Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (20 page)

It was actually good to see the old Mary
return.

Master Coen said kindly, “Miss Wilson, we
heard you had an incident today.”

She flinched and then looked down in shame.
“Yes, Master Coen, but please don’t make me talk about it in front
of
these
two.”

“You will be expected to share what happened
with your fellow students. However, not tonight,” Master Coen said
firmly. Brie could see Mary stiffen in her chair in anger, but she
kept silent. “An experienced counselor has been called. You will
share with him what happened so that you can pinpoint the exact
trigger.”

Marquis Gray added, “This mistake does not
have to end your training.”

Brie was surprised to see tears fall down
Mary’s cheeks. She choked out, “Thank you, Marquis.”

“However, if you ever fail to obey us again,
I promise you it will be the last mistake you make,” Ms. Clark
stated.

Brie pursed her lips.
Good ol’ Ms. Clark.
Kick ya when you’re down.

Master Coen cleared his throat, sounding
annoyed by Ms. Clark’s insensitivity. “Miss Wilson, right now we
want you to concentrate on being completely open with the
counselor.”

A short time later, the elevator doors
opened and an older gentleman exited. He nodded to the trainers and
walked directly to the girls. He held out his hand to Mary, gracing
her with a genuine smile. “You must be Miss Wilson. It is a
pleasure to meet you. Would you mind talking with me for a
bit?”

She meekly took his hand and walked away. As
Brie watched her go, a shiver of fear traveled down her spine.
Could that happen to her, too?

As if reading her mind, Marquis Gray said,
“It appears Miss Wilson was engaging in an activity that triggered
a traumatic reaction based on an unresolved issue in her past. Just
as Miss Bennett could have caused a similar situation, had she not
informed us of her abuse at the hands of bullies as a child.
Without that information, Baron could easily have triggered a
negative episode without knowing the cause. I hope you both
understand the importance of full disclosure with your
Dominants.”

The girls nodded. Brie was suddenly grateful
for her natural openness. She was surprised Mary had been so
stubborn. Sir had asked twice that they go over their journals and
take out anything that might cause problems. That girl was her own
worst enemy.

Debriefing

Ms. Clark started the panel’s discussion.
“Even though we don’t have Miss Wilson with us, it is imperative we
go over your scenes tonight. I’ll start with you, Ms. Taylor. How
would you rate your experience today?”

Lea grinned. “I would definitely give it a
nine. My Dom looked and talked like a real doctor. He even had his
room set up to look like an examination room, complete with table,
paper gown and chilled air. There were a few times I forgot it
wasn’t real.”

“Excellent. And you, Miss Bennett?”

Brie answered with her eyes cast downward,
determined to never look Ms. Clark in the eye again unless the
woman specifically asked. “It was a ten. Although there weren’t any
tepees or feathers, his creativity and thoroughness made it real
for me. Just like Lea, there were times that it was so real that it
was disconcerting, but I liked that feeling.”

“I would expect no less from Rytsar Donkova.
He has an exceptional reputation.” Ms. Clark huffed. “Still can’t
believe he lowered himself by fraternizing with a beginner. Miss
Bennett, you are lucky he happened to be in town
and—apparently—bored.”

“Yes, Ms. Clark.”

Brie would have to hang on to Sir’s advice
to remain true to herself if she ever met Rytsar again. It would be
hard not to be a bundle of nerves around someone so well respected
in the Dom/sub community.

Ms. Clark returned her attention to Lea.
“What was the main aspect of your encounter that made it a success,
Ms. Taylor?”

Lea shivered in pleasure when she answered.
“I loved the way he experimented with unusual toys and kept telling
me, ‘Relax, this won’t hurt a bit.’ Gives me chills just thinking
about it.”

“So there was never a time you were scared
or distrustful of your Dom during the scene?”

“Well, I was nervous at times but never
scared. Yeah, I trusted him.” She added with a wink, “He was my
doctor, after all.”

Ms. Clark remarked dryly, “Don’t try to be
cute, Ms. Taylor.” Lea nodded her head, properly chastised.

“What about you, Miss Bennett?”

