Brie’s City of Angels

  Brie could barely watch when Mistress Luo finished her countdown and took the first swing. Boa’s whole body stiffened upon impact. His Mistress continued to stroke his back hard with the cruel instrument, her rhythm consistent and even.

  Instead of focusing on Boa, Brie kept her eyes on Mistress Luo, studying her expression as the Domme released a torrent of lashes. There was a look of deep concentration and affection on her face. This wasn’t simply a BDSM scene for all to see, but a chance to witness the deep connection between the Dominant and sub.

  It was a powerful exchange; one Brie would not have been able to appreciate before her encounter with Rytsar.

  By the end of it, Boa was panting with low grunts from the intense bite of the whip.

  Mistress Luo stepped back to admire her work before handing the cat o’ nines to her attending sub and returning to Boa. The Domme gently ran her hands over Boa’s sweaty shoulders and arms, humming softly as she caressed him with her skillful fingers.

  “The marks suit your level of submission,” she complimented him, loosening the rope around his neck. She lifted his head to kiss him deeply.

  “Thank you, Mistress,” he replied in a hoarse voice. Brie didn’t miss the lowered lids as he looked at his Domme, an indication of a good sub high.

  Mistress Luo knelt beside him, and with sensual movements, slowly released Boa from the rope. Her light touches, along with the erotic way she slid the rope over his skin, were arousing to watch. Brie appreciated that the Mistress treated the end of the scene as sensuously as the beginning.

  For the sub who was still flying, such treatment accentuated the entire experience. It was the loving actions after a scene that made a submissive feel cared for and cherished.

  Sir wrapped his arm around Brie’s waist and pressed her against him. It seemed her Master also appreciated Mistress Luo’s work. One of the staff members walked up and announced their time was up. While the female sub quickly cleaned up the alcove, the tiny Domme helped Boa to his feet and walked him out of the alcove, heading towards the back of the club, presumably for extended aftercare.

  Brie glanced at Boa as they passed by and shuddered when she saw the numerous slashes covering his upper back. No blood had been drawn, but the marks were angry and red, attesting to the onslaught he had endured.

  The next couple had already started setting up their scene. Sir leaned down and whispered in Brie’s ear, “We’re after this.”

  She nodded, curious what this scene would consist of. She was not familiar with either the Dom or sub, but figured their scene would be a messy one because of the plastic tarp that had been placed on the floor. The young female placed a chair in the middle of it and stood by as she waited patiently for her next command.

  Her Dom was an impressive male with skin like dark chocolate, something Brie found particularly attractive. She watched with fascination as he laid out tiny instruments on a pedestal with his large hands. Although she couldn’t see what the objects were, she was excited to find out. It wasn’t often she got to observe something new.

  Once he was ready, the Master told his slave to undress and straddle the stool, facing the wall so her back faced the audience. She did so, exposing the beautiful complexion of her dark skin. The girl rested her hands against the seat, spreading her legs apart and arching her back so that her round buttocks were displayed beautifully for the crowd. Her pose alone was art.

  Brie watched with growing interest as the Dom cleaned off her entire back, from her shoulders all the way down to her shapely buttocks, swiping it once with a cloth to make sure it was completely dry. It wasn’t until he put on surgical gloves that Brie was first alerted to the nature of the scene.

  Her heart rate increased when he picked up a long, golden needle.

  “Sir, I thought they didn’t do blood play here,” she asked in a worried tone.

  Sir looked over at the waiting staff member, who seemed unconcerned. “It appears their policy has changed.”

  The Dom approached the slave, making sure she saw the needle before he moved to her back. He lightly patted her right ass-cheek with his free hand, letting his slave know the first area of play.

  Brie started hyperventilating, visions of Darius holding her down as a child springing to mind.

  “What’s wrong, Brie?”

  “Nothing, Sir.”

  When the Master pinched the flesh of his slave and started inserting the long needle into her skin, Brie stopped breathing but failed to notice.

