Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (41 page)

Brie yelped when the first landed on her
skin, leaving a burning heat in its path. “One,” she finally
remembered to call out.

“Color, slave?”

Brie took a deep breath before answering.
“Green.”

She heard the snap as the next licked her
skin, higher up her back. It stung and a groan escaped her lips
before she uttered, “Two.”

He did not wait, lashing her a third time.
“Three.” She gulped, debating whether to cry and let the pain
release in the tears, or remain tearless and brave.

The fourth lashed across in the other
direction, taking her by surprise and causing her to choke on her
shriek. She knew he was waiting, so she called out, “Four.”

“You are a gutsy slave. I did not expect you
to take it quietly.”

His compliment cemented her determination
not to cry
or
scream. She took the next two lashes while
breathing deeply, letting the tail of the whip reverberate on her
skin, much as she had during her session with the cane.

“It seems you need it a little harder,
slave.”

Brie’s whole body tensed as she suddenly
realized her choice to be silent was sending him the wrong message.
Will I ever learn?

He walked over to her and rested his chin on
her shoulder. “Don’t worry, little one. I know you are at your
limit. I want to challenge you with two more that will bite. What
is the point of taking the whip if you aren’t going to experience
all of its character? However, I leave it up to you.”

Brie took several calming breaths while she
thought about his offer. Master Anderson was right—she wanted to
experience it all, even though she was uncertain if she could
endure it.

“Hold on to the fact you are almost done.
Only two more, slave, and then you will wear the proud marks of
your fearless spirit.”

His words infused her with courage. Hadn’t
she promised herself not to be afraid of things she hadn’t tried?
“I will take two more, Master, if it pleases you.”

“Remember, as always, it only takes one word
to set you free,” he murmured, kissing her neck before moving back
into position.

Yes, she was the one in power. This was
her
choice.

Master Anderson announced to the crowd, “I
want you to count this time.”

Brie imagined him winding up for the first
stroke, and then she heard the whip of the tail just before it
slashed across her back. Brie cried out from the biting pain while
the crowd enthusiastically shouted, “One!”

“Color, slave?”

She felt a welt growing on her back in
response to the wicked sting. “Yellow,” she panted. The chains
moved in harmony with her quivering body.

“One more. Do not tense, slave. Accept this
gift.”

“Yes, Master.”

Brie closed her eyes and breathed out
slowly. This was the last one, and she wanted to experience every
nuance of it. Time slowed down as the implement of her
pleasure-pain raced to connect with her skin. It landed across her
back—a burning, piercing pain that warmed the entire area, setting
it on fire.

She directed that feeling to course through
her body, forcing it to travel to her loins and concentrate there.
It was her transformative abilities that took his gift of the whip
and turned it into something wild and beautiful within her.

“Two!” she heard the crowd yell.

She swayed on the chain, focusing all her
attention on the fire in her loins. Brie felt his hands on her as
he undid the binding of one wrist and then the other. He held her
in place and asked, “Have you flown too far into subspace to please
me?”

She laid her head against his torso. “No,
Master. I need to please you.”

“Present yourself, then,” he commanded.

Brie gratefully dropped to the floor and
opened her legs to him,
needing
the fire inside to explode
in release.

She looked behind her lustfully and was
stunned to see that Master Anderson had a cock that almost rivaled
Boa’s. He pushed against her opening with little resistance. Her
body welcomed him, craving his attention. She heard his groan of
satisfaction as her body took the length and girth of his manhood.
He began pumping into her, and she met each stroke, crying out in
abandon. The high of subspace made each thrust pure paradise.

It didn’t take long for his immense cock to
bring her over the edge. Brie strained against him as her orgasm
peaked and then detonated. She screamed as her inner muscles tensed
around his large member, squeezing rhythmically in its own sexual
song.

He responded by shooting his essence deep
inside her. Thrust after passionate thrust bathed her insides with
his maleness. Afterwards, he wrapped his arm around her and kissed
the welts on her back tenderly. “Well earned, young slave.”

