Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (16 page)

Brie closed her eyes, imagining Sir’s naked
body next to hers. He looked distressed, so she lightly caressed
the crease of his brow. “I think sometimes a good Dominant needs
the chance to let go,” she told him. He smiled slightly but said
nothing.

She took matters into her own hands and
straddled his hips, rubbing her groin against his hardening cock.
“You don’t have to say or do anything. Just lie there and let your
sub love on your body.” She whipped off her top and smiled down at
him.

His eyes softened as he reached up and
caressed her breasts. Brie tugged and pulled on her nipples,
envisioning that her hands were his. She leaned over so he could
take her nipple in his mouth.

Sir sucked hard, the way he had the other
night. She moaned as her body responded to the memory of it. “Sir,
I like that you know what my body needs.”

After giving ample attention to one, he
switched to the other nipple. She cried out again, loving the way
he suckled her. This time she felt a small contraction in her
loins. Her fantasy was definitely working.

She left him for a moment to pull off her
panties and skirt. She wanted him to admire her bare little pussy.
She stood up on the bed and straddled him so he could get a nice,
long look. “Do you like?” she asked playfully. He nodded and
reached up to touch it.

Brie brought her finger to her pussy and
played with it, just as Sir was in her mind. Her body wiggled and
squirmed at the intimate contact. “You’re so wet, Brie,” he said
hoarsely.

“Wet for you, Sir.” She slowly descended on
his rigid manhood. Even though she was wet and ready for him, his
cock still stretched her. She groaned in delight.

“Are you going to fuck me, sub?”

“Yes, Sir. This sub is going to fuck you to
her heart’s content.”

He chuckled beneath her. Oh, how Brie loved
the sound of his laughter! She pushed his entire length into her
moist tunnel and then began rocking against his shaft. He grabbed
her buttocks with his large hands, pushing himself in deeper.

Brie pushed the toy inside her opening and
felt it vibrate against her vaginal walls. She imagined his cock
exploring her depths and thrust her hips to meet his mighty
thrusts. In her mind, she pressed her hands against his chest so
she had the leverage to grind harder.

“You want it deep, don’t you?” he
growled.

“As fast and deep as I can take it, Sir.”
Brie returned the bullet to her sensitive clit. It twitched
pleasantly.
Getting close…

She pulled herself up to the tip of his cock
and then slid back down on it. He liked it so much that he lifted
her to do it again. “God, there is nothing as beautiful as that,”
he groaned, and then he threw his head back. “I’m going to come if
you don’t stop.”

“Ah, but that’s my decision, isn’t it? I’m
in control here.”

He gazed at her lustfully. As a talented
Dom, he had to control his orgasms for scenes, but not this time.
She leaned over to his ear and whispered, “I want you to give in to
the pleasure completely. Let yourself come with no thought for
anyone else.”

He grunted in frustration. “I can’t.”

She pulled herself up again and slowly, ever
so slowly, descended back onto his glistening shaft. “I
need
to feel you come inside me, Sir.”

He could only watch her for so long and then
he growled, grabbing her waist as he pumped her up and down on his
hard cock. She felt tears come to her eyes as he let himself go,
using her body solely for his pleasure. Those three little words
were on the tip of her tongue, but even in her fantasy, she could
not say them.

Instead, she let the first wave of her
orgasm take over. Her hip muscles tensed as a tremendous burst of
sexual energy coursed through her, making her nipples hard. Her
screams echoed through her bedroom, but she didn’t care. If Mr.
Nguyen on the top floor could hear it and was getting his jollies
from her passionate cries, so be it.

Brie lay there trembling afterwards, her
whole body tingling from the intensity of the orgasm. She turned
off her toy and looked up at the ceiling again. As she fingered the
little black collar around her neck, she murmured, “Sir, I hope
somehow you felt that. It was amazing!”

She snuggled back in her blanket, her body
now satiated enough to rest. A half-smile played about her lips as
her eyelids grew heavy. There was no doubt that tomorrow was going
to be an adventure. Even so, nothing could compare to a session
with Sir.
Nothing.