  “You’re shaking like a leaf,” Sir said with concern. Before he could move to help her, Brie crumpled to the ground, the sound of blood pounding in her ears.

  Sir picked her up and fought the crowd as he carried her to the back of the club. They met Boa and Mistress Luo, who were on their way back out. The Domme smiled at them as they passed, but the smile froze on her lips when she saw the expression on Brie’s face.

  Mistress Luo led them to the first open room and quietly shut the door behind them. When Sir let her down, Brie grabbed on to him. She whimpered, pressing her face into his chest, desperate to make the images of Darius go away.

  “Shh…shh…it’s okay, Brie.”

  The pain and humiliation she’d suffered under Darius’ hand as a child came rushing back in a tidal wave. Even with Sir holding her tight, she couldn’t stop reliving the beatings, the feeling of utter helplessness, and the dread as he picked up the needle and started towards her.

  “Talk to me, Brie.”

  She forced herself to speak. “Darius…”

  “The boy from elementary school,” he stated rather than questioned.

  Brie nodded, not understanding why her emotions were raging out of control. “I thought I was over it. Baron helped me get over this.”

  Sir pressed her against him. “Memories are funny things, Brie. They lay dormant for years and then spring up when we least expect it. It can leave us floundering when it happens.”

  The tears started again as she relived Darius repeatedly stabbing her with the used hypodermic needle. Sir sat her down, aware that she was locked in her visions.

  “Look at me.”

  She forced herself to look into his eyes, feeling unbearable shame.

  Sir surprised her by growling, “I wish I could go back in time and punch that boy before he ever laid a hand on you, but I can’t. I can’t change the past—nobody can. But you are safe now, babygirl. No one will hurt you again.”

  “I know, Sir,” she choked.

  He cradled her face in his hands. “I just want to make sure you’re okay. Triggers should never be ignored. They indicate something deeper we must deal with.”

  She nodded, leaning in to kiss him on the lips. An image of Darius forcing her lips apart before spitting into her open mouth made her shudder, but she refused to break their kiss, concentrating all her attention on Sir’s tender lips.

  Sir gently scolded her when she broke the kiss. “You failed to be honest with me out there.”

  Brie slumped in his arms, knowing he was right. She had pretended that nothing was wrong—even told him so when he’d specifically asked. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

  “Why did you do that?”

  Tears brimmed over. “I didn’t want past fears to affect the evening we had planned.”

  “In some ways you’re similar to Mary—just as stubborn and foolhardy.”

  Oh, the humiliation of being compared to Mary. But again, Sir was right. She shrugged her shoulders in resignation, smiling sadly at him.

  “Babygirl, you can’t move forward unless you confront the past. Weren’t you the one to tell me that not long ago?”

  She sighed, slightly amused her own words were being used against her. “I did say something similar, Sir.”

  “Lying to me, and yourself, will only lead to trouble.”

  She looked down at her lap in shame. “I’m sorry I lied, Sir. I know I deserve to be punished for putting you in this position.”

  Sir lifted her ch
in. “Tonight you learned something significant, and I don’t believe punishment will add to that knowledge. Let’s go home.”

  “Please, Sir, I still want to scene with you tonight.”

  “I don’t think it would be wise.”

  “But I need it, Sir. I need to feel your loving dominance over me. It acts like a protective blanket for my soul.”

  He stared into her eyes, penetrating her with the intensity of the gaze.

  “It’s vitally important to me, Sir.”

  He nodded, releasing his hold on her. “I understand your need.”

  Her lips trembled with gratitude. “I’m so grateful you understand me.”

  He traced his thumb over her bottom lip. “If we do this, you must be completely open. No repeating what just happened.”

  “It won’t happen again, Sir. I promise.”

  “I’m planning a simple bondage scene, accented with electricity.”

  “It sounds perfect.”

  “If you are certain, then I’ll check to see if the last scene is over. You won’t be allowed to join me until everything has been cleared.”

