Brie's Playlist #3
"You are Mine" by Mute Math
Faelan’s obession of Brie becomes an
all-encompassing need so great that it even infiltrates Brie’s dreams. He cannot
accept her final choice of Master at her
graduation and begins his pursuit of her outside the Center—despite the collar
around her neck. “You are Mine” perfectly describes his mindset.
Excerpt from Brie Embraces the Heart of
Submission (Brie Dreams of Serving Faelan):
He handed her a note, and then left her on
the dance floor alone. She opened the red envelope and read the words: Meet your
Master in the library.
Brie
kissed it, then fairly skipped off the dance floor, thrilled by his summons.
She sauntered down the large hallway and took a deep breath before opening the
large wooden door of the library.
The room was dark except for the crackling
fire burning brightly on the opposite side of the room. The light of the flames
glimmered off the covers of thousands of books lining the walls, and
silhouetted the high-backed chairs and the table positioned near the fireplace.
Brie did not see anyone in the room, but
shut the door quietly and headed towards the fire, intoxicated by the unknown.
“Stop.”
She held herself still, melting at the
sound of his voice. Two figures appeared from the shadows—a man wearing a
crimson mask, and another with a black mask that complemented his silver hair.
“We are going to play a game, pet.”
Brie’s heart skipped a beat. His games
always proved challenging. “Yes, Master.”
The gentleman in the dark mask sat down
while her Master moved up behind Brie. His warm breath tickled her neck. “But
first, I must undress you.”
She felt his hands at the back of her neck
as he unzipped her dress and let it pool at her feet. She had been instructed
not to wear a bra or panties, so she stood naked except for her high heels
before the two men.
“She has lovely breasts,” she heard the
stranger say.
“That’s not all that is lovely about her,”
her Master answered, slipping his hand between her legs. She felt his middle
finger press into her, causing her to moan softly.
He growled in her ear. “The rules of the
game are simple. He watches and directs. You do as he says.”
Brie nodded in understanding, goosebumps
covering her skin despite the warmth of the fireplace. What will be asked of
me?
“I want her bound to the table.”
Brie looked at the table and noticed for
the first time the glint of metal.
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