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  She trembled listening to his directive. His words made her long to please him, to embrace her role as a plaything, to make him proud of her service.

  “What are you going to do for me tonight, Brie?” he asked, making her voice his command out loud for his benefit—and hers.

  She took a deep breath before replying, “I am going to please the Dominants with the same enthusiasm I reserve for you, Sir.”

  “Yes,” he growled seductively. “Hold nothing back. I expect a full account when I speak with you next.”

  Brie let out an uneasy sigh as she hung up.

  Would she truly be able to give herself over in both mind and body to fulfill Sir’s challenging command? For the first time since being collared, Brie was haunted by a sense of doubt.

  She was grateful for Mary. If there was anyone who could snap her into the proper frame of mind to play out her new role, it was Blonde Nemesis.

  Because so many subs were preparing for the dungeon event, Brie and Mary had to shower in the same stall together. Although Brie had seen Mary naked plenty of times, it was a little odd when they kept touching as they soaped up.

  It didn’t help things when Brie felt Mary’s hand on her pussy. “Be sure to lather up good there. It’s going to be used a lot tonight.”

  Brie smacked her hand away and pushed her out of the stall. Mary screamed and scrambled back in, pushing Brie up against the shower stall. “What the fuck, bitch?”

  “You freakin’ touched my snatch! I don’t remember giving you permission to touch it.”

  “Oh my God, Brie. It’s not like it’s the eighth wonder of the world. Hey, everyone, I touched Brie’s cooch, now I’m eternally blessed.”

  The subs in the other shower stalls started laughing hysterically.

  “Screw you, Mary.” Brie couldn’t help it; she joined in their laughter. “But for future reference, my sacred pussy is off-limits to the likes of you.”

  Mary rolled her eyes as she rubbed the bar of soap over her tanned breasts. The rest of their shared shower experience was performed in silence, but the two snuck amused looks at each other while the rest of the subs continued to break out in spontaneous giggles.

  As Brie toweled off, she glanced around and noticed that the other subs, both male and female, had perfect tans. Nude sunbathing seemed to be the norm at the commune and their even skin tone certainly made for an exceedingly pleasant look. Brie looked down at her swimsuit lines, realizing she would stand out among the others tonight, and she suddenly felt very vanilla.

  However, she knew that confidence was key as a submissive, so instead of seeing it as a liability, she decided to embrace her multi-shading. It made her unique, a rarity among the submissives here. She wasn’t one of them, which would make her more attractive to some of the Dominants.

  Brie still hadn’t gotten used to the fact that not one of the Doms had looked at her in a sexual way since she’d entered the commune. She understood why, but hadn’t realized until now how much she depended on that sexual tension to give her energy. Being a ghost was not freeing for her at all. On the contrary, it had proven to be completely exhausting.

  “Girls, as you know, this is Brie’s first time as a toy. Any advice for her?” Mary asked, in a show of unexpected of kindness.

  One of the girls answered, “Being a toy always takes me into subspace. There is just something about being treated roughly with no regard that’s a total turn-on for me.”

  “Yeah, I second that,” an older woman agreed. “I like the feeling of being used. You mean nothing to them in that moment, other than the hole you provide.”

  “That’s sexy to you?” Brie asked hesitantly.

  “Objectification is hot. Have you tried it?”

  “No…not really, but I was a platter once.” All of the submissives chuckled at her answer, and really, she couldn’t blame them.

  “A platter, huh? Well, you aren’t going to be experiencing platter action tonight, little girl,” a male chimed in, snapping his towel on Brie’s ass.

  Brie squealed and the group laughed again.

  “Enough of this racket,” Gannon barked, walking in on the group.

  For a fraction of a second, Brie almost covered herself with her hands, but resisted the urge when she noticed everyone standing to attention. She straightened her back and put her hands to her sides in an open and inviting manner.

