Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (4 page)

Sir’s authoritative tone spurred her to
comply. She looked over at the other women. All of them looked as
shocked as she was. Brie covered her eyes and tied the blindfold
tightly around her head. Then she knelt down and felt for the
ramp.

It was firmer than she’d expected, but the
spongy floor made kneeling comfortable. She pressed her waist
against the edge of the ‘ramp’ and laid her torso down on the large
pillow. The angle of it made her head lower than her pelvis. She
could just imagine her ass in the air, as if she were begging to be
fucked. Brie sighed nervously, silently hoping Sir would be the one
to take her.

She heard the men enter the room and felt
the tension rise. None of the men spoke, but she sensed that one
was standing behind her. A tingling sensation coursed through her
body as she realized a complete stranger was about to have sex with
her.

Brie felt his hands reach under her skirt
and peel off her little thong. She bit her lip, keeping silent. She
heard him unzip his pants and remove them slowly. Brie started
hyperventilating when the man knelt down next to her and grabbed
her ass cheeks. He positioned his cock against her opening and
waited.

She could hear the other men moving, and
some of the girls gasped. Then there was silence. Sir’s voice was
low and sensual. “Miss Bennett, you indicated that you were turned
off by men over the age of fifty.”

She automatically stiffened. “Yes, Sir.”

“Meet your partner.”

The man with his cock pressed against her
spoke. “My name is Greg, and I am sixty-eight.”

Brie heard the girl who had asked about
tuition suddenly shout, “Is mine fat?”

“Yes, Miss Evans, he is.” Brie heard
scuffling and then the dull thud of heels on the matting as the
girl ran from the room. Brie was distracted by it until Greg began
pushing his shaft into her. All her attention immediately focused
on him as the man slowly penetrated her with the head of his
cock.

He took his time with Brie, letting her
adjust to his length, giving her time to enjoy the feel of his
manhood moving inside her. Once his cock was fully engulfed by her
moist walls, he began thrusting. Greg held down her hips in a way
that allowed his cock deeper access. She found that it didn’t
matter that he was old enough to be her grandfather—her body
responded to him eagerly. She bit her lip again, resisting the urge
to cry out in pleasure and embarrass herself.

“That’s it, lass. Milk my cock with that hot
little pussy.”

Brie moaned softly, so softly that she
doubted anyone but her partner could hear it. She heard the grunts
and cries of the other couples in the room. There was something so
primal about copulating in the presence of other people. She forgot
about the panel watching her as she pushed against his shaft,
taking him even deeper. Brie wanted to be possessed by his manhood,
to be used for his pleasure.

He slapped her ass, making her yelp. “Good.
I want to hear you, pet.”

Greg took hold of her waist and started
pounding with vigor. Brie cried out at the intensity of his
thrusts, but again she bit her lip to silence herself. If she truly
let go, she would sound like a wild animal.

By the sounds of the grunting going on in
the room, some of the men were already finishing off. She felt her
pussy contract in pleasure in response to their noises.

Brie found it sexually exciting to give
herself to this stranger. She realized his age didn’t matter. It
was the way he handled her, the way he derived his pleasure from
her that had her so wet and horny. “Oooh…” she moaned.

Her moan must have triggered his orgasm,
because he stiffened for a second and then started pounding her
without restraint. The room filled with the sounds of their flesh
slapping against each other as he possessed her with his cock. She
took all of him, reveling in the feel of his climax. When he
finally pulled out, she sighed inwardly, wanting more of him.

“Take off your blindfolds and thank your
partners,” Sir instructed.

Brie slipped the cloth down around her neck
and turned her head. Greg looked every bit his age, with his
wrinkly skin, gray hair and a hollow face, but it didn’t matter.
She’d enjoyed their encounter. “Thank you, Greg.”

He fingered a strand of her curly brown
hair. “My pleasure, pet.”

The men dressed themselves and left while
Sir talked to the students. “That was a good start, class. As you
noticed, we have already lost one of you. I expect there will be a
few more casualties tonight.” He looked at each of the girls
individually, as if they were the next in line to go. Brie shivered
under his gaze.

