Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (10 page)

“Do you want to come, kitten?”

“If it pleases you, Baron.”

“Good answer…but not yet.”

Baron took full advantage of the swing,
pulling all the way out and then letting her swing right back onto
his hard rod. The explosive jolts from each impact threatened to
overcome her resolve to obey him. Finally, he grabbed onto her hips
and began quick, hard thrusts. She felt his cock grow thicker just
before he came. “Now,” he gasped between ejaculations. She closed
her eyes and allowed the intense throbbing to morph into
pleasurable contractions. Brie cried out as the chills took hold
and she lost touch with reality.

Baron’s warm chuckles brought her back. He
had already pulled out and was standing beside her. “That was a
good effort, my sweet little sex kitten.” He picked her up and
helped her out of the swing. As soon as her feet touched the
ground, the swing rose back up into the ceiling.

Brie had to hold onto him, needing time to
get her legs back. “Thank you, Baron,” she whispered. He ripped off
his mask and bent down to kiss her with those thick, warm lips.

She struggled to get her clothes back on,
and then turned to Sir and the other trainers.

“What did you learn, Miss Bennett?” Sir
asked.

“That I don’t want to disappoint my
Dom.”

“Good.”

Ms. Clark stood up, obviously still unhappy.
“The next time I see you staring into the eyes of your Dom when it
is not appropriate, I will punish you myself.”

“Yes, Mistress Clark,” Brie answered.

The hostile trainer seemed to appreciate the
title Brie gave her, and her expression softened a little. She sat
down without another word.

Brie left the stage and walked over to her
seat. Instead of lecturing them further, Marquis Gray handed out
paper and told them to write down what they had learned from their
fellow classmates. She was the last one to finish. When she had
handed in her paper to Marquis Gray, Sir dismissed the group. The
second night of training was officially over.

She felt a profound sense of loss, knowing
that Sir did not want her. She got up slowly and groaned. Her feet
were on fire, protesting vehemently against the torturous shoes.
With gritty determination, she walked gracefully towards the
auditorium door. Just as she touched the latch Sir said, “Miss
Bennett, proceed to room two.”

Brie almost squealed like a little girl, but
somehow kept her composure. She said loudly, “Yes, Sir!” and
disappeared through the door before she could make a fool of
herself.

The Power of
His
Touch

Brie walked down to room two, no longer
concerned about her aching feet. She tried to open the door but
found it locked. She stood there alone with her eyes directed at
the floor, waiting for Sir to join her.
Be still my heart
,
she repeated to herself, many times over. It seemed like an
eternity before she heard his footsteps coming down the
corridor—long, confident strides.

Sir did not acknowledge her, but went to
unlock the door. As he entered the room, he said quietly,
“Follow.”

Brie immediately moved behind him, and then
gasped when she saw the interior of the room. There was the same
table with leather straps that she’d seen on the website. That
picture of it had convinced her to start the submissive training in
the first place.

“How did you know?” she whispered.

“Know what, Miss Bennett?”

“That I wanted this.”

Sir laughed lightly. “The way you responded
to Miss Wilson’s lesson today made it fairly obvious.” She was
embarrassed, but grateful he could easily read her desires. He
pointed towards two chairs in the corner. “I want to talk to you
before we begin.”

She nodded, and sat down only after Sir took
a seat.

“Miss Bennett, you should know that I am
breaking protocol here. Normally, a trainer does not interact with
a student, but I am not a man who is easily denied. I have wanted
to take your sweet little ass ever since I saw you bend over the
box of cigarettes in the tobacco shop. As headmaster of this
school, I know where your training is headed and if I want your
virginity, I need to take it now.”

His words sent shivers of delight through
her body. “I understand, Sir.”

“You can refuse me.”

“I do not wish to, Sir.”

“Fine. Then undress and kneel beside
me.”

Brie forced herself to breathe normally as
she slowly and sensually took off her clothes for him. She folded
them in a neat pile and then knelt down beside her Sir. He began
stroking her hair, making her purr inside.

