Brie's Submission (7-9) (Brie's Submission Boxed Set Book 3)

  “He seems to agree, and only has good things to say about you.”

  Brie cocked her head in surprise. “He talks about me to you?”

  “Yes. We still keep in contact. Are you surprised by that?”

  “I knew he called you on occasion, but I never suspected I was part of the conversation.” Brie went back to work, hiding her smile.

  Ms. Clark sighed in irritation. “I’m still not pleased you know as much as you do about my past, but I suppose it can’t be helped. You are, after all, Sir’s submissive. It’s his choice what to share and to not share with you.”

  The way she said it put Brie on edge. Her words were true enough, but her tone of voice hinted that there were things Sir was not sharing with Brie. It upset her, but she refused to let her emotions muddy this opportunity to film the trainer.

  “Ms. Clark, how will this scene play out today?”

  “You will call me Mistress Clark during this session.”

  Brie nodded. “It will be my pleasure.”

  “I thought your audience would be interested in watching a Domme work with both a male and a female.”

  Brie’s eyes lit up at the suggestion. She’d never seen Ms. Clark work with a man before, and she knew Mr. Holloway would approve. “If that’s the case, where exactly in the room will both scenes take place? I want to make sure we have proper lighting.”

  Ms. Clark stood and walked slowly to the center of the room, turning around to face her. The Domme gestured to either side of her and gave Brie a beguiling smile.

  It was unsettling—the allure of the woman was undeniable, and Brie found herself responding to it much the same as she would a confident Dom. She answered with a disinterested voice, not wanting her old trainer to pick up on her body’s confusing reaction. “Perfect—that will make it easy for me.”

  Brie concentrated on the lighting while Ms. Clark set up her table of instruments. She glanced across the room and saw that the Domme had laid out a variety of canes of various lengths and widths, as well as a set of floggers. Brie remembered that the Dominatrix favored the cane, but she had never seen the woman wield it. She actually felt sorry for Lea.

  When two unknown subs entered the room, Brie was taken aback. She’d naturally assumed that the Domme would be working with Lea for this scene.

  The female submissive was stout, with a beautiful face, bleached hair and a boyish haircut, while the male was tall and lean with unusually long, brown hair. The two complemented each other well.

  Brie watched them bow before Ms. Clark. They did not move or speak after bowing before their Mistress, and she did not acknowledge them as she finished setting up the table. Once she was done, she looked at Brie. “Ready?”

  “Yes, Mistress Clark. I will simply film. I won’t disturb the scene but, if at any point you wish me to stop, just signal to me.”

  “Good,” she replied dismissively. Ms. Clark turned and addressed her subs. “Stand, Breeze and Leo. Thank Miss Bennett for the privilege of being filmed today.”

  They both stood gracefully and turned to Brie, bowing their heads slightly. “Thank you, Miss Bennett,” they said in unison.

  “My pleasure,” Brie answered, smiling encouragingly at them. “There is no reason to be nervous about the camera or me. This is just a scene with your Mistress. Don’t even think about it.”

  Ms. Clark walked around her submissives, tracing her long fingernail over their chests. Both were wearing black, Leo in form-fitting boxers and Breeze in a sports bra and thong. “My subs know to focus their attention only on me. Anything less would require swift and painful punishment.”

  Brie shivered, having experienced Ms. Clark’s punishment in the past—she never thought of a paddle in the same way after that session.

  Ms. Clark smiled alluringly at Brie. “Are you ready to begin, Miss Bennett?”

  “Absolutely, Mistress Clark—just say the word.”

  The Domme instructed her subs where to stand. The two stood in exactly the same position, with their hands held at their sides in an open and pleasing manner, legs spread comfortably apart, heads lowered in a submissive stance. Their pose alone was artfully sensuous, inviting play.

  “We begin,” the Domme announced, picking up a thin rattan cane from the table and slapping it against her hand as she walked around her subs, openly admiring the two. “Leo, handsome and compliant. And then there’s Breeze, striking and willful.”

