Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (14 page)

She looked at Lea sadly and shook her head,
unable to speak. She didn’t want to go, but her stubbornness and
pride refused to back down. She didn’t even look at the trainers as
she walked away. Her shoes made the same lonely clicking sounds
Teri’s had the night before.

“Brie…”

Sir’s warm voice filled her senses, and she
closed her eyes. His call was filled with gentle longing. Sir
didn’t want her to go. She stopped halfway to the exit and turned
around.

Ms. Clark barked, “We did not give you
permission to leave. Are you quitting the program, Miss
Bennett?”

Brie looked her in the eye and said nothing.
She looked over at Sir and thought she saw the muscle in his jaw
twitch, but his face remained stoic. She looked at Master Coen next
and noticed he had a self-satisfied air about him. When she looked
at Marquis Gray, she felt a shiver of desire and fear. There was no
doubt he wanted her, but he was at her mercy. She had the power to
deny him—to deny them all.

What do I want?

She stood there and no one said a word,
patiently waiting for her answer. Brie searched her heart. Yes, she
wanted Sir more than any other man she’d ever known. However, if
she was honest with herself, she wanted the training even more.
With or without Sir, she
was
a submissive, and this was her
opportunity to delve into all the possibilities that world
afforded.

“I am not quitting the program,” she
announced.

“Then join your trainer on the stage,” Ms.
Clark said curtly, as if nothing had happened.

Both Marquis Gray and Brie walked up to the
stage together. She involuntarily shivered when he put his hand on
her shoulder and squeezed. Brie automatically glanced up and her
blood froze.

“Miss Bennett!” Ms. Clark snapped.

She quickly looked down. The abyss of desire
reflected in Marquis’ eyes frightened her. She had to will herself
not to run.

The bed from the last scene was gone. In its
place was a small silver chest. “Undress for me, pearl.” Brie
thought it odd that he would give her such a pretty name, rather
than ‘slave’ or ‘pet’. She swept the thought aside and stripped
gracefully for him. She was going to give them a show—all of them.
She wanted everyone to know they hadn’t broken her. No, in this
moment she would be the most powerful sub on the planet.

“Turn and close your eyes,” Marquis Gray
commanded as he produced a ribbon of black lace. “I find lace far
more attractive than traditional blindfolds.”

A shiver went down her spine as he gently
but securely tied the lace over her eyes. She could just imagine
how sexy it looked.

He moved away from her, but soon returned,
placing more ribbon in her hand. “It’s black, like your blindfold.
Feel it. I want you to envision what it looks like.” She fingered
the long, narrow length of ribbon. It was silky smooth, incredibly
soft. “This will act as your bonds.”

He replaced the silk with a handful of lace.
“It’s a deep burgundy. Touch it, pet.” Brie played with the lace in
her hands, noting the roughness of it. “This will be caressing your
body in a few minutes.”

The last thing he placed in her hand was
something leather. She could smell it even before he handed it to
her. She felt it with her fingers, instantly identifying it as a
glove. She wondered at its significance.

Marquis Gray took it from her and left her
side again. When he returned, she heard him chuckling under his
breath. Brie held out her hand, but he lifted her other hand and
placed the item in both. She was worried when she felt something
heavy that also smelled of leather. She caressed it with her
fingers and a cold chill gripped her heart. One end was a hard
handle, and the other had numerous leather tendrils.
A
flogger
.

He leaned in close to her ear, his warm
breath on her neck. “I am an expert at what I do. By the time I
finish, you will be begging me for more.” She felt her loins
contract in fear and excitement. She remembered how contented Lea
had looked after spending time with Marquis. Maybe it would be
enjoyable for her, too.

“Are you ready, pearl?”

“Yes, Marquis Gray.”

“No… I think for today’s session I would
prefer that you call me Master.”

She remembered when she’d slipped up and
called him Master in class. It had been embarrassing then, but now
the name held power. She was almost afraid to call him by it.
“Yes…” She paused, then added, “Master.”

