The Haven
Brie received a text from Sir at noon the next day while working. Tonight you shall be on display. To prepare yourself, every other hour you will remove a piece of clothing. You must send a photo of each piece. Begin now. Tell no one.
Brie sighed nervously. He hadn’t specified which pieces which meant the decision was up to her. She would have to be smart so that she wasn’t left exposing herself by the end of her shift.
“Mr. Reynolds, can you watch the front for a moment? I need to use the bathroom.”
Her boss looked at her strangely because she had just come off a break. “Sure, but make it quick.”
“Yes, Mr. Reynolds.” She hurried to the small bathroom, cursing because she had worn heels without stockings. Two items eliminated from her selection. With little time to think she went for the quickest, peeling off her panties. She took a picture with her phone and sent it to Sir. He immediately texted back. Surprised by your first choice. It will be a long day of not bending over, my dear. Brie had no place to put her panties, so she ran to the back of the store and stuffed them in her purse before returning to the front.
“Are you feeling okay?” Mr. Reynolds asked with genuine concern.
She blushed, quite aware of her lack of underwear as they conversed. “Yes, I feel much better. Thank you.”
It was disconcerting working without her panties. She was conscious every time she moved, making sure to bend her knees so that she never exposed herself to the two trainees as she unpacked the cigarettes and helped to stock them.
When two o’clock rolled around, she asked Mr. Reynolds for another quick break.
“Again? What did you eat for lunch?”
“Sorry,” she stammered, running to the bathroom. With ample time to think beforehand, she’d already decided on the next piece. Brie unbuckled the stylish little belt around her waist, taking a quick picture before rolling it up. After she hit send, Sir responded: I do not consider that clothing, téa. No fashion accessories.
Even though her time was short, she didn’t want to disappoint Sir and quickly texted back. Should I take off something else, Sir?
Yes.
She unbuttoned her blouse and removed her lacy camisole. She dutifully took a pic and sent it to Sir. He did not return a text back. She worried for a second, but decided he must have been distracted by a business call or a visit from a client. Just as she was exiting the bathroom, Mr. Reynolds met her at the door. “Is everything all right, Brie? Do you need to go home?”
She held the camisole behind her back and stuttered, “No… no, sir. I’m just… It’s…” She couldn’t lie to her boss, but she didn’t want to break Sir’s explicit command either. The tension made her queasy, so she answered truthfully, “My stomach is a little upset.”
He broke out in a huge paternal grin. “I’m not going to be a great-uncle, am I?”
She stared at him in shock. “No! Oh no, Mr. Reynolds.”
He chuckled good-naturedly. “I’m just kidding, Brie. Have to admit, though, the look on your face was priceless.”
She wasn’t able to go to her purse, so she stuffed her camisole underneath the register. Brie definitely felt more exposed, knowing her white bra could now be seen through the thin material of her blouse, yet Sir’s unique challenge also made her feel more alive than she’d ever felt at the tobacco shop.
At four, Brie was able to avoid asking Mr. Reynolds, who happened to be at the back door signing for newly arrived shipments. She went directly to Mike, instead. “Can you man the register until I get back?”
“I haven’t learned how to work it yet,” he protested.
“That’s okay. If a customer comes, just tell them to wait. I won’t be long.”
“You need some Pepto-Bismol or something? I’m sure the old man must have some stashed somewhere.”
Brie unintentionally snorted in laughter. “Ah, no…”
She closed the bathroom door and started giggling quietly to herself. In no time flat, she had her shirt off and her bra undone. She took a picture of the frilly thing and sent it to Sir.
His response was, Now you will truly be on display.
Brie balled up her bra and stuffed it behind the trashcan. With Mr. Reynolds in the back, she had no way to deposit it into her purse. Did Sir know how difficult this assignment was? Probably… He must have counted on the fact she was being challenged by the task.
