Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (22 page)

Mr. Gallant took three chairs and placed
them at the front of the classroom. “Please join me up here,” he
instructed.

The girls moved over to the seats.
Thankfully, Lea sat in the middle so Brie did not have to sit next
to Mary, who was eyeing her with loathing. Mary was obviously
jealous of her rating and that made Brie quite happy.

An extremely handsome man with wheat-colored
hair and hunky muscles entered the classroom. He immediately
stripped out of his clothes before standing before them. Brie
couldn’t help staring, because the man was mightily endowed.

Mr. Gallant took a small pointer and gave
them an anatomy lesson. “Here is a quick list of the sensitive
areas of the penis. The slit on the tip of the penis is called the
meatus. The corona is the ridge around the head of the penis. The
frenulum is the stringy bit just under the head of the cock. The
base is just above the testicles. All of these points are highly
sensitive and provide maximum stimulation. Naturally, you will need
to be aware what is pleasurable and not pleasurable for each Dom.”
He slid the pointer up and down the man’s large dick. “Many women
mistake stroking the shaft as adequate stimulation. Although it is
an important part of fellatio, the shaft has the least number of
nerve endings.”

The simple touches of the pointer were
having an effect on the model. His large dick was becoming even
more impressive.

Mr. Gallant continued, “Massaging the balls
can boost the feeling of erection, especially scrunching them
gently upwards. Taking the balls into your mouth and sucking
lightly will also add to his pleasure. The perineum is the area
between the testicles and the anus. Do not forget this area. You
can stimulate it with either a finger caress or a lick. Pay
particular attention to the amount of pressure your partner
enjoys.”

He held out the pointer and asked Brie to
take it. “Please point out the areas as I name them.”

She looked shyly at the model. What did it
feel like to be an anatomy lesson for a small group of submissives?
Then it struck her. He was a submissive too, no different than they
were. It gave her a little more courage when Mr. Gallant told her
to point out where the frenulum was. He seemed pleased that she had
listened and was able to successfully identify all the body parts
as they were called out.

He had her sit down and did the same with
the other two girls. Poor Lea was not the studious type and made
several mistakes. Mr. Gallant patiently went over the names until
she had correctly identified each one. After Lea had sat back down,
he dismissed their hunky model. The poor man had to re-dress with
his massive hard-on straining against his pants. He left the
classroom, walking stiffly. Brie felt for him—sometimes the life of
a submissive was not an easy one.

“Ladies, your practicums this evening will
test what you have just learned. I expect you will have far more
success now you are better acquainted with penis basics. Make good
use of your newfound knowledge.”

The girls went back to their original seats
to collect their belongings. Brie was more than ready to begin the
first practicum of the night. However, Mr. Gallant asked them to
sit down again.

“You will have homework this week. Please
take this home and practice relaxing your gag reflexes.” He handed
each of them a skin-colored phallus. Brie was frightened by the
width and size of it, even though it was only six inches long. “It
is flexible, like a real penis, and has been made especially for
this practice. You are
not
allowed to use medication to
relax your gag reflexes artificially.”

Brie looked at it again with trepidation.
She’d gagged on a toothbrush while brushing her teeth before. How
the heck was she going to take a cock down her throat?

Oral Practicums

The girls spent the night on their knees,
servicing the cocks of unknown Doms. Sir commanded the area to
stimulate and whether it was to be with the tongue, lips, teeth, or
manual caresses. Her new Dom for the second practicum was of
Italian descent. His long, dark hair was tied back in a sexy
ponytail. Even better, he had waxed his pubic hair so that she
could thoroughly taste and tease all his manly parts. Servicing him
was a pleasurable education. She watched him shiver and groan while
she experimented with his cock. His body language, guttural noises
and hand movements told her exactly what pleased him most.

Ms. Clark—who had been unusually subdued
that night—announced at the end of the session, “Unless your Dom
says otherwise, assume you will be swallowing his ejaculation. This
is an honor.”