“I saw how you handled yourself after we
left the room earlier. I was pleased with your obedience.” Brie had
known
there were cameras. “I appreciated that you stood up
for Ms. Taylor.”

Brie looked up and smiled at him. “Thank
you, Sir.”

“Although I agree with Ms. Clark that you
have an eye contact issue, I understood your need for it in the
auditorium with Baron.” He glanced down at her with a glint in his
eye. “I enjoyed watching you train with him tonight.” He continued
to play with her hair and her whole body tingled with bliss. “I
have a question for you, however.”

She looked deep into his eyes. Whatever he
wanted to know was his for the asking. “What, Sir?”

“Tell me, what did Tono say to you at the
end of your first session today?”

“He said that he would come back for
me.”

“Hmm…” Sir rubbed his chin thoughtfully and
was silent for a moment. “It appears he, as well as another Dom, is
infatuated with you. After we finish here, I want you to follow me
to my office. There is something I need to give you, Miss
Bennett.”

Before she could respond, Sir pulled her
head back and kissed her roughly. All reasoning left her when she
felt his insistent lips on hers.

He picked her up in one swift motion and
carried her to the table. He strapped her wrists down first,
leaving no room for movement. Before he secured her ankles, he took
one of her feet gently in his hand. “I see those shoes are doing a
number on your pretty little feet. Does it hurt?”

“Not much,” she lied.

He smiled and lightly caressed them. “My
devoted little student,” he murmured. Then he secured her ankles so
that her legs were spread and ready for him.

Sir walked to the other side of the room and
opened a door. She heard the sound of running water. When he came
back, he had a wet cloth in his hand. He used it to tenderly bathe
her entire body. Every time the cloth began to get cold, he went
back to the room and rinsed it with warm water. By the time he was
finished, she felt completely clean and fresh.

He put the cloth away and shut the door
quietly. Instead of coming to her, he leaned against the wall and
stared at Brie—at her naked body, strapped down and eager for him.
She basked in his gaze. It was just like the website photo; her
fantasies were now her reality.

“Some men think they need toys to excite a
woman, but I don’t believe that. No, I believe firmly in the power
of touch.” He continued to gaze at Brie, without making a move
towards her. The fact he was taking his time made her want him all
the more.

When Sir finally pushed away from the wall
and walked towards her, she was literally trembling in
anticipation. When his hand lightly touched her stomach, she
gasped. All her awareness was focused on that one area. He gave her
a leisurely smile as his fingers made their way up to her breasts.
Brie closed her eyes when they made contact with her hard nipples.
She moaned without meaning to and heard his light chuckle.

“That’s it, Brie. Give in to your
desire.”

Hearing Sir call her by her given name
affected her deeply. She began panting, unsure if she could handle
his lovemaking.

He bent over her and began sucking on her
left nipple. She bit her lip, trying not to cry out like a silly
girl. Sir pinched her other nipple and then started sucking harder.
She arched her back in response, moaning his name.

He reached one of his hands between her legs
and felt her excitement. “You’re one hot, little sub,” he murmured
seductively. “Something tells me your body is aching for me to fuck
your sweet, virginal ass.”

Brie whimpered and rubbed her eager pussy
against his hand. He penetrated her moist depths with his middle
finger. “Hot and willing, are you?” Sir pulled his finger out of
her wet pussy and then pressed his tongue against her throbbing
clit. He started licking the sensitive nodule as he pushed his
slippery finger against her anus. She cried out passionately as he
pushed his finger into her nasty little hole.

“Oh, this virgin may be tight, but she wants
my cock stroking her in the ass,” he said confidently. She nodded
in agreement, too embarrassed to agree with him out loud.

Sir would have none of it. “What does this
little virgin want?”

Brie paused a few seconds before answering.
“To be taken by you, Sir.”

“Beg for it, Brie.”

“Please, Sir. Take my virginal ass with your
cock.”

“Do you want me to be gentle or rough?”

Again, she paused. “Whatever is your
pleasure, Sir.”

“So agreeable, like a proper submissive,” he
growled. “I think it pleases me to give you both…”

He quickly undid the restraints and told her
to get on her hands and knees. He strapped down her wrists so that
she rested her weight on her forearms. Then he buckled her ankles
in place, leaving her with her legs spread apart and her ass in the
air.

