Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (23 page)

Eating her Domme was like sampling a part of
herself. Brie was nervous and hesitant as she explored the woman’s
pussy, frightened that she would press or suck too hard and end up
hurting her.

Her Domme commanded, “Rub my clit harder,
girl. Bring me to climax.”

Brie stopped sucking and used two fingers to
flick her clit. The woman put her hand over Brie’s and guided her
to press harder and flick more vigorously. She watched in
fascination as the blood rushed into her Domme’s loins, making her
outer lips swell in excitement. Brie could feel the heat radiating
off her.

The Domme growled softly as her pussy
orgasmed under Brie’s fingers. She could feel each contraction and
her own inner muscles constricted in response to her Domme’s
pleasure.

“Look at me.”

Brie timidly looked up into the green eyes
of her Domme. The woman’s face was framed by flaming red hair.
Brie’s eyes widened. She knew this woman. She was the same redhead
who had been with Sir in the tobacco shop. Brie was in shock. She’d
always assumed the stunning redhead was a submissive, like
herself.

“Not bad for a first try, but you need to
work on the light touches. It gets irritating after a while.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Brie bowed her head,
relieved it was over. At least she’d succeeded in bringing her
Domme to climax.

Ms. Clark Learns a Lesson

Brie was thrilled with herself. Even though
she was a newbie, she’d made a female come.
That totally counts
as success!

Not according to Ms. Clark. “Miss Bennett,
you looked as if you don’t own a cunny of your own. I would have
sworn by the way you were eating her that you were a prepubescent
boy.”

Brie blanched. Mary snickered behind her,
but Master Coen heard this time. “Miss Wilson, such an outburst is
not permitted. On your knees, now!”

He got up and walked over to her. He grabbed
her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. “Next time I will
slap you in the stockade for an hour. Do you understand?”

She nodded with difficulty, her chin still
in his tight grasp. He let go of her and walked back to his seat.
Brie felt a burst of gratitude towards Master Coen.

Marquis Gray spoke up. “Ms. Clark, I can’t
help but notice that you were not as critical of Ms. Taylor’s first
experience with cunnilingus.”

“Ms. Taylor did not have the benefit of Mr.
Gallant’s instruction. Miss Bennett has no excuse.”

Sir addressed her coolly. “As you know, they
only went over basics today. Perhaps you feel you could do a better
job of training her?” he challenged.

Brie’s stomach churned at the thought of
touching Ms. Clark. She shuddered unconsciously and prayed the
conversation would end. It was totally okay with Brie if Ms. Clark
thought she was a failure.

“In fact, I would like to see it. On the
stage…right now,” Sir stated.

Ms. Clark looked as horrified as Brie felt,
but Sir was the headmaster. How could the trainer say no?
“Fine.”

The panel and the group of girls got up and
made their way to the auditorium. Brie was literally shaking as she
walked to her doom. Lea put her arm around her in support and gave
a little squeeze, as if to say, ‘You can do this.’

While everyone else found their seats, both
Ms. Clark and Brie made their way up on the stage. Brie started a
quick conversation with herself.
Okay, this is my Mistress. I
love my Mistress. I would do anything to please her. I love
everything about her—her smell, her taste, the sound of her voice,
the demands she makes on me… Basically, I love her like I love Sir.
Yes, that’s it! She is Sir to me right now.

Ms. Clark asked for a chair, and an
assistant immediately produced one. She sat down and asked Brie to
stand before her. Brie kept her eyes on the floor and moved within
two feet of the woman. Ms. Clark said nothing.

She must still be in shock, too.

“Would you like me to strip, Mistress?” Brie
offered, remembering it was the first thing she had asked Lea to do
when they had been on stage.

“No. I am not interested in your body.”

She’d clearly meant it as an insult, but not
having to strip was a gift. It made Brie feel less vulnerable.

“Get on your knees and give me cunnilingus.
I have to judge how bad you are before I can help you.”

Brie got down on her knees, slowly and
gracefully. She pushed up Ms. Clark’s tight business skirt. Then
she gently peeled off the trainer’s black lace thong and spread her
Domme’s legs apart.