He disengaged, then gathered her into his
arms and carried her to a chair in the corner of the alcove. He
held her to his chest and rocked her gently. She snuggled into his
chest and closed her eyes, forgetting the crowd. The scent of the
ocean filled her mind and soothed her spirit.

“You are remarkable,” he told her, playing
with her long, brown curls. “Few subs demonstrate that level of
curiosity and confidence so early on.”

“Thank you, Master.”

He continued to stroke her hair without
saying any more. She took a brief peek at the crowd and saw many
had left, but she caught Sir’s eye. For an instant, she recognized
that look he’d had before, when she’d been in Marquis Gray’s arms,
but it disappeared and the authoritative headmaster returned. He
nodded to her and turned to talk to Ms. Clark.

Master Anderson commanded Brie to wipe the
floor clean of their sweat and lovemaking while he disinfected the
cuffs. Then he rubbed the tail of his whip with special cleaner,
rolled it up and placed it in a bag. He tossed Brie’s clothes in
her direction, but put her corset in his bag. He winked at her.
“You do
not
want to wear a corset after a bullwhipping.
Besides, I want you to show off your back tonight. You did well and
deserve the attention.”

He held his hand out to Brie and walked her
over to Sir after she took it. “I have a demonstration in fifteen
minutes, Thane. I hand her over to your care.”

Sir held out his arm to Brie, and she
clasped on to it eagerly. The fact she was half-naked only enhanced
her feeling of connection to him. He walked her slowly to the next
alcove so she could witness the play.

Brie was surprised to see Mary tied to a
pole. The sound of Mozart filled the alcove as Marquis Gray worked
his magic with the flogger. Instead of cries, Mary belted out peals
of laughter. What was escaping from her lips was the sound of pure
joy.

Brie felt tears prick her eyes.
I’m happy
for you, Mary…

Sir pulled her away from the scene and
asked, “So, what did you think of Master Anderson’s skill?”

She was thankful for his question, because
it gave her the right to look him in the eye. “It was a unique
experience, Sir. I can’t believe he can make it feel so light and
pleasant.”

“And what did you think of its bite?”

“I…” Brie became lost in his captivating
gaze and had to force herself to speak. “I am glad I tried it, Sir.
However…”

“What?” he encouraged.

Brie was unsure if her answer would
displease him. “I would only choose to do it on rare occasions…when
it pleases my Master.”

“The bullwhip does not call to you,
then?”

“No, Sir.”

He patted her hand gently as he guided her
on to a new scene, but every fiber of her being was focused on his
touch and she was unaware of anyone or anything else. It wasn’t
until Sir squeezed her hand that she took notice of the girl
standing in front of her.

“You have an admirer who wishes to speak,
Brie.”

A young sub with large, doe-like eyes, who
was dressed in a black vinyl corset and skirt, was standing in
front of her. “I just wanted to say how impressed I was at how you
handled your Master’s whip. You’ve inspired me.”

Brie smiled in embarrassment and looked down
at the floor. She grasped at the only thing that came to mind. “A
wise Master once told me to follow my instincts. It helps me to
open up to new experiences when I’m hesitant.”

The young girl bowed and said sweetly,
“Thank you.”

Brie crushed her face against Sir’s shoulder
when the young girl had left.

He chuckled. “What’s wrong, Brie? Can’t
handle having a sub groupie?”

She groaned into his shirt.

He added, “A wise Master, huh? I prefer to
be called intelligent, quick-witted, experienced. Wise…that’s for
old men.”

She smiled up at him. “Sir, you are wise
beyond your years.” He patted her hand again without speaking as he
walked her towards the next scene. Brie purred inside, loving this
rare chance to connect. She wanted to ask him a thousand questions
but stood beside him quietly, hoping he would open up.

The scene playing out in front of them
consisted of three performers—a large, leather-clad Dom and two
naked females. The redhead’s wrists were bound to the ankles of the
blonde. She enthusiastically lapped the blonde’s bare mound while
the Dom fucked her with an enormous glass dildo.

