Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (6 page)

Sir was silent until they were inside his
office. He shut the door behind her before asking, “What are your
thoughts?”

“I am having a paradigm shift, Sir.
Everything that I thought I knew about myself seems to be wrong. Is
this real, or am I deceiving myself because of the new
environment?”

“I told you to follow your instincts. Have
you been doing that?”

She shrugged. “Yes, but what does that
prove?”

“Who you truly are is made clear when you
respond instinctively.”

“But why wouldn’t I know myself better by
the age of twenty-two?”

He graced her with a charming grin. “You
haven’t been with the right people or in the right situations.”

Brie looked down at the floor. “I feel so
confused right now.”

“Did you enjoy tonight?”

“Yes.”

“Brie.” It was the first time he’d called
her by her first name. “I believe you are a rare commodity. You
long to please the man you are with, no matter who he is. Now I
want to test the limits of what you will do for him.”

Having Sir speak to her so positively made
her uncomfortable. For some reason, it was easier to be criticized
than to be praised by him. “I would hate to disappoint you,
Sir.”

“Be yourself and you won’t.”

Brie nodded, relieved nothing more was
required of her.

He asked, “Are you ready to finish your
first day of training?”

She looked up at the clock and saw that
there were less than thirty minutes left. “Yes, Sir.”

They made their way back to the auditorium.
Before they entered, Sir leaned towards her and said in an intimate
whisper, “I will be the one to take your virginal bottom
tomorrow.”

Brie stopped in her tracks. The rush she
felt was disconcerting. She forced herself to continue following
him, but she stumbled in her shoes. He did not reprimand her, but
she silently screamed at her shoes,
I will fucking conquer
you!

She stared at Sir exclusively as he recapped
the evening’s events and asked the panel of instructors to share
their final thoughts. When midnight rolled around, Sir spoke to
their dwindling class.

“Congratulations, submissives. You have
survived your first day of training. We started with six and are
now down to four. Look around you. I predict that after tomorrow,
at least one of you will be gone. Get some rest—I promise tomorrow
will be even more thrilling than today.” Sir looked at Brie
briefly, with a hint of a smile on his face, before he walked out
of the room.

His smile did Brie in. She was consumed with
the thought of being possessed by Sir. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon
enough.

Making an
Impression

Brie woke up and immediately put on her
six-inch heels as per the instructions of her teacher, Mr. Gallant.
On her first day at the Submissive Training Center, she’d made a
bad first impression by stumbling around. She was taking her
homework assignment seriously, determined not to let those damn
shoes embarrass her again.

While teetering on the impossible heels, she
made a pot of coffee and ate a simple breakfast of toast with a
sunny side up egg on top. Unfortunately, she rolled her ankle when
transferring the egg from the stove onto her plate and felt a
shooting pain travel up her leg. She ignored it—the shoes would not
get the best of her. Her goal was to impress Sir.

He’d promised that tonight would be their
first time together as Dom and submissive. The butterflies she felt
just thinking about it made food difficult to swallow. After taking
only a few bites, she threw her breakfast in the trash and got
dressed for work.

When she entered the tobacco shop, Mr.
Reynolds coughed loudly and said, “Um, Brie, what’s going on?”

“What?”

“You’re overdressed for this place.”

She looked down at the simple white blouse
and purple skirt. Neither was remarkable, so she figured the shoes
made the outfit seem sexier than it was. “Just felt like being a
little different today.”

He was staring at her legs in a way he never
had before. It gave her a thrill, even it if was only Mr. Reynolds.
“You might cause a few heart attacks among our older clientele,” he
commented before walking off.

Brie stifled a grin. A pair of shoes could
make that kind of difference?
I never knew…

She moved about the tiny shop more than
usual, practicing her grace while walking. She had to slow her
movements and as a result, everything she did felt more sensual.
She even caught Jeff checking her out on several occasions. The
lazy little shit suddenly became helpful, handing her merchandise
with which to stock the shelves. It was amusing, but the boy was
uncouth enough to stare at her ass without shame. She had to shoo
him away.

