Fire and Ice
Brie was nervous the next day when she pulled up to the school. Sir had pretty much warned her that she was going to be using her safe word, which meant something difficult would be ahead. The only thing that made it bearable was knowing that the trainers wanted to help her to grow fully as a submissive, and would not allow anything harmful to happen.
She actually smiled when she saw Blue Eyes at the door. She was growing accustomed to their daily interactions, grateful that they only required a nod of her head. He swung the door open and let her pass. “You’re looking especially fine tonight.”
She blanched a little. That was not his normal greeting. She pulled the belt tighter around her coat and continued on as if she hadn’t heard him. Why did he have to ruin it by saying something new? Brie snuck a glance back, wondering what he was up to, but all his attention was focused on a group of chatty girls who were walking through the door.
Brie shook it off and hurried to class.
Mr. Gallant gave the girls time to write another fantasy in their journals. She opened the luxurious book with glee. The words she wrote on the gold-lined pages now had a chance of becoming reality. She shivered in excitement as she penned another favorite fantasy:
I was taken from my parents at the age of twelve to live in the temple. A group of men came to our village and lined the girls up side by side. They looked us over carefully, from the tops of our heads to the bottoms of our feet, only accepting those they deemed perfect. The girls who passed the inspection were taken to the temple on the mountain to live in isolation, cared for by eunuchs until they were called to serve. It was an honor to be chosen and my parents were proud—as was I.
I was to be a sexual sacrifice to our sun god, Ryca. I would help our people remain under his protection and in his favor.
Six years later, the seven of us who were of age were paraded before the leaders. They did another thorough inspection, including an examination to determine our virginity. I burned with shame as they pulled my lower lips apart and touched the small opening of my womanhood. Apparently, they were satisfied with my purity and I was taken to a special area to be bathed and prepared. Unfortunately, one of the other girls was sent back to her village in a cloud of disgrace.
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I am dressed in a simple white gown of the finest cloth, my hair left free-flowing except for the symbolic gold headband that marks me as a sacrifice. I notice my band has a ruby in the center. It signifies that I have been chosen for the head priest, the highest honor. I am to be the first to be ‘sacrificed’.
I am escorted through the throngs of villagers from distant communities who have gathered to be a part of the sacred ceremony. Naturally, only men are allowed to witness the holy ritual.
I see that the high priest wears an elaborate headdress that makes him look like Ryca. The headdress is shiny gold, like the sun, and the engraved rays shoot out from the center. I am in awe of his beauty. Then I notice his robes are open, revealing his nakedness underneath. For the first time, I see the instrument of my deflowering and I freeze. His manhood is darker than the rest of his body, and large, like a fifth appendage. My joy at being chosen is now replaced with apprehension. I cannot move, so the two men escorting me take my arms and guide me towards the altar.
Once beside it, they turn me towards the crowd and the men begin to chant. It is a solemn song that beseeches Ryca to accept the sacrifice as a token of faith from his people. At the end of the chant, the escorts disrobe me and I stand naked before the assembly. Their eyes are upon me, taking in every inch of my body without shame. I read hunger in their eyes, and it makes me quiver.
I am the sacrifice.
The priest speaks behind me in a voice that booms over the crowd. “Bring her to me!” The escorts easily lift me off the ground and carry me to the stone altar. They lay me down, adjusting my position and combing out my hair so that I am perfectly displayed for our god.
The priest stands at the foot of the altar and shrugs off his robes. He is completely naked. I see his broad chest free of hair and his tanned skin glistening in the sun. He truly is the sun god, Ryca, to me.
Ryca climbs onto the altar. The two escorts each simultaneously take my legs and lift them into the air so the crowd can act as witnesses. His large hand strokes my stomach and then rests on my mound. “Are you a willing sacrifice?”
“Yes,” I answer clearly. Although I am nervous, I have been groomed for this. I do not question my duty.
“Good,” he grunts. He settles himself between my legs and takes his great shaft in his hand to position it against my virginal hole. I feel the warm head of his member pressing hard. He is far too large, but it does not deter him as he pushes with more force against the flesh that valiantly protects my virginity. “I want blood, Sacrifice.”
I begin to…
“Hand in your books,” Mr. Gallant instructed.
Brie sighed in frustration. Once again, she had spent so much time setting up the fantasy that she’d left no time for the good stuff. She raised her hand and waited to be called on. “Mr. Gallant, may I take my book home to finish?”