“Dress and stand before the panel,” he
ordered. Brie lifted herself off the ramp and put her little red
thong back on. It was slightly moist and smelled of her. She
thought back on her little tryst and smiled.

When all five girls were standing in a line,
Sir began the critiques. “Ms. Clark, any comments on Miss Bennett’s
performance?”

Brie was surprised when the severe
instructor looked at her and smiled. “Overall, I was pleased. It is
obvious that she enjoyed the experience, which in turn pleased her
partner.”

The burly man on the end spoke up. “I was
concerned that she was so silent. Her partner indicated that he
wanted her to make more vocalizations, but she didn’t.”

Sir jumped on his comment. “I agree, Master
Coen. I noticed she bit her lip on several occasions. Explain
yourself, Miss Bennett.”

Brie was shaking, embarrassed at being
criticized in front of everyone. “I didn’t want to sound like an
idiot, Sir. I was trying to be sensual.”

“Nonsense. Your partner encouraged you to be
vocal and you denied him that. Don’t let it happen again. Unless
your Dom specifically tells you to be silent, you need to let him
hear your pleasure and pain. How can he adjust to your needs unless
you do that?”

Brie wanted to disappear, but she whispered,
“Sorry, Sir.”

The ghostlike instructor spoke up. “Although
I agree that her lack of vocalizations was a problem, it was
obvious to me that his age did not affect her ability to please or
to be pleased by him. Bravo, Miss Bennett.” She smiled at him,
grateful for his praise. However, his dark gaze caused her loins to
contract in fearful pleasure. She was surprised he had that kind of
power over her and looked down at her feet.

Each of the remaining girls received
critiques of a similar nature. All had weaknesses that the panel
highlighted and addressed. It was a humbling experience, to say the
least.

When they finished, Sir spoke to the class
as a whole. “We will discuss your performance amongst ourselves.
Make your way to the commons area. There you will find
refreshments. Wait until I come for you.”

Brie stumbled twice before she made it out
of the room. She heard Sir call out to her, “Shoes!” She turned to
him and nodded, humiliated at being called out like that. She
gritted her teeth and tried to walk away with grace.
Damn these
fucking shoes!

The Second
Practicum

The commons was in the center of the
building. It had been set up with wine, beer, finger foods and
miniature desserts.
A girl’s dream.
All five of the women
were silent as they gathered what they wanted and sat at a nearby
table. Once they were seated, Brie spoke up. “Well, that was
different.” There was nervous laughter all around. The group
quietly consumed their refreshments, each mulling over what had
just happened.

It didn’t seem real that Brie had been taken
by a stranger—and not just any stranger. The man had been the exact
opposite of what she found attractive. It had been a shocking test,
but it had opened her eyes. Age did not hold the importance she’d
thought it did. What else would she find out about herself?

Sir came to the commons area a short time
later. “I want to speak to you each individually before we begin
the next practicum. Miss Sanders,” he said, directing a small
brunette to join him at a far-off table.

The conversation between them looked
intense, and the prospect of speaking to Sir alone like that made
Brie nervous. She took another sip of wine to build her
courage.

All the other women were called up to talk
to him before she finally got her chance. She subconsciously bit
her lip as she tried to walk gracefully in her heels. There was
only a slight wobble near the end and she prayed he hadn’t
noticed.

“I saw your video,” he stated when she sat
down. Brie blanched a little. What was he going to say about it? “I
am curious. It says on your application that you do not like anal
sex.” She nodded slowly in agreement. “Why, then, did you use the
dildo in such a manner?”

“The instructions said to.”

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“No, they did not. You were only instructed to stimulate your
anus.”

Brie’s eyes widened. “You mean I didn’t have
to?”

“No. But the fact that you did says a lot
about you.”

She closed her eyes, feeling sick.
What
does it say about me?
Did he think she was a slut, or maybe a
liar?