“Well, I about died when I saw the horse and
he took me for a ride on the beach at night. However, I think what
made it real was when he forced me to take him anally. I wasn’t
prepared for that and was frightened at first. I truly felt like a
virgin being taken by my warrior.”

“Yes, Rytsar understands a woman’s psyche
well,” Ms. Clark commented, almost wistfully. It made Brie wonder
if Ms. Clark had spent time with Rytsar Donkova herself.

Master Coen asked, “Was there anything you
found challenging or uncomfortable to obey, Miss Bennett?”

She thought about it and sighed. “Actually,
there was one thing. He wanted me to go to the bathroom while he
was still in the room. It made me squeamish and I balked at
first.”

“There should be no hesitation on such a
simple request. It’s a harmless power play,” Ms. Clark admonished.
For some reason, Brie suddenly had an image of the Mistress peeing
in front of Rytsar, and she struggled not to laugh.

“You need to think on why that caused you to
hesitate obeying your Dom,” Marquis Gray told her. “You may dismiss
it as nothing, but my experience suggests something deeper is
involved.”

“I will do as you ask. Thank you, Marquis
Gray.” He believed in her potential as a submissive and had
defended her when others had insisted on her dismissal. She
respected Marquis’ opinion and was determined to take his advice to
heart.

Ms Clark asked Lea, “Were there any
struggles for you, Ms. Taylor?”

“Nope. My Dom was awesome! The way he
explained the procedures and what he was going to do with his
instruments was so damn sexy. I totally trusted him.”

Brie shuddered inside. She hated doctors,
and the thought of one sticking anything into her was anything but
sexy. Lea was proof that every woman had her own idea of what made
the perfect fantasy.

Sir rejoined the panel, but did not sit
down. Brie heard the ding of the elevator and knew Tono had left
the building. “I would like to talk to each of the girls alone,
starting with Ms. Taylor.” He turned to her and gave his familiar,
“Follow.”

Lea popped out of her seat and walked behind
him, leaving Brie alone with the three other trainers. Normally,
that would have been intimidating, but all Brie could focus on was
the fact that she would get time alone with Sir.

The three trainers grilled her on specifics
and asked her to rate herself. That proved a difficult question for
Brie to answer. She thought back over the entire night and realized
she’d pretty much concentrated on enjoying the experience instead
of pleasing her Dom. “I guess maybe a six.”

“Why that number?” Master Coen asked.

“Well, I know I’m inexperienced, and to be
honest, I was having too much fun. I wasn’t concentrating enough on
my Dom.”

“A sub’s obvious enjoyment is always
appreciated,” Marquis Gray stated.

Master Coen disagreed strongly. “But
not
at the expense of the Dom’s.”

Ms. Clark raised her eyebrow. “We will get
an accurate picture of your performance from Rytsar Donkova, Miss
Bennett. Each Dom fills out a full report on their submissive. By
Monday you will know exactly how you rate.” The tone of her voice
made it clear she thought Brie had overestimated herself.

Marquis Gray stood up and walked over to
Brie, then handed over her fantasy journal. “Look through your
entry and tell us which details you experienced today.”

She opened her beloved little book, loving
it even more now that Rytsar had made its contents come to life.
She glanced up and noticed each of the trainers appeared to have a
copy of her entry. They had their pens poised and ready, making her
wonder what they planned to jot down. It made her nervous.

Brie perused her fantasy before speaking.
“Well, like I stated before, he did not look the part of an Indian
warrior, but he certainly played the part well. He started the
chase as soon as I exited the car, and threatened to cane me if I
didn’t run.” Her nipples hardened as she recalled how fearful she’d
been during the chase. “After he caught me, he tied me up and
carried me to his ‘tepee’, where there was a raiding party waiting
inside. I remember there was one man in particular who gave me the
creeps and kept wanting to touch me. He must have been playing the
rival warrior in my fantasy.”
Pure genius
, she thought. “My
Dom left me alone for hours to hear their celebration. When Rytsar
finally claimed me, he took me both vaginally and anally. He forced
me to surrender to his desire, but he did it with tenderness like
the warrior in my daydreams.” She felt the heat building between
her legs just talking about it. She glanced up and noticed all
three trainers writing furiously.