  She caressed Leo’s leg muscles with her cane, and Brie could see his physical arousal caused by the simple contact. Ms. Clark whacked him playfully on the ass as she passed, and he grunted in satisfaction.

  When she came up to Breeze, she put the cane between her legs and tapped from side to side. The girl opened her legs into a wider stance.

  “Better.”

  Ms. Clark moved around to face the sub and used the side of the thin cane to stroke the girl’s breasts. She then caressed the sub’s thighs with the instrument, using a gentle touch like that of a lover.

  The Domme stepped back and lightly bounced the instrument up the front of the sub’s thighs. Ms. Clark skipped over her mound and continued to tap up her stomach, stopping just below the crease of her breasts.

  The Mistress then moved behind the sub and started to travel leisurely up her legs with the cane, tapping over the roundness of her ass and up the back. The strength of the contact was still playful.

  “Watch as I play with my sub,” the Domme commanded Leo. He dutifully lifted his head and turned to watch the seductress at work.

  Ms. Clark rubbed the girl’s ass with the side of the cane in lazy circles, letting the sub know which area would be first to feel its sting. Brie held her breath, waiting for the moment.

  With lightning-quick speed, the Domme cracked the cane three times on Breeze’s ass. The girl moaned in pleasure, obviously liking the sting the cane delivered. Ms. Clark came up behind her, almost but not quite touching. “Head up, Breeze.” The sub stared at the ceiling as the Domme wrapped her arm around her, rubbing the cane over the front of her thighs just below her mound. The next area had been selected…

  Brie watched expectantly as the Mistress delivered three quick strokes to the girl’s groin. The sub moaned again.

  Ms. Clark looked into the camera as she spoke. “I know what you want, Breeze.”

  Brie’s breath caught. The way Ms. Clark pronounced the name…she could have sworn the trainer was speaking directly to her. Brie bit her lip to stop any unintended expression, knowing the Domme was staring at her.

  “But I’m not going to give it to you,” the Domme announced, breaking contact with the camera and whispering to her sub loud enough to be heard, “Yet.”

  Ms. Clark tapped the end of the cane on each nipple before moving over to the male sub and roughly grabbing his chin, planting a firm kiss on his lips. She ran her fingernails over his chest with one hand, still holding the cane with the other. The way she held it was like a promise—and a warning.

  “Breeze, you may watch.”

  The girl lowered her gaze from the ceiling and turned to observe. Brie appreciated the sexual charm of being paired with another sub. She’d experienced it once with Lea. Seeing and hearing another person being played with was a total turn-on, especially when you knew you would be next.

  “Do not move, sub,” Ms. Clark said as she rubbed his torso with her cane before sliding it down over his groin. She struck the cane against his cock three times, causing it to swell underneath the fabric. The Domme looked down and smiled. “Yes, you enjoy the feel of the cane, don’t you?”

  “I do, Mistress,” he agreed.

  “But you like it harder,” she purred, moving over to the table to pick up a thicker cane made of bamboo. “Hands behind your neck,” she ordered.

  He lifted his arms, showing off his chest and the large bulge in his boxers to the camera as Ms. Clark took her position beside him. It was a powerful scene, the virile male sub waiting to receive a caning from his stunning Mistress.


  “Count out loud, Leo.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Brie heard the satisfying thud as the bamboo made contact. Ms. Clark held it there for several seconds. Brie knew from experience that it allowed the sensation of the strike to dissipate throughout the body.

  “One,” Leo called out.

  The Domme struck him again, harder the second time, and pressed the cane against his skin afterwards.

  “Two,” he said in a low, satisfied tone.

  Each successive hit was slightly more intense than the last—she delivered them with impressive strength. The sub’s shaft plainly showed what he thought of his Mistress’ caning skills. She stopped at ten and rubbed the area with her palm as she kissed him deeply.

  It was erotic and intimate.

