Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (45 page)

“On your hands and knees.”

She immediately dropped onto all fours, but
her spirit balked at what he was going to do next. She closed her
eyes, but he would not allow her that escape.

“Open your eyes, pearl, and watch your
Master adorn you.”

Brie turned her head and watched with
trepidation as Marquis picked up the lube and coated the plug with
it. He looked at her intently and he knelt down beside her. “How do
you feel?”

Marquis was not asking her color, so she
answered truthfully, “Frightened.”

“That is not acceptable. You are not
thinking like a sub. You are allowing your ego to get in the way of
what you desire. What is it you desire, pearl?”

She looked into his dark eyes, knowing the
answer without a doubt. “To please you.”

“Yes. You know what I want and yet you are
resistant.”

“I’m sorry, Master.”

“I do not need an apology. Tell me what you
want.”

She answered hesitantly, “I want you to
adorn me, Master.”

He shook his head. “That was
not
convincing.”

Brie closed her eyes and focused on giving
in to Marquis Gray’s desire.
His pleasure is my pleasure…
She imagined his groans of passion and it made her wet to think of
it. Taking this plug could either be enticing, or she could choose
to make it something negative, which was not his intent. She opened
her eyes and looked at him. “I want you to adorn your pony,
Master.”

He nodded and coated the outside of her anus
with the lubricant before pressing the toy against her tight
sphincter. Brie pushed back against it, seeking the invasion of the
plug. She groaned as the tip slipped in.

“That’s it,” he coaxed. Marquis continued to
press it in farther, sliding the plug in and out so that her
muscles could loosen and allow for deeper penetration. She moaned
when he made the final push and her ass muscles clamped around the
end. “Swing that tail for me, pearl,” he murmured in a low
voice.

Brie wiggled her ass playfully and the long
tail swished, brushing against her legs.

“Beautiful.” He picked up the bridle next
and ordered her to open her mouth. He placed the thin metal bit
between her teeth and directed her to turn around so that he could
buckle it on. The straps ran over her nose and under her chin,
attaching at the back with a long rein that he let fall down in
front. She began salivating and realized this was his version of
the ball gag.
Why does the man have to be so thorough?

Marquis picked up his crop and lightly
smacked her on the ass. “Yes, this will do nicely.” He picked up
the reins from the floor and ordered her to crawl in a circle
around him. He flicked the crop across her buttocks as she made her
way around him. She wondered if the image reminded Lea and Mary of
a horse in training.

“No, this won’t do,” he complained. “Stand
up.”

Brie got onto her feet, very aware of the
plug in her ass and the metal bit in her mouth. Strangely, neither
was causing her distress.

“Prance for me,” he ordered. Brie
automatically put her arms in front of her like a rearing horse and
started gracefully prancing in a circle around him. She felt the
gentle swish of the tail and wondered what it looked like in
motion. He guided her with the reins as he smacked his crop against
her ass with greater enthusiasm. “Faster, beauty.”

Brie kept up with his demands for speed,
responding to the sting of the crop that warmed her ass. Then he
had her change direction and warmed the other side. By the time he
asked her to stop, she was panting for breath.

He snapped his fingers and a short wooden
table was brought onto the stage. “Onto the table, pearl. I wish to
thoroughly examine my pony before I ride her.”

Brie crawled onto the table and took on the
stance of a proud mare, with her back arched and head held
high—higher than a submissive was allowed. Marquis moved the reins
to rest on her neck and put the crop down. His hands began to
travel down her back and over her tender ass. “I appreciate the
smooth round flank of a pony.” He continued down over her thigh to
her calf, finally stopping on her vulnerable feet. “The temperament
of a beast can be determined by how they respond to having their
hooves handled. Any resistance is considered a bad sign.”

Brie understood the challenge and allowed
him to lift her foot. Then he began tickling the arch. Her instinct
was to pull away, but she endured his torture. He increased his
cruelty by concentrating his efforts on her defenