Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (37 page)

Brie couldn’t believe that she was in the
middle of a famous restaurant, deep-throating her trainer while a
vibrator buzzed between her legs. It was surreal and erotic. She
was almost disappointed when he came. His essence slid down her
throat and she licked up any remaining traces before zipping up his
pants and wiping her mouth with the napkin she’d dropped. She
remained between his legs while he eased the vibrator back down to
the lowest setting. Brie waited until she heard the command, “You
can join me now.”

Brie lifted the white cloth and as
nonchalantly as she could, sat back down on the chair, placing her
hand on his upper thigh. She sneaked a glance in Mr. Holloway’s
direction and was grateful to see he was still engaged with his
girls.

Marquis turned off the vibrator and looked
at her knowingly. “That was not an easy command for you to follow.
Do you regret it?”

Her eyes did not waver when she answered,
“No, Mister Gray. I enjoyed it.”

He nodded and ordered, “Eat your salad.”

After dinner, they made their way back to
the bus stop. The streets were still packed with people enjoying
the LA nightlife. Brie noticed a sweet couple walking hand in hand.
As they passed by, the girl smiled at her and the guy winked.

Marquis abruptly stopped in the middle of
the sidewalk and grasped the back of her neck, kissing her deeply
as he turned the vibrator on full blast. Her knees gave out, but he
held her in his arms and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. Not
coming at that moment was extremely difficult—pure torture, to be
exact.

He pulled away. “Nicely done, pearl. You
denied your pleasure, but I am concerned.” Marquis looked into her
eyes, penetrating her soul with his gaze. She could barely breathe
under his intense scrutiny. “It’s painfully obvious there is much
for you to learn.”

She wobbled in her shoes when he took away
his support. He turned the vibrator to the lowest setting and held
out his arm again. She took it warily and leaned against him as
they walked.

She couldn’t bear the thought that he still
found her lacking. “What do I need to learn?” When he remained
silent, she begged, “Please, Mister Gray…”

He looked down at her with stern tenderness.
“The fact you would ask shows how far you have yet to go.”

Brie wilted on his arm in defeat. She heard
his warm chuckle. “You are unique, pearl. To many you seem wise
beyond your years, but the truth is that they mistake your
instincts for actual knowledge.”

She expected the bus ride home to be
uneventful, but she should have known better with Marquis. It was
much less packed, but the group sitting opposite them must have
been bored and stared at the two shamelessly.

He used the situation to challenge her.
Marquis whispered in her ear, “Do you think you can come without
anyone being the wiser?”

She automatically answered, “I’ll try…” She
was desperate to please him, but she stopped midsentence. Try was
not
an option with Marquis. She looked at him apologetically
and corrected herself. “Yes, Mister Gray.”

He adjusted the control in his pocket and
the buzzing began. Brie turned her head to look out of the window,
trying to keep a stoic face. She squeaked when he turned the
vibrator up. She let her hand, which had been resting on his
shoulder, travel down so she could intertwine her fingers with his.
She squeezed his hand hard when he turned the vibrator up to the
highest setting.

Her breaths came in desperate, muffled
gasps. She pressed her thighs together and softly mewed when
Marquis Gray placed his warm lips on her neck. The contact sent her
over the edge and her entire body stiffened before there was a
burst of release. He kissed her on the lips, making her body pulse
with electricity. Brie moaned into Marquis’ mouth as her body
finally gave in to the luscious feeling.

When her muscles relaxed, he reached into
his pocket and turned off the vibrator before sitting back in the
seat. As far as the group watching was concerned, they’d just
witnessed a kiss, not a sexual power play between a Dom and his
submissive. Brie adored it!

She grabbed onto his belt loop when they
left the bus, still riding the high from their encounter. She
gratefully took the arm he offered and cuddled against him as they
walked towards the Center. Brie hadn’t understood just how fun
living the lifestyle under the watchful eyes of the world could be.
She smiled up at Marquis Gray, hoping her eyes adequately expressed
her gratitude. “Thank you for tonight,
Mister.
” He gave her
a wry smile at the vanilla title.