She took a quick glance downward as she walked back up to the front. Sure enough, her pert nipples were poking through the thin blouse. She picked up a box and covered her chest with it when she addressed both trainees. “You guys should put out these tins. They go over on the end display by the door.”
Laurel grinned, although Brie wasn’t sure what she found so amusing. “Sure thing, princess.”
Mike took the box from her and headed straight for the display. Brie took heart that Mr. Reynolds would have a fine replacement. It made leaving him much easier.
One of their regulars came in and asked for his normal carton of Salems. His eyes went straight for her chest as he handed her the money. Brie held her head a little higher to fight the urge to bolt.
She handed over his change, counting it out quickly. “And thank you for coming today, Mr. Abrams.”
“Have a lovely day, Miss Bennett,” he replied, tipping his hat.
She struggled with her feelings of embarrassment and feminine pride.
At ten before six, Mr. Reynolds came up to her. “You must be anxious to get home. Go ahead and cut out a little early. Hopefully whatever ails you will have passed through your system by tomorrow.” To his credit, his eyes never traveled from her face.
“It’s really not necessary,” Brie told him, feeling a little guilty.
“No, Brie. I insist.”
She went to the back to gather her purse. Laurel met her there and, holding up Brie’s bra, demanded, “What kind of game are you playing?”
She snatched it from the girl. Since she made a lousy liar she didn’t even try, instead Brie answered with a simple, “It’s none of your business.”
“Hey, I’m just telling you there’s no need to try so hard. Mike is an easy catch. He’ll bed any girl who gives him the time of day.”
“I’m not interested in Mike.”
“Oh! So it’s the old man you are gunning for.”
Brie shook her head. “No, it is not like that. You have no idea what you are talking about.”
Laurel laughed, obviously not believing her. “Hey, don’t worry, chickie. Your secret’s safe with me.” She leaned in and whispered, “Personally, I think you should set your sights a little higher. That old man is married and doesn’t make all that much.”
Brie looked at her in disbelief. “Thanks for the advice, Laurel. I’ve got some, too. If you aren’t going to work hard for Mr. Reynolds, quit now and save everyone the trouble. He deserves only the best.”
As Brie walked away, Laurel sang out childishly, “Brie’s got a crush on Mr. Reynolds…”
No doubt everyone in the tiny shop heard it, so Brie did the only thing she could. She held her head high, stuck out her chest with pride and walked out the doors with a smile on her lips. People can think what they want.
Sir was already home when she got there. He had her twirl in front of him so he could see the effects of his little game.
“You do look good without a bra, babygirl,” he complimented.
He slipped his hand under her skirt and caressed her ass cheek before teasing her clit with his middle finger. “Bet they all wanted to do that,” he growled before kissing her hard on the lips.
Brie closed her eyes, enjoying the magnetic pull of his dominance.
He withdrew abruptly to explain. “We will eat a light dinner before we head out. There are several people I have to meet with tonight at The Haven. But, rest assured, I also plan to scene with you while we are there.”
Brie let out an excited squeak. Scening in public with Sir was a dream come true!
“While I talk with them, feel free to walk around and observe the other performances. Let me know if there are any that stimulate you.”
“Sounds thrilling, Sir!”
His voice took on a serious tone. “I have also invited someone to join us there to talk with you.”
She wondered who it was, but noticed he wasn’t providing a name. Sir did like to keep her guessing. He enjoyed trifling with her intense curiosity, knowing it was a characteristic she needed to gain control over.
After their simple meal, which Brie struggled to eat because of her elation, Sir directed her to dress. She skipped down the hallway to the bedroom and saw that he had laid out a black leather halter top, shiny vinyl skirt, and crotchless panties with cutouts in the back to nicely frame her heart-shaped ass. Instead of his preferred garters and hose, he had picked out thigh-high boots to go with the ensemble. It gave her a much edgier look, making her wonder what he had planned for their scene. Sir was capable of anything.