Unfortunately, all of her practice left her
feet excruciatingly sore by the end of her shift. Every step was so
painful that she worried about stumbling just as badly as the first
night.

The submissive training started at seven PM
and lasted until midnight. She was required to wear a school
uniform, but it was not a typical ensemble. The sexy uniform
consisted of a miniskirt, a leather corset, crotchless hose, a
thong, and—of course—the shoes.

Brie applied her makeup with care and added
a few extra curls to frame her young face. She wanted to look
irresistible for Sir. They were going to couple that night in the
most intimate of ways. He had promised to take her anal virginity
and although the prospect was intimidating, the thought of having
Sir as her partner made her wet with anticipation.

Not wanting to be late, she arrived at the
Training Center fifteen minutes early. It took longer to walk to
her class because of her aching feet. To her credit, she still
moved with grace and made it to Mr. Gallant’s class before the bell
rang.

Sadly, there were only four girls now. Two
had quit during the first day of training because the lessons had
proved too challenging. She knew the first few days of training
were designed to weed out any casual submissives, and wondered what
this session would bring.

Brie looked around the room at the remaining
women—Sanders (the small brunette with a secret whipping fetish),
Blonde Nemesis (Brie’s rival), and Ms. Taylor (the girl with the
perky fake boobs). Based on what Sir had said the night before, at
least one of them would leave the program by the end of the night.
She wondered which of the three it would be, because there was
no way
it was going to be her.

Mr. Gallant started class five minutes
before the bell rang. “As with last night, we have a lot to cover,
so let us begin.” The wiry little man walked around the room,
observing the students carefully as he spoke. “You may think that
being a submissive is purely a sexual act, but you would be wrong.
Whenever a sub is in her Dom’s presence, every movement, every
word, even her eyes should convey her respect for the Dom. It
doesn’t matter where she is or what she is doing.”

Brie raised her hand. When he eventually
called on her, she asked, “But what if you are in public? Are you
still supposed to bow and call him Master?”

“That would be foolish, unless your Dom has
specifically asked you to behave in that manner. Normally, there is
a different protocol depending on the environment. It is something
you should discuss with your individual Doms.”

Brie thought back to the beautiful redhead
who had been with Sir at the tobacco shop. The only thing that had
seemed odd between them was that she’d called him Sir. Otherwise,
the two had seemed like an ordinary couple.

Mr. Gallant continued, “Tonight you will be
learning basic commands and rules of etiquette. Although we will
teach you what is commonly expected, your Dom’s particular
preference is the only thing that matters to you.”

Blond Nemesis blurted her question without
waiting to be called on. “So basically, we just do what we’ve been
trained to do unless our Dom says differently?”

Mr. Gallant paused before answering, “Don’t
assume anything. Why take the risk of displeasing him or her?
Always
ask your Dom when in doubt.” He moved over to her
desk and said in a subdued voice, “By the way, Miss Wilson, you
must raise your hand and wait to be called on in this class.
Another such outburst will not be tolerated.”

Brie smiled, enjoying her rival being
properly chastised in front of the class. Mr. Gallant frowned. “And
you, Miss Bennett, must learn to keep your feelings to
yourself.”

She was sure the other girls were silently
laughing at her expense.

Hell, I deserve it,
she thought,
appreciating the irony of the situation
.
“I’m sorry, Mr.
Gallant. It won’t happen again.”

He accepted her apology with a curt nod and
added, “You should be supporting and learning from one another
during the next six weeks. Anything less is a waste of this
valuable opportunity. Have I made myself clear?”

Brie thought it was unfair that he was
picking on her when Blonde Nemesis was the real problem. However,
she took his reprimand to heart and bowed her head. “I
understand.”

He said kindly, “Miss Bennett, when you are
in my class you will look me in the eye. I am your teacher and you
are my student, no different than any other teacher you’ve
had.”

