A New Kind of Clubbing
Brie had a fitful sleep that night. Her heart was being pulled in too many directions and that played out in her dreams. Tono ripped the sash from his kimono and wrapped it over her eyes while Faelan restrained her in chains, but on the sidelines the buzzing sound of Marquis Gray’s violet wand all but drowned out Sir’s command for her. She woke up drenched in sweat, crying out a name, but unable to recall which man’s name had been on her lips.
Why? Why did Blue Eyes have to complicate things even further?
Brie couldn’t go back to sleep, so she pulled out her laptop and looked up the meaning of Faelan. She read that it was an old Irish word meaning ‘young wolf’. The boy was pursuing her like a single-minded predator, but he hadn’t jumped her like a mindless beast. No, he was drawing her in by denying her—clever boy.
The next day, Brie asked Mr. Reynolds if she could leave an hour early. He seemed to be in an especially chipper mood and gave her the afternoon off. She took the extra time to soak in the tub, cover herself in silky lotion and work on her hair, makeup and nails. She made sure everything was perfect, down to the minutest detail. It was important to Brie to make a good impression on her new community.
Brie pulled up to The Haven and saw Mary standing outside, next to the five trainers. She was surprised and a little disappointed not to see Tono in attendance as well. She had naturally assumed, because of his mastery of Kinbaku, that he would be part of the outing. She wondered if he was already inside, showcasing his talents. Even if she didn’t get the chance to work with him tonight, just seeing him would do her heart good… Or maybe not. Could she really handle watching another sub enjoy his gift of the rope?
She left her long coat in the car, letting out a nervous sigh before locking it. The place looked like a trendy nightclub, complete with neon lights. Couples passed by as she made her way to the group—men in dark shirts and jeans with duffle bags over their shoulders and women in fuck-me shoes, collars, vinyl outfits or extremely short skirts.
Brie suddenly found herself praying that Tono was not inside. She realized she could not handle seeing him harmonize with someone else, and that new revelation disturbed her. What did it mean? She walked over to Mary and stood beside her, unable to hide the unease she felt.
Naturally, Sir noticed and commented. “Are you ready for tonight, Miss Bennett? Unlike most clubs, this one allows for sexual interaction.”
She looked him in the eyes and melted, all other concerns instantly forgotten. “I’m looking forward to mingling with the local D/s community, Sir.”
Master Coen spoke up. “Actually, Miss Bennett, you will not be mingling. You are only here to observe and perform.”
Brie felt a warm tingling in her loins when he said the word ‘perform’. What would it be like and who would she be partnered with? Possibly Sir? The anticipation heightened her sense of arousal.
Lea had shown up during the short exchange. The three girls were given strict instructions to remain at the sides of their trainers and to observe only. Sir paired up each student with a trainer, giving Brie to Master Anderson. She had to swallow her disappointment.
Master Anderson held out his arm to her. Brie looked up into his intense green eyes and was surprised by the thrill of connection she felt. He definitely had that commanding Dom quality she adored, but Brie knew so little about the man. She assumed the connection was due to him being good friends with Sir, which made Master Anderson a conduit of sorts. Being with him was a little like being with Sir.
Brie held her breath as they walked through the doors, curious as to what she would find on the other side. She was surprised to see that it looked similar to a normal club, with a large gathering area in the middle full of people milling about. Her idea of a dark dungeon with the screams of submissives filling the air was not a reality for this stylish venue.
It wasn’t until she looked to the right that she saw the real entertainment. Along the peripheral walls were numerous alcoves. Each one seemed to have its own theme and equipment. The one closest to her had a spanking horse. It was a padded bench with side rails so that the submissive could sit comfortably and remain still during the session. The girl lying down on the bench had on scarlet vinyl pants with the ass cheeks cut out, leaving the exposed skin open for punishment. The Dom behind her was spanking her with a large wooden paddle. Her moans of pleasure echoed in the room, joining the cries of several others.
Brie felt a gush of wetness between her legs in response to their passionate reactions. This was so her kind of place!
Master Anderson broke from the group and led Brie around to each scene, adding commentary from time to time. “Do you see the way she is anticipating each stroke of the cane and moving slightly just before it hits? The Dom should really correct her. It’s only showcasing his inexperience and ruining the scene.” Before they moved to the next alcove, Brie caught a whiff of a fragrance she instantly identified as sandalwood. She wondered where it was coming from.
When they stepped closer to the next scene, she noticed a pleasant trace of musk. The alcove itself had an impressive St. Andrew’s cross made of smoky glass with black leather cuffs. The aroma seemed the perfect complement to the environment.
The man bound to the cross was enduring the focused attention of his Mistress, who was teasing his cock with electricity. The man’s guttural cries sent a shiver through Brie. There was no doubt he was turned on, based on the rigidness of his member.
Master Anderson squeezed her hand and moved her on to the next scene. He had to part the crowd that had gathered so Brie could see what was happening.
The scent of jasmine filled Brie’s nostrils, adding to the visual of three brown-haired subs kneeling on the ground, attached together by a string of nipple clamps on a chain. She had never seen anything like it and found the scene erotic, although she knew from personal experience that nipple clamps hurt.
The Dom went to the first girl and allowed her to suck his cock while the two others watched. His hand combed through her short hair and he said something to her that made her smile with his cock still in her mouth. He pulled away from her and went to the middle girl. He guided his shaft into her mouth and commanded that the other two play with his balls while he face-fucked her.
Brie looked down at the floor, overcome with desire.
“Do you like what you see, my young Miss Bennett?”
She made sure to speak loudly enough for him to hear without disturbing the scene. “Yes, Master Anderson.”
He leaned down and told her, “Tonight you shall address me as Master.”
Brie braved a look into his luminous green eyes, realizing that he was more than a trainer tonight; he was to be her partner. She answered quietly, “Yes, Master.”
Master Anderson smiled mischievously when he asked, “Can you guess what my specialty is?”
She stared up at the towering Dom, at a loss for words, so she just shook her head in response.
“I am the master of the bullwhip. Have you ever felt its bite?”
Again, Brie shook her head, afraid to speak. The bullwhip was a far more intimidating appliance than any flogger.
“Do not fret, Miss Bennett. I can whip you with the lightest of touches.” He lightly brushed a fingertip against her arm. “Or cut you deep with a quick snap of my wrist.” He said it matter-of-factly, without malicious intent.
Brie let out a nervous sigh. “I look forward to feeling your expertise, Master.”
His laughter was low and engaging. “I like your enthusiasm, young Brie. It contrasts so well with the look of apprehension showing on your face.”
Master Anderson led her to an especially long and empty alcove, ripe with the clean scent of an ocean breeze, which made perfect sense as the inside walls were painted a calming blue. It contrasted sharply with the chains hanging from the ceiling.
“Our time has come, Miss Bennett.”
Brie’s loins contracted in…what? Fear or excitement? She wasn’t sure. She bowed to him and answered dutifully, “Yes, Master.”
“You will remove all your clothes, except for your skirt.”
She quickly undressed to his specifications, but squeaked unconsciously when she saw Sir hand Master Anderson a fierce-looking leather whip, the kind Indiana Jones used. It looked far, far more menacing than Marquis’ flogger. Brie put on a brave face, knowing that Sir was going to observe the scene. To calm herself, she focused on keeping her body supple and pleasing while she waited for the next order.
“Very good, slave. Move over to the X on the floor and face the wall. Put your feet on either side of it. It will be the stance you remain in for the entire scene.”
“Yes, Master.” Brie trembled when he took her left wrist and lifted it high, then buckled it into the leather cuff attached to the chain.
She could feel the eyes of others on her and sensed a crowd gathering. Master Anderson took her right arm and fastened it tightly. Then he pulled on the chain, spreading her arms out wider and making it taut. She swayed as he adjusted it, but did not move from her designated spot.
He leaned down next to her ear. “We will use the common safe words. I normally use a different phrase, but the rules of this establishment don’t allow for it. A simple ‘red’ will end our session, although I do not expect you will use it.” He moved to her other ear. “I plan to make you drip for me, slave.” He moved her long, brown hair to the front, covering her breasts and exposing her back. Then his warm lips landed on her neck and he sucked on the sensitive skin until it burned. Brie moaned softly as he pulled away, her whole body tingling from the contact.
He said from behind her, “I am going to warm up first. Listen to the crack of the whip and know that it will soon be caressing your skin.”
Brie jumped, her heart skipping a beat the first time the whip cracked beside her head and she felt the rush of air. Her nipples hardened into tight buds.
“You’re lucky you landed in the same spot, slave. But I will punish you next time, for I commanded that you must not move.” She could hear the amusement in his voice. He had obviously known she would jump.
She took a deep breath to calm her nerves and answered, “I will not move, Master.”
The whip cracked on the other side. It came with incredible speed and the sound of it hurt her ears. Brie twitched, but didn’t budge from her spot. Surprisingly, her pussy pulsed in response. Her time with Marquis had accustomed her body to the idea that pleasure could be found in pain.
“Are you ready, slave?”
Brie closed her eyes and said in a barely audible whisper, “Yes, Master.”
The first stoke landed and felt like a warm touch, nothing more. Brie opened her eyes in shock. She heard Master Anderson chuckle softly. “Were you expecting something different, slave?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Keep still as I warm up that lovely back of yours.”
The large whip came down on her over and over again, licking and warming her skin. It was exciting and sensual, while at the same time looking dramatic and painful. Brie loved it and wondered if the crowd was amazed at her brave silence.
“And now, slave, you will earn your stripes.”
Brie’s heart stuck in her throat. A whimper escaped her lips and was not lost on her Master.
“Is your heart racing? Good… I want you to count as I stroke your back. A set of six to start.”
Brie yelped when the first landed on her skin, leaving a burning heat in its path. “One,” she finally remembered to call out.
“Color, slave?”
Brie took a deep breath before answering. “Green.”
She heard the snap as the next licked her skin, higher up her back. It stung and a groan escaped her lips before she uttered, “Two.”
He did not wait, lashing her a third time. “Three.” She gulped, debating whether to cry and let the pain release in the tears, or remain tearless and brave.
The fourth lashed across in the other direction, taking her by surprise and causing her to choke on her shriek. She knew he was waiting, so she called out, “Four.”
“You are a gutsy slave. I did not expect you to take it quietly.”
His compliment cemented her determination not to cry or scream. She took the next two lashes while breathing deeply, letting the tail of the whip reverberate on her skin, much as she had during her session with the cane.
“It seems you need it a little harder, slave.”
Brie’s whole body tensed as she suddenly realized her choice to be silent was sending him the wrong message. Will I ever learn?
He walked over to her and rested his chin on her shoulder. “Don’t worry, little one. I know you are at your limit. I want to challenge you with two more that will bite. What is the point of taking the whip if you aren’t going to experience all of its character? However, I leave it up to you.”
Brie took several calming breaths while she thought about his offer. Master Anderson was right—she wanted to experience it all, even though she was uncertain if she could endure it.
“Hold on to the fact you are almost done. Only two more, slave, and then you will wear the proud marks of your fearless spirit.”
His words infused her with courage. Hadn’t she promised herself not to be afraid of things she hadn’t tried? “I will take two more, Master, if it pleases you.”
“Remember, as always, it only takes one word to set you free,” he murmured, kissing her neck before moving back into position.
Yes, she was the one in power. This was her choice.
Master Anderson announced to the crowd, “I want you to count this time.”
Brie imagined him winding up for the first stroke, and then she heard the whip of the tail just before it slashed across her back. Brie cried out from the biting pain while the crowd enthusiastically shouted, “One!”
“Color, slave?”
She felt a welt growing on her back in response to the wicked sting. “Yellow,” she panted. The chains moved in harmony with her quivering body.
“One more. Do not tense, slave. Accept this gift.”
“Yes, Master.”
Brie closed her eyes and breathed out slowly. This was the last one, and she wanted to experience every nuance of it. Time slowed down as the implement of her pleasure-pain raced to connect with her skin. It landed across her back—a burning, piercing pain that warmed the entire area, setting it on fire.
She directed that feeling to course through her body, forcing it to travel to her loins and concentrate there. It was her transformative abilities that took his gift of the whip and turned it into something wild and beautiful within her.
“Two!” she heard the crowd yell.
She swayed on the chain, focusing all her attention on the fire in her loins. Brie felt his hands on her as he undid the binding of one wrist and then the other. He held her in place and asked, “Have you flown too far into subspace to please me?”
She laid her head against his torso. “No, Master. I need to please you.”
“Present yourself, then,” he commanded.
Brie gratefully dropped to the floor and opened her legs to him, needing the fire inside to explode in release.
She looked behind her lustfully and was stunned to see that Master Anderson had a cock that almost rivaled Boa’s. He pushed against her opening with little resistance. Her body welcomed him, craving his attention. She heard his groan of satisfaction as her body took the length and girth of his manhood. He began pumping into her, and she met each stroke, crying out in abandon. The high of subspace made each thrust pure paradise.
It didn’t take long for his immense cock to bring her over the edge. Brie strained against him as her orgasm peaked and then detonated. She screamed as her inner muscles tensed around his large member, squeezing rhythmically in their own sexual song.
He responded by shooting his essence deep inside her. Thrust after passionate thrust bathed her insides with his maleness. Afterwards, he wrapped his arm around her and kissed the welts on her back tenderly. “Well earned, young slave.”
He disengaged, then gathered her into his arms and carried her to a chair in the corner of the alcove. He held her to his chest and rocked her gently. She snuggled into his chest and closed her eyes, forgetting the crowd. The scent of the ocean filled her mind and soothed her spirit.
“You are remarkable,” he told her, playing with her long, brown curls. “Few subs demonstrate that level of curiosity and confidence so early on.”
“Thank you, Master.”
He continued to stroke her hair without saying any more. She took a brief peek at the crowd and saw many had left, but she caught Sir’s eye. For an instant, she recognized that look he’d had before, when she’d been in Marquis Gray’s arms, but it disappeared and the authoritative headmaster returned. He nodded to her and turned to talk to Ms. Clark.
Master Anderson commanded Brie to wipe the floor clean of their sweat and lovemaking while he disinfected the cuffs. Then he rubbed the tail of his whip with special cleaner, rolled it up and placed it in a bag. He tossed Brie’s clothes in her direction, but put her corset in his bag. He winked at her. “You do not want to wear a corset after a bullwhipping. Besides, I want you to show off your back tonight. You did well and deserve the attention.”
He held his hand out to Brie and walked her over to Sir after she took it. “I have a demonstration in fifteen minutes, Thane. I hand her over to your care.”
Sir held out his arm to Brie, and she clasped on to it eagerly. The fact she was half-naked only enhanced her feeling of connection to him. He walked her slowly to the next alcove so she could witness the play.
Brie was surprised to see Mary tied to a pole. The sound of Mozart filled the alcove as Marquis Gray worked his magic with the flogger. Instead of cries, Mary belted out peals of laughter. What was escaping from her lips was the sound of pure joy.
Brie felt tears prick her eyes. I’m happy for you, Mary…
Sir pulled her away from the scene and asked, “So, what did you think of Master Anderson’s skill?”
She was thankful for his question, because it gave her the right to look him in the eye. “It was a unique experience, Sir. I can’t believe he can make it feel so light and pleasant.”
“And what did you think of its bite?”
“I…” Brie became lost in his captivating gaze and had to force herself to speak. “I am glad I tried it, Sir. However…”
“What?” he encouraged.
Brie was unsure if her answer would displease him. “I would only choose to do it on rare occasions…when it pleases my Master.”
“The bullwhip does not call to you, then?”
“No, Sir.”
He patted her hand gently as he guided her on to a new scene, but every fiber of her being was focused on his touch and she was unaware of anyone or anything else. It wasn’t until Sir squeezed her hand that she took notice of the girl standing in front of her.
“You have an admirer who wishes to speak, Brie.”
A young sub with large, doe-like eyes, who was dressed in a black vinyl corset and skirt, was standing in front of her. “I just wanted to say how impressed I was at how you handled your Master’s whip. You’ve inspired me.”
Brie smiled in embarrassment and looked down at the floor. She grasped at the only thing that came to mind. “A wise Master once told me to follow my instincts. It helps me to open up to new experiences when I’m hesitant.”
The young girl bowed and said sweetly, “Thank you.”
Brie crushed her face against Sir’s shoulder when the young girl had left.
He chuckled. “What’s wrong, Brie? Can’t handle having a sub groupie?”
She groaned into his shirt.
He added, “A wise Master, huh? I prefer to be called intelligent, quick-witted, experienced. Wise…that’s for old men.”
She smiled up at him. “Sir, you are wise beyond your years.”
He patted her hand again without speaking as he walked her towards the next scene. Brie purred inside, loving this rare chance to connect. She wanted to ask him a thousand questions but stood beside him quietly, hoping he would open up.
The scene playing out in front of them consisted of three performers—a large, leather-clad Dom and two naked females. The redhead’s wrists were bound to the ankles of the blonde. She enthusiastically lapped the blonde’s bare mound while the Dom fucked her with an enormous glass dildo.
Sir grunted softly. “The overabundant use of toys remains a mystery to me. I understand the visual effect for the audience, but wielding a dildo is never as satisfying as using your God-given instrument.”
Brie wanted to tell him that he had the most perfect God-given instrument known to man. Instead, she replied, “I appreciate your perspective, Sir.”
“It is understandable that Doms and subs alike crave the newest toy, the latest fad, or the edgiest play, but in the end it comes down to a couple exploring their innermost fears and desires. The bells and whistles are really just for show. It’s the inner struggles and personal triumphs others can’t see that mark a successful D/s relationship.”
“I agree, Sir. I want to be stretched and honed all my life. I desire someone who will challenge my fears and make me confront my hidden desires, especially those I don’t even know exist yet.”
Sir chuckled lightly. “You will either be a Dom’s fantasy or his greatest challenge, Brie.”
She almost blurted, “What am I to you, Sir?” but thankfully her lips remained shut. It was too personal. She didn’t want to say or do anything that might ruin this time with him.
An unfamiliar Dom came up to Sir and asked to speak with him. They moved over to the social area and Brie stood silently by as the two men discussed the finer points of clitoral stimulation. She didn’t mind. In fact, she was proud to stand half-naked beside Sir, listening to the prudent advice he gave. She imagined other submissives walking past, admiring her red badges of courage as well as her handsome Dom, and it tickled her heart.