Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (43 page)

He slowed down momentarily to slap her ass
and said drolly, “Cheeky little thing.” She screamed lustfully when
he went back to his unrestrained fucking of her. Unexpectedly, he
stopped and collapsed on top of her, holding her tight. The
stillness allowed her body to catch up and she felt the welcomed
chills take over as her orgasm descended upon her.

“That’s it. Caress your owner’s shaft, you
impish pet.”

She groaned and squirmed underneath him as
he worked over her body, bringing her past the edge over and over
again. Hours later, his cock finally stiffened inside her with its
own orgasmic dance and she purred in contentment. His pleasure was
her pleasure.

Afterwards, he rolled over on his back,
breathing heavily. Captain stared up at the ceiling, saying nothing
as Brie curled up next to him. He automatically began stroking her
hair again.

Finally, he broke the silence with a barely
audible command. “You may lick them.”

She smiled in gratitude as she got on all
fours and tenderly ministered to each and every scar…

The next afternoon, Brie took the light rail
to Lea’s apartment to avoid traffic. She sat in the back of the
train car, watching the constant stream of people enter and leave.
It was entertaining because she made up stories in her head to go
along with the people she observed, from the homeless bum (who was
actually a millionaire trying to regain his humanity by denying
himself) to the little grandma (who looked all proper with her
perfect hairdo and conservative dress, but was actually a fierce
Dominatrix who made grown men cry).

There was one couple, however, who caught
Brie’s attention without her needing to make up their story. It
played out clearly in front of her, even though no one else seemed
to notice. When they entered the car, the young man pushed his girl
down onto an empty seat. To the average onlooker, it might have
appeared the grungy youth was being kind and making sure his girl
was seated, but the force he’d used and the way he was lording over
her spoke only of one thing—a power play.

Brie tried to catch a glimpse of the girl,
not wanting to come off like a nosy onlooker. The young woman had
an extremely thin frame and a despondent aura around her. Her
watery eyes made it clear she was miserable.

Brie heard the man growl under his breath,
“Do it.”

The girl bowed her head lower, shaking it
slowly.

The male stared at her in disgust. The girl
cowered under his intense stare, wiping away the tears that escaped
her tightly closed lids.

“Do it,” he commanded again.

Her whole body shook in fear, but she did
not move.

“I’m
not
asking…”

Again, the girl shook her head.

The look on the man’s face transformed from
disgust to rage in the blink of an eye. His glare was so intense it
looked as if it were burning into his girlfriend’s skull. His voice
was cool. “Understand there will be consequences.”

Brie noticed the girl shudder in response
before she looked up at him pleadingly. Brie was not surprised to
see the collar around her gaunt neck, confirming her initial
suspicion. “I’m sorry,” the sub squeaked.

“Don’t,” he said, turning away from her.
“Apologies mean nothing.”

More tears fell down her cheeks, but the sub
said no more, apparently accepting her fate.

The man glanced over in Brie’s direction and
she quickly averted her eyes, trying to hide the abhorrence she
felt. She knew there were submissives who enjoyed humiliation in
public, but it was disturbingly obvious that this was not the case
for the girl seated across the aisle.

The man snarled in a low voice, “You have
one more chance.”

The girl turned her face towards him, and
that was when Brie saw the bruise on her cheek. “I can’t,” she
whimpered.

Chills traveled down Brie’s spine. This was
not a power play between a Dom and his sub. This was an abusive Dom
wannabe taking advantage of an inexperienced submissive.

Brie popped out of her seat and approached
them. She knew the protocol needed to appease the male, so she
turned to him first, trying to keep her tone respectful. “Sir, may
I speak with her?”

“Who the hell are you?” he barked.

She could not meet his hateful gaze when she
answered, but kept her eyes cast downward in seeming reverence.
“I’m no one, sir. But I have a humble suggestion for your
girlfriend with the lovely collar.”

He snorted, as though he understood that she
recognized their D/s relationship. He seemed to stand a little
prouder when he answered, “Fine, you may speak.”

