It was with great effort that Brie switched gears, her head still swimming with the knowledge that Rytsar and Sir had a rich history she knew little about. She hoped the Russian would be more forthcoming about their past once she got him alone.
Brie grabbed a pad and pencil from the nightstand and snuggled up to Sir, grateful to have this quiet time together. The fact he enjoyed her presence as much as she enjoyed his was of great comfort to her.
Wicked Sadist
Rytsar was raring to show off his skills for the camera, and wasted no time once he had awakened from his nap. Brie shared her ideas for the scene, but he disagreed.
“No, we start with something simple. It is always best to start that way.”
She shrugged. “You’re the expert, but I had hoped for footage that people wouldn’t be able to stop talking about.”
He smiled confidently. “No need to fret, radost moya.”
His guard, Titov, escorted Brie into the vehicle and then loaded all of her equipment, while Rytsar called to make the necessary arrangements with two of his subs. Brie was taken to an apartment on the other side of Moscow.
“One of my girls is setting up the scene at my old apartment so we can begin immediately,” he informed her.
“Great,” Brie answered, forcing herself to calm the nerves that had started. She wondered how she would handle watching Rytsar from behind the camera lens. This was a first for both of them.
His sub met them at the door and bowed low at Rytsar’s feet. Without verbally greeting her, he touched the sub on the head on his way in as acknowledgement, then began barking commands. The older woman rocked off her heels and quietly closed the door before responding to his numerous requests.
Brie looked around the apartment, noting how small but comfortable it was, with female touches such as flowers on the kitchen table, frilly pillows on the couch and paintings of animals on the walls. Not Rytsar’s tastes at all. She wondered if this was a ‘perk’ to being one of Rytsar’s preferred subs.
While the sub busied herself with last-minute details, Brie got out her equipment and starting positioning the reflectors. Rytsar disappeared into the bedroom, leaving the women to their respective jobs. They worked together in silence, but Brie was struck by how comfortable she felt in the presence of the woman, despite their language, age and fetish differences. His submissive seemed almost regal in the way she held herself, but there was no arrogance radiating from her. Rytsar certainly had good taste in women.
The Russian Dom came out a short time later, dressed only in brown leather pants and dark boots. Brie had to admit the dragon tattoo stood out prominently on his left shoulder, only adding to his sex appeal. She was convinced the audience would love him.
When the doorbell rang, Rytsar turned to Brie. “Start filming. Say nothing, just observe what I do. I will explain as I go.”
Brie nodded, her heart racing as he opened the door to a young, petite woman. The first thing Brie noticed was her stunning crystal-blue eyes and sensually arched eyebrows. The girl looked to be the same age as Brie, a sharp contrast to the other sub in the room.
Rytsar invited her inside, speaking in Russian. The two seemed to have a casual vanilla conversation as she undressed down to her underwear in front of him. He wasn’t even looking at her as they spoke, because he was too busy preparing his instruments for the scene.
The way they interacted was so relaxed that Brie imagined they were talking about the weather or some equally mundane topic. She got so caught up in listening to the lilt of their conversation that she was caught off-guard when the girl suddenly bowed and he directed his other sub to grab her wrists.
What had started out as vanilla and routine quickly took on a kinky tone, as the new girl was forced onto her feet and dragged to the St. Andrew’s cross in the corner of the room. Rytsar explained to Brie, “She does not care for other women, and wishes I would bind her to the cross myself.” His smile was dangerously charming when he added, “However…I prefer to see her challenged. She needs to be reminded who’s in control.”
Rytsar walked up to the girl and spoke to her in English, although it was obvious from her blank reaction that the sub couldn’t understand a word he’d said. It reminded Brie of her first encounter with Rytsar when he’d only spoken to her in Russian—adding an element of mystery and intrigue to their initial scene together.
Brie could appreciate how it was adding to this sub’s experience. Being filmed by an American she didn’t know while her Master spoke to her in that foreign language—it was the stuff fantasies were made of.
Rytsar smiled at the girl as he murmured tenderly, “Ksana, you and I have a unique relationship. Your extremely low tolerance for pain makes our scenes together far too short, and yet…unbearably sweet.”
The other submissive barked a command and the girl obediently lifted her arm to be secured to the cross.
Rytsar told Brie, “It turns me on to watch her willingly give herself over to my submissive, despite her inner objection, simply because ksana knows it pleases me.”
He walked around the cross, taking in the erotic scene of the nearly naked submissive being bound to the wooden cross by another of his women. Brie could appreciate the sensual power play this was for the Dom. He certainly knew how to push boundaries while still making his submissive hungry to please him. Brie had experienced it herself, and was inspired by the sexual confidence he was showing now.
Rytsar explained, “Whereas ksana has a low tolerance for pain, Dessa has a very high tolerance. It allows me to release my passion without fear of harming her. In fact, Dessa and I can play for hours. Can’t we, my sweet?” he stated proudly, caressing the older woman’s cheek. “Lift your dress so they can admire our last play session.”
Unlike the girl, this sub understood English, and stopped the binding process to lift her dress above her head. She turned her back to the camera to show off her marks.