  She whispered something to Leo before breaking away and smiling at her other sub. “I have not forgotten you…”

  Ms. Clark went back to the table and selected a cane braided in red leather. It was not as thin as the first, but similar in size. “Your Mistress knows your heart’s desire, Breeze.” She told the girl to hold out both hands.

  The sub held them in front of her, palm side up.

  “Good girl.” The sensual way Ms. Clark said those simple words caused goose bumps to rise on Brie’s skin. The Domme placed the cane in the sub’s grasp, then began to run her hands over the girl’s body, not aggressively or crudely. They were light, romantic caresses that traveled near the sensitive areas but never quite touched.

  The amorous look on Breeze’s face showed through the camera lens. Ms. Clark not only had her two subs captivated, but Brie knew her audience would be as well. This filming session was pure gold, she could feel it in her bones.

  The Domme took the cane from the girl and commanded, “Bend over and grab your ankles.”

  The sub put her hands on her knees and slowly slid them down to her ankles in a sensual move. Mistress and sub were an erotic pair, bewitching the camera with every movement.

  “Would you like to wear my marks, Breeze?”

  “I would be honored, Mistress.”

  “Hold the position and make no sound.”

  Ms. Clark moved beside her and held the cane away from the girl’s fleshy ass, making her wait—making everyone wait—for the Domme’s pleasure.

  Brilliant! Brie mused.

  The strokes came in quick succession, one after the other down her ass to her thighs. When Ms. Clark finally stopped, Brie let out a breath. The girl had not made a peep.

  Ms. Clark knelt down and lifted the sub’s head. “Again?”

  “Yes, if it pleases you, Mistress.”

  The Domme stood and glanced briefly at the camera with a confident look before she returned to her position. Again she made the sub wait to receive her attention. It was like riding a roller coaster and hanging at the top for those few seconds before falling.

  The rain of rapping was as quick and thorough as the first set. The sub let out a moan at the end.

  “I said no sound.”

  “Yes, Mistress.”

  Ms. Clark struck her swiftly, just a single stroke that had to hurt. The girl squirmed from the impact but remained silent. Another stroke landed seconds later.

  “Stand. You took your punishment well, Breeze,” the Domme complimented. The sub rolled gracefully up from her stance, a look of joy on her face despite the tears in her eyes.

  Ms. Clark ran her hand over the girl’s ass with a look of pride. “The marks look lovely on you, by the way. I knew they would.”

  “I love wearing your marks, Mistress,” Breeze answered breathlessly.

  Ms. Clark hovered achingly near the girl’s mouth for a few seconds before kissing her. She broke the passionate kiss to put the cane down on the table, instructing the sub to join Leo.

  Breeze moved beside Leo, the sides of their feet touching so they were connected physically as they stood before their Mistress.

  Ms. Clark returned to the male sub, tracing her fingers over his jawbone. Brie could see a subtle shiver ripple through his body at her touch. He was on fire for her.

  “I will end today’s session with you together.”

  “Thank you, Mistress,” he said gruffly.

  She went back to the table and picked up the two floggers. “Relax and enjoy your reward.”

  The Domme started out caressing her subs by running the multiple tails of the floggers lightly over their skin at the same time. It was gentle and tender, a moment of connection between the three of them before she began.

  Ms. Clark stepped away and began to swing the floggers in the air. She swung in large, lazy circles that landed on their skin with light thuds. Both submissives were smiling. Brie knew the pleasant feel of the flogger and felt a twinge of jealousy as she watched.

  Soon the Domme switched the pattern, doing simultaneous figure eights. It took skill to deliver both strokes with equal strength while keeping a consistent rhythm between the two floggers. The pleasant sound of leather against skin filled the room as Ms. Clark increased the power of her strokes.

  The visual effect of the dual floggers flying in the air was stunning to watch, but the graceful movement of the Domme wielding the tools was even more impressive. Brie could not take her eyes off her.

  Ms. Clark changed things up again by swinging in tight circles while increasing the speed, so that the contact made was quick and intense. She moved her attention down to their asses, causing a rippling effect on their fleshy buttocks as the floggers made contact. It was sensual to watch, and hearing both subs groan with pleasure made it that much hotter.