With unhurried motions, Sir undressed in
front of her, exposing his manly chest first. It was covered in
dark hair and well-defined muscles. She watched with desperate
interest as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off, along with
his briefs. His cock was princely, perfectly portioned with a thick
base and a slightly longer than normal shaft.

“Oh, yes. This entire cock is going deep
inside you today,” he assured her.

Sir moved onto the table and positioned
himself behind her. He caressed her round buttocks, squeezing them
in his hands before lightly slapping each. “There is nothing
sweeter than a virginal ass begging to be fucked. Tell me again
what you want, Brie.”

“I want you deep inside me, Sir.”

“As you wish.”

She suddenly felt cold gel drip into the
crease of her buttocks, and then Sir’s finger pushed the cool
liquid into her warm, puckered hole. He soon replaced his probing
finger with his sizable cock. He wasted little time forcing the
head of his shaft into her. Brie gasped and panted as she grew used
to the new sensation. Even after the butt plug the day before, she
found his cock stretching her in places never tried before. It
almost hurt, but her body needed him so badly.

“Relax, Brie. Let my cock dominate you,” he
murmured, stroking her hair. Sir reached around and began caressing
her breasts as he groaned passionately in her ear. Centimeter by
centimeter, Sir made his way into her tight, virginal hole. He
opened her up more the deeper he pushed. “We’re halfway, Brie. Do
you think you can take more?”

She didn’t know how, but she wanted more and
answered, “All of you, Sir.”

He grabbed her waist and began thrusting,
slowly and sensually. The concentrated movement relaxed her tight
muscles and he finally pushed his entire cock into her resistant
depths. She moaned at the sensation of fullness his thick cock gave
her.

“Now that I have given it to you gently, I
think it is time I switched gears.”

She whimpered, despite her hungering desire
for him.

“I want to hear your unrestrained cries when
I fuck your little ass. Don’t hold anything back.”

“Yes, my Sir.”

“
My
Sir—now that’s a little
presumptuous of you, isn’t it?” he chuckled, before giving a quick
and hearty thrust into her ass. Brie squealed at the intensity of
it. “Would you like another?” he asked.

She nodded her head enthusiastically, but
said nothing.

“No, Brie, you must voice your desire.”

“Please, Sir, may I have another?”

The instant the words left her mouth, his
cock thrust deep and true. She cried out, surprised at the depth of
his penetration. “Now, Brie. Would you like me to fuck your sexy
little ass?”

“If it pleases you, Sir.”

She felt his hand tighten around her waist
while she waited for his pounding. Sir’s thrusts became hard and
commanding. She started to moan and then cried out, holding nothing
back as his hard shaft stroked the inside of her tight hole.

Sir’s groans of pleasure were music to her
ears. To please her Sir was Brie’s deepest desire, so when his
fingers entered her wet pussy and he ordered her to orgasm, she
released all her pent-up passion and came violently around his
fingers.

His surprised groan sent a second wave of
pleasure crashing over her. As if he couldn’t take it, he
immediately grabbed her hips and began stroking into her ass for
all he was worth. She reveled in it, loving every second of his
passionate pounding. She screamed out his name when he stiffened
inside her and began bathing her ass with his hot seed.
There is
no greater joy than this!

When Sir finally pulled out of her, he
seemed more vulnerable, more approachable. She longed to be
released from her bonds so that she could wrap her arms around him
and kiss him all over. Instead, he turned away and got dressed.

When Sir came back to her side, he was once
again the authoritative headmaster. He undid her straps and ordered
to her to get dressed. Brie had to move slowly, still shaking from
the heated exchange.

“Don’t put your shoes on yet,” he told
her.

After she was fully dressed, he called her
to kneel beside him. He stroked her long hair in such a loving
manner. It made her wish she could remain beside him like this
forever. Eventually, he ordered her to stand up. She did so
gracefully, desiring to please him. She desperately wanted to gaze
into his eyes, and silently begged him to speak to her.