Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (8 page)

Marquis Gray’s voice was smooth and
dangerous. “You seem to have a power over your Doms that needs
correction. I wouldn’t want to see it crushed as it is a part of
your charm. However, it needs to be reined in.”

Sir had only one comment. “Go home tonight
and practice your transitions, as Master Coen suggested.”

“It will be my pleasure, Sir.” She looked
into his eyes, hoping for a sign of approval, but his expression
was nondescript.

He ordered, “Class, you will now present
yourselves to your Doms and please them as they see fit.”

Brie hid her disappointment and immediately
dropped to the floor. “Not here,” Tono said. He held out his hand
and helped her up. “Move over to the mirror. I want you to watch me
enjoy your body.” She allowed him to guide her and waited for his
first command.

“Present yourself to me,” he said huskily.
She got into position, straining to arch her back in a beautiful
curved shape with her legs spread, just as he had instructed. She
kept her head down, waiting for his next order.

Brie heard him undress and her loins burned
with desire. There was something intoxicating about this Dom. It
was obvious he had been handpicked for her based on the
questionnaire she had filled out, but it was more than just his
looks. She felt a deeper connection.

Tono positioned himself behind her and then
commanded, “Look in the mirror.”

She lifted her head and looked into the
reflection. His eyes radiated fiery lust, making her moan softly.
He heard it and smiled. “Yes, let me hear your pleasure.”

Brie purred, “Yes, Tono.”

He grabbed her hair and pulled it back as he
rubbed his hard shaft against her swollen pussy. Watching this
beautiful man about to mount her was more than she could take. Her
passionate cry echoed through the room when he held her waist and
penetrated her. Tono’s cock was thick, giving her a satisfying
sense of being filled. He plunged deeper into her willing depths.
She moaned for him, loving the way he stroked her with his
manhood.

Tono leaned forward and murmured, “Look me
in the eye, my little sex slave.”

This Dom knew Brie’s desire and wanted her
to get lost in his gaze. She stared into those gorgeous brown eyes
as he took pleasure in her body, his thrusts hard and
demanding.

“Toriko, you have the prettiest
honey-colored eyes.” He added lustfully, “And I like the way your
tits bounce with each thrust of my cock.”

She asked, not wanting to break his command,
“May I look, Tono?”

“I want you to.”

She looked down at her dancing breasts. With
each hard stroke, they bounced delightfully. It gave her a sense of
power knowing her breasts heightened his enjoyment. She gazed into
his eyes again and smiled—her smile just for him. Tono was
intoxicating.

“I shall plant my seed deep inside you,
toriko.” She moaned loudly, wanting to feel his come bathe her
insides. He took both hands and grabbed her buttocks, commanding
that she arch her back farther, keeping her eyes on him as he
came.

Then Tono released his passionate wrath on
her body. She couldn’t breathe as he rammed her with his shaft. It
was amazing and frightening, the way he owned her with his cock.
She never broke eye contact with her Dom. She knew the moment he
released his seed inside her and her entire body hummed with
pleasure.

“Thank you, Tono, thank you…” she
whispered.

He slowed down, but remained inside her. He
looked at her in the mirror, commanding something with his eyes
that he did not voice. Suddenly, the delayed contractions of a
sweet orgasm took her and she caressed his manhood with her climax.
Wetness flowed from inside her depths, spilling out when he
disengaged from her.

“That’s my good love slave,” he said,
petting her long hair. “Now clean it up with your panties.” She did
so immediately, embarrassed to have made a mess. He took the thong
from her and kissed it. “This, I keep.”

Both dressed quietly while the others
finished with their sessions. Before he left, she knelt beside him
and bowed. “Thank you, Tono.”

He told her to lift her head up and then
said softly, so only she could hear, “I will be back for you.”

She smiled at him affectionately. “If it
pleases you.”

When he left, she turned in the direction of
the four trainers. She kept her head bowed in the respectful
kneeling position she preferred. After all the men had left, Sir
spoke to the class. “Those who have not been called to meet
privately will proceed to the commons. Someone will come to get you
for the second practicum.”

