Whispered Promises

“Those were good times, weren’t they?”

She smiled and then giggled. “I’ll never forget the fun we had with your neighbor.”

Master Anderson threw back his head and laughed. “The look on her face when she caught us weeding—it was pure gold.”

Brie couldn’t stop grinning as she watched him work. He started the rice before slicing raw fish into impossibly thin and concise pieces. He was like a ballet artist in the way he moved about the kitchen, prepping for the scene.

Once all of it was assembled, he turned to her. “Are you ready, young Brie?”

She suddenly felt her nerves kick in as an image of kneeling before Holloway and eating out of his hand suddenly filled her mind.

“Take as much time as you need, darlin’,” Master Anderson replied.

His warm voice helped to calm her. Brie understood if she was ever going to free herself of the shackles Holloway had placed in her mind, she had to take this first step toward her freedom.

Standing up, Brie bowed her head in respect. “I’m ready, Master.”

“Do not be afraid to call out your safeword. I will not be offended. Triggers can happen at any moment, so you must acknowledge them whenever they crop up.”

She glanced up at him, vowing, “I promise to call ‘red’ if I need to.”

He clapped his hands together. “Excellent! Then I’m going to take a seat right here.” Grabbing a kitchen chair, he turned it backward, swung a leg over it, and sat down to face her. With a wicked grin, he commanded, “Strip for your Master.”

When Brie glanced at Sir’s closed door, a sense of peace came over her. This objectification challenge was a charming way to begin the healing process. Nyotaimori was a beautiful art form that had nuances of bondage because she had to stay completely still while Master Anderson laid out the pieces of sushi and nigiri all over her body.

With graceful movements, Brie slowly undressed the way she had been taught at the Training Center. She teased him with glances of bare skin before letting the pieces of clothing fall to the floor. Once she was fully naked, she bowed her head. “Would you like me to turn, Master?”

“Of course.”

Brie smiled while she slowly turned before him, blushing under Master Anderson’s intense gaze. Sir had shaved her pussy earlier that morning—a sexy interlude in itself—so she could be a blank canvas for Master Anderson’s creation.

Standing up, he held out his hand to her and commanded, “Come to me.”

Brie walked to him, then squeaked when he swept her into his arms and laid her on the marble island. Goosebumps rose on her skin the moment she made contact with the cold stone.

“I brought this pretty pillow for your head,” Master Anderson informed her, holding up a black silk pillow with a word stitched on it. “I prefer my exquisite platter to be comfortable.”

Brie lifted her head, and he nestled the pillow under it. Master Anderson then began adjusting her limbs, laying her arms to her sides. He straightened her legs next, spreading them a little so her pussy was slightly exposed.

Studying her body intently, he appeared to be mapping out the design he planned to create. Once he was satisfied, he told her, “You know the drill. Pick a spot on the ceiling and don’t move until I give you the command to.”

“Yes, Master.”

Brie stared up at the textured ceiling, finding a splotch that reminded her of a tiny violin. It brought her joy, and she was able to relax into the position she would have to hold for hours.

Master Anderson turned on the sound system, rocking the house with the deep, driving beat of dubstep. It took Brie back to the night the three of them had gone to the Beta Nightclub. Sir teased her mercilessly with the remote-controlled vibrator the entire evening, even while she danced with Master Anderson.

Although she kept her gaze obediently focused upward, Brie could see him out of the corner of her eyes. He was like a symphony conductor as he moved to the beat of the music, laying bamboo leaves over strategic areas on her body before filling them with the different sushi he had made. His touch was subtle, and Brie felt a thrill every time he added a new piece to her body.

As a finishing touch, Master Anderson cut the blossoms from the bouquet and placed them artfully on her body as floral accents, concentrating most of his effort between her legs.

When he was finished, Master Anderson turned off the music and stood back, stating proudly. “Damn, I think this is my best work yet!”

He got out his phone and hit record. Walking around her slowly, he spoke to the camera. “I call this art piece ‘The Blooming Vagina.’”

Brie struggled not to laugh. The last thing she needed was for him to catch it in a video when she had fought so hard to remain still this entire time.

After he was done videoing her, Master Anderson placed the camera above her head and hit play so she could see it. Despite the humorous name he’d given her, he had truly transformed her body into a thing of beauty.