She raised her head and he gave her a hint
of a smile. Then he turned to the rest of the class. “However, you
are expected to behave quite differently outside this classroom.
When you are in the presence of the other Dominants you do
not
make eye contact.”

He’d said
other Dominants
. Did that
mean he was a Dominant himself? She’d expected as much. What would
it be like to be under the power of a man like that? She doubted he
was sadistic, but he was certainly imposing despite his small
stature.

Brie was thankful Mr. Gallant couldn’t read
her mind. He continued the lesson without interruption. “Eyes will
be kept downward at all times, unless you are being directly spoken
to by the Dom in charge of you.”

She started sweating. It would be far too
easy to accidentally look into the eyes of other people. It was an
ingrained habit of hers. She couldn’t trust people unless she did.
This new task might prove harder than walking in the damn
shoes.

Mr. Gallant broke her train of thought with
his commanding voice. “During your first practicum today, you will
be working on proper body language. Every part of your body needs
to express your submissiveness, things as simple as the placement
of your arms and hands. I should not see anyone cross their arms or
close their fists. Your lips should remain slightly open and supple
at all times. Even the tilt of your head matters. Constantly ask
yourself, ‘Is my body communicating openness and willingness to
please?’ He pointed at each girl. “Why don’t you check yourselves
right now? Is your body open or closed? Adjust accordingly.”

Brie noticed her legs were crossed, so she
uncrossed them and sat up straight. She relaxed her mouth a little
and put her hands on the desk in front of her. Mr. Gallant nodded
towards her and then turned to the girl with perky boobs. “Ms.
Taylor, you must sit up straight at all times. Slouching is a sign
of disrespect.”

The girl blushed and sat up quickly.

“Miss Sanders, even if your eyes are down,
you should always turn your head towards your Dom or trainer so he
or she knows you are being attentive.”

The tiny brunette had been looking at the
cuticles on her right hand. She put her hands in her lap and
answered, “Sorry, Mr. Gallant.”

He moved on to Blondie. “Miss Wilson, you
look like a proper submissive.” She dropped her eyes down and gave
a self-satisfied smile. “Except for that just now. A smile at the
floor can be interpreted as defiance.”

“Yes, Mr. Gallant.”

“Class, as submissives you are poetry in
motion. Every movement you make should be graceful and
alluring—whether you are kneeling before your Dom or doing the
dishes. However, any movement to draw attention to yourself is
unacceptable, such as sticking your chest out to show off your
breasts or even tossing your hair. It shows a lack of modesty and
control.”

Sanders raised her hand and waited to be
called on. “But wouldn’t our Doms want that?”

“Your Dom expects you to follow his orders
to the letter. Controlling your movements signifies to him, and
everyone else in the room, that you respect his leadership.”

“I guess that makes sense,” she mumbled.

“Even the words
you use are of extreme importance. It is common practice for
submissives to answer in a positive manner, even when indicating
no. An example of a negative response would be, ‘No, Sir, only if
it pleases you’. Such an answer lets your Dom know your preference,
but allows him to make the final decision. If you want to answer
affirmatively, say, ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘If it pleases you, Sir’. If you
feel neutral, a good answer would be, ‘As you say, Sir’.”

“What if he does something you don’t want?”
Taylor asked. Mr. Gallant stared at her until she meekly raised her
hand.

“Yes, Ms. Taylor?”

She slouched in her chair out of shame and
repeated the question.

The man was not amused. “Are you trying to
insult me on purpose?”

Ms. Taylor looked stunned and shook her
head.

“Then sit up.”

Blonde Nemesis let out a snicker. The glare
Mr. Gallant shot her rival sent shivers down Brie’s spine. She
hoped never to see that look directed at her.

He answered Taylor as if nothing had
happened, once she was sitting properly. “It is common to have
established safety words, such as the colors red, yellow and green
to indicate comfort level. However, if you have chosen well you
should not have to worry about your Dom doing anything to harm you.
Yes, he may push your limits in order to help you grow, but a good
Dominant cares about the well-being of his sub.”