Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (17 page)

Brie obediently followed behind Lea, anxious
and excited for the auction to begin.

The Winning Bid

Lea walked gracefully onto the stage. Brie
could hear the low murmurs of several men. An announcer spoke to
the small crowd. “Ms. Taylor is twenty-four and is a certified
massage therapist outside these walls. Her trainers describe her as
an enthusiastic submissive. Her fantasy involves the reluctant
patient/doctor scenario. There are no additional changes to the
sexual fantasy. I will start the bidding at one hundred.”

The auctioneer started rapidly rattling off
numbers as the bids steadily climbed to four hundred. “Going once…
Going twice… Sold to Master Harris for four hundred dollars.” Brie
heard the footsteps as Master Harris collected Lea.

Brie’s whole body went numb. She was next,
but she was grounded to her spot.

“Next, we have Miss Bennett.”

She tried to move, but her muscles wouldn’t
cooperate. Mary gave her a hard push and she fell forward, barely
catching herself before she walked out onto the stage. She paused
and gathered herself, keeping her back straight, her lips supple
and her body in a pleasing pose.

“Miss Bennett is twenty-two, with a
bachelor’s degree in filmmaking outside these walls. Her trainers
describe her as difficult, but teachable.”

Brie felt her heart drop.
Difficult…?
Really? Damn you, Ms. Clark!
A young male voice spoke softly in
a guttural language, which was followed by a low, rumbling
chuckle.

“Her fantasy involves the Indian warrior
claiming his virginal captive. There are no additional changes to
her sexual fantasy…”

Brie heard someone in front of her clear his
throat in an attempt to get her attention. She sneaked a glance and
saw Tono standing there. She looked back down, trying hard not to
smile.

Ms. Clark barked, “Stop the auction!” Her
stilettos clicked up to the stage as she rushed over to Brie. “You
still
defy me.”

Tono spoke from the crowd. “Do not punish
her. I was seeking her attention.”

“You know as well as I do that a submissive
is responsible for following orders. She was told to keep her eyes
down. I don’t care if the whole lot of you were calling out her
name. Miss Bennett’s eyes should have stayed glued to the floor.”
To Brie, she hissed, “I will not tolerate this act of
disobedience.” She asked the three other trainers, “Do any of you
have a blindfold?”

“I do,” Marquis Gray answered, amusement
coloring his voice. He walked onto the stage and handed a strip of
lace to her.

Ms. Clark tied the blindfold overly tight.
What she didn’t suspect was that instead of humiliating Brie, it
gave her power. Now that Brie didn’t have to worry about keeping
her eyes down, it was actually freeing. When Ms. Clark walked away,
she held her head up a little higher, but still at a respectful
angle.

The auctioneer stated, “As I said before,
there are no changes to her fantasy. I will start the bidding at
one hundred.”

“Four hundred,” Tono said, his voice loud
and clear. Brie squealed silently, excited at the prospect of
spending a whole day alone with him.

She heard the low rumblings of the guttural
language and then the young man’s voice rang through the room.
“Five hundred.”

Brie felt the hairs go up on the back of her
neck.

Tono confidently answered, “Six
hundred.”

The auctioneer asked for seven hundred. When
no one spoke, he rattled off, “Going once… Going…”

The foreigner spoke and the young man called
out, “Seven hundred.”

Tono immediately followed with a bid for
eight hundred. Brie’s heart beat rapidly as she waited. She
only
wanted Tono as her Dom today. She crossed her fingers
behind her back.

After a string of more foreign words, the
young man blurted, “One thousand.”

Brie heard Tono’s low groan and her heart
sank.

“The bid stands at one thousand dollars. Do
I hear any other offers? Going once… Going twice… Sold to Rytsar
Donkova.”

A chill coursed through her body. Tono
wasn’t going to be her Dom? For a split second she was tempted to
rip off the blindfold and run. However, her submissive spirit
kicked in.
Take this opportunity to learn.

She waited as his heavy footsteps ascended
the stairs. A large hand grasped her arm and led her from the
stage. His unfamiliar musk was clean, but rustic. He moved his hand
from her shoulder onto the back of her neck. It sent a shiver down
her spine that she was sure he could feel.