Ms. Clark was a true blonde, with an
attractively trimmed snatch. If Brie had had any feelings for
females, she might have fallen in love with that pristine
pussy.

She closed her eyes and went over the
information she’d read on the internet.

Step one—prolong the first lick.

Brie began by lightly kissing the insides of
the thighs, then running her fingers gently through the hair on
Mistress’s mound. It was all about sensually drawing out the first
moment before contact. She lightly pressed her mouth against the
right side of Mistress’ outer lips, and then on the left. Brie ever
so lightly kissed the area of her opening and breathed warm air on
her clit without touching it. Then Brie took a deep breath and
licked the full length of her, from the vaginal opening all the way
up. She purred softly after she broke contact, slowly licking
Mistress again with more pressure, remembering the redheaded
Domme’s advice. Brie avoided the clit, wanting it to become
desperate for her mouth.

Step two—wait for the clit to show itself
and then tease it.

She continued the sensual licking until the
glans peeked out from behind the hood. It was Brie’s cue to suck
lightly on it. Then she pulled away and started licking the length
of her Domme’s sex again, coming close to the clit but not always
suckling it, making Mistress anticipate and long for more
contact.

Step three—use your fingers to
stimulate
. She started playing with Mistress’ glistening folds
and teased her opening with her fingers. Then, when Brie felt the
time was right, she slowly penetrated her with a single finger. She
played with the opening and then explored farther in to find the
G-spot. Mistress shuddered when Brie found it.

Step four—use your tongue to build the
tension.

Brie started to concentrate on the glans,
using a horizontal fluttering of her tongue as she stroked her
Domme inside. She switched it up by tilting her head to one side
and then the other. When her tongue got tired, she laid it flat on
the clit and let Mistress grind against it. Brie remembered reading
that two fingers were better than one, so she slipped another
finger in to thoroughly caress the G-spot.

Mistress moaned. Not a quiet, controlled
moan. No, this was the moan of a woman coming close to the edge.
Brie pressed her mouth against her Domme’s clit and licked with a
steady, sensual pace as she used her other hand to caress the soft
skin just under the vagina.

Step five—stimulate other sensitive areas to
bring her over the edge.

The moans grew louder and Mistress shifted
in the chair. Brie remembered how possessed she’d felt when both
Sir and Rytsar had taken her anally. With confidence she hadn’t had
until that moment, Brie moved her finger down to Mistress’ anus and
teased the rim. When the timing felt right, she inserted her finger
into the tight hole.

Mistress cried out and started orgasming on
Brie’s tongue. It was exciting for Brie to experience success with
such a difficult partner. She continued to lick lightly until she
felt Mistress’ hand on her head. She pulled away and looked to the
floor, very pleased with herself but trying not to show it.

“What the hell was that?” Ms. Clark asked
hoarsely.

“Miss Bennett,” Sir called from the
panel.

Brie stood up and wiped her mouth.
“Sir?”

“Can you explain how a supposed novice
employs advanced cunnilingus techniques?”

She looked up at him and said simply, “I
googled it, Sir.”

All three men broke out in laughter. She
blushed and looked down at the stage floor.

After the laughter had subsided, Sir asked
Ms. Clark, “Well? Are you satisfied with her cunnilingus
skills?”

Her trainer adjusted her skirt before
answering. “I am satisfied for now.”

Brie heard manly chuckles coming from the
panel as she made her way off the stage.
Thank God for the
internet
, she thought.

Lea gave her hand a squeeze. The
encouragement shining in her eyes made Brie smile inside. She had
accomplished what she’d thought was impossible. She’d made Ms.
Clark climax—and loudly, at that.

Facing the Challenge

That night, Brie practiced with the dildo
again. Because of her experience with Ms. Clark, she’d discovered
the secret to helping her overcome her gag reflex. This time, she
brought the dildo to her mouth and thought of Sir.