“I’m sorry—until the end of the course your book remains here. What is the problem?”
“I barely started detailing what happens when he takes me.”
Mr. Gallant cleared his throat with an amused expression. “I am sure if a Dom is given the fantasy he will be able to navigate that part. But to be fair to you, I will read over it and hand it back during your break to complete if I deem it necessary.”
Their first practicum of the night involved playing with some of the different bondage devices Mr. Gallant had mentioned in class, so that they could decide for themselves which ones they personally enjoyed. Instead of Doms, the girls were allowed to experiment with each other under the watchful eyes of their four trainers.
For the first time during their training, Brie heard Mary laugh uncontrollably as she zapped Lea with a violet wand. Lea twisted and squirmed under the electrical stimulation, but begged for more. The sound of Mary’s laughter caused Brie to pause for a moment. The woman had been through so much in her life, and yet…she still had a little girl inside who had not been crushed. Mary had had to build walls to protect herself but, in this environment, those walls were slowly coming down.
During the break, a messenger gave Brie a note from Mr. Gallant. “There is no need for you to write further. Enjoy the evening.”
Brie was a tad disappointed, but trusted Mr. Gallant’s assessment. Just like with Rytsar, the winning Dom would have to improvise with Brie’s fantasy. Maybe Doms liked it when that happened. If the roles were reversed, Brie would certainly enjoy having creative license over her sub.
She was in for a wonderful surprise when Tono joined her on stage for the second practicum. The intoxicating Dom, with those long dark bangs covering his sexy chocolate eyes, smiled at her. She quickly looked down at her feet, not wanting to hear Ms. Clark’s reprimand. Brie could not quite hide her smile, though.
Tono saved her from her unwilling obedience by lifting her chin and kissing her. “Toriko, it has been far too long.” He whispered in her ear, “I plan to bind you tonight and have my way with your body.” She melted at his words, but stood quietly, waiting for his command.
He surprised Brie by moving behind her and wrapping his arms around her front. Then he began untying her corset ever so slowly while he breathed down her neck. She leaned her head back against his shoulder.
The corset slid off effortlessly. Then she felt his hands move to the waistband of her skirt, slide underneath and stroke her pussy through the material of her thong. He proceeded to unzip the little skirt and let it drop to the floor. He kissed his way down her back and removed her panties with his teeth. She stepped out of them, holding her breath in joyful anticipation.
Tono ran his hands up her inner thighs, lightly brushing her hairless mound before standing up and caressing her shoulders. “Do you trust me to bind you?”
“Yes, Tono,” she answered without reservation.
“Before we start, I want you to present yourself to me.”
Brie instantly knelt down and arched her back, pressed her chest forward, with her head down and her legs spread far apart, just as he had instructed her.
“I see you still remember my preference. That is good, toriko.” His hand moved over the curve of her ass. “It’s as beautiful as I remember. You may stand now.”
Tono took off his shirt, showing off his trim, muscular body. He was strikingly beautiful—in a manly way. Just seeing him bare-chested left Brie panting for more. He led her to a table covered in plastic that had been brought on stage while he’d been undressing her.
He commanded her to lie down on her back and stroked the undersides of her arms as he pulled them over her head. He secured them with nylon rope and tied her to the table. His hands then trailed down the swells of her body until he came to her ankle. He moved it into position and wrapped the rope around it several times, securing it tightly. Tono smiled at her as he took her last appendage and tied it to the table as well.
He glanced between her legs and commented, “I see the call of the rope excites you.”
Brie nodded, not embarrassed that he knew how turned on she was. However, it was not just the rope that was making her hot. Tono’s proximity had that effect on her.
His hands were on her again, rubbing over her stomach, her chest and between her thighs. “Tonight, I am going to turn you into art with wax.”
She fidgeted nervously. “Will the hot wax hurt?”
“You tell me,” he answered with a mischievous grin.
An assistant came out with a tray of burning candles in small jars and a large silver bowl. Her heart started racing when Tono picked up one of the candles.
“Close your eyes,” he instructed. She obediently closed them and then heard his masculine voice next to her ear. “Enjoy.”
She jumped when the hot wax made contact with her bellybutton and pooled there. Tono spread the wax out with his finger and then added more. Brie purred. The hot wax combined with his touch felt deliciously sensual…
“Open your eyes, little slave.” She looked into his chocolate orbs and sighed in contentment. “I am going to cover your entire torso in wax. Lie still and let the sensations carry you.”