  “The dungeon is nearly ready. Have yourself prepared to join me in five minutes.” He looked briefly at Brie, infusing her with a sense of responsibility and excitement. This wasn’t just about her experiencing objectification for her own benefit; her role tonight was to please the Doms of the commune who would partake of her.

  “You will be on the farthest end, Miss Bennett.”

  She nodded and looked at her feet, a feeling of exhilaration coursing through her for the first time. This was something she had never experienced—never dreamed of experiencing. In order to honor Sir’s command to give herself over to this with no reservations, she knew she had to change her state of mind.

  I am a submissive, my very nature is to serve, and I’m being asked to serve the Dominants of this commune. It is my pleasure to serve and please them. I will embrace my duty with an open mind and full heart. This is what my Master commands of me. This is his desire—and mine.

  Mary bumped her shoulder. “It’s time, girl. Hell, this may be the most exciting thing you ever do, Stinky Cheese.”

  The interior of the lodge had been completely altered. The long sectional couch in the middle was gone, replaced by all kinds of different play furniture from spanking benches, whipping posts and St Andrew’s crosses to wooden A-frames and cages. Some of the furniture Brie had never seen before, and could only guess at their use. There were also rows of tables with various tools spread out and areas specifically set aside for aftercare. Brie liked the light, airy, spacious feel of this particular dungeon environment.

  “You will proceed to the beds,” Gannon instructed, pointing to the row of beds lined against the farthest wall. Each one had an iron headboard, but these beds were thinner and covered in a plastic sheet. It was obvious their sole purpose was for fucking. Her stomach did a flip when she noticed the strands of red rope that had been placed on each bed. The last one—the one meant for her—also had a small table beside it, with lubricant and a variety of condoms laid out.

  Brie was grateful that Mary came up from behind and chose the bed beside hers. Doing this challenge was intimidating, but having a friend there, even Mary, gave her more confidence.

  The naked submissives each stood at the foot of a bed, hands behind their backs, legs spread apart, patiently waiting for their turn. Brie quickly followed suit. Naturally, Gannon started with the girl on the other end.

  Brie watched covertly as the sub was commanded to lie on the bed on her back with her head at the edge. Brie had to smile, it was the perfect height to offer oral stimulation. The girl’s wrists were secured to the legs of the bed. He then moved to the headboard and told her to spread her legs. With rapid movements, he tied her ankles to the metal headboard. Gannon returned to the end of the bed and gently smacked her cheek before leaving her. “Good girl…”

  The first toy was bound and ready for play.

  The King Returns

  Gannon moved on to the next submissive, who happened to be the male who had snapped Brie’s ass with a towel. He was ordered to lie on his back, with his wrists resting against the headboard. Gannon secured them tightly, then bound his ankles to the legs of the bed. Just that simple contact of being bound had the submissive’s cock rising to attention. Gannon slapped the sub’s masculine thigh before moving on.

  Each submissive was tied into a different position so that the Dominants would have their choice of play without having to remove or change the rope bindings.

  When Gannon finally reached Brie, she was quivering with nerves. This was it—she was about to become a Toy of the commune. There would be no turning back.

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sp; Unlike with the other submissives, Gannon talked to her before he began. “Are you prepared for this, Miss Bennett?”

  She nodded. “I am, Gannon.”

  “You will not be released from your bonds until the end of the play session. This is not only a test of your submissive nature, but your endurance. We do not choose our toys lightly. Consider this an extreme honor.”

  His words helped her to focus her on what was being asked of her, and she answered confidently, “I do, Gannon.”

  He pulled out a sash from his jeans pocket. “Turn.”

  Brie was surprised and wondered if she was being blindfolded because she was not a member of the commune. Thankfully, it gave her a sense of power, and she accepted the blindfold graciously.

  “On the bed, toy, with your knees under your torso.”

  She felt for the bed and settled down onto it, tucking her knees in, knowing the position lifted her buttocks at a pleasing angle to allow access to both her pussy and ass.