“Look at me.” Brie opened her eyes and saw
Sir staring at her kindly. “You believed you did not like anal sex,
although you hadn’t tried it. It was obvious in your video.” Brie
wondered what he meant by that, but was afraid to ask. “I think
there is a lot you don’t know about yourself, Miss Bennett.”

Brie’s bottom lip quivered. “I think you are
right, Sir.”

“We plan to strip away any misconceptions
you have in the next few weeks. You may find out things about
yourself that will shock you. Are you prepared for that?”

“I don’t know, Sir.”

His chuckle was low and lighthearted. It
delighted her to hear it. “Fair enough. I see great potential in
you, but you will need to trust our guidance and be true to your
instincts. Don’t try to be or do something that doesn’t come
naturally. Be authentic and you will help the process go much
faster. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir. I’m actually looking forward to
it.”

“Fine.” He stood up, and she followed suit.
Sir casually rested his hand on the small of her back as he
addressed the group. Brie struggled to hear his words because all
she could concentrate on was his touch. Her whole body vibrated, as
if an electrical current was grounding her.

“Follow me to the auditorium. We have
something special planned for each of you.”

Sir removed his hand and walked ahead of the
group. It was as if the electricity had suddenly been turned off,
and Brie struggled to move. All she wanted was for Sir to touch her
again.

A lanky blonde in black leather moved in
close to her and growled under her breath, “Bitch!”

And it starts…
Brie wasn’t surprised
that the other girls had noticed his gesture, nor was she shocked
that some of them resented it. She stumbled as her ankle rolled
again. The blonde laughed at her expense, gliding across the floor
flawlessly in her six-inch heels.
Stupid cow.

The auditorium was circular, with a small
stage in the center and rows of seats all around it. The other
instructors were already there, waiting for them. The small group
was directed to sit in the front row.

“Once again, your partner has been chosen
based on the questionnaire you filled out. This time, however, we
will
all
watch your performance.” He nodded towards the
students. “We want you to observe and learn from each other.” Brie
was excited at the prospect of watching the other girls. She just
hoped she wasn’t the first one called up.

Luckily, Sir called Miss Sanders’ name and
told her to go up onto the stage. The small brunette walked up the
steps timidly. Brie could tell she was shaking like a leaf and
clapped her hands in support. Several of the other girls joined
her—except Blonde Nemesis, of course.

Sir spoke in a smooth, calming tone. “Miss
Sanders, you stated that you dislike the idea of being
whipped.”

“Yes, Sir,” she answered in a barely audible
whisper.

“You also mentioned you like your men
clean-shaven and hairless.”

This time Sanders only nodded. Brie knew
where this was headed and was not surprised to see a large,
muscular man walk onto the stage in only his briefs. He had a
beard, and fur covered his chest and arms. Not only that, but he
held a crop in his hand—the kind used for whipping horses during a
race.

Brie heard the clanking of chains as they
were lowered from the ceiling above the stage. All of the girls
looked up in awe and fear, including Sanders.

The Dom put the whip in her mouth and
commanded her to hold it. He then took Sanders’ left wrist and
buckled it into a leather cuff attached to the chain above her
head. He took her other wrist and did the same. The large man undid
the ties of her corset and let it fall to the floor, peeling off
her panties last before retrieving the whip from her mouth. Sanders
stood before their little group, naked and bound.

Brie held her breath as the Dom circled his
sub, snapping the crop against his hand repeatedly. She watched
Sanders, wondering if the girl would call it off and quit. Brie was
surprised to see an expression of lustful fear on her face.

The man started running the leather tongue
of the crop against Sanders’ skin. Brie heard her whimper, but the
tone of it was ripe with excitement. Everyone in the room knew she
wanted what was coming. Her Dom snapped the whip against her right
ass cheek and she cried out in satisfaction. He quickly followed it
up with a snap on her left butt cheek. The crack of the whip echoed
in the small auditorium.

He moved to her front and ran the crop over
her small breasts. Brie couldn’t believe he was going to do it, but
then he did. The Dom snapped it down on her nipple. Sanders cried
out in painful pleasure, and he grunted. “You like that, don’t
you?” She nodded her head meekly.