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Question for Day 5: What is a characteristic that you share with Brie?
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Excerpt from Brie Learns the Art of Submission:
Her left foot slipped and she squeaked as she righted herself. She started up again, pushing harder against the walls with her legs so she wouldn’t be interrupted a second time. With one hand, she thrust the pseudo-phallus while she stimulated her clit with the other, all the while imagining Master Coen’s veiny cock taking her deeply as he ordered her to come.
Her legs started shaking and she whimpered audibly. So close, so close…
Brie heard the high-pitched voices of young women just outside the door. It was now or never. She mercilessly flicked her clit, pushing the brush deep inside. Her inner muscles clenched around it as the orgasm washed over her. “Master Coen!” she screamed.
She heard the door open, followed by giggling laughter. Brie ripped off her blindfold and plucked off the clothespins. Then she quickly gathered her materials and stuffed them in the shopping bags. She didn’t want to waste time putting on the corset, so she stuffed it in the bag as well. She threw on her coat, buttoned it up and then approached the camera, mouthing the words, “Thank you, Master,” before turning the record button off.
She was surprised when the phone immediately rumbled in her hand. Come back to the Center so you may be rewarded.
Brie hugged the phone to her chest before slipping it into her coat pocket. She could hear the girls chatting away by the sinks. Obviously, they wanted to see who had made such a fool of herself in a bathroom stall.
She realized she could choose to be embarrassed or not. Brie had just completed her first task for Master Coen and he had been pleased. That was enough for her. She smoothed out her hair and pinched her cheeks to give them a little more color.
Brie opened the door and looked at the girls with a half-smile. She said nothing as she set her bags down and washed her hands. She was slow and deliberate, consciously graceful with every move. She looked at the group of four women and smiled before she picked up her bags. She heard no laughter when she left, only silence. Brie beamed inside. And that is how it’s done.