Brie had to hold in her gasp as she focused the camera’s lens on the dark red marks covering the woman’s shoulders and curvaceous buttocks. Just seeing them caused goosebumps on Brie’s skin.
“Aren’t they beautiful?” Rytsar stated affectionately, lightly caressing the marks he’d left during a previous session.
Dessa smiled at Rytsar after pulling down her dress, and he kissed her tenderly before leaving her to return to her task of binding the girl.
Rytsar approached ksana with a ball gag in his hand. “You will be screaming, slave, and we don’t want to disturb our neighbors.” He lifted the large rubber ball to her mouth. “Open.”
The girl didn’t have to understand English to know what he wanted. She opened her beautiful pink lips and accepted the gag, her chest rising and falling rapidly as he secured it around her head.
Rytsar turned to Brie. “She’s scared. She knows I will hurt her today, and yet she cannot resist the craving. It is…intoxicating for us both.”
He stood back to admire her. The girl’s nipples were hard, indicating both her fear and anticipation. “You look exquisite bound to my cross, as you wait for my pleasure.”
Rytsar left her to pick up an instrument Brie had never seen before. The long, thin wand was red and triangular-like in shape, but she had no idea what it was used for. As soon as the submissive saw it, however, she started whimpering, struggling against her bonds as tears formed in her eyes.
Brie noticed that the girl’s eyes were riveted to the tool when he turned it on. Rytsar caressed the girl’s wet cheek with his other hand. “Yes, you remember this wand well, don’t you?”
He shared with Brie, “I allowed her to experience the jolt of the device last time we met, and she didn’t care for it.” He smiled, turning back to the girl and crooning softly, “Did you, pet?”
The girl shook like a leaf when he brought the tool near her face. She turned her head away, but her eyes remained locked on the tool.
Brie almost felt sorry for her, but reminded herself that ksana had come here to play, k
nowing full well Rytsar’s brand of kink. She figured there must be some addictive aspect to the pain that this girl responded to. Why else would she choose not to end the scene when she was obviously terrified?
The Russian stroked ksana’s cheek again and murmured, “She doesn’t know it yet, but she will press her breast into it of her own free will today.”
The girl whimpered in relief when he turned it off and put the instrument down, replacing it with the Magic Wand.
Brie felt her loins tingle pleasantly seeing the stimulating vibrator in his hand. The girl visibly relaxed as Rytsar knelt on one knee and placed the wand against her lacy panties, pressing it against her pussy. He looked up at his sub and said something in Russian.
The girl nodded.
Rytsar informed Brie, “I explained to ksana that when she orgasms, it will signify her permission for me to continue with the other tool.”
Brie licked her lips, now deliciously nervous for the girl. When Rytsar turned on the Magic Wand, its loud buzzing called to Brie. She sighed to herself, wishing she could partake in its wicked vibration.
Ksana closed her eyes, determined to resist the intense tool, but there was no escaping the vibrations, bound as she was. Rytsar growled seductively, saying aloud, “You cannot stop what is about to happen, pet. Fight all you want, but you will come for me, and when you do, I will ask you to press your sensitive nipple against the electric prod.”
The girl whimpered when Rytsar turned the Magic Wand to the higher setting. She threw her head back, moaning as she fought against the building orgasm.
Rytsar grunted in satisfaction when her thighs began to quiver, and he said proudly, “See how she fights it? She knows that intense pain will follow her pleasure and it terrifies her, yet she is unwilling to prevent it.”
All three watched silently as the girl shook her head, trying to stave off her impending orgasm. Her body became drenched in sweat from the effort as her thighs shook with more violence.
Rytsar boasted, “She’s stubborn and I admire her for that. Fear of pain is a powerful motivator, but it also causes the orgasms to be that much more intense.”
Brie was impressed by the girl’s tenacity. There was no way she could have lasted as long under the relentless vibration of the Wand on its highest speed. Finally, there was a deep groan from the young sub as her body tensed for an orgasm that could not be denied.
Rytsar stared at the girl’s mound with uninhibited lust.
Her cries were muffled by the large ball gag as she stiffened, just before a gush of juices soaked her panties and Rytsar’s hand with her powerful climax. It was damn sexy to watch.
Afterwards, he stood up and picked up his wicked tool, turning it on. The girl started whimpering again.
“You know what you must do.”
She stared at the tool, tears falling freely.
He put the instrument near ksana’s left breast, her nipple poking through the thin material of her bra. Rytsar nodded his head towards it and smiled encouragingly to her.
The girl hesitated before lifting her shoulder so that her tender nipple came into contact with the end of the tool. Her muffled scream stirred something in Brie.
“Again,” he told her, moving the device to her other breast.
The girl pleaded with her eyes, shaking her head, but Rytsar was silent as he waited patiently for her to comply.
The sub gulped between sobs as she slowly brought her right nipple into contact with the electricity.
“Good girl,” Rytsar praised when her muted scream filled the apartment. He immediately turned off the device and grabbed her throat, biting her neck passionately. The girl seemed to melt into him, her tears suddenly forgotten.
“Turn off the camera, radost moya.”