Marquis stopped just before they reached the
entrance of the school and lifted her chin to look her in the eye.
“There will always be more to learn, pearl. Don’t ever stop, and
don’t you dare settle for the status quo.” He didn’t let go of her
chin until she’d nodded. Brie couldn’t help wondering if he was
talking about her growth as a sub, or her future choice of Dom.

He guided her into the Center and the two
made their way to the small classroom in silence. The other two
girls were already standing before the panel. Brie let go of
Marquis’ arm and stood with her fellow students, her head bowed
respectfully.

“As with every practicum, we need to discuss
your performance so that you can learn from the experience,” Sir
reminded them. “Master Coen, why don’t you start us off?”

“Fine.” He laced his fingers together and
stared at Mary intently as he spoke. “Miss Wilson began our outing
well, remembering my protocols up until dinner. She found it
amusing to try to feed me bites from her plate even after I clearly
expressed my displeasure. It quickly became apparent she was
seeking punishment.” Master Coen’s voice turned cold. “I do not
care for disobedient subs, Miss Wilson—very few Doms do. Do not
think for one second that you will get the punishment you were
craving. There will be no spanking tonight. Instead, I will see you
spend a half-hour in the stockade…alone.”

Sir added, “We are training submissives,
Miss Wilson. The bratty sub may be endearing to a novice, but to a
true Dom such behavior is viewed as disrespectful.”

“I am sorry, Master Coen,” Mary said. Brie
glanced sideways, surprised to see that she did not look fazed in
the least. Brie figured that her indifference was a façade and that
she must be mightily unhappy that she would be heading to the
stockade after class.

“Marquis, can you share what you observed
with Miss Bennett?”

“Unfortunately, Miss Bennett never picked up
on why I was using the vibrator tonight.”

Brie’s heart fell. Now she, along with
everyone else, would hear of her failure.

“Please elaborate,” Sir stated.

The heat rose to her cheeks while she
waited. It felt just like those first nights when the panel had
picked her apart.

“Miss Bennett still struggles with eye
contact. Even though she was in the presence of her Dom, she
continued to make eye contact with other males.”

Brie wanted to melt into the ground and
disappear.

Ms. Clark jumped right on it, naturally.
“You better explain yourself, Miss Bennett.”

Brie refused to look at her, feeling
completely embarrassed and ashamed. “I wasn’t thinking, Ms. Clark.
I just naturally look people in the eye when I am outside the
Center.” She sighed deeply before continuing, “Obviously, it is a
habit I need to break.”

“No, Miss Bennett,” Sir answered. “It is not
a habit you need to break. It is one you need to be aware of when
you are in the presence of your Dom.”

Brie was grateful that he understood it was
a part of who she was. Yes, she could learn
not
to look
people in the eye, just as she had inside the walls of the Training
Center, but to change that natural inclination would change a
fundamental part of herself.

“Is there anything else to note?” Sir
asked.

“Yes, as a matter of fact there is,” Marquis
Gray replied amiably. “When presented with the choice of impressing
potential film execs or following my order, she chose to follow my
order. Although she hesitated, I was pleasantly surprised.”

“Hesitated?” Ms. Clark snapped. “After how
many weeks of training?”

“Although I would normally agree with you,
Rhonda,” Marquis Gray answered, before turning his attention back
to Brie, “I set the situation up specifically to see which was more
important to you, Miss Bennett—your role as a sub or your potential
career. I don’t think even you could answer that until
tonight.”

Brie suddenly felt nauseous. She wasn’t
only
a submissive; she still wanted a career in film.

Sir saw the devastation written on her face
and a smile played across his lips. “Miss Bennett, it is not a case
of either or. You can still be successful as a businesswoman as
long as the Dom you select knows and agrees to support you in your
career.”

Master Anderson’s baritone assurance
followed. “You would be surprised how many prominent couples are
living out the D/s lifestyle, Miss Bennett.”

“Thank you,” Brie said quietly, looking to
the ground to hide her utter relief.

Lea was the last to be critiqued. Sir turned
to their female trainer and asked, “Ms. Clark, how did Ms. Taylor
do outside these walls?”

