On the Ninth Day of Christmas, Red Phoenix Gave to Me...

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On the ninth day of Christmas I am gifting an awesome key chain. Everywhere you drive, you can announce the humor of "I googled it, Sir" and see who responds. I am including the scene when Brie finds out what it's like to 'play' with Master.

Question for Day 9: If you could take control, what would you do with your partner?

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Excerpt from Brie Embraces the Heart of Submission: 

Brie felt butterflies as she took the blindfold from him. “I get to be in control, Sir?”

“Yes, téa.”

She looked up at her Master and asked, “Why?”

“As a Dominant, it is crucial to experience submission to understand the psychology behind the dynamic. I believe that for a submissive, it is equally important to understand the role of the Dominant.”

She glanced at the blindfold in her hand, her loins stirring at the thought.

Sir continued, “I am curious what you have learned and how you will use that knowledge tonight.”

Brie said confidently, “I have had only the best teachers, Sir. I am positive you will enjoy the experience.”

He leaned over and stroked her mound as he growled into her ear, “Dominate me.”

She groaned, her pussy moistening his fingers with her excitement. Brie pulled away and smiled wickedly as she gave her first instructions. “Remove your shirt and belt, as well as your socks and shoes. Lay them beside the chair neatly and kneel before me.”

He kept his eyes on her as he slowly followed her commands. She felt her stomach flutter when he lowered himself to the floor. Brie bit her lip as she put the silk blindfold over his eyes and tied it securely behind his head. She stepped back to admire this new view of her Master. He looked so manly and vulnerable, kneeling down before her with his naked chest and black blindfold.

“Ah, the allure of the unknown. Where will I touch you?” she purred.

A smile played across his lips. It pleased her greatly that he remembered that he’d used those words on her right after the collaring ceremony.

“I want you to lie on the Tantra chair, Sir, hands above your head.”

“On my back or stomach, téa?”

She’d forgotten to be specific in her instructions. “On your back, Sir.”

He stood up and felt for the lounger, lying down on it with masculine grace.

Brie bit her lip. Where to begin?

She picked up the gold cuffs Rytsar had given her. Would he have ever expected they would be used in this way?

Probably not… 

Brie grinned as she moved to the head of the Tantra chair, feeling incredibly wicked as she got ready to bind her Master. Brie’s heart raced as she tightened each cuff around one of his wrists. She watched him open and close his fists, getting used to the restriction. It was an unexpected turn-on for her.

Moving back to stand beside him, she carefully straddled the chair so that her pussy hovered just above his cock. “Don’t move, Sir…” she commanded before her lips landed on his hairy chest. She left a trail of kisses across his muscled torso, ending with a lick of his right nipple.

But his lips were irresistible, so she kissed her way up to them and claimed them for her own. She started off with light butterfly kisses and then nibbled on his bottom lip. His deep, passionate kisses called to her…but in true Dominant form, she denied her own pleasure to intensify his and pulled away.

“I know what I want,” she announced. Brie left the chair and went to the kitchen to get a large strawberry from the pantry. The thought of feeding it to Sir made her quiver inside.

Brie returned and straddled him again, this time pressing herself against his hardening cock. “Open your mouth, Sir.”

He did so immediately.

Such a good Master… she thought, warming up to her new role.

 

On the Eighth Day of Christmas, Red Phoenix Gave to Me...

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On this eighth day of Christmas I am presenting one of my fans with a sexy looking 'Master' shot glass (white on the outside and black on the inside). Just think, you can take a shot of vodka on a cold winter's night, imagining all the wonderful possibilities... For added fun I am including the scene with Rytsar, Master, Brie AND vodka! ;)

Question for Day 8: What is your drink of choice to keep warm on cold nights?

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Excerpt from Brie Embraces the Heart of Submission:
  

It was just as much of a struggle as the first time, but she drank it all without any help. Afterwards, she took a big bite of the salty pickle and grinned at both men.

“You are now an honorary Russian,” Rytsar proclaimed, giving her a spirited pat on the back that sent her tumbling into Sir’s arms.

“Had enough?” her Master asked.

It took a few seconds to formulate the correct answer with all the warm yumminess coursing through her. “If it pleases you, Sir.”

He put her glass down and answered, “It does, téa. I think you’ve had enough.” He gave his own glass back to Rytsar. “I, however, would like another.”