Brie watched poor Taylor follow the silent
and foreboding Marquis out of the room. She could see Taylor
shaking. How bad would her punishment be? At least the girl always
had the option to quit if it got too rough.

Sir nodded to Blonde Nemesis and only said
one word. “Follow.”

Brie watched helplessly as Sir left with
her. To keep herself from falling apart, she reflected on Tono’s
lovemaking. Even if Sir no longer wanted her, at least she had a
Dom she adored.

Facing the Unknown

Brie and Sanders proceeded to the commons
and found a lovely salad and some wine set out for them. The two
sat down and began eating quietly. “What’s your first name?” Brie
asked between bites.

“Teri.”

Brie held out her hand. “Well, hello, Teri.
My name is Brie.”

Teri took her hand and shook it firmly.
“Pleasure to make your acquaintance. Hey, do you think Taylor will
be okay?”

“I have to believe the school wouldn’t be
world renowned if they abused their students.”

“I know, but man, I wouldn’t want to be her
right now. That was brave of you to stick up for her like you
did.”

“I just hated how Blondie—I mean,
Wilson—tattled on her. Especially after Mr. Gallant instructed us
to support each other.”

“Yeah, I don’t trust that woman farther than
I can throw her. I can’t believe she is getting special treatment
from Sir for being a rat.”

Teri couldn’t have known how her words would
affect Brie. She suddenly imagined Sir mounting Blondie as they
spoke, and it made her blood run ice cold. “Oh well, eventually
she’ll get hers,” she grumbled.

They were finishing their meal when Taylor
walked in. Her eyeliner was smeared on her cheeks as if she’d been
crying, but she seemed peaceful. She sat down next to them and
started to eat.

“Are you okay?” Brie asked.

She looked up from her food and nodded. Then
she went back to eating in silence.

“Are you planning on staying in the
program?” Teri asked.

Again, she looked up and nodded, but didn’t
speak.

Brie decided to ask her a question that
could not be answered with a simple yes or no. “So, my name is Brie
and this is Teri. What’s your name?”

Taylor smiled and started playing with her
food instead of answering them. Brie looked over at Teri and
shrugged.

Taylor pushed her plate over, and Brie saw
that she had spelled out the name ‘Lea’ in green beans.

“Your name is Lea?” Brie asked.

She nodded and took the plate back, stabbing
the green beans and eating them with gusto.

“I guess she isn’t allowed to talk as part
of her punishment,” Teri commented.

“Yep, that’s a safe bet,” Brie agreed. She
patted Lea on the back. “I’m glad you’re staying with us. I enjoy
your jokes.”

Lea’s eyes sparkled. Brie could tell they
were going to be good friends.

Soon after, Blonde Nemesis joined them. She,
too, was quiet. Brie examined her, trying to discern whether she
had coupled with Sir or not, but Blondie’s face was unreadable. The
girl picked up her plate and moved to another table to eat. Her
lack of gloating spoke volumes.

Master Coen eventually came to the commons
to direct them to the second practicum. If Sir was planning to
dominate her tonight, this would be when he’d do it. The end of the
second night was fast approaching.

The girls walked into the auditorium and sat
at the front, just as they had the night before. Sir did not waste
any time. “As with last night’s practicum, we want you to observe
and learn from your classmates. There is no point in repeating a
lesson when you are perfectly capable of learning from each
other.”

Marquis Gray stood up and called out, “Miss
Wilson, you will be our first tonight.”

She nodded in his direction, looking a bit
sheepish. Then she gracefully walked up the stairs to the stage and
turned towards the little group. Her eyes rested on Brie. There was
an unmistakable look of hatred in them.
Good.
Sir had not
shown her any ‘special treatment’. Brie smiled back at her
sweetly.

Marquis Gray stated, “Miss Wilson, last
night you faced an activity you claimed to dislike with a Dom that
you did not find attractive. Tonight, the same partner will join
you on the stage to help you experience something unknown. We want
to see how you adapt to new situations and to what level you trust
your Dom.”