As if on cue, Brie’s Dom began thrusting his
cock faster in preparation of his climax. His semen shot into her
mouth. She instinctively understood the importance of swallowing
his male essence and gulped with enthusiasm, wanting to receive
that part of him.

Brie heard one of the other girls gagging,
and felt sorry for her—and the Dom. To have his seed rejected was
unacceptable. However, she also sympathized with the girl who
wanted to take it, but whose body was struggling to accept the
taste and consistency. Brie was lucky that the idea of his gift had
more than compensated for the bitter taste of her Dom’s viscous
come. She’d enjoyed connecting with him in such an intimate
manner.

Her Italian Dom stroked her hair in
appreciation afterwards. She looked up at him and purred, “Thank
you.”

After the Dom had left the room, Master Coen
pulled her aside to talk to her privately. “Miss Bennett, I am sure
you are pleased with the rating Rytsar Donkova gave you, but I
caution you not to let it go to your head. You made several
grievous errors as a submissive. What is acceptable as a beginner
will be frowned upon later on.”

She kept her eyes lowered. “I understand,
Master Coen. Trust me, I am upset by my mistakes. I will do my best
to overcome them.”

“See that you do.” He paused for a moment.
“I feel it is necessary to tell you that I am still opposed to you
remaining in the program, but not because I doubt your
abilities.”

She looked up at him in surprise. “I don’t
understand.”

“You are causing dissension within the
panel. This is not acceptable. The strength of the program depends
heavily on the cohesiveness of the trainers. For whatever reason,
you are disrupting that.”

She looked back down at her lap. “I’m
sorry.”

“I do not blame you, Miss Bennett. I would
simply prefer to be rid of you. However, I do not have the final
say. My job is to instruct the students, so I will continue to do
so regardless of my preference.”

“Thank you, Master Coen.”

“No need to thank me,” he said irritably,
dismissing her for the evening.

As she drove back to her apartment, she
wondered if that had been the Dominant’s way of apologizing. It
made her smile. Apologies did not appear to come naturally to
Master Coen.

Brie immediately cleaned the lifelike
phallus when she arrived home and attempted to stick it deep into
her mouth. She instantly gagged and had to pull it out. There was
no way it was going down.

Brie got on the computer and googled how to
deep-throat a guy. There were many suggestions, but the one that
resonated with her was pretending to yawn to open up her throat.
She tried it and sure enough, the phallus went in—but then her
throat constricted around it and she freaked. She pulled it out and
started coughing, tears running down her face.
Not a comfortable
feeling at all!

She continued her internet search for
further tips and came across information on how to eat pussy.
Curiosity got the best of her, and she read a researched way to
guarantee an orgasm through cunnilingus.
Who knew there were
researchers out there studying that kind of thing?
She
suspected those nerdy men had probably become quite popular with
the ladies after the publication of their unusual research.

Unfortunately, Brie went to bed late, no
closer to taking the phallus down her throat. As she undressed, she
looked over at her six-inch heels. Those damn things had eventually
succumbed to her will. There was no reason she couldn’t prevail
over a six-inch dildo.

****

Brie did not wake up with the same
confidence the next day, and was relieved that her classes centered
on the anatomy of a woman. Brie was amazed to learn the complexity
of her own body. Mr. Gallant explained that the glans, the little
pea-sized tip of her clitoris, had eight thousand sensory nerve
fibers packed into that little button—more than the head of a
penis. What astounded her even more was that her clit was only the
tip of the clitoris, which had a network of structures within the
pelvic region.
Much like an iceberg
, she thought.

Although there was scientific disagreement
as to the existence of the G-spot, Mr. Gallant stated his belief
that it was part of the clitoral system located at the roof of the
vaginal wall, a few inches in. He cited that many women found
direct stimulation of the area by either penile or manual
manipulation increased the intensity of the orgasm.

The male model from the day before came back
into the classroom. “Do I have a volunteer?” Mr. Gallant asked.