Ms. Clark seemed to glow when she spoke of
Lea. “I must say, Ms. Taylor has the unique ability to read my
wishes before I speak them. Had I not been with her these past few
weeks, I would have mistaken her for a more experienced sub.”

Brie couldn’t help wondering if Lea had
gotten to spend some alone time with Ms. Clark and enjoy that
pretty blonde pussy. A good orgasm seemed to do wonders for Ms.
Clark’s attitude towards a girl, but then, she always had liked
Lea.

“So, Ms. Taylor handled herself well in
public?” Sir asked.

“She was practically flawless. A real treat
to escort.”

After Lea’s positive critique, she and Brie
were allowed to leave. Mary, however, was forced to follow Master
Coen. She had an almost haughty air about her as she walked down
the hall.

Poor Mary—she was still her own worst
enemy.

Her First DP

Brie was stunned to see Blue Eyes talking to
Master Anderson at the front door of the Center the next evening.
The two were in an intense conversation, which she was surprised to
hear was about world politics. She hadn’t thought they’d notice as
she passed by, but before she was through the door that Blue Eyes
was holding open, he called out, “Good evening, Miss Bennett.”

She was startled to feel a small thrill that
he hadn’t forgotten her, but did not turn around to acknowledge
him. As she walked away, however, she began to feel agitated. What
right did that boy have to talk to one of
her
trainers? It
felt like an invasion of her space, her life. She turned around and
glared at the boy. Tomorrow she was going to give him a piece of
her mind—right between the eyes.

After Mr. Gallant’s class, the girls headed
to the auditorium. Brie enjoyed practicums there, because they
tended to be the most elaborate and exciting.

The girls sat down and Lea was the first
called onto the stage. “We noticed last week that you had a
particular affinity towards the violet wand,” Sir explained.

Brie saw her friend quiver in anticipation.
“Yes, Sir.”

“We felt it only fair that you enjoy the
instrument under the hands of a master.”

An older gentleman entered the stage. He had
an Obi-Wan Kenobi vibe to him because of the large, hooded robe he
wore.

“Undress and lie down, pet,” he commanded
Lea. She artfully removed her clothes and then lay down on a bench.
It was so low that her feet touched the floor. He tied her ankles
to the legs of the bench, as well as her wrists so that all of
Lea’s womanly parts were open and exposed. Brie could see her
large, unnatural breasts rising and falling rapidly. It was obvious
to Brie, even from her seat, how excited Lea was.

There was a case on a small table, which her
Dom opened. He attached a round glass ball and plugged in the
device. Instantly, a buzzing sound filled the auditorium. “We’ll
start you off slow, pet,” he said in a low, ominous tone.

Brie shifted in her seat, getting turned on
by Lea’s scene. Her friend made a light whimper when the wand
touched her stomach. He ran the wand over her skin, from her thighs
to her fingertips. “Color?”

“Green, Master.”

“Call me Dominus,” he said as he turned up
the intensity, letting a spark fly from the wand to her left
nipple.

She squealed before she answered. “Yes,
Dominus.”

“You enjoy the electricity—in fact, I would
say you crave it,” he murmured, keeping the wand from her.

Her body writhed on the bench. “I do,
Dominus. I
crave
the wand.”

He allowed another spark to fly, caressing
her right nipple with the tiny stream of purple light. Lea’s moan
of ecstasy reached Brie’s groin.

The wand made a slow and sensual descent to
her nether regions, crackling as it went. Both Mary and Brie were
on the edge of their seats by the time they heard Lea’s squeal of
pleasure.

Dominus turned the wand off, leaving Lea
gasping in desperation. He then attached another device and slipped
it into his pocket. He looked at both Brie and Mary and informed
them, “I have just electrified myself.” He attached metal talons to
his fingers and smiled wickedly. “Everything I touch becomes a
conduit and will feel the bite.” He turned back to Lea.

She struggled as he approached her, but
moaned loudly when he raked his fingers over her skin with the
electrified claws. He played with her nipples, making her buck and
squirm. “Yes, Dominus,” she cried.