Brie gracefully knelt beside the wretched
girl and smiled tenderly. “Hi, my name is Brie. What’s yours?”

The girl looked up at her ‘Dom’ and waited
for his nod before she replied softly. “Candy. My name is
Candy.”

“That’s a good name. You look perfectly
delicious.” Brie saw the slightest glimmer in the girl’s eye, and
it suddenly dawned on her what to do. She dug through her purse and
pulled out her wallet, then took out the business card Sir had
given her. It was something she cherished, but Brie knew with
certainty that this girl needed it more.

She handed it over, saying, “May I humbly
suggest this course? It’s changed my life.”

Before the girl could read it, the man
grabbed it from her. “What’s this?” He laughed unkindly. “Yes, this
is exactly what
you
need,” he said, giving the card
back.

Brie put her hand on Candy’s trembling knee.
“Trust me. This will change your life for the better.”

The ‘Dom’ addressed Brie, so she stood up
and turned towards him. He dared to grab her chin to look her over.
“You
are
a lovely thing. Come with us, so I can see what
you’ve learned at this Center of yours.”

Brie pulled away from him, trying to hide
the revulsion she felt, afraid that a misstep on her part would
guarantee that Candy wouldn’t be allowed to attend the Training
Center. “I’m sorry, sir, but I cannot.”

His eyes narrowed angrily—he was obviously
unused to subs denying him. “Why?”

She caressed the collar around her neck when
she answered in a whisper, “Only my Sir commands me.”

The wannabe actually laughed. “Loyal, are
you?” He turned to Candy and remarked, “You could learn a lot from
this one. Maybe I’ll let you take the class. You need it
,
because truth be told, you suck.”

Brie backed away with her head down,
muttering, “Thank you, sir.” She returned to her seat and gazed out
of the window. She smiled to herself, thrilled that she had been
given the chance to pass on the information to a sub who truly
needed it. Once Candy learned what was expected of a real Dom, she
would leave that poor excuse for a man.

Later that night, Brie sent an email to
Rachael Dunningham:

Dear Rachael,

Today I recommended the Training Center to a
sub that could really use it. If a girl named Candy contacts you
wanting to join in the next few weeks, I do not want money to be an
issue. If she does not qualify for a scholarship, I am willing to
act as her sponsor. Although I do not have much, I can commit to
fifty dollars a month until I pay the full amount.

Thank you,

Brie Bennett

She shut her laptop, then picked up her
purse and fished out her wallet. She opened it forlornly and looked
at the empty space that had once held Sir’s card. Even though she
missed its comforting presence, she knew the card was exactly where
it belonged.

Brie settled into her bed and let out a
pitiful whimper. There were only two weeks left… Two weeks to
experience all the trainers had for her in the safety and refuge of
the Center. Even more distressing was the fact that she only had a
short time before she would choose which Dom she wanted to call
Master permanently.

In the suffocating silence of night, Brie
couldn’t shut out the nagging feeling that her choice might not be
based solely on her heart, but on the growth her chosen Dom could
provide. She was stunned to find herself unsure which of the four
men it would be.

Brie wondered if it would be uncomfortable
seeing Blue Eyes now that she knew him as Faelan. She walked up to
the entrance of the Submissive Training Center in her fuck-me heels
and saw him standing there, waiting for her the same as he always
had. He acted normally, opening the door and letting her pass with
his familiar, “Good evening, Miss Bennett.”

She couldn’t help smiling as she walked
through the door. “Thank you, Mr. Wallace.”

Brie headed to class and sat there patiently
waiting for her evaluation. Lea rushed into the classroom just as
the bell rang. She barely made it to her seat before the ringing
ended. The girls knew Mr. Gallant wasn’t happy at her tardiness,
but he said nothing and picked up their evaluations.

“Another exceptional week for you three.
Again, I must caution you not to let these scores confuse you.
There is much to learn in the next two weeks and none of you are as
prepared as you think.”

