Pushing Limits
Brie got a taste of her boundaries the next night during her second practicum. A young, Asian Domme joined her up on the stage with a ball gag in her hand. Brie stared at it warily. Just seeing the red ball made her sick to her stomach.
“Turn, pet,” the petite woman commanded when Brie had knelt before her.
Brie hesitantly turned and forced herself not to close her eyes—her normal mode of defense when something was difficult.
“Open.”
Brie opened her lips, but not wide enough. Her Domme commanded her to open wider in order to fit the ball gag in her mouth. It stretched Brie’s jaw uncomfortably and a cold chill traveled down her spine.
The Asian Domme fastened the gag and commanded that she stand up. Brie shuddered, hating the ball gag with even greater passion when she felt drool spill from her mouth. There was nothing sexy about it.
“Miss Bennett,” Sir called out. She turned to him, trying not to look as miserable as she felt. “Do you want the gag removed?”
It would be another failure if she said yes, and she didn’t want to fail again. However, she was sorely tempted to remove the hated device.
From the audience, she heard Mary say, “It’s what your Domme wants.”
Her words flooded through Brie. Yes, this is what my Mistress wants. To deny such a basic thing would take away from the scene her Mistress had created. Brie realized her discomfort was not severe enough to remove the ball gag and looked back at Sir, shaking her head.
He reminded her, “If at any time you wish to change your mind, snap your fingers.”
She bowed to him in answer and then turned to her Domme. She would ignore the drooling and the ache of her jaw if it brought her Mistress pleasure.
“Obedience is always rewarded,” her Domme stated. “I have a surprise for you, pet. But first you must be properly prepared.”
She directed Brie to an interesting chair. It was reminiscent of a folding beach chair because of its adjustability, although this version was far sturdier. First, she bound Brie’s wrists to the arms of the chair with rope. Then the tiny Domme bent Brie’s right leg and pushed it up and to the side. She began winding the rope around Brie’s ankle, binding her in that position. She did the same to Brie’s left leg, leaving her legs spread and her bare pussy splayed out and exposed.
Her Domme asked her to get out of the restraints. Brie struggled but could not move. A thrill of helplessness coursed through her. Her Domme could do whatever she wanted now, and Brie would be powerless to stop it.
Her thin lips curved into a smile. “I think you are ready for my surprise, pet.”
A man entered the stage. The ball in her mouth muffled Brie’s gasp. The submissive male model from the week before was approaching her. He wore black latex pants with a hole in the crotch. His mighty shaft was exposed and firm. Her eyes widened as the branch of a cock made its way over to her pussy.
“My submissive mentioned seeing you in Mr. Gallant’s class. He’s been an exceptionally good boy this week, so I have decided to reward him.”
Brie’s pussy contracted in pleasure and a bit of trepidation. His was the most massive cock she had ever seen. Can I even take it?
The Domme adjusted the back of the chair to a lower angle. She began to caress Brie’s breasts as the sub moved between Brie’s legs. “You will need to relax, pet. I want to see his entire shaft disappear inside your submissive cunt.”
Brie concentrated on the feeling of her Domme playing with her nipples, hoping the release of oxytocin would help her body receive the gift of the submissive’s giant cock. It wasn’t lost on Brie that this scene was deliciously reminiscent of her virgin sacrifice fantasy, and it totally turned her on. I am the sacrifice!
Her Domme commanded the male sub, “Rub your cock on her pussy, Boa. Get that little cunt used to your girth and juicy for your invasion.”
Boa? Well, he does have a huge snake of a cock…
Brie felt him rub the enormous head of his shaft against her tiny clit. If she hadn’t wanted this, it might have been intimidating. As it was, she was extremely curious how he would feel slipping into her moist recess. Boa spent time teasing her with his shaft, rubbing it sideways over her little nub, and then up and down between her wet outer lips. There was just so incredibly much of him!
“Take her now,” the Domme commanded.
Brie moaned against the ball in her mouth as Boa positioned the head of his cock against her small opening and started to push. She was shocked at the huge circumference now that he was trying to power his way in. He grabbed her hips and thrust harder. It didn’t seem possible that he could penetrate her small opening until he pushed through the resistance and forced the head of his enormous shaft inside her.
Brie grunted from the deep ache it caused. It took everything in her to accept his endowment. His proportions challenged her body in ways she had never experienced before—and this had only just begun.
“That’s a good start,” her Domme purred, playing with Brie’s nipples. “Take his cock into your little cunt.”
Boa kept thrusting, but it seemed her body couldn’t take any more. He began caressing her bare pussy. “Open up to me,” he growled lustfully.
“Give yourself to him, pet.” Her Domme’s warm lips fell on Brie’s left nipple, and she began sucking on it as her other hand rolled Brie’s right nipple between her delicate fingers.
