A Slave’s Dream
S he had been called to join Master Anderson in room eighteen. Although it was highly unusual to meet after school hours, Sir had assured her the lesson was essential if she wanted to graduate from the Center.
Brie had been working hard for nearly six weeks— nothing was going to stand in the way of her making it on Graduation Night. She hurried through the familiar hallways, awkwardly sprinting in her six-inch heels to make it to her class on time.
She opened the door and froze for a second. Master Anderson was tightly gripping his bullwhip. She’d already felt its bite at the Haven and didn’t want to relive the experience.
“Come in, young Brie.”
She walked hesitantly over the threshold and took off her blouse and bra with shaking fingers. She knelt down, putting her hands behind her back in the position Sir had instructed she take upon entering a room with a trainer.
Her heart rate shot up as she listened to his boots echoing in the large room as he approached. Master Anderson put his hand on her head and stated in a sultry voice, “Stand and serve me well, slave.”
Her stomach did a flip-flop on being called “slave”. She gracefully rocked off her heels and stood before him. “It would be my honor, Master Anderson.”
“You will call me only Master tonight.”
She bowed her head in acknowledgement of his command, but her heart fluttered. Calling him Master had a completely different feel to it, especially since she was to be his slave for the session.
“Master, what is the focus of tonight’s lesson?”
“We are going to test your willingness to please in the face of challenge.”
Brie sucked in her breath. This did not sound as if it was going to be an easy lesson and part of her wanted to bolt from the room, but she’d come too far to give up now.
“Challenge me, Master.”
“Stand on the X to receive my pleasure.”
Brie shivered as she made her way to the brightly painted red X on the floor. The skin on her back tingled in anticipation, knowing the sensations she was about to experience.
“Hands up, slave.”
She lifted her arms and he secured her trembling wrists in the leather cuffs attached to overhanging chains. The clinking sound of the metal announced that there was no escape for her.
Brie heard the door open and a new pair of boots enter the room and make their way across the floor. She felt a commanding presence behind her, then heard a deep, smooth voice. “Is she ready for me?”
She stopped breathing. That old feeling of fear mixed with expectation washed over her. Was she ready for Baron?
“Undress her,” Master Anderson stated.
Brie felt Baron’s strong hands caress her small waist before he unzipped her skirt and pulled it down to the floor. She held her breath as his lips landed on her neck while he slipped off her lace panties.
Once she was naked, he wrapped his strong hands around her hip bones and pressed his hardening cock against her. “You will be well used tonight, kitten.”
Brie let out a ragged gasp when Baron bit down on her neck before releasing her.
She swayed on the chains, unsure whether she could handle the lesson the two Doms had planned for her. Baron moved her long hair forward so it swished against her erect nipples, while whispering in her ear, “I must make the path clear.”
She shivered when he moved away, knowing her skin would soon feel the fiery bite of Master Anderson’s bullwhip. Without meaning to, she whimpered.
“Are you scared, slave?”
It would be foolish to lie to her trainer, so she answered clearly, “I am, Master.”
She heard him warming up his muscles as he cracked the whip behind her. She unintentionally stiffened in response to the intimidating sound. “Relax…” he encouraged just as the whip flicked across her back, licking her skin with its light caress.
Brie had forgotten how sweet the bullwhip could be, and purred, closing her eyes to take in the gentle strokes supplied by
S he had been called to join Master Anderson in room eighteen. Although it was highly unusual to meet after school hours, Sir had assured her the lesson was essential if she wanted to graduate from the Center.
Brie had been working hard for nearly six weeks— nothing was going to stand in the way of her making it on Graduation Night. She hurried through the familiar hallways, awkwardly sprinting in her six-inch heels to make it to her class on time.
She opened the door and froze for a second. Master Anderson was tightly gripping his bullwhip. She’d already felt its bite at the Haven and didn’t want to relive the experience.
“Come in, young Brie.”
She walked hesitantly over the threshold and took off her blouse and bra with shaking fingers. She knelt down, putting her hands behind her back in the position Sir had instructed she take upon entering a room with a trainer.
Her heart rate shot up as she listened to his boots echoing in the large room as he approached. Master Anderson put his hand on her head and stated in a sultry voice, “Stand and serve me well, slave.”
Her stomach did a flip-flop on being called “slave”. She gracefully rocked off her heels and stood before him. “It would be my honor, Master Anderson.”
“You will call me only Master tonight.”
She bowed her head in acknowledgement of his command, but her heart fluttered. Calling him Master had a completely different feel to it, especially since she was to be his slave for the session.
“Master, what is the focus of tonight’s lesson?”
“We are going to test your willingness to please in the face of challenge.”
Brie sucked in her breath. This did not sound as if it was going to be an easy lesson and part of her wanted to bolt from the room, but she’d come too far to give up now.
“Challenge me, Master.”
“Stand on the X to receive my pleasure.”
Brie shivered as she made her way to the brightly painted red X on the floor. The skin on her back tingled in anticipation, knowing the sensations she was about to experience.
“Hands up, slave.”
She lifted her arms and he secured her trembling wrists in the leather cuffs attached to overhanging chains. The clinking sound of the metal announced that there was no escape for her.
Brie heard the door open and a new pair of boots enter the room and make their way across the floor. She felt a commanding presence behind her, then heard a deep, smooth voice. “Is she ready for me?”
She stopped breathing. That old feeling of fear mixed with expectation washed over her. Was she ready for Baron?
“Undress her,” Master Anderson stated.
Brie felt Baron’s strong hands caress her small waist before he unzipped her skirt and pulled it down to the floor. She held her breath as his lips landed on her neck while he slipped off her lace panties.
Once she was naked, he wrapped his strong hands around her hip bones and pressed his hardening cock against her. “You will be well used tonight, kitten.”
Brie let out a ragged gasp when Baron bit down on her neck before releasing her.
She swayed on the chains, unsure whether she could handle the lesson the two Doms had planned for her. Baron moved her long hair forward so it swished against her erect nipples, while whispering in her ear, “I must make the path clear.”
She shivered when he moved away, knowing her skin would soon feel the fiery bite of Master Anderson’s bullwhip. Without meaning to, she whimpered.
“Are you scared, slave?”
It would be foolish to lie to her trainer, so she answered clearly, “I am, Master.”
She heard him warming up his muscles as he cracked the whip behind her. She unintentionally stiffened in response to the intimidating sound. “Relax…” he encouraged just as the whip flicked across her back, licking her skin with its light caress.
Brie had forgotten how sweet the bullwhip could be, and purred, closing her eyes to take in the gentle strokes supplied by
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