Rytsar gladly filled it up. “My turn for the toast.”

Sir nodded with a grin. “You are the host.”

Brie had expected to hear a witty insult. Instead Rytsar said, “To you, moy droog. You have seen me through great troubles.”

Sir’s face suddenly became solemn. “Same here, my friend.” The men clinked glasses and downed their drinks, giving each other a heartfelt embrace afterwards. It was the most vulnerable Brie had seen Sir, other than with her. In that moment, she understood how close the two really were—like brothers.

Rytsar cleared his throat afterwards. “One more?” he asked, holding up the vodka bottle.

“No. I need to remain clear-headed,” Sir replied.

Rather than giving Sir a hard time, Rytsar nodded and poured himself a drink, then downed it easily. He gave a satisfied sigh and smiled at Brie. “Nothing like vodka to open up the soul.”

Brie giggled, flying on the warm cloud that was consuming her from the inside out.

“Come, Brie,” Sir commanded. She looked over to see him sitting on the couch with his legs spread open.

As she approached Sir, she asked, “How would you like me, Master?”

He patted the area next to him. She giggled, finding it funny that he didn’t want her between his legs. She gracefully sat down next to her Master. Sir told her to lay her head on his lap, and he began stroking her hair.

Rytsar joined them, sitting on the other side of Sir. He sighed loudly after he’d sat down. “I will miss you, peasant. It has been good to have you in my homeland.”

Sir continued petting Brie’s hair as he spoke. Tingles of electricity ran down her spine as his deep voice rumbled. “It is a shame it must end, Durov. This has reminded me of old times.”

Rytsar chuckled. “Da.”

Brie closed her eyes and fell into the pleasant warmth of the vodka and the soothing feel of Sir’s touch.

Her Master continued, “I can’t imagine why I waited so long to visit.”

“It’s all right, idiot.”

Brie giggled on Sir’s lap. They definitely sounded like brothers.

“Did your sub just disrespect me?” Rytsar asked.

“I’m not sure.” Sir lifted her chin. “Did you just disrespect my longtime friend, téa?”

Brie looked at him and smiled. “No, Sir. I respect your friend very much.”

He smiled and cradled her face. “I suspected as much.”

Rytsar huffed. “If giggling is a sign of respect, I need another drink.” He got up and poured himself an additional glass.

The warm feeling coursing through Brie must have been coursing through Sir, because he suddenly changed positions, pulling her up and kissing her forcibly on the lips. “Undo my pants and grind on me,” he growled huskily.

On the Seventh Day of Christmas, Red Phoenix Gave to Me...

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On this romantic seventh day of Christmas I am offering the condor ornament! It is an heirloom quality piece made of metal that will grace your tree and remind you of the power of 'Condor Love'. As an added bonus I am including the scene where Brie declares her condor love for Master.

  Task for Day 7: The holiday season is all about showing love to your fellow man. Do a random act of kindness today and record it in the comments below.

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Excerpt from Brie Embraces the Heart of Submission:
 

The drive home was agreeably quiet. Sir seemed as satisfied by the night’s events as she was. It pleased Brie that he had openly acknowledged his feelings for her in front of Marquis. Although Sir hadn’t used the L word, the meaning was the same. She assumed it was a big step for him.

The night still had one pleasant surprise left. After they returned to the apartment, Sir told her to work on editing her film while he polished a presentation he was to give the next day.

They sat on the couch beside each other with their computers. It was so pleasant and sweet that Brie decided to google something she’d been curious about. Sir had once told her that he was a condor, and said it with such tenderness that she knew it held significance to him. She typed in the word ‘condor’.

Brie glanced over the stats of the bird, noting that she had been right. They were a type of vulture—not sexy in the least. However, the California condor was the largest bird in North America. It wasn’t until she got to the behavior of the creature that she finally grasped Sir’s meaning. She was surprised to learn the birds lived to be incredibly old—like fifty to sixty years—and the males waited until they were sexually mature before picking a female. Her heart skipped a beat when she read the words, ‘condors mate for life’. That was what he’d meant!

‘I’m a condor’ had to be the most romantic thing she’d ever heard.

She glanced at Sir, hardly able to contain her joy.

He looked up from his screen and smiled. “What?”

“You’re a condor, Sir.”

He raised his eyebrow. “Yes, I am.”

She smiled shyly. “I’m a condor, too.”