Brie's Playlist #1
“Something for the Pain” by Redlight King
This song was a go-to for me throughout the
Brie series. It speaks to the allure of skillfully delivered pain to take away
the anguish when life gets too difficult to bear. I tended to think of Marquis
Gray when I listened to the lyrics—he started his special brand of “therapy” at
the tender young age of thirteen.
Excerpt from Brie Embraces the Heart of
Submission (Flogging Session with Marquis)
Lea quickly peeled off her clothes and
knelt down gracefully. While she was undressing, Marquis took off his shirt and
went to the table Brie had set up to pick out a flogger. He grabbed a large
black one. “First, we warm the skin.”
Lea nodded to signify her understanding.
Marquis swung the flogger slowly in a
sideways figure eight pattern, lightly slapping her back with the soothing
flogger. Brie knew the feel of it. It looked scary because of its size and many
tendrils, but it was made of supple leather that was actually soft to the
touch.
The sounds of light thudding and Lea’s
satisfied sighs filled the small room. Brie’s own skin tingled in wistful
anticipation. The thuds became louder as he increased the force of impact.
“Color, Lea.”
“Green, Marquis. It feels like a warm
massage.”
The Dom put down the large flogger after
several minutes, then picked up one that had fewer tendrils that were also
thinner in width. “Now that the skin is warm, I’ll increase the sensation.”
Brie noticed that Lea’s skin was lightly
blushed. She did a quick close-up so it would be apparent to the viewer.
When she pulled back, she caught Marquis in
graceful motion. He used fluid, solid strokes with the thinner, more
challenging flogger. He concentrated on the left side of Lea’s back and then
moved over to the right, always precise, aiming for the fleshier areas of her
skin.
“So beautiful,” he murmured under his
breath.
Brie saw Lea’s muscles stiffen and then
eventually relax as her body become accustomed to the more demanding strokes.
Her friend’s satisfied moans caused Brie to roll her eyes as a trickle of
wetness escaped her soaked panties. I really should have brought a towel…
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