She heard Mary’s named called next. “Miss
Wilson is twenty-five and works as a pharmacist outside the
confines of these walls.” Brie had never suspected Nemesis was
older than she was because the girl acted like such a brat. “Her
trainers describe her as tenacious. Her fantasy consists of the spy
interrogation and
infiltration
.” There were a few chuckles
throughout the room. “There are no additional changes to her sexual
fantasy. I will start the bidding at one hundred.”

The auctioneer rattled on until the bid was
at four hundred. Brie felt sick when she heard Tono top the bid at
five hundred.

Silence followed before she heard, “Going
once… Going twice… Sold to Tono Nosaka for five hundred.”

Why would Tono want my nemesis?

“This concludes today’s auction. A simple
reminder for the winners—once you have purchased a sub you are not
allowed to bid on her again for the remainder of the training.”

Her new Dom spoke to her in a deep baritone
that reverberated through her body. The guttural way he spoke
sounded Russian to her. The young man by his side interpreted,
“Rytsar Donkova says you are under his rules now.”

The Dom untied the blindfold and handed it
over to an assistant. Brie bowed her head to let him know she was
grateful. She suddenly liked this Dom who’d thwarted Ms. Clark in
front of her face.

Rytsar lifted her head to get a better look
at her, which gave her the opportunity to see who had purchased
her. The man was tall and broad with a bald head, a strong jaw and
riveting blue eyes. He was dressed in an expensive tailored suit
and a power tie of blood red. She noticed an entourage of three
attractive men behind him.

When he’d finished examining Brie, he smiled
and looked over at the panel of trainers, mumbling something to his
interpreter. The young man announced, “Rytsar believes that your
definition of difficult is not the same as his.”

They were the first to leave the Training
Center. Rytsar guided Brie into an oversized black utility vehicle
with his burly, unyielding arms. Once inside, he wrapped the
seatbelt around her waist and slipped the buckle into place,
double-checking to make sure it was secure. The rest of the men
joined them in the spacious SUV.

Rytsar completely ignored her after that,
speaking in Russian to the other men. Brie finally accepted that he
wouldn’t be asking anything of her during the trip, so she stared
out of the window, wondering what he had in store for the next
seven hours.

She couldn’t help imagining Tono mounting
Mary. It aggravated her to no end that he had bid for that horrible
woman. Her thoughts were soon interrupted when they pulled up to a
large glass house beside the ocean. The home was magnificent, with
its modern architecture and pristine landscape.

Her large Russian Dom spoke to Brie
matter-of-factly and then nodded to his interpreter. The young man
addressed her after Rytsar had taken the time to unbuckle her.
“Take off your shoes. Your safe word is
stoy
. Say it.”

She repeated the word as she slipped off her
six-inch heels, unsure why he was explaining that while they were
still in the car.

He continued, “It means ‘stop’. You will
exit the vehicle now. I suggest you run. Rytsar has promised to
cane you if you prove an easy catch.”

She glanced over at Rytsar. His eyes held a
wicked glint. She had no doubt he would follow through with the
threat. As soon as he lunged for her, she threw open the door and
bolted.

Brie ran for all she was worth, but looked
back to check if he was really following. She screamed out in fear
when she saw he was only a few paces behind.

Her flight instinct took over as she raced
through the garden and headed towards the ocean. There was no
thought process to her actions, simply the need to keep out of his
reach. She attempted to dart to the side to throw him off, but he
wasn’t fooled and grabbed her arm. She cried out when his hand
clamped down on her.

With the agility of a deer, she twisted out
of his grasp and continued to run. The fear she felt was very real.
She was deathly afraid of being caned, and just the act of being
chased had her body humming in terror. There was no acting on her
part; it was a rush of adrenaline spurred on by sheer panic.

She ran down the beach, but a rogue wave
wrapped itself around her legs. She stumbled and nearly fell. She
could hear his heavy breathing just behind her and shrieked. With a
burst of speed that surprised even her, she escaped his clutches
again.