He nodded his approval when he saw her. He had changed into black slacks and a solid black button-up shirt. He still looked formal, but with an edgier feel that matched hers. “The exact look I was going for. You look absolutely edible, téa.”
She basked under his lustful gaze. “Thank you, Master.”
Brie was not surprised to see The Haven parking lot full when they drove up. It was the ‘hot place’ to be for those in the local BDSM community. She was feeling a little nervous, though. With Sir being such a prominent member, all eyes would be on them tonight. It was a lot of pressure, especially knowing there were many out there who found Brie unworthy of Sir’s collar.
He chose you, she reminded herself as he opened the door and helped her out of the car. He pulled a black duffle bag out from the trunk and slung it over his shoulder before he escorted her to the club.
The sights and sounds of The Haven assaulted her senses. The place was packed and every alcove was already in use with various BDSM scenes being played out. Brie soon found herself surrounded as people crowded Sir, eager to talk to him. Brie kept her eyes on the floor, sensing that many of them were Doms. There was no way she was going to break protocol here.
After several minutes Sir insisted on moving along, guiding her with the back of his hand through the crowd. He walked her around the large center room, letting her glance at all the scenes available for her viewing pleasure in each alcove. She had to hide her shock when she saw Tono performing Kinbaku. A huge crowd had gathered to watch his artful performance. She had never admitted to anyone that Tono had been her choice at the Collaring Ceremony—up until the point she had met the eyes of his disapproving father as she had approached Tono with her collar. Brie had to force herself to remain calm, totally unprepared for meeting up with him.
Sir moved her onto the next scene. “You may enjoy watching Cat O’ Nines. She is well known for her intense play.”
Brie concentrated on the new scene, putting all her focus into it. The Domme’s dramatic show fascinated Brie. The performance was enhanced by the powerful music she chose to accompany her work, a haunting melody with intense instrumentals.
Cat O’ Nines’ submissive was strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross and already had red lash marks on his thighs and back.
She had just put down a cane and picked up a flogger with evil little knots on the end of each tail. She swung it in the air several times, showing the crowd her wicked-looking nine-tail before striking her submissive. His cry filled The Haven. Brie shifted uncomfortably, imagining that flogger making contact with her own skin.
The Domme played with her sub, striking several times and then cupping his ass or running her long nails between his legs. She continued like that, his cries of pleasure/pain building in intensity. Brie was horrified that she found it sexually arousing as welts appeared on his back.
There was a break in the action as Cat O’ Nines unbound him and turned him around to face the crowd. His strong erection made it obvious that he thoroughly enjoyed his Mistress’ attention. The Domme bound him again and began on his thighs, moving ever closer to his rigid cock. Brie was riveted.
“I must leave you, téa,” Sir said quietly. “Feel free to walk around and observe. Once I am done with this meeting, you and I will enjoy our own scene.”
Brie’s heart raced as he walked away. I hope it’s a short meeting. Just then, the masochistic sub roared out in pain, but Brie couldn’t bear to look and headed back to Tono’s scene instead.
The Asian Dom spent several minutes securing the girl’s legs and then moved to her arms. He was very precise, needing her body to be perfectly supported balanced by the rope because he was preparing to lift her in the air. Long ropes attached to her body were already slipped through the large metal ring hanging in the air. However, it was easy to see the girl was nervous. Tono stopped what he was doing and wrapped his arms around her, whispering something in her ear.
The girl’s face began to relax when she closed her eyes. Brie knew the sub was matching his breath and she found herself unconsciously doing the same. The instant she felt the harmony, Tono looked up and stared directly into her soul.
Brie stumbled backwards and then turned and ran to an alcove on the other side of the room. She pretended to watch a paddling session as she tried to regain her bearings. Brie hadn’t expected the connection with Tono to remain as strong. She knew in her heart she must eliminate the emotional ties that bound her to the gentle Dom, but she had no idea how.