Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (12 page)

I stiffen when he forces me down onto the
buffalo hide. I feel his hands reach under my dress and I cry out
for mercy. There will be no mercy tonight. I close my eyes tightly
when he forces my clenched legs apart.

He moves between them, his manhood pressed
against my womanly flower. I start to scream, but his lips muffle
my cry. I struggle at the burning, pinching sensation caused by him
forcing his large shaft into me. When he has pushed the entirety of
his cock into my virginal depths, he stops and gazes into my eyes.
There is something tender in the fierce eyes of my warrior.

He kisses me again and I feel myself start
to melt. I am his now.

He gives a deep, guttural growl before he
begins stroking me with his rock-hard…

“Please place your journals on my desk.”

Brie looked up with a frown, disappointed
that she could not finish the fantasy. Glancing around, she noticed
that the other girls had finished. Brie wondered if she was the
only one who entertained such detailed fantasies. She lovingly
fingered the book before placing it on Mr. Gallant’s desk. Sitting
back in her seat, she willed her body to calm down. It was only a
silly fantasy, after all.

“Before you start your practicum tonight, I
want to inform you of tomorrow’s event. We started our first class
on Wednesday for a reason. We wanted two days to weed out the
non-submissives and one day to prepare you for the auction.”

Now he had Brie’s full attention.

“Every Saturday, you will participate in a
private auction. It provides you with a chance to practice what
you’ve learned while experiencing different Doms outside the
Training Center. Rest assured, the Dominants invited to these
auctions are prescreened. We guarantee whoever ends up ‘winning’
you for the day is worthy of your trust.”

Brie’s heart rate shot up.
An
auction?
Her loins warmed at the thought of being purchased by
a stranger and used for the day. Even though she was certain it
wasn’t a possibility, she daydreamed Sir would be the one to win
her.

“Tonight’s practicums have been especially
designed to meet your individual needs. We want you prepared for
tomorrow’s event. Take what you learn to heart and trust our
training methods.” For some reason, Mr. Gallant stared directly at
Brie when he said it, making her curious about what lay ahead.

As she was leaving the classroom, she heard
him call out her name and her heart sank. “May I have a word with
you?”

He was going to lecture her about almost
being late—she just knew it. Brie walked over to him sheepishly.
Mr. Gallant didn’t need to reprimand her; there was no way she
would make that mistake again. Her ankle was still aching from when
she’d wrenched it.

“I have a quick question,” he said kindly.
She smiled, feeling a surge of relief that he wasn’t going to chew
her out. “Why are you wearing a collar?”

Brie blushed slightly when she explained,
“Sir felt a few Dominants needed a visual reminder to stay away
until the end of the course.”

“Interesting,” he said, as if to himself.
“Thank you, Miss Bennett. You may leave.”

She hurried towards the door, excited to
join the others for the first practicum. Before she made it out of
the room, however, he added, “For the record, being late is a sign
of disrespect.”

She cringed inside, but turned and gave him
a bright smile. “I promise not to let it happen again, Mr.
Gallant.”

She almost threw him a kiss goodbye because
she was so giddy about the upcoming session, but managed to stop
herself.
OMG, how embarrassing would that have been?

Blind and Stripped

They entered room twelve again, the room
that looked like a dance studio with its mirrors and wooden floors.
Brie remembered to take off her heels and to keep her eyes down
when she entered. She stood before the panel of four trainers,
trying to suppress the smile that threatened to spread across her
lips. Being in Sir’s presence after such intimate contact the night
before gave her delicious butterflies.

“Tonight’s first practicum will involve
yesterday’s Doms putting you through your paces. We want the
commands to be second nature for you, but we also expect to see
grace and poise at all times,” Sir explained in his deep,
commanding voice. Brie physically trembled at the sound of it.

Their handsome Doms entered the room—all
expect Tono. Instead of her gorgeous Dom, Brie had a small Middle
Eastern woman. Had Sir ordered Tono away because of his interest in
her? The thought both saddened and pleased her.

Ms. Clark stood up and walked over to Brie.
“Miss Bennett, because you had such difficulty averting your eyes
yesterday, you will wear this the entire night.” She produced a
blindfold and ordered Brie to turn.