He turned to the other girls before he began. “Not just any candle wax will do. You need one that melts at a low temperature, or you will suffer burns.”
When Tono turned back to her, Brie smiled up at him. She did not jump when he poured more of the hot liquid on her stomach and it dripped down her side. The temperature reminded her of a hot, steamy shower. It was the kind of heat that was almost too hot, but dangerously addictive.
Her body eagerly anticipated the hot wax, but Tono surprised her. It appeared that he was going to pour more wax over her chest, but he dragged a piece of ice under the swell of her breast with his other hand. She cried out at the unexpected temperature difference.
He chuckled softly as he poured the hot liquid on her nipple. She moaned, enjoying the contrasting sensations and the ticklish feeling as the wax dribbled onto the table. It was like an erotic massage, but he kept her on her toes because he continually teased her with the cool ice.
When he’d finished covering her body in a thick layer of white wax, he took a paintbrush and began creating a simple design in black. She watched in fascination as he turned a few basic strokes into the outline of an exquisite orchid.
Tono put the paintbrush down and told her to close her eyes for a second. She nearly jumped out of her skin when he placed an ice cube on her burning clit. “First the ice, and then the fire…” He poured the hot wax on her now freezing pussy. She whimpered as the fiery liquid covered her clit and dripped slowly down her folds. “Such a nice contrast. Isn’t it?” he murmured.
Brie opened her eyes to answer her handsome Dom. “It’s delicious.”
He snapped his fingers and the assistant returned to remove the candles and ice.
Brie looked at his work, feeling pride at being his sensuous piece of art. “Thank you, Tono.”
“We are not done yet, toriko.” He moved between her legs and untied them. He gently pulled her ass to the edge of the table and lifted her legs up, straightening them carefully. “You must hold this position. Do not move, or you will ruin my art.”
She nodded, but gasped softly when she saw him undress. He positioned himself in between her legs and reminded her again not to move. She stifled a cry when she felt the head of his shaft press against her opening.
“No, toriko. Your Master wants to hear your pleasure.”
“Yes, Tono.” Brie moaned as he slowly inserted his cock into her desperate pussy. She was sorely tempted to wrap her legs around him, but his command was to keep her legs straight.
He slid himself in and then all the way back out several times, teasing her pussy with his cock. Soon Brie’s legs began to shake. Tono leaned forward as he pushed deeper into her. “Point your toes and reach for the ceiling.”
She followed his instructions and found it helped with the shaking.
“I’m going to ramp it up, little one.” He grabbed onto her thighs and began pumping his manhood into her.
She panted as she struggled to keep her legs straight under his onslaught. “You are allowed to come, my slave, but only if you do not move.” One of his hands moved to her clit and began flicking it vigorously.
By then, Brie’s stomach muscles were aching from her efforts to keep her legs straight, but it added to the whole experience and she felt her inner muscles start to contract. Her body released all of the pent-up desire she had built up during the scene. Her passionate moans filled the small auditorium. His masculine grunts soon followed as he pumped his seed into her.
Tears of effort fell from her eyes. “I can’t last much longer…” she whimpered.
“A little longer is all I ask,” he answered, as he pulled away from her and petted her sex. “This is the first time I’ve had the chance to enjoy your bare mound, toriko. It is a lovely flower, especially after just being taken.” He pushed her farther onto the table and took her legs, slowly bending them and placing them back down so she could rest.
“You look beautiful, my little slave. It is a shame that I must release you from the wax.”
The assistant returned with a large knife. Brie’s eyes widened when Tono brought it up to her chest. He deftly unsealed the edges of the wax and put the knife down. Then he peeled it off in one large piece, leaving the art perfectly intact. “This is for you, in exchange for the panties I confiscated on our first day,” he said with a wicked little smirk.
He helped her off the table, ordering her to stand. Then he picked up the knife again. She couldn’t help cringing when he slid it over her skin. “You must remain still as I remove all the pieces, little one.”
Her trust in him was so deep that she did not resist the feel of the sharp blade caressing her skin; she gave in to it. It felt dangerously delicious in the hands of a master.
Just before he finished, Tono moved his lips to her ear and whispered, “I will win the auction this week.”
With all her heart, Brie hoped that he would.