Brie was confused. It did not seem that Sir
was going to take her after all. It robbed her of the joy she’d
been carrying all day. She struggled not to pout as she watched
Blondie get her wrists bound to her ankles and then be gagged by
her Dom, a man who resembled a scrawny computer nerd. It looked
extremely uncomfortable, but the girl never once lost her look of
serenity. Blondie responded to her Dom’s caresses, groaning in
pleasure when he took off her thong and started playing with her
pussy. “Don’t move,” he commanded.

He began by teasing her with his fingers,
tongue…and teeth. She gave a muffled cry when he thrust his fingers
deep into her pussy. It was obvious from her abundant juices that
she was enjoying his attention. He finally released the gag and
commanded that she suck him dry. She eagerly latched on to his thin
cock and sucked with fervor.

He had complete control over her because her
wrists were bound to her ankles. He thrust his shaft repeatedly
into her mouth, ordering her to take it deep. She moaned in
pleasure, apparently enjoying his rough treatment.

Brie assumed he would come in her mouth, but
he abruptly stopped and left the stage for a couple of seconds. He
returned with a large purple dildo and told her to spread her legs
farther. He slowly inserted it into her vagina, and then the air
filled with the distinct sound of humming. Blondie whimpered in
pleasure, obviously enjoying the vibration of the toy.

He thrust his cock back into her mouth and
started pumping away. “I want you to come when I do.” Blondie
looked up at her Dom in lustful adoration. It didn’t take long
before he tensed and shouted, “Come for your Master!”

Blondie clamped down on the dildo between
her legs and started groaning as he came in her mouth. The excess
of his ejaculation dripped down her chin. Brie felt a gush of
wetness between her own legs. Why she was getting horny watching
Blondie orgasm was beyond her, but what made it even worse was that
she didn’t have panties on. Tono had taken off with them. She
shifted uncomfortably, realizing she had just made the seat
slippery with her juices.

Blondie thanked her Dom after she was
unbound, and walked unsteadily back to her seat, weak from the
sexual encounter. Sir stood up and spoke. “That was enjoyable to
watch, Miss Wilson. I take it you were pleased by the scene your
Dom set up?” Blondie nodded. “Well done.”

Sir then looked at Brie. “What is your
problem, Miss Bennett?”

She wanted to curl up and die, but she
answered him clearly. “I have made the seat moist, Sir. I have no
underwear.”

Brie saw a smile tug at his lips. “Is that
because you enjoyed the scene?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Very good.”

From out of nowhere, an assistant came up
and handed her a small towel. She tried not to think about everyone
watching her as she cleaned off the vinyl seat. She sat on the
towel, to prevent any more issues. Brie stared straight ahead and
ignored Blondie’s barely audible laughter.

“Ms. Taylor, please join your partner on the
stage,” Marquis Gray announced. Lea walked onto the stage and met
her Dom, a large, roly-poly man. Brie watched as he undressed her,
exposing her recent punishment for all to see. Lea had red welts on
her buttocks. Brie was surprised when Lea glanced quickly in
Marquis’ direction and smiled.
Did she enjoy her
punishment?

Sir called her on it. “Ms. Taylor, all
smiles should be directed at your Dom and no one else.” She bowed
to Sir, and then turned to her Dom and bowed.

He accepted her silent apology and directed
her to lie on the mat he had laid out. A table stocked with items
had been produced between scenes. He picked up a long red candle
and a box of matches from it.

He knelt beside her and with slow precision,
he lit the candle and watched it burn. Once it started dripping
wax, he commanded, “Arch your back.”

Taylor arched her back beautifully,
thrusting her chest in the air. He tilted the candle over her right
breast and let the hot wax run onto her nipple. Brie noticed that
she jumped, but Lea did not make a sound. The liquid wax slowly
traveled down her round breast to her rib cage and onto the
mat.

Her massive Dom switched to the left breast
and let the wax drip onto that nipple as well. She jumped again,
making Brie wonder just how hot the wax was. He stood up and
retrieved another candle. “I want to see you pleasure yourself with
it.”

Lea took it from him and slid it between her
legs. She rubbed it against her pussy as he continued to tease her
with the hot wax. Lea inserted the tip of the candle inside her and
lifted her hips up. She started pumping it into herself and her Dom
growled in satisfaction.