Brie swallowed hard. Facing the unknown
without the benefit of sight was terrifying to her. “Please,
Mistress Clark,” she begged, “I learned my lesson, I promise.”
However, she made the mistake of looking directly in Ms. Clark’s
eyes.

“Turn,” barked the trainer angrily.

Brie dutifully turned. With deft movements,
the imposing Dominatrix tied on the blindfold and snorted. “I am a
strict teacher, Miss Bennett. You will learn that I do not tolerate
disobedience.”

In a softer tone, Ms. Clark said, “Let me
know if she disobeys you in any way.”

Brie heard a gentle voice answer, “Yes,
Mistress.”

“You may go now.”

Brie felt a tight grip on her arm as the
tiny woman led her from the room. Everything in her cried out to
remain with Sir, but she knew defying Ms. Clark was not an option.
Obviously, as the headmaster of the school, Sir agreed with her
punishment or he would have prevented it.

She tried to hide her disappointment by
concentrating on the woman’s touch. Although it was tight, the
woman exuded calm control. Brie remembered Mr. Gallant’s assertion
that she should trust the trainers’ lessons tonight and forced
herself to relax.
This is to prepare me for the auction,
she
repeated to herself
.

She felt a temperature difference in the new
room they entered. It was significantly colder, which made her
nipples harden into tight buds.

“I want you to undress and lie on the
table,” the woman commanded softly as she directed Brie’s hand to
the edge of it.

Brie ran her hands over the table to get her
bearings before undressing. She left her clothes on the floor and
climbed onto the small table. It was barely wide or long enough to
hold her. She gasped when her warm skin touched the cold vinyl.
Then she heard the distinctive sound of stirrups being pulled out
from the table, as if she was at a doctor’s office. With small,
warm hands, the woman placed her feet into them.

It reminded her too much of a medical exam.
“Please, Mistress, what are you planning to do?”

“I am not a Mistress. I would have you call
me Sting, but I do not want you to speak again. Nod if you
understand.”

Brie nodded, trying not to let her fear take
over. Why would this woman be called Sting?

She heard a buzz and felt the woman touch
her mound. “Don’t move.”

Brie bit her lip, tensing up until she felt
the pleasant vibration of an electric razor. The woman trimmed her
pubic hair with quick motions. Afterwards, she smelled the sweet
scent of talcum powder as Sting sprinkled it over her mound and
rubbed it into the skin.

Brie heard her leave the table and move
across the room. When the woman returned, she felt the edges of a
tray as it was placed between her legs. She tensed again, making
Sting laugh. “Relax, Miss Bennett. I am good at what I do.”

Good at what?

Brie suddenly understood when she felt the
hot wax. The woman pressed a strip of cloth against it and—without
any warning—ripped it clean off. Brie screamed in surprise and
pain.

“No more noises from you,” the woman
admonished.

Brie swallowed hard as Sting spread the
second application onto an adjacent area and pressed another strip
of cloth onto the wax. When the woman readied for the pull, Brie
held her breath and then screamed silently, feeling each individual
hair rip from her body as the woman yanked off the wax. An errant
tear slid down her cheek.

“Good girl,” Sting replied soothingly. “If
you breathe in when I pull, it won’t hurt as much. However, I
recommend you give in to the pain. Some of my clients come when I
do this.”

Brie couldn’t imagine that and had to
squelch another shriek. Sting was relentless as she plucked at the
remaining hairs. She could only imagine what her now completely
bald nether regions looked like. Afterwards, Sting applied a
soothing cream to her burning skin.

“You did well, Miss Bennett. I will report
that to Mistress.”

The fact that Sting had simply called her
Mistress made Brie think she was Ms. Clark’s official sub. Brie had
so many questions she wanted to ask Sting, but obediently kept
silent.

Once Sting had cleaned up the room, she took
Brie by the arm and helped her off the table. Brie stumbled, still
recovering from the shock of the treatment.

“Take your time to dress,” the small woman
said gently.