  Gannon took her left ankle and wrapped it several times in rope before securing it to the bed post. He bound the right next, spreading her out further for easier access. With exact movements that spoke of his years of experience, Master Gannon tied her wrists together, then pulled hard so that she was stretched out seductively, her cheek resting against the mattress as he secured her hands to the headboard.

  Gannon slapped her on the ass before he left. All the toys were now bound and ready for play…

  “Having fun yet?” Mary whispered.

  Brie smiled, purring, “Actually, yes. You know how I love the feel of rope.”

  Mary chuckled. “Yeah, you’re a total freak about it.”

  “So when will the Doms come to play?”

  “Not for another half-hour or so. Gannon wants the toys eager for the Doms attention.”

  “Shh,” one of the other subs cautioned.

  Brie understood that this forced waiting period had multiple purposes. It encouraged each submissive to reflect on what was about to happen. It also helped to put them in the right state of mind—as objects of pleasure, they were there solely to meet the Doms’ needs.

  For Brie, however, it went far deeper than that.

  This extra time allowed her to ponder how similar this was to her first night at the Submissive Training Center. To be under the power of a stranger was both unsettling and exhilarating.

  Just as she had the time she’d scened with Ms. Clark for the first time at the Center, she decided to imagine that each Dom who came to her that night was her Dominant, the one she’d willingly given her body and heart to. It made the connection meaningful to her, and would translate into a more pleasing exchange for them both.

  From the other side of the beds, she heard a distinctive and very familiar sound. The loud buzzing of a Magic Wand cut through the silence. Soon the moans of the first toy followed, announcing her orgasm.

  Brie whispered to Mary, “What’s going on?”

  “Gannon wants the toys eager and wet.”

  Brie listened to the erotic sounds as each sub orgasmed under the power of that wicked instrument, knowing her turn was soon coming.

  She stiffened when she felt a hand on her thigh and then the touch of the wand, but there was no escaping its merciless vibration or the immediate fire it incited.

  “Don’t fight it,” she was told.

  Brie willingly obeyed, and the juicy sound of her wet excitement joined the energetic hum. She cried out when her pussy pulsed in heated release.

  Nothing was said, but the Magic Wand stopped its naughty buzzing. With her wet clit still throbbing, she listened to the sounds of people making final adjustments to the playroom equipment, then all fell silent in the room.

  Her loins contracted in fearful pleasure. Soon the spacious room would be full of Dominants ready for play.

  Mary had explained that the Doms warmed up using the toys before the rest of the submissives were allowed to join the event. Releasing their needs on the toys helped the Dominants to concentrate fully on their BDSM scenes rather than their sexual urges. If at any point during the event they felt the need to release again, they could return to one of the many waiting toys.

  Mary had admitted that she preferred to be a playmate rather than a toy, but had bitten the bullet for Brie. It was little things like that which let Brie know Mary considered her a friend, no matter how much she denied it. Blonde Nemesis was not one to sacrifice for another.

  She whispered to Mary, “Thanks for doing this with me today.”

  “Hey, I wasn’t about to deny you your one chance to live.”

  The sound of low, male voices and the sultry pitch of females filled the massive room as the Dominants entered the dungeon.

  “Welcome to the Dungeon, my fellow Dominants,” Master Gannon announced. “The Toys Station has been primed and is ready for use.”

  Brie felt a moment of panic, but Tono’s gentle command resonated in her mind and she slowed her breathing, calming herself. This was not an experience Sir wanted her to ‘survive’, this was something he expected her to enjoy and learn from.

  “Well, well, are you already hard again, toy?” a Domme asked down the line. Brie heard the sound of slapping and the primal grunts of the sub. Her pussy pulsated in response to their erotic exchange.

  Soon the sounds of grunting, creaking beds, and moans filled the dungeon. Yet both Mary and Brie remained untaken.

  How humiliating would it be if she was not chosen the entire event?

