Brie's Playlist #5
"Safe and Sound" by Capital Cities
This is totally Brie! Her love and trust of
Sir is unwavering. Even though several challenges face the couple, she truly
believes they can survive anything together. I love the lyrics “Even if we are
six feet underground, I know that we will be safe and sound…” That expressing
exactly how she feels.
Excerpt from Brie Embraces the Heart of
Submission (Brie is Treated to a new Challenge):
“Brie, this is going to be a positive
experience. There is no need to fear me.”
She swallowed hard, whispering, “The belts
frighten me, Sir. I’m not sure why.”
He slid the privacy partition closed,
stating, “Then this is a necessary lesson, Brie.”
Her heart began to race as he ordered,
“Take off everything, including your panties, but leave the skirt on.”
She undressed and felt her nipples grow
hard. Out of fear or exhilaration? She couldn’t tell.
Sir adjusted the seat so that it leaned
back at a forty-five degree angle. “Kneel on the chair, ankles at the edge,
wrists resting against each armrest.”
There was a mirror on the back wall. It
faced a similar mirror above the TV screen on the opposite side. Not only did
it give the small area a sense of more openness, it also allowed her to look at
herself and gave her a limited view of Sir.
He picked up the first belt. Brie expected
that he would fold it in half to spank her with it. Instead, he knelt down and
secured her right ankle to the chair.
Brie looked into the mirror and smiled. Belts
as restraints!
She glanced down to watch as he belted her
ankle into place. These belts were specially modified, with holes created just
for this purpose. It made her wet to think of Sir altering the belts as he
contemplated how he would use them on her.
He was quick to belt her other ankle and
both wrists. The fifth belt went around her waist. Brie was unsure of its
purpose, but the possessive feel of having his belt cinched around her made her
loins hot.
When he picked up the sixth belt, she
noticed it was wider than the others. Brie bit her lip as he placed the belt
around her neck and tightened it. It was loose enough to feel comfortable, but
restrictive enough to keep her aware of its presence.
She looked in the mirror and saw Sir’s
reflection staring back at her. She was covered in Master’s belts. It was an
erotic feeling, being bound by Sir like this.
“Who are you?”
“Téa.”
“Who owns you?”
“You do, Master.”
Sir undid his tie and rolled up his
sleeves. Keeping eye contact with her, he unbuckled the belt around his waist
and slowly pulled it out of the belt loops. Brie let out a tiny gasp, her
helplessness and fear somehow accumulating into something deliciously
thrilling.
“Not a sound,” he commanded as he lifted
her skirt.
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