  Brie shivered, hugging herself when Sir left the room. She’d never understood the deep emotional impact a trigger could cause. It had been as if she’d been dragged back in time to a dark place she never wanted to visit again.

  It was easy to have more sympathy for Mary now. Yet her own experience left her wondering why Mary was intent on inviting triggers that pushed her into those dark places. Brie planned to ask her the next time they met.

  When Sir returned, he graced her with a reassuring smile. “The area is being cleaned as we speak. People were asking about you. Naturally, your friends are concerned.”

  “Then it’s good we’re going ahead with the scene, Sir. There’s no reason for them to worry.”

  “You’re certain?”

  “Absolutely, Master.”

  “Then prepare to be shocked.”

  She looked up at him oddly, then grinned. “Good one, Sir.”

  He chuckled as he opened the door. “At least it made you smile.”

  Sir led her to the middle of the alcove and helped her out of her vinyl corset. Brie looked out into the crowd, feeling her confidence grow.

  “Stand on the X and put your arms up, téa.”

  Brie settled over the large X and put her arms up, looking at the ceiling as the chains were lowered. She appreciated the calming blue hue of the walls and the familiar scent of the ocean breeze floating in the air. Oh, how she loved this particular alcove.

  There had been a time when clinking chains would have scared her, but they now brought a welcome thrill. Sir took his time, lavishing her with caresses as he took her wrist and buckled it into the cuff, tightening it until she felt secure. He did the same with the other, leaving trails of ticklish kisses up her arm before buckling it into the cuff. The sensuality of his slow and purposeful movements lured her into his seductive spell.

  Sir kissed her on the back of the neck before leaving her to open his case. He kept in her line of sight.

  “I want you to see what I do,” Sir explained. “No surprises tonight.” Brie appreciated that he was ensuring she would feel comfortable during the scene, safeguarding her success.

  She bowed her head in gratitude.

  After taking out the violet wand and inserting the rounded glass rod, he plugged it in. Sir nodded to the staff member standing by. The lights were lowered in the alcove, adding to the sensual atmosphere.

  Then he turned on the wand and the real show began.

  Along with the buzzing came the sparkling purple light. There was excited murmuring in the crowd. Brie figured some of the subs hadn’t seen the electrical toy before, while others knew its delicious feel and were jealous of her.

  She jumped the instant the wand touched her skin, even though it felt good. There was something about the buzzing and sparks that had all her senses on alert.

  “Color, téa? Sir asked, obviously afraid she wasn’t as prepared to scene as she’d thought.

  “Green, Master.” She giggled. “The wand has a lot of bark, but not any bite.”

  With permission given, Sir tickled her with the electricity as he lightly grazed her left side from her wrist down to her ankle and then up the right. The light sensation was so deliciously ticklish that it was difficult not to squirm.

  “And now for the chest.”

  Brie purred as the wand glided over her breasts, resting momentarily on each nipple, causing them to grow hard as the tool buzzed and crackled. “I can tell your body likes that stimulation,” he murmured in her ear.

  She turned her head, hoping to kiss him, but Sir teased her further by coming so close to her lips that she could feel the warmth of his breath before he pulled away.

  Brie sighed in pleasurable frustration, loving the way her Master played her.

  “I wonder if your pussy is hungry for it too. Too bad it’s covered in vinyl, babygirl. Perhaps some other night…” Sir teased her thighs and stomach with the crackling wand, making her wet with desire for him.

  “More, Master,” she begged hoarsely.

  “More intensity?”

  “Please.”

  Sir turned off the wand and switched out the end of the tool, slipping the contact pad into his pants pocket. He slid metal tips onto each finger of one hand and smiled wickedly at her when he turned on the violet wand to a higher power. “Ready for some real fun?”

  She moaned as he approached, knowing Sir was electrified and his fingers now coursed with electricity.