Sir grunted softly. “The overabundant use of
toys remains a mystery to me. I understand the visual effect for
the audience, but wielding a dildo is never as satisfying as using
your God-given instrument.”

Brie wanted to tell him that he had the most
perfect God-given instrument known to man. Instead, she replied, “I
appreciate your perspective, Sir.”

“It is understandable that Doms and subs
alike crave the newest toy, the latest fad, or the edgiest play,
but in the end it comes down to a couple exploring their innermost
fears and desires. The bells and whistles are really just for show.
It’s the inner struggles and personal triumphs others can’t see
that mark a successful D/s relationship.”

“I agree, Sir. I want to be stretched and
honed all my life. I desire someone who will challenge my fears and
make me confront my hidden desires, especially those I don’t even
know exist yet.”

Sir chuckled lightly. “You will either be a
Dom’s fantasy or his greatest challenge, Brie.”

She almost blurted, “What am I to you, Sir?”
but thankfully her lips remained shut. It was too personal. She
didn’t want to say or do anything that might ruin this time with
him.

An unfamiliar Dom came up to Sir and asked
to speak with him. They moved over to the social area and Brie
stood silently by as the two men discussed the finer points of
clitoral stimulation. She didn’t mind. In fact, she was proud to
stand half-naked beside Sir, listening to the prudent advice he
gave. She imagined other submissives walking past, admiring her red
badges of courage as well as her handsome Dom, and it tickled her
heart.

Auction Day: Mystery Dom

Brie had no idea who would win her for the
fourth auction, or what to expect, since Mr. Gallant hadn’t
assigned them to write in their journals that week. The girls
gathered together with the normal sense of excitement just before
it was to begin. Auction Days were always exhilarating. The sense
of ownership and the thrill of the unknown were an unbeatable
combination.

“You two are going to meet me afterwards,
right?” Brie asked.

“Sorry, can’t,” Mary answered.

“Me neither, Brie,” Lea said. “My mother is
coming into town for the week and I have to get things ready. I’m
going to have to tell her about this course and I am a little
scared, but I don’t really have a choice with these nightly
classes.”

Brie gave her a squeeze. “Good luck with
that, friend. I don’t envy you. However, I insist that we get
together, even if it’s just for an hour tomorrow.”

“Well, if you are willing to meet near my
apartment, we could go out for coffee or something,” Lea
suggested.

Brie turned to Mary. “Will that work for
you?”

“Sure, whatever. At least you aren’t going
to try to point that damn camera at my face.”

Brie momentarily toyed with the idea of
bringing it, just to bug her. “So, we’re agreed. Meet at Starbucks
next to Lea’s place at noon. We can share our experiences
then.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Lea said, pointing
towards the left discreetly. Brie turned and saw Ms. Clark
approaching.

“Miss Bennett, you will be first, then Miss
Wilson, followed by Ms. Taylor. We have an unusual request for this
one. A member of the audience has requested that Miss Bennett wear
a blindfold before bidding begins.” The trainer whipped one out and
proceeded to tie it around her head, a little too tightly for
Brie’s liking.

Ms. Clark whispered, “He must have read
about your weakness, Miss Bennett. I wouldn’t be surprised if you
are thoroughly tested and punished today. I suggest you keep your
eyes glued to the floor if you want the ability to sit by the end
of the evening.” She said it with relish, as if she hoped Brie
would fail and suffer greatly. The woman loved to be right,
especially if it meant Brie was wrong.

Ms. Clark took her by the hand and led her
onto the stage. Brie held her head at a respectful angle and placed
her hands at her sides, open and relaxed. Despite the unusual
circumstance, she would not let this get to her.

“Miss Bennett is twenty-two, with a
bachelor’s degree in filmmaking outside these walls. Her trainers
describe her as dedicated but undisciplined.” Brie forced her jaw
not to drop.
Undisciplined?
That was such an insult!

“Being that this is our fourth auction, we
will begin the bidding at four hundred,” the auctioneer stated.
Brie was gratified that the bidding reached a thousand dollars
before it ended. “Going once… Going twice… Sold to the man in the
front.”