Brie decided not to mention the interruption
by the police. “Since my fantasy pretty much stopped there, he
added his own flair by making me come in front of his guests and
then commanding me to give him fellatio. But the icing on the cake
was when he tied me back up and took me on a horseback ride in the
dark where I serviced him again next to a warm fire.” She sighed in
contentment. “I don’t think it gets any better than that. Every
part of my fantasy was played out…and then some.”

When Master Coen finished with his notes, he
stated, “Normally, this is something you would do with your Dom
afterwards, especially if it is the first time playing out a scene.
It is important to go over the events together so you can let your
Dominant know what you found stimulating, and if there was an
important element missing or one that should be eliminated
altogether.”

Brie nodded her head. She knew exactly what
she would say to Rytsar if she could.
Please, Rytsar, do it
again!

Sir came back with Lea. He looked over at
Brie and nodded before heading back to his office. She stood up,
trying to calm her rapidly beating heart. She wanted to look cool
and detached for the panel, not like the helplessly devoted sub she
was. She followed Sir, listening to his confident stride. It
wouldn’t take much for her to forget what mattered and give in to
her desire for him. Surely, he could feel it.

He gestured her inside, but left the door
open this time. She was grateful—and disappointed. She started to
kneel, but he stopped her.

“No, Miss Bennett. Sit in the chair.”

She moved to the chair, her hands trembling
slightly when she grabbed the armrests. She shoved both hands into
her lap as soon as she was seated. Brie kept her eyes downcast,
afraid her face would express her deep need for him.

“Since I missed out on the discussion, the
first thing I want to ask is how your encounter went today.”

She wondered how he would take her honest
answer. “It was exceptional, Sir.”

“Good. I expected no less. When I mentioned
to Donkova that I had a unique sub training with us, he offered to
evaluate you.”

Brie almost glanced up out of shock.
Sir
invited Rytsar to bid for me?

“I had two reasons, really,” he continued.
“One, I was curious to see if he would agree with my assessment and
two, I knew he would provide you with a complete experience.” Brie
felt the blood rush to her cheeks. “I shall find out tomorrow
exactly what he thought, but I am curious as to what you think he
will say.”

“I’m unsure, Sir.”

“It is an easy question, Miss Bennett. Did
you serve him well, or not?”

“I did my best, Sir.” She thought back to
her hesitancy in the bathroom and her freak-out when he’d first
tried to take her anally. “However, I remained true to myself.”

Sir chuckled with that low, masculine rumble
she adored. “I’m glad to hear it. Now, on to the real reason I
called you into the room. I want to discuss what happened to Miss
Wilson and I need you to look me in the eye.”

Brie held her breath and stared into Sir’s
eyes, becoming completely lost in them the instant she made eye
contact.

“Miss Bennett, know that Miss Wilson is
getting the best care. I fully expect that she will remain in the
program. She was in the hands of a capable Dom who recognized what
was taking place.”

Brie would have expected no less from
Tono.

Sir picked up a pen and started to roll it
between his fingers and thumb. She couldn’t help it—she imagined
those fingers were playing with her nipple in the same manner and
felt a gush of wetness between her legs.

“Naturally, seeing one of their comrades in
such a state would be disconcerting for anyone. Do you have any
questions or concerns?”

Brie swallowed, trying to concentrate on his
words rather than his fingers. Her gaze traveled from his hand up
to his face, lingering on those firm and commanding lips. She knew
their taste and had felt their magic touch on her flesh…

“Miss Bennett.”

She quickly stared at her lap again, forcing
herself to get a grip. “Naturally, I couldn’t help but wonder if it
could happen to me, Sir.”

“But after talking to the panel?”

“I feel more confident that it won’t.” She
braved another look at him. “Because I’m not one who can hide
things.”

The intensity of his gaze consumed her. It
took everything Brie had not to bow at his feet.

Sir put the pen down slowly and then laced
his fingers together. He said in his low, chocolaty voice, “I would
agree. Your openness is an asset that will serve you well.”