  “Head back, téa,” he ordered. He brushed her hair away and grazed her neck with the metal tips, sending tingles throughout her body. Brie swayed in her chains, moaning loudly.

  “Color?”

  “Violet.”

  He chuckled. “I take it that’s a variant of green.”

  “Yes, Master,” she purred.

  She held her breath as he moved his hand, hovering over her right breast. The suspense was excruciating as she waited for him to touch her.

  “Watch,” he commanded.

  She looked down and watched as his fingers cupped her breast. She gasped as the sharp points dragged across her skin as he closed his hand, ending at her nipple—receiving the stimulation of all five fingers at once.

  A ragged moan escaped her lips as the intense current seemed to go straight from her nipple to her groin. Her pussy pulsed in readiness.

  Sir moved his hand to her left breast, and smiled as he encircled it with his fingers a quarter-inch from her skin. “What do you want, téa?”

  “I want you to touch me, Master,” she groaned, her loins aching with need.

  “Are you sure?” he teased.

  “Please.”

  “Kiss me.”

  As she leaned forward to receive his kiss, the metal tips touched her. She moaned into his mouth as he closed his hand, pinching her nipple with his electrified claws.

  Those evil hands excited her body, making her jump and squirm as he leisurely explored her skin with the sharp pinpoints of current. The audience loved it, their murmurings of enjoyment competing with the buzz of the violet wand.

  “Oh God, I want you,” she whispered when he turned the toy off.

  “It’s a good thing you have those vinyl panties on, téa, or I would be ramming into you right now.”

  “Rip them off…” she begged him.

  Sir shook his head, but he teased her by getting down on his knees, his lips only inches from her mound. He took a long, appreciative whiff and looked up at her. “I smell your need, babygirl.” He kissed her quivering stomach before getting back to his feet and carefully putting his tools back in their case.

  Brie, along with the crowd, were left hanging with a burning need of release—a release he denied them all.

  Blessed Release

  It wasn’t until they returned home that Sir made good on his seduction at The Haven. With tender hands and gentle lips, he stoked the burning embers
he’d created during their scene. When he finally pulled off her panties, they literally dripped with her excitement.

  “I think both of us are in need of a shower,” Sir told her.

  He led her into the bathroom and ordered her to stand while he adjusted the temperature of the water. He looked back at her with a charming grin. “I don’t want cold water ruining your heat, babygirl.”

  She twisted where she stood, desperate to put out the flames raging inside her. Her poor pussy ached for him. Being a good submissive, however, she did not complain. She knew the release would be worth the wait.

  When Sir was satisfied with the temperature, he stripped down and held out his hand to her. “Shall we?”

  Brie moaned with pleasure as the warm water cascaded down her skin, the tiny droplets stimulating her body. Sir stepped in behind her and grabbed the bar of soap.

  Gliding it over her skin, he murmured, “First I lather you, then I bend you over.”

  Brie moved with him as he covered her body with the luxurious bubbles, the scent of his manly soap an added turn-on. However, what was driving her absolutely wild was his rock-hard cock pressed against her back, announcing his own need.

  She gasped when the welcome words came as he put the soap down and placed his hand on her back. “Bend over.”

  With sensual grace, she followed his command, loving the feel of his palm on her back. She braced herself against the tiled wall and looked back at her Master, opening her legs to him.

  Sir forced himself inside, bringing tears to Brie’s eyes as he filled her aching need with his handsome shaft.

  “I needed that, oh how I needed that…” she groaned.

  “I know.” Sir grabbed her shoulders to fuck her deeper. Cupping one hand over her mouth, he increased the tempo of his thrusts, taking her roughly.

  “Come for me, Brie.”

  The use of her given name undid Brie and her release was powerful and prolonged.

  “Oh, damn…” he cried, coming inside her. He grabbed her hips and added depth to his final thrusts. Then he lifted her back into a standing position and wrapped his arms around her, his cock wedged inside her still-quivering pussy.