“Good.” He took the flogger, and she heard
him move the small chest beside her. She heard the thuds as he
dropped the items back into it. “Put your hands behind your
head.”

Brie crossed her hands behind her neck and
he quickly bound her wrists together. She felt the ends of the
long, silk ribbon tease the small of her back. Then she heard him
slide something across the floor. “Kneel.” She slowly knelt down
and felt the give of a mat beneath her. She held her back straight,
her feet tucked under her ass.

“Do you realize how beautiful you are right
now?” he murmured. “Black lace covering your eyes, the black silk
cascading down your back from your wrists and those delectable
nipples hard with anticipation for what is yet to come…”

He leaned in even closer and said, in a
barely audible whisper, “Clark and Coen wanted to dismiss you after
they learned of Thane’s breach of protocol last night.” Marquis
Gray had given her a gift by confirming Sir’s first name, but the
joy of that was tempered by the knowledge that all of the trainers
knew the nature of her intimate encounter with Sir. He continued,
“But Gallant and I don’t believe such obvious talent should suffer
for Thane’s little indiscretion.” He moved to her other ear. “Prove
those two wrong, my little pearl. Show them that you are more than
Thane’s plaything.”

He stood up and said in a commanding voice,
for everyone to hear, “Lean forward more.”

Brie did as she was told and held her breath
while she waited for the sting of the flogger. Instead, Marquis
Gray’s touch was light as he rubbed the lace against her skin. The
roughness of it felt like a gentle scratch, and Brie relaxed. He
rubbed her upper back just under the shoulder blades on both sides
of her spine. When there was a pleasant warmness to the area, he
began gently slapping her skin with the flat of his palm. It
reminded her of a doctor tapping the vein just before the poke of a
needle.

She sighed nervously. Her body was starting
to tingle in anticipation of her first real flogging, but this
wasn’t punishment. It was somehow sensual—a completely different
animal.

She heard him rifle through the chest. “We
are warming up, pearl. To make this a pleasurable experience, I
need to get your endorphins flowing.” With that, she heard and felt
the stinging slap of the leather glove. She gasped out of surprise,
although it didn’t exactly hurt. “What is your color?” he
asked.

Brie realized he was asking how she was
doing and answered immediately, “Green.”

“Fine.” He brushed her hair to the side so
he had free access to her back. His touch suddenly had a different
feel. Her body was attuned to it, hungry for it.

He addressed the other girls when he spoke.
“Never let an amateur practice flogging on you. It can be a harmful
activity if a novice attempts it. Understand that there are only
certain areas on the human body that can be flogged without causing
damage. Choose an experienced Dom or have your Dominant study and
practice on inanimate objects before he or she ever lays a hand on
you. Am I making myself perfectly clear?”

The girls must have nodded because Marquis
Gray turned his attention back to Brie, tracing a circle on her
back before slapping the area with the glove. The tingling in her
body increased as he continued to strike her with the glove with a
constant, rhythmic pattern. It gave her body the chance to
anticipate each hit, making the little electrical shockwaves of
each contact more enjoyable.

“Color, pearl?” he said in a low, lustful
tone.

“Green.”

“Are you ready for more?”

Her heart quickened. “Yes, Master.”

His baritone laugh caused her juices to
flow. “Ah, I like hearing that word come out of your mouth.” She
heard him discard the glove and assumed he was picking up the
flogger. In her mind, it was a jet black one with fifty tails. She
could just imagine how she looked, her hands still at her neck
bound by the black silk, her eyes covered in lace, her chest
panting rapidly, the skin on her back red from the leather. Then
there was Marquis Gray, poised behind her, ready to lash her with
the menacing-looking flogger. What were the other girls thinking?
How did it make Sir feel?

Brie cleared her mind and readied herself
for the first hit. She had
thought
she was ready, but she
was not. The multiple tails hit the right side of her back with a
loud thud, and she yelped.

“Color?” he asked.

“Yellow.”

“Perfect.” Her Dom stroked her hair with his
free hand, causing a river of tender sensations. “Your endorphins
are starting to flow now. Do you feel it?”