  “I knew you would be waiting for me,” a gravelly voice stated arrogantly, sending chills down Brie’s spine. She breathed an audible sigh of relief when it was Mary, not she, whom Razor chose to play with.

  Mary cried out and Brie heard, “I am going to treat you like the slut you are.” Mary purred encouragingly to the Dom. The sound of slapping skin and whimpers ensued. Brie lay there helplessly, listening to the Doms and Dommes enjoying the other toys. After a while, she resigned herself to that fact she was only going to be a forgotten observer.

  Then the steady footsteps of a man in boots approached her bed, the smell of his unfamiliar, musky cologne surrounding her. Brie’s breaths came in rapid gasps as she gave in to her role.

  This is it…

  She experienced a moment of disappointment and partial relief when he moved away. However, it wasn’t long before the footsteps returned. She gasped when she felt the touch of a wooden paddle on her ass. He caressed her skin for several moments before he lifted the instrument from her. She bit her lip, waiting for the impact.

  It came down hard, harder than she was used to, and she yelped in surprise from the sting of it. Several of the Doms beside her chuckled, causing Brie to clam up. The last thing she wanted was to make a poor impression.

  The paddle came down again and she grunted, her ass burning from the contact. He continued to rain down a volley of swats. Brie whimpered quietly, willing it to end. When he finally stopped, he began caressing her ass with the paddle again.

  Brie let out a sigh, appreciative that the pain quickly dissipated into a warm ache in her loins. She could tell the man playing with her was a skilled Dom, and it helped to ease her fear when he started up again.

  Tears soaked her blindfold, but she did not cry out. When he stopped the second time, she heard him place the paddle on the table beside her. As she lay there trembling, She heard him unzip his pants. It was soon followed by the slight crinkle of the wrapper as he took out a condom.

  There was a moment of anxiety—and Brie almost called her safeword—but she couldn’t deny that she was excited by the slippery sound of lubricant being slathered over a hard cock, and her body pulsed with the need to be filled by it.

  The Dom moved to the edge of the bed and pressed his shaft against the valley between her ass cheeks. Brie let out a soft whimper of surrender, but when his hands glided over her skin, she felt an unexpected electrical jolt.

  “Sir?” she whispered.

  He leaned down and growled int
o her ear. “No, I am your Khan, and you are my final virgin for the evening.”

  She shivered in pleasure as it dawned on her that this was his version of her journal fantasy: all the subs tied up waiting to be taken just like the virgins in her story, the giving of herself to a stranger, the King—or in her case—her Khan.

  Brie kept in character, receiving his caresses as if they were from her sovereign Lord, but truly there was no need for her to roleplay. His unexpected visit had her on an emotional high that she couldn’t contain.

  She knew he would be rough with her, because that had been her fantasy, and oh, how she wanted to be used by her King. This environment was the perfect set up.

  “I desire to claim this pink little ass,” he said, chuckling arrogantly as he slapped her buttocks. She was taken by surprise when he stuffed her mouth with a cloth. “But I don’t want to hear your screams when I fuck your virginal ass.”

  He positioned his cock against her anus and plunged in without any warning, letting her know he was taking his role as Khan very seriously. She groaned into the cloth, forcing her body to accept the full length of him. He pushed her face down into the mattress as he thrust deeper and harder, grunting with effort.

  Brie’s ass was on fire. He fisted her hair and pulled her head back, challenging her body with his rough handling. She panted into the dry cloth, surprised by the force and fierceness of his claiming but reveling in the first flutterings of subspace. She moaned when he let go of her, clutching her waist to thrust at a new, more demanding angle.

  Reality blurred as she became focused solely on his royal shaft. Every part of her was concentrated on the fiery buildup he was creating as he pounded her without mercy.

  So this is what it feels like to be possessed by a king…

  Just when she felt she was on the precipice, he pulled out. Brie whimpered, suddenly feeling lost and desperate. He removed the cloth from her mouth and growled into her ear, “But I do want to hear your screams when I fill you with my seed, girl.”