Before
her Auction

Brie did not wake up until eleven the next
morning. After such a challenging day at the Submissive Training
Center, it seemed her body needed time to recover. She shivered in
delight at the thought that a Dom was going to win her in an
auction in the afternoon, then take her to his place to reenact her
most cherished fantasy.

Her Indian warrior fantasy was one she had
cherished and orgasmed to for years. She wasn’t sure how the Dom
would be able to pull it off, but she was anxious to find out!

She rolled out of bed and walked before the
mirror to examine her Brazilian wax job. Her pussy looked
completely different hairless. She could clearly see the outline of
her clit in the reflection of the mirror. It surprised her how sexy
it looked. She turned around and bent over. Her small rosebud of an
asshole looked all pink and inviting. Her bare pussy lips beckoned
to be taken.
Yep, it’s a nice look
. Despite the pain of
yesterday, she decided it had definitely been worth it.

Brie took a nice, long bubble bath. She
needed the calming effect hot water gave her. Today, she would have
to prove herself to Ms. Clark and Master Coen, both of whom wanted
her out of the program. She thought it unfair that they blamed her
for the tryst she’d had with Sir after school hours. Really, it had
been Sir’s fault, but she wasn’t about to complain. Having him take
her anal virginity in the privacy of the bondage room had been pure
ecstasy. He had almost been asked to resign because of it, and the
revelation of that still shook her to the core.

Sir had been the one who’d invited her to
join the Submissive Training Center in the first place. She
remembered, with a giggle and a snort, the recording she’d made of
herself playing with a miniature phallus and crying out Sir’s
name.

She fingered the thin collar around her
neck. He’d given the protection collar to her in order to prevent
other Doms from claiming her before the end of the course, but it
was clear (at least to her) that by giving her the collar, Sir had
really meant to keep her for himself. She would still experience
the sexual pleasures of other Doms during her training, but the
collar meant they weren’t allowed to fraternize with her outside
the confines of the school. In the same vein, she would have to
watch Sir train and enjoy the pleasure of the other subs. Would she
be able to handle that for the next five-and-a-half weeks? She
wasn’t sure.

One thing Brie was sure of was that she
would graduate from the program as the best damn sub they’d ever
had. She was determined to learn
everything
the school had
to offer. She would practice until she became skilled and make the
trainers who wanted her out of the program admit their mistake.
That would be her crowning glory—the day Ms. Clark and Master Coen
asked for her forgiveness for doubting her exceptional abilities.
Oh, what Brie wouldn’t give to smack Ms. Clark on the ass for
that!

Brie rubbed her skin with special oils that
left a fresh, but not overpowering, floral scent. She wanted
today’s Dom to savor the smell of her when he buried his head in
her neck or between her thighs…

She shivered again. Would these Doms be from
the school, or would they be complete strangers from the local
area? The not knowing and not having control over who would win her
had a dangerous element she found enthralling.

She got to the Training Center before
two-thirty. They had been instructed to come a half-hour early to
receive last-minute instructions. The four regular trainers were
already there. It took everything in Brie not to look up and gaze
at Sir’s face. She felt a warm contraction in her nether regions
when she thought about her fantasy of the night before. Had he
fantasized about her as well?

Ms. Clark spoke first. “You will stand
behind the partition until your name is called. You are to walk
onto the stage and face the audience, but with your eyes cast
downward.” She said the last part harshly. Brie knew the comment
was directed at her. “After the winning bid is made, you will wait
for your Dom to escort you off the stage. Remain by his or her side
until all three of you have been auctioned off. At that point, you
will follow your Dom out of the Center.”

Master Coen continued, “Remember that you
represent our school now. How you behave outside the school is just
as important as inside these walls. We will be asking your winning
Doms to critique you.”

Sir’s warm, velvety voice caressed Brie’s
ears. “I need your eyes on me.”