  Brie shifted in her chair, grateful she’d remembered to bring a towel this time. She knew Marquis Gray would have been proud of her forethought.

  The Mistress ended her scene by slowing her swings and returning to figure eights. It was fascinating to watch the floggers hang in the air as they leisurely danced over the submissives’ red skin.

  Ms. Clark put the floggers down on the table and returned to her subs. She began to caress the backs of her submissives, whispering as she gently touched them. After several moments, she looked up at Brie and signaled her to stop filming.

  While Brie was packing up her equipment, Ms. Clark walked over to her. “You and I should talk sometime, Miss Bennett. There are certain things we need to discuss.”

  “Yes, Ms. Clark.” Brie wasn’t sure what the Domme wanted to chat about but, before she ever set up a meeting with her old trainer, she would have to talk to Sir. “Thank you for today’s session. It was truly exquisite to watch.”

  The Domme arched her eyebrow and asked, “You enjoyed yourself, did you? I’m curious, Miss Bennett, what appealed to you more? The play with the male sub or the play with the female?”

  Certain it was a loaded question, Brie grabbed her last remaining items and hurriedly stuffed them into her bag. She decided to answer the question with a compliment. “You have delivered a beautiful example of both, Ms. Clark. It will be interesting to see how the public reacts. I don’t think you could have done a better job representing both ends of the spectrum.”

  Unsure of Ms. Clark’s motives, Brie rushed out of the room before the Domme could respond or ask a follow-up question.

  Seeds of Doubt

  Brie waited impatiently for Sir to call. He had yet to confirm a time or a date for his arrival in Denver and she was extremely unhappy about it. She needed to feel his strong arms around her, especially now, with all the nagging doubts swimming in her head.

  Lea had casually mentioned the fundamental requirement of open communication between D/s partners, and the fact was that Brie had been hiding something from Sir for the last few days. Tonight she was not going to dishonor him or their relationship any longer by being a coward.

  We’re condors, she reminded herself when her phone finally rang.

  “Good evening, Brie. I apologize for the lateness of the call.”

  “I don’t mind, Sir. I’m just happy to hear your voice.”

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p; “How did filming go today?”

  “Mistress Clark was amazing, Sir. Truly amazing! I’m still blown away by the scene and I’ve watched it five times.”

  “Mistress Clark? Why ‘Mistress’?”

  Brie giggled self-consciously. “She asked me to call her that while I was filming today. It slipped out just now.” She immediately changed the subject, not willing to wait any longer and possibly lose her courage to confront him. “Any idea when you will be coming, Sir?”

  “Actually, yes. I’ll be boarding the plane tomorrow. Should be landing in Denver early Friday morning.”

  “Oh, I can’t wait! I feel like it’s been months, not days, since I’ve seen you.”

  “I agree, it does seem an unnaturally long time apart.”

  Before she lost her nerve, she asked, “Sir, this may seem silly, but I’ve been getting a weird vibe here and want to ask you something.”

  He chuckled. “A weird vibe, you say?”

  She closed her eyes, forcing herself to say the thing she had been afraid to voice out loud to anyone. “Sir, are you keeping something important from me?”

  The line was silent on the other end.

  As the moments dragged on, Brie’s fear increased.

  “Sir?”

  His next question did nothing to relieve her concerns. “Is there a reason you’re asking, Brie?”

  “There are several reasons, actually. First, Baron told me he was sorry to hear about your troubles with your mother, and this afternoon Ms. Clark seemed to imply that you’re not being completely open with me. Then there was the dream I had the other night.”

  “A dream?” He laughed, but it sounded forced.

  “I can’t remember what happened, but I know your mother was part of it.”

  The dead silence on the other end was frightening to her.

  “Sir, you are keeping something from me, aren’t you?” When he didn’t answer, she demanded, “I have a right to know! I remember when I had to kneel on rice because I kept something from you. What consequence is there if you do the same to me?”

  “You don’t know what’s happened.”