With shaking hands, Brie pulled on her
crotchless hose and then attempted to tie her corset. After several
failed attempts, she felt Sting take over. She tied it far tighter
than Brie ever had. So tight, in fact, that she had trouble
breathing.

“There. You look much better now. You should
strive to always keep it this tight.” She helped Brie into her
skirt and shoes. “Hold your panties in your hand. Mistress will
want to examine my work.”

Brie blanched at the thought, but nodded.
Sting led her back to the main room, where she heard the grunts and
moans of the couples finishing their sessions together. Brie sighed
inwardly, unhappy that she’d had to endure pain
and
miss out
on a sexual encounter. Ms. Clark definitely knew how to make a
punishment hurt on many different levels.

Brie stood there quietly until she heard the
Doms leave the room.

Ms. Clark spoke in a firm voice. “Was she
obedient?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Fine. Let me see.”

Brie felt the hem of her short skirt being
lifted up. For the first time that night, she was grateful for the
blindfold. It was humiliating to be treated in such a manner. She
could only imagine the delight Blonde Nemesis must be experiencing
at witnessing her degradation.

“Well done,” Sir complimented. Brie’s whole
attitude changed with his simple statement. If her new look pleased
Sir, then there was no reason to feel mortified.

“Attractive,” Marquis Gray added. His voice
held a possessive tone that unsettled Brie.

“Enough about this girl’s kootch,” Master
Coen said. “We need to discuss the next practicum.”

Ms. Clark spoke up. “You may go now, pet.
Thank you for your service.”

“It was my pleasure, Mistress.” Then Sting
whispered to Brie, “Hold onto me while you put your panties
on.”

Brie leaned against her as she tried—as
gracefully as possible—to follow her command, despite the tight
corset, high heels and blindfold. Blonde Nemesis snickered softly,
so that only Brie could hear.

After Sting had left, Brie heard manly
footsteps enter the room and wondered who it was. Sir addressed the
group. “You will proceed to the commons. Miss Wilson, you are
responsible for escorting Miss Bennett to and from the commons
tonight.”

Brie groaned inside, but dutifully followed
Blonde Nemesis. As they walked down the hallway, Wilson laughed.
“Nice kootch, Bennett.”

“Shut up. You’re just jealous,” Lea
retorted. She grabbed Brie, and the three walked arm in arm as if
they were all good friends.

“What do you think this practicum is going
to be like?” Brie asked. “It seems odd that they are still talking
about it.”

“It does make me suspicious, especially with
Mr. Gallant joining them,” Blonde Nemesis said.

Brie was curious now.
All five trainers
are discussing the next practicum?

“I really don’t care,” Lea replied. “So far,
I have enjoyed everything we’ve done except that whole kneeling
test.” She giggled pleasantly. “Thank goodness I can talk today. By
the way, Wilson, what
is
your first name?”

“Why should I tell you?”

Brie turned to her even though she couldn’t
see. “Because, like it or not, we’re in this together.”

“Whatever.”

Lea pressed, “So, your name
is
…?”

“Mary.”

“Oh, like the Virgin Mary?” Lea teased.

“Shut up, Lea Fake Boobs.” Mary immediately
turned on Brie. “So, what happened last night?”

Brie chose not to answer. Lea nudged her
playfully and asked, “What’s Mary talking about, Brie?”

Mary answered for her. “She didn’t come out
with us. I waited for more than a half-hour, but she never came out
of the school.”

“What kind of weirdo are you, stalking me
like that?” Brie asked irritably.

“Don’t avoid the question, Bennett. Don’t
think we haven’t noticed that collar around your neck,” she
replied, jealousy tainting her harsh voice.

“Oh, Brie, tell me what happened last
night,” Lea begged.

She wasn’t about to share her intimate
moment with Nemesis around. “Sir was concerned that one of the Doms
was getting too attached, so he gave me a protection collar.”

Mary breathed an audible sigh of relief.
“Okay, if it’s just a protection collar it means nothing.”

“Which Dom is it?” Lea wanted to know.

“Tono,” Mary answered.

Brie growled angrily, “What’s wrong with
you, Wilson? Lea asked
me
the question, not you.”

“But I am right, aren’t I?”