She looked up and breathed in deeply,
basking in his natural authority. He glanced briefly at her and
then looked at the other two girls. “Yesterday you provided us with
a fantasy. Your Doms will be acting that out with you today, but I
want you to read through it before the bidding starts. It is
imperative there is nothing in there you would not want played out.
Sometimes what we enjoy in our minds does not make for enjoyment in
real life.”

He handed each of them their fantasy
journals back. Brie made sure to lightly brush against his hand
when she took it from him. The simple contact set her heart
aflutter, but he did not react.

“Read over what you have written. If there
is anything that might cause problems, let me know now and we will
pass it on to your Dom. This is meant to be a stimulating learning
experience, not a challenge.”

Brie opened her journal and read her entry.
She smiled and blushed as she perused the story. Nope, there wasn’t
a single thing she would change. She was extremely curious about
how her Dom was going to pull it off.

She shut her book and stood looking forward,
taking in Sir’s charming looks using her peripheral vision—that
strong jaw, those kissable lips and his trim, muscular body.
So,
so fine…

“Is there anything you wish to eliminate
from your fantasies?” he asked.

Lea shook her head and giggled, “Nope, it
looks good to me, Sir.”

“I agree,” Mary, a.k.a. Blonde Nemesis,
answered.

Sir glanced at Brie last.
Breathe
,
she commanded herself
.
“I am pleased with my fantasy,
Sir.”

He nodded in response, and she swore she
could see a twinkle in his eye. “Look through it one more time.
There might be small details you have overlooked that may cause
undue stress. This is important. Don’t take this lightly.”

Brie perused it again: Indian warrior on a
horse, the chase, virginal captive, a fearsome rival warrior, the
taking of her innocence. Yep, it all sounded yummy. The other two
glanced through their journals as well and all three shook their
heads. Marquis Gray collected them and handed the stack over to an
assistant. “Now that issue has been addressed, I want to remind you
that you will return here tonight for a debriefing after your
encounter. It is imperative to go over your experiences while they
are still fresh. We will discuss what worked, what didn’t work and
how you could have improved the scene for both you and your Dom.
Keep those questions in the forefront of your mind as you go
through the day. You want to make the most of this experience. It
is not just about your personal enjoyment.”

Brie nodded slowly, thankful for the
reminder. Everything was a learning experience; she should never
forget that.

Sir added, “You have ten minutes before the
auction. Feel free to partake of the refreshments while you wait.
We will see you out on the stage.”

After the four trainers had left, Lea
grabbed Brie and jumped up and down, singing, “I’m so excited, I
just can’t hide it!”

Brie laughed, partly in response to Lea’s
attempt at singing the ancient eighties song and partly because of
her own nervousness. “What’s your fantasy, girl?”

She grinned. “I’ve always had this sexy
fantasy of a doctor taking advantage of innocent ol’ me! ‘Here, Ms.
Taylor, let me examine your breasts…’ Oh-em-gee! I’m getting wet
just thinking about it.”

“I guess I can see how that could get a girl
hot.”

“What about you, Brie?”

She looked down at her feet shyly. “Oh, I
have this thing for dangerous Indian warriors.”

“Nice! And you, Mary?” Lea asked.

Blonde Nemesis looked at them both and
growled, “Like I would tell you.”

“Stick in the mud!” Lea complained.

Mary ignored her and spoke to Brie. “I don’t
get why you’re still here. I thought they kicked you out last
night.”

“Sorry, Mary. I’m never leaving this place,
so you might as well get used to it and stop acting like such a
bitch.”

Mary’s eyes narrowed, but she said nothing.
Instead, she briskly moved to the other side of the room and
ignored them.

Brie looked at all the delicate finger
foods, but she couldn’t eat. Her stomach was tied in knots—but in a
good way. She grabbed a water bottle and downed as much as she
could.

Ms. Clark came back and announced, “Ms.
Taylor, you will be first. Miss Bennett will follow and Miss Wilson
will end the auction. Do not speak while you wait your turn.”