Sir wanted to take her orally; he longed to
feel her throat caress his shaft. Brie concentrated on her vision
of Sir as she pressed the head against the back of her throat. She
broke through the resistance and felt it slide down. It was a
strange feeling and she immediately pulled it back out. She coughed
a little, but nothing like she had the night before.

Brie took it again. This time when it
slipped in, she pushed in farther and left it there. She couldn’t
breathe, but she’d anticipated that and it did not frighten
her.

This time, when she pulled the phallus out,
it was covered in thick saliva. Thicker than she’d seen before.
She’d read that was normal, but she cleaned it off because it
grossed her out. She pushed the phallus down her throat again and
this time she gently, with the tiniest of movements, thrust the
shaft back and forth deep in her throat. She could just imagine how
good it felt to Sir. He was groaning in pleasure. She pulled back
out to breathe, but then she went right back and began the gentle
thrusting.

Sir played with her hair and growled
huskily. “That’s it, Brie. Love my cock with your throat,” he
groaned.

She did just that. Brie kept taking it
deeply, caressing the head with her tight orifice. She imagined him
grabbing her head to stop the motion as he came. When she pulled
away, she looked up into his eyes and saw lust mixed with love.

She went to bed satisfied. She’d conquered
the six-inch cock faster than the damn shoes. Nothing was going to
stand in her way of becoming the best sub the Training Center had
ever seen.

The first practicum the next evening was a
wonderful treat. Brie was thrilled to see Baron waiting for her. It
seemed as if it had been ages since their last encounter. She was
pleased to note that he seemed equally excited to see her.

“Kitten, it has been a while,” he stated,
tilting her head up and leaning down to kiss her.

She gazed into his hazel eyes and smiled.
Brie pressed her mouth against his thick lips, breathing in his
spicy musk. It felt like a homecoming. She’d changed a great deal
since that first night, when she’d been frightened and he’d been
the one to guide her through a difficult scene. “I’ve missed you,”
she whispered.

Sir spoke to the group. “Tonight you will be
deep-throating your Doms. Mr. Gallant instructed you to practice
relaxing your gag reflexes. We expect you’ve taken the time to
accustom your throats to penetration.”

Brie snuck a quick glance up at Baron and
grinned. Even though he wasn’t Sir, he was a Dom she would enjoy
pleasing.

“For this first practicum, you will be in
control of the movement. Take your time; don’t feel you need to
rush. We understand this is the first time for each of you.”

When Baron gave the command, Brie knelt down
on the floor and unzipped his pants. She pulled down his briefs as
well and helped him to step out of them. She didn’t want clothing
to be a distraction.

Even though his cock was thicker than the
dildo she had practiced with, she was confident she could take it
into her throat. She began by stroking his chocolaty cock. She
licked and nibbled the head, glancing up at him every now and then
to see his reaction. Baron stared down at her lustfully and stroked
her long curls.

She began taking more and more of him into
her mouth. She teased his manhood, hoping to make him wonder when
she would make that final push. She grasped his balls and kneaded
them gently as she twisted her mouth around his cock farther,
stimulating his sensitive head.

When she felt the time was right, she
grabbed onto his hips with both hands and slowly pushed his cock to
the back of her throat. She made the motion of yawning and felt the
head breach the entrance. For a second she balked, but she resisted
the urge to pull away and pushed her lips to the base of his cock.
Then she pulled out slowly and took a deep breath.

“Oh, kitten, I like…very much,” Baron
growled.

She looked up at him and smiled. She took
his cock again, this time determined to press her lips against his
groin. When she felt the tickle of his pubic hair, she silently
congratulated herself. She started the gentle thrusting deep in her
throat and heard him groan loudly.

She pulled away to take another breath. This
time, he gathered her hair in his hand so he could watch the
action. As she took him again, she kept her eyes on his face. Her
lips slid down the entire length of his shaft and pressed against
his groin. She felt his whole body shiver as she thrust his cock
deep into her throat.

“That looks and feels fucking fantastic,” he
growled with a low rumble.

Her loins contracted in pleasure at the
knowledge that he was enjoying it so much. She continued the
process of taking the fullness of his cock, rocking gently against
it and then pulling out.