The next day Brie was sore and aching, her mind going over the events of the previous night. Had she really lost all control? Had she really enjoyed it? She blushed as she remembered she had more than enjoyed it, she had reveled in it, gloried to his total possession.
As the thoughts went round and round in her head she wondered if this was what Callie had tried to explain to her. Just the thought of her was enough. Brie missed her horribly. Callie would be home soon. Brie could only think, not soon enough.
The days passed and Brie was conscious of Greg as never before. She knew when he walked into a room. He haunted her dreams. Her body ached for his touch. She knew she was in trouble, but for the life of her she couldn't get him out of her mind.
A few days later Brie found herself at Greg's office door. She reached up to knock and stopped. What was she doing? Had she gone out of her mind? Just as she convinced herself to leave, the door opened. Brie could only stare up into Greg's eyes helpless to speak.
Greg could see the need in Brie, knew she was helpless to fight her body and heart. He knew she still didn't understand what was happening. He wanted to be the one to teach her, to show her, to guide her. He knew that in the end she would be magnificent when she finally gave up control and realized she was submissive to her core. Greg pulled her into his office and shut the door behind her.
"What do you want Brianna?"
"I don't know." She whispered. "I don't know what I'm doing here." Brie pleaded with her eyes.
"Be at my house at eight tonight Brianna. Do not be late."
Brie walked out of the office and let out a breath she hadn't been aware of holding. Her emotions were a mass of butterflies fighting to free themselves of her body. She felt weak and her knees were shaking. She knew she would be at Greg's house that night. What she didn't know was why? Brie felt out of control something she had never been in her life. As alien as it was, it was also tinged with excitement.
As Brie pulled up to Greg's house that night, she again wondered at herself. Her body seemed to have a will of its own, and it wanted Greg. With a trembling hand she knocked on his door. He led her straight to his playroom.
"Take off your clothes slowly for me Brianna." Her hands reached up to do his bidding without her conscious thought. When she bent over to lower her panties down over her calves he told her, "once the panties are gone, spread your legs wide and hold on to your ankles."
Brie felt vulnerable and open, bent over and spread wide for his inspection. She felt his hands on her thighs, running over her heated skin as goose flesh broke out. She felt the wetness start in her sex, readying her body. His fingers roamed up over the bottom displayed so temptingly before him. He wanted to see it redden under the paddle, but not just yet.
Greg ran two fingers between her lips and felt the wetness saturate his invading digits. Moving further up he pinched her clit, causing Brie to gasp and jerk in surprise. He put a restraining hand on her hip. "You are not to move Brianna. I will explore your body to MY satisfaction. You want this. You don't understand it, but you want it. You want what I can give you. You need me to teach you, and I will." He lightly tapped on her clit and Brie could not hold back the cry that was only part pain. Greg noted the effect the slight slap had on Brie. Her juices were flowing freely.
"Stand up Brianna, keep your legs spread and clasp your hands behind your neck."
Greg watched the full breasts slightly bounce with her ragged breathing as they were proudly thrust forth in her new position. The nipples were very hard and engorged as her excitement built. He reached out to cup those breasts in his palms. He ran his thumbs over the peaks. Brie shivered at the pleasure that coursed through her body. His touch was doing things to her that none had ever done.
"I am going to do things to you Brianna. I am going to show you what you need and what you crave. I know what you desire, what is in your deepest heart even though you don't. I will teach you what it is to be owned. To belong to someone as never before, to serve as you need to serve, to be treasured for who you truly are."
"I'm scared. I have never felt like this before. You confuse me."
"I know this is all new to you. Trust me and let yourself go Brianna."
She started to shake her head and Greg held her still. He looked deep into her emerald eyes. "You will be mine. Accept it and let go. I will help you." He led her over to a corner of the room where a St. Andrews cross was set up. "Step up on the platform and raise your hands to the top of the cross." Brie did and watched as he strapped her wrists to the cross. Then she felt him spread her legs and strap her ankles to the bottom.
"Now I am going to blindfold you Brianna. This is to help you let go. You will need to reach out with your other senses." He felt the tremble that ran through her body as the blindfold lowered over her eyes. She could feel the warmth of his body as he pressed up against her back. "You are so beautiful Brianna, open and vulnerable to me." Greg was whispering in her ear, sending sparks of pleasure shooting down her spine.
"Your skin is so soft and pliant begging for my touch. Your breasts fill my hands to overflowing, the nipples hard and aching for my mouth to take them. Your ass begs to be spanked by my hand, turned to a delicious shade of pink. Your sweet, wet cunt waits to grip my cock like a silken glove. Your mouth begs to be kissed and filled with my cum."
As his voice flowed over Brie, she seemed to lose herself in his words. She could feel each part that he spoke of tingle and tighten, ache to be used as he described her body in detail. He stepped back and she felt cold. Suddenly warmth striped her back. Brie cried out as sensation ripped through her body. The flogger found its mark again and again as Brie strained in her bonds. Her body was on fire. Greg stopped and again pressed his body to hers.
