Visiting the Center
Brie stared at Sir as the first of the sun’s rays flooded through the window. His face took on an almost boyish quality while he slept. It was sexy and so incredibly sweet. She was tempted to gently caress his cheek, but Sir must have sensed her inclination because he opened his eyes.
Brie gasped softly, her whole body quivering.
“Morning, téa.”
She broke out into a shy smile. “Good morning, Master.”
“Waking up to your beautiful face has moved me.” He threw back the covers so she could admire his hard awakening. “Service me.”
Her smile grew wider as she crawled between Sir’s legs and took him into her mouth. Brie lavished her love with an eager tongue, swirling around his smooth head before sucking lightly to bring added pleasure. She moaned when he fisted her long hair and began guiding her with his hand. Did Sir know it melted her insides when he did that?
“I love starting the morning with your pink lips wrapped around my cock.”
She looked up at Sir as she continued to suck his handsome manhood. He pushed her down deeper on his shaft and she gladly took its fullness, letting the head of his cock slip down her throat.
“Oh yes,” he growled.
Her muffled moan expressed the pleasure she felt from being his. Sir was not rough, but always demanding. He had a way of using her for his own gratification, but making her feel completely cherished in the process.
Brie’s pussy pulsed of its own accord in response to his pleasure. When he released deep in her throat there was a significant exchange of power : his male dominance over her, and her total submission to him—balance. It was the perfect way to start the day.
Afterwards, Brie laid her head on his thigh and looked up at him lovingly. Sir stroked her hair with a contented look on his face. “Tonight we shall visit the Center. I hope you are ready for what I have planned.”
Her loins contracted with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
****
Brie spent the day at the tobacco shop showing the two newest employees the ropes. It looked like Mr. Reynolds had at least one good worker. The niece was a whiny little thing, complaining constantly and texting her friends instead of listening. Brie knew Laurel would be nothing but a pain for her soon-to-be ex-boss, a perfect replacement for Jeff. However, the nephew was acceptable. Mike was a quick study and showed respect towards Mr. Reynolds. Brie was tempted to tell Mr. Reynolds to fire the girl and only keep the boy, but her boss had no real control over the hiring at the shop.
When she arrived home, she was surprised to find that her entire apartment had been moved into the spare bedroom and the large room was now completely stacked with boxes and cheap furniture. Upon entering Sir’s bedroom, she noticed her old uniform laid out on the bed. It was exactly the same: the dark brown miniskirt and leather corset, as well as the six-inch heels. However, the crotchless pantyhose had been replaced with lace garters and silk thigh-highs. The thong was noticeably missing.
She picked up the card that was lying on the bed and read his note:
Had your belongings moved. We will discuss placement later.
Dress in your uniform and wait for me at the door.
Brie dutifully dressed, feeling nostalgic as she tightened the laces of the corset and slipped on the fuck-me heels. She took a quick peek at herself in the mirror before leaving the bedroom, looking herself over critically.
Would people confuse her for a trainee at the Center because of the outfit? She turned her head from side to side and twirled slowly, staring at her reflection. The garters and new hose were a sexy touch, giving her a more refined look. The collar certainly helped state her position, but she still felt very much like a trainee in the outfit. Was that Sir’s point?
She settled down before the door and waited for her Master to come. Exactly at six, she heard the key in the lock.
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