Brie had no idea what the large hunk of
manhood had to do with female anatomy, but she wanted to find out.
She quickly raised her hand, and then put it down, momentarily
forgetting about her ‘condition’. Mr. Gallant called on Nemesis to
come to the front of the class.

He asked her to strip off her skirt, panties
and corset before sitting on his desk. “Lie back and spread your
legs so that your classmates can see the process.”

Process?
Brie leaned forward,
intrigued.

The hunky submissive moved up to Mary and
produced a small silver bullet vibrator, similar to the one Brie
had at home. Just seeing it caused a tingling in her loins.

Mr. Gallant used his pointer as he spoke.
“Most women are unaware of the process their bodies go through as
they build up to sexual release. As you can see, at this point Miss
Wilson is moderately aroused. You can tell by the slightly engorged
outer lips, the pinkening of the entire region and the slickness of
the inner lips.”

Brie found it both interesting and humorous
to be staring at Mary’s twat so intently as Mr. Gallant deftly
pointed at it.

“As her body is stimulated you will want to
note the changes. This will aid you when you are asked to provide
cunnilingus.” Mr. Gallant nodded at the submissive male.

Brie heard the distinctive sound of the
bullet as the sexy hunk switched it on and laid the buzzing toy
against Mary’s clit. She visibly tensed, before letting out a
whimper of pleasure that had Brie shifting in her seat.
What I
wouldn’t give for a little of that action!

“Note the erectness of her nipples. As the
nipples are stimulated, her body releases oxytocin into her system,
which increases her level of pleasure.” With that, the sexy sub
bent down and started sucking on one of Mary’s nipples. Mary moaned
loudly as he repositioned the bullet on her clit, and her thighs
started to quiver.

“Her respiration is increasing and you can
see how the vaginal opening is narrowing. Interestingly, although
you can’t see it, her inner wall is actually growing in length to
accommodate penile penetration. Note, as well, that the clitoris
has become erect.” Sure enough, Mary’s clit was up and begging for
more attention. “Notice the color change of the entire area. As the
blood concentrates in the groin area, everything swells and
darkens. Inside, her G-spot is also engorged with blood and is more
sensitive to manipulation.”

Mary cried out when the hunk slipped his
finger in and starting rubbing her inner spot. She arched her back,
pressing her pussy against his hand.

“When the muscular tension reaches a certain
level, the body explodes in release.”

Mary must have taken it as her cue to let
go, because she let out a cry of passion as she came.

The hunk removed his thick finger and Mr.
Gallant pointed out, “You can see that the rhythmic contractions of
the vagina and sphincter are in sync with one another.”

After the last contraction had faded, the
hunk helped Mary off the desk. The poor man had another massive
hard-on. Brie wondered if he would be left hanging a second time.
She hoped not, because she would be more than happy to service him
with her mouth.

“Thank you,” Mr. Gallant said curtly.

Once more, the hunk was being forced to
leave with an aching cock. It seemed so unfair. “Well done,” Brie
called out. The hunk glanced back and gave her a wink.

She could hear Nemesis purring softly when
she sat back down. Brie had to admit it—she was jealous.

The first practicum that night involved
Dommes. Interacting with women sexually actually scared Brie. This
would be the first time she’d ever eaten pussy and she was
terrified of failing. On top of that, being submissive to a female
just felt wrong to Brie. She approached her Domme with her gaze
glued to the floor and her heart beating rapidly.

Sir began, “I want each of you to take a
long lick of your Domme’s sex. Get to know and appreciate her
taste.”

Brie knelt down, took a deep breath and
dragged her tongue over the length of the woman’s soft, hairless
folds. It tasted salty with a tang of musk.
Not unpleasant… I
can do this.

Sir instructed the girls to explore every
part of the pussy, first with their fingers and then with their
tongues, part by feminine part. From the swollen outer lips to the
slick inner lips, the velvety walls inside the vagina and that
little sweet spot of nerve endings—the clit.