Brie heard him chuckle softly. He changed
tactics and edged her closer to the water. Even though she guessed
his strategy, he was too fast for her to prevent it. The water hit
her ankles again and this time she fell. He was on top of her in an
instant. Brie screamed out in alarm, trying to fight him off.

He forced her to turn over and easily
secured her arms above her head. His weight crushed her helpless
body as another wave drenched them. His lips landed on hers, firm
and commanding. When he broke the kiss, she gasped for breath,
still struggling beneath his large frame.

Her Indian warrior had captured her…

Rytsar laughed as he pulled a leather tie
from his pocket and bound her wrists together. Then he lifted her
up, throwing her unceremoniously over his shoulder. He started
towards the glass house, saying something she couldn’t understand.
His grip was tight—there was no escaping him. It gave her a thrill
to know she was at his mercy now.

When he entered the house, she was
bewildered to see it crowded with men. It looked like a party was
in full swing with plenty of drinks, joking and manly laughter. The
place quieted down as soon as Rytsar entered the home. He put her
down and grabbed her chin with one of his massive hands. He forced
her to look at him. His look was stern and dangerous but when he
kissed her, there was a softness to his lips. She relaxed in his
embrace, trusting her imposing Dom.

A stout man with spiky gray hair and a
fearsome demeanor came up to them. He said something to Rytsar that
must have been lewd, based on the tone he’d used and the dark look
Rytsar was giving him. The vile man stroked Brie’s arm as if he had
a right to touch her. She recoiled and pressed against her Dom.
Rytsar spoke harshly to the foul man, guiding her away, but the
creep grabbed her arm and shouted at Rytsar in Russian.

Her Dom broke the loathsome man’s unwanted
grasp, moving her behind him as he participated in a heated
exchange. The other men gathered around, enjoying the
confrontation. The loathsome man tried to grab at her again, but
Rytsar forcefully pushed him away. He picked Brie up and carried
her through a set of doors on the other side of the room.

When he entered the bedroom, she noticed
there was a support beam in the center of the massive space. He
carried her past it and headed straight to the bathroom. After
putting her down, he barked a single word, pointing to the
toilet.

She blanched. Did he really want her to pee
in front of him?

He barked the command again harshly, letting
her know he wasn’t amused by her lack of obedience. Swallowing
hard, she awkwardly pulled her red thong down with her bound hands
and sat meekly on the toilet. He nodded and exited, leaving the
door wide open.

She glanced into the room while she washed
herself clean and saw that he was changing out of his wet clothes.
His chest was broad and his stomach rippled with muscles. She
noticed a large tattoo in the shape of a dragon covering his left
shoulder.

He returned wearing another suit. This time
it was midnight black with an identical blood-red tie. He didn’t
look like an Indian warrior, but he certainly looked like a man of
great power.

Rytsar picked her up and carried her to the
support beam. He untied her wrists and bound them behind the pole
before securing her feet. Next, he placed a gag over her mouth. She
protested playfully with whimpers, which made him snort in
amusement. He blindfolded her next and to make her sensory
deprivation complete, he covered her ears with small headphones
that blocked out all sound. Then he left.

She could feel the emptiness of the large
room envelop her. At first, the total lack of stimuli was
frightening but gradually she grew used to the all-encompassing
silence. She stood there bound and alone, waiting for her warrior’s
return.

When she felt his presence again, she
tensed. He took off the earphones and whispered in her ear.
Although she could not understand his words, she believed he was
listing all the things he planned to do to her. The commanding tone
in his voice made her moist between her legs, and Brie moaned
softly.

She was puzzled when he left her again.
Outside the room, she could hear the men shouting and joking with
one another. It was then that she realized this was his version of
the village celebrating the raid in her fantasy. She appreciated
his cleverness. To hear the men’s revelry and to have the entire
group know what was going to happen to her made it that much more
exciting.

Her Dom came back and removed the gag next.
He kissed her passionately, thrusting his tongue deep into her
mouth, letting her know exactly how he was going to take her when
the time came. He allowed her tongue to taste him and explore the
ridges of his mouth before he pulled away and left her again.