Brie pressed the off button as Rytsar took off the ball gag, wiping the excess spittle from ksana’s mouth before bending down and releasing her ankles. He unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his hard shaft.
With her wrists still bound to the cross, he lifted her knees to her chest, then pushed aside the lacy material of her thong.
Holding her in that position, Rytsar penetrated her dripping-wet pussy. They both cried out in pleasure as he sank his cock deep into her and began thrusting. He growled something into her ear as he pounded the girl with a vengeance, his muscles churning from effort as he fucked her.
Good lord, that’s how he looks when he takes me, Brie thought to herself.
She found it too erotic to watch, so Brie shifted her gaze towards the kitchen and thought of omelets…
The Lake
Rytsar drove with Brie to the cabin the next morning. It was difficult to leave Sir behind, the only consolation being that he would join them as soon as his meetings were finished.
“Be good, babygirl.”
“I don’t think I’m the one you have to worry about, Sir.”
He chuckled and pulled her to him. “I’d trust that man with my life.”
She stood on tiptoes and kissed her Master gently on the lips. “If you trust him, then I trust him.”
“That isn’t to say I didn’t set strict parameters for Durov. I may trust him, but I’m not an idiot.”
“I disagree,” Rytsar stated, coming up behind them and slapping Sir hard on the back. “Based on your extensive list, there is little trust between you and I.”
Sir laughed. “I relish the idea of you struggling to meet your needs under the confines of my limits.”
“You are no friend.”
Sir looked down at Brie. “I want you to be open to his lessons, téa. He is not your Master in my absence, but I have given him permission to train you.”
Brie’s stomach did a flip. “I will do my best to learn, Master.”
Sir played with the collar around her neck. “Be true to yourself—it’s all I ask.”
Tears filled her eyes. “I love you.”
He kissed her, drawing out the tenderness of the connection before letting her go. “Until we meet again…”
Rytsar was unusually quiet on the drive up to the cabin. She wasn’t sure if he was contemplating the days ahead or if he was preoccupied by the loss of his familial home. Either way, she wanted him to know she was there as support. She did not stare out of the window but sat quietly, her eyes on her lap but her focus completely on Rytsar.
He cleared his throat and took her hand, placing it on his muscular thigh. There was no other contact made and no words shared, but that simple act touched her deeply.
When they pulled up to the secluded cabin—his birthday gift to her—Brie let out a surprised gasp.
Rytsar smiled as one of his guards opened the door, and helped her out of the vehicle.
“What’s this?” she asked the Russian Dom, staring at an elaborate wooden swing set with a big slide and jungle gym attached.
“I made the assumption my comrade had done right by you, and simply wanted my little niece to have her own swing set when she comes to visit her dyadya.”
Brie burst out laughing. “Even if I were pregnant, it would be a while before she was old enough to use this.”
He led her to the equipment. “Ah, but it is made strong enough for adults.” He pointed her to one of the swings.
When Brie sat down on it, he began pushing her. She let out a trill of laughter, feeling as lighthearted as a child.
“I see that you enjoy my equipment, radost moya.”
She grinned, noting the sexual innuendo behind the comment and answered, “Yes, I enjoy it very much, but that shouldn’t surprise you.”
Rytsar’s eyes glinted with mischievous delight as he held the swing still and ordered her to follow him. They walked beside the shore of the lake in silence.
“Did your Master tell you what is on the list?” he asked.
Brie sighed nervously. “No, he didn’t.”
Rytsar nodded his head thoughtfully. He led her out onto a wooden pier, his expression solemn and somewhat frightening when he told her, “I was instruct
ed to challenge you.”
“I was afraid of that.”
“One area in particular.”
Brie swallowed hard, dreading his answer. “Which one?”
“Watersports.”
She stared at him in shock. “But Sir knows I struggle in that area.”
“Precisely.”
“It’s not even something I’m interested in.”
“I am quite aware of that.”
Brie stared at the calm lake water, feeling anything but serene.
“You should know that your Master has kept that side of himself hidden, knowing how you feel.”
She shifted uncomfortably beside him. It suddenly made sense that Sir hadn’t explained what would happen at the cabin. He was ashamed of his own desires. Yet, it was a fetish she’d never imagined Sir enjoyed—not in a million years.
“It must be important to him,” she mused out loud.
Rytsar said nothing.
Brie was put off by the idea of watersports and had no desire to pursue it. Still…if it was something that turned Sir on, shouldn’t she at least keep an open mind? Wasn’t that her duty as his collared submissive and lover?
“Be gentle with me, Rytsar,” she pleaded. “You know this is uncomfortable territory for me.”
“Gentle? I’m sorry, radost moya, I cannot be gentle.”
Brie screamed when he swept her off her feet and tossed her into the water. She came up sputtering and gasping for air to the sound of Rytsar’s boisterous laughter.
It wasn’t until then that she understood. Brie ignored the hand he held out to her and swam all the way back to shore. She’d stomped halfway to the cabin before he caught up with her.
“Now, now…” he chuckled, encircling her in his arms.
Brie struggled, but could not break free. She pounded his chest with her fists out of frustration. “That wasn’t nice!”
The low timbre of Rytsar’s laughter was sexy, but insulting in its mirth.