Mr. Gallant handed Lea hers first, with a
slight frown on his typically friendly face. It was just enough to
act as punishment for cutting class so close. “An eight from Sire
Luke. Apparently your oral skills are improving, Ms. Taylor. Keep
up the good work.”

He gave Mary her packet. “Also an eight,
Miss Wilson. You
especially
should not let this go to your
head. Note the areas of weakness. For you, they are a serious
concern.”

Mr. Gallant handed Brie her evaluation with
a tender look in his eye. “You received a nine. Unheard of at this
level, and I am sure only given because of the emotional aspect of
your encounter. However, it is obvious you gave your Dom exactly
what he needed. For that you should be commended, but understand
that your level of experience should preclude you from a score as
high as this.”

“Yes, Mr. Gallant.”

Brie took her evaluation and lightly kissed
the packet before opening it. Captain had been a kind Master—so
tender and yet deliciously demanding of her body. She eagerly read
his comments: ‘It is a rare sub who knows what her Master needs
better than he does himself.’ ‘Agreeable, pleasing.’ ‘Trusted
instincts in lieu of Master’s wishes. In my case, exactly what I
needed.’ ‘Truly a beauty in mind and spirit.’

A tear fell from her cheek onto the
paper.

“Anything wrong, Miss Bennett?” Mr. Gallant
asked.

She shook her head. “No, Mr. Gallant.” She
patted the packet tenderly when she answered him. “It was a special
encounter.”

“Very well. Although your Dom meant it as a
compliment, I would heed his observation about letting your gut
instincts get in the way of your duty.”

Brie bowed her head. He was the second
trainer to mention her dependency on her instincts. “I understand I
still have a lot to learn, Mr. Gallant.”

“I’m not suggesting you ignore your
instincts, but do not rely on them.”

Brie suddenly wondered if he was the one
responsible for recommending her to Captain.

The next words out of his mouth startled and
unnerved Brie. “We only have two more weeks before the end of the
course, which means this is the last week you will be in this class
together. Next week, you three will be split up so we can focus on
your particular interests and talents.”

Brie looked forlornly at Lea and Mary.
Our last week together?

“Expect this week to be a challenge. Up to
this point, the training has centered on you finding your limits.
This week shall center on submitting your will to your Doms’
various needs.”

He turned to Mary and asked, “Miss Wilson,
are you familiar with the term ‘objectification’?”

“Is that when a sub acts like footstool or
something?”

His lips became a thin line. “That is a very
simplified example. Objectification is the practice of using a
person as a tool for one’s own pleasure. The sub’s needs, thoughts
and wants are of no consequence.”

He looked directly at Brie when he
continued, “To the uneducated, it may appear uncaring and
disrespectful. However, it actually speaks to a higher level of
trust and intimacy. The submissive willingly gives her body over to
her Dom to be used as he pleases. Her gratification comes from
bringing comfort or pleasure to her Master. If this seems strange
to you, consider this—even in non-D/s relationships, couples have
occasions where they are so caught up in their own pleasure they
forget the needs of their partners. It is a normal human reaction.
Within a D/s relationship, it is simply more obvious. The
difference lies in the fact that the objectification is
consensual.”

He walked to the other side of the classroom
and addressed Lea next. “A simple example would be a quickie or
blow job. The Dom uses the sub to orgasm and then goes back to
whatever he or she is doing. It can also be more complicated, such
as playing the part of an inanimate object or even animal
play.”

Brie instantly thought of Captain and how
much she’d enjoyed being his pet. It had been a lovely encounter
she’d cherished.

Mr. Gallant continued, “To the casual
observer it may appear one-sided, but the reality is that the
exchange of power is arousing for both individuals. In giving up
her power, the sub is able to fully embrace her Dom’s pleasure and
claim it for her own. For the Dominant, the gift of such an
exchange serves to highlight the submissive’s devotion to him,
which is both appreciated and thoroughly enjoyed.”