She nodded, hoping he would continue
stroking her hair, but he pulled back and announced, “I am going to
flog you on the other side now. Give in to the sensation. Embrace
it.” She heard the movement in the air before she felt the impact.
A loud thud echoed in her head. This time, she whimpered softly.
Although his swing had been a little harder, it left her feeling
warm.

“Color?”

“Yellowish green.”

He chuckled. “I think you are properly
warmed up, pearl.”

He moved away from her and then the sound of
Mozart suddenly filled the auditorium. He placed something in front
of her and said, “Lean against it. You’ll need the support when you
enter subspace.” She leaned her chest against what must have been a
stool.

He stood behind her and said soothingly,
“Enjoy the ride.”

She took a deep breath, feeling almost
lightheaded. There was no fear, only excitement for what was about
to happen. The rain of blows began in steady rhythm with the music.
Each thud of contact sent waves of electricity through her body.
The sensation started at the point of contact, but grew as it
flowed through her. It reminded her of a drop of rain landing in
still water. Tears of pleasure squeezed themselves through the
blindfold as she let the music and sensations carry her.

Brie was disappointed when he stopped. He
lightly brushed the curve of her neck with his fingers. She moaned
softly at the intimate contact. Then he took the silk hanging from
her wrists and teased her skin with the ends of it. She purred as
the cool silk trailed over her warm back. Her whole body focused on
the erotic feel of it.

“Color?” he growled lustfully. It was
obvious by the tone of his voice that he found his role sexually
exciting.

“Green, Master. Oh, so very green.”

“More then?”

“Please…”

She readjusted herself against the stool,
biting her lower lip as she waited. The music had changed to a
slower melody, and Marquis Gray adjusted his lashes accordingly.
They were coming harder now, bringing with them jolts of electrical
sensation. A tingling started in her toes, then slowly rose through
her body until it seemed to burst from her head. She moaned in
spiritual ecstasy. It was intense, like an orgasm.

She was barely aware when he stopped and
tried talking to her. Brie had to concentrate to make out his
words. “Nod if you are still green.”

With great effort, she nodded slightly.

“Good, pearl. I think that is enough for
your first time.”

Brie slowly shook her head.

“You are going to have to trust me that
you’ve had enough.”

“Please, Master,” she managed to
whisper.

His chuckled lustfully. “Begging for it, are
we?”

She heard him throw the flogger in the
chest, and then he gently untied her wrists. She put them down, but
her arms felt like foreign objects. Marquis Gray picked her up in
his thin but deceptively strong arms and carried her from the
stage. Instead of returning Brie to her seat, he carried her to the
back of the auditorium, where she heard an assistant open a
door.

He put her down on a soft bed and then lay
beside her, pulling her close to him. She could feel the rigidness
of his cock through his thick jeans as it rested against her
buttocks. Marquis untied the blindfold, and she saw they were in a
small room lit by soft candlelight. He used the lace of her
blindfold to caress her skin, starting with her shoulder, moving
over her breasts, lingering near her bellybutton. She lay there
with her eyes closed in total bliss, focusing on the delicious
sensation.

He nuzzled her neck as he let go of the lace
and trailed his fingers to her bare mound. “Your pussy is gorgeous.
Spread it open for me.” She did so without thinking.

His fingers swirled over her clit and she
pressed against him, moaning softly. She felt his cock twitch in
response. It didn’t take much before she was squirming against his
hand, ready to come.

“Would you do another session of your own
free will, pearl?”

“Of course,” she answered dreamily.

“What’s my name?”

“Master.”

He flicked her clit rapidly until she
tensed. Her wet pussy pulsed rhythmically against his hand as her
orgasm crashed over her. The pleasant feeling of the climax
lingered long after it was over. She expected him to take her, but
he didn’t move. She turned her head and whispered, “I would like to
please you.”

Marquis frowned. “Copulating outside of the
stage is not allowed for a trainer. That’s where Thane made his
mistake.”

“But he runs the school. Can’t he bend his
own rules?”