Brie visualized her inner walls lengthening to accommodate Boa’s size. She moaned when he pushed in another inch.
“That’s it, pet. That’s it…” the Domme cooed.
The thrusting continued as Boa inched his massive cock into her willing depths. Her Domme lifted Brie’s head up and commanded her to look. “See how deep inside he is, pet? Look how stretched your lips are. It doesn’t seem as if you can take more, does it? But you can.”
Brie was amazed to see her body taking his huge shaft, which was glistening with her wetness. Only a fourth of him remained unclaimed, but there was no way she could take more. No way…
“Remain still,” the Domme ordered her male sub. He instantly stopped his movements and waited for her next command.
Her Mistress adjusted the chair again so that Brie was lying flat. She then poured oil onto Brie’s chest and began massaging her breasts expertly. It was sensual and intimate, made that much more tantalizing because of the oversized cock planted inside her.
The Domme leaned towards her ear. “I am going to have Boa thrust the rest of the way in now. Your body is primed and ready. I get so hot watching this part.”
She looked up at her sub. “Do it.”
Without hesitation, Boa grabbed Brie’s waist and thrust. She screamed in pleasure and pain against the ball gag as he pushed his shaft to the hilt. Her body became completely, utterly filled.
Boa stopped again and caressed her thighs. “So beautiful,” he commented.
“Yes, she is. Such a lovely cunt.” Her Domme reached down and played with Brie’s clit. “Concentrate on the large cock inside you and come for me.”
Brie closed her eyes and reveled in the fact that Boa’s massive shaft was deep inside her now. It didn’t take long for her pussy to begin contracting in pleasure, but her orgasm felt different. Her inner muscles were so stretched that they barely squeezed against his sizable girth.
“There will be plenty more before he is done,” the tiny Domme informed Brie as she stood up and walked over to Boa. Her hands lightly danced over his stomach and down to his groin. She touched the base of his cock where it met the rim of Brie’s lips.
“You want to fuck her now, don’t you?”
He nodded.
“It is my pleasure to give you this treat, Boa. I always reward obedience.” Her hands moved from his groin and up to his chest. She tweaked his nipples playfully and then turned his head, kissing him on the lips.
“I am yours, Mistress,” he said with a low growl.
Her fingers trailed over his lips. “Yes, and you proved it this week.” The Domme moved back over to Brie. Her hands were like magic as she massaged Brie’s aching breasts. “And you shall be rewarded as well, pet, for wearing the gag I required. Had you resisted my desire, you would have been fucked with a dildo instead.” She wiped the drool from Brie’s mouth. “And that would not have been nearly as fun, now, would it?”
Brie shook her head.
Her Domme positioned her face next to Brie’s cheek with her arms on either side of her breasts, stroking, caressing and teasing her nipples. “Are you ready?”
Brie’s body tensed in anticipation as she nodded.
“Good,” the Domme purred seductively. She looked up at Boa and smiled. “Fuck her.”
He pulled nearly all the way out and then slammed himself back in. Brie’s muffled cries filled the auditorium as he pumped his giant dick inside her.
“Faster, Boa. Fuck her deep!” her Domme demanded. The Asian Domme groaned in unison with Boa as if the two of them were connected, as if they were both fucking Brie together.
The frenzied thrusts of his gargantuan cock took Brie to another plane of existence. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she became one with the cock. It possessed her completely. She gave in to the claiming of her body and started to float. Pleasant electrical sparks radiated from her groin in a rhythmic pattern. In her dreamy state, it took several moments to realize that she was having one long, continuous orgasm. She whimpered in pleasure.
“She likes it, Boa, just like we knew she would.”
He only grunted in response as he stroked Brie with his colossal shaft over and over again.
Finally, she heard her Domme cry out, “Now!”
Boa grasped Brie’s shoulders and sank his rigid staff as deep as her body could take. She shook her head from side to side as his shaft exploded with a massive release of come. She screamed around the rubber ball, the aching pleasure clouding all other sensations. Her body responded by clamping down on his immense cock with one final orgasmic contraction.
Brie vaguely felt the bonds loosen, and then her Domme pushed the chair back into a sitting position. With gentle hands, she cleaned between Brie’s legs with a wet cloth. “Now your cunt knows the feeling of possession.” She then reached around Brie’s head and undid the ball gag. She pulled the ball away, and a long string of saliva followed. The Domme wiped that away as well. She helped Brie up from the chair.
Brie stood before the panel, woozy but quite satiated.
Sir asked, “How would you rate the scene, Miss Bennett?”
She stood there with a huge smile. No words formed, so she just nodded.
“It was good for you, then?”
She continued to nod slowly.
Marquis Gray asked, “Miss Bennett, why did you resist the ball gag?”
His question actually caused her to think, so she struggled out of her pleasant stupor to reply. “It’s…uncomfortable.”
“But how does a ball gag make you feel, Miss Bennett?” he pressed.
“What do you mean, Marquis Gray?” She was frustrated, knowing he wanted some other answer. “It hurts my jaw, and I don’t care for all the drooling.”
She noticed him frown, although the expression did not reach down to his mouth. He wrote something in his notes, and it made Brie squirm to see it. She seemed to be missing something vital.
Brie came face-to-face with her boundary the next day—Marquis Gray made sure of that. A bare-chested Dom came onto the stage, dressed only in black leather pants. “Bow at my feet, slut.”
Brie’s eyes narrowed. She hesitated; no one had called her a slut before and it rubbed her the wrong way.
“Now,” he commanded.
She knelt down at his feet reluctantly. When a table was set beside her, Brie stealthily peeked. What she saw made her skin crawl. There was a butt plug with a pig’s tail, a ball gag, collar and leash, and a violet wand.
“Undress and present yourself to me.”
As she undressed, Brie looked out to the seats. Mary was sitting on the edge of her chair, obviously aroused by the scenario about to play out. It made sense—Mary enjoyed this kind of scene. Brie took a deep breath and got on all fours, presenting herself sexually to her Dom.
“What a nasty cunt you are,” he snarled lustfully, slapping her on the ass. “You know what I do with dirty sluts like you?” He fisted her hair and pulled back her head sharply so that she was forced to look at him. “I treat them like the dirty pig sluts they are.” He let her go and walked over to the table. He picked up the collar first.
“Come here, little piggy.”
When she started to stand, he commanded, “On all fours, like the horny pig you are.”
Brie tried to crawl on the floor towards him seductively, but she wasn’t feeling it—not in the least. The Dom fastened the heavy leather collar over Sir’s. It felt so wrong. Then he attached the leash and yanked on it. “Come.”
He led her around the stage. Brie kept her eyes cast downward, struggling to please him as she crawled like an animal. He was not satisfied and remarked, “I think I know what the problem is. You don’t feel like a slutty little pig yet.” He lubed the butt plug with the curly pig’s tail, and then picked up the gag.
Brie imagined herself down on all fours with the hated ball gag in her mouth, saliva dripping from her lips, while her Dom called out, “piggy, piggy” as he shoved that horrible pig’s tail plug into her ass. It was too much and she began shaking her head violently.
My Master wants this… She almost convinced herself, but the moment he touched her ass with the plug, something snapped inside her. She screamed at the top of her lungs, “Red, red, red!”
The Dom immediately took the toy away. She scrambled to her feet and faced the panel. Another failure, but Brie had had to end the scene—being treated like a pig would have crushed her. She removed the unwanted collar and let it drop to the stage floor.
Marquis Gray was the first to address her. “Why was this difficult for you, Miss Bennett?”
“I couldn’t let him do that to me.”
“How would the butt plug have hurt you? You’ve taken them before.”
“I…” She shook her head as she fought for the right words to express her disdain. “That thing is vile.” She looked at Marquis Gray, struggling against the emotions boiling inside her. “It made me feel…bad.”
“Similar to the ball gag?” he asked.
She nodded her head.
“And relieving yourself in front of Rytsar Durov?”
Brie shook her head at first, but then realized he was right. “Not to the same degree, but yes.”
Sir cleared his throat. She looked at him sadly, hoping he understood.
“In one word, how did those things make you feel, Miss Bennett?”
She felt the tears coming and whispered, “Humiliated…”
“Yes.”
Brie looked at Sir through watery eyes. “Is it something required of a sub, Sir?”
His expression softened. “No, Miss Bennett. However, it is vital that you tell your Doms it is a trigger for you.”
She nodded and felt a surge of relief when he smiled reassuringly. “This was an important lesson for you. Take time to process it. Some submissives find there is considerable freedom in acting out scenes of humiliation. Others need to feel treasured and cannot find comfort in such an experience. The decision is yours.”
“Thank you, Sir.” She turned back to Marquis Gray. “Thank you, Marquis.”
The ghostly trainer nodded his head. “Miss Bennett, I plan to help you with another hurdle tomorrow. Are you prepared for a real challenge?”
His intense stare sent a shiver of unease and excitement through her. “Yes, Master.”
A hint of a smile played across his eyes and lips at her use of that title.
She bowed to the panel and left the stage, humbled by the encounter. There was no feeling of contentment that normally followed a scene, and she felt some sympathy for the Dom as he walked off the stage with his collection of ‘toys’. However, Brie was grateful for the experience. Just as Sir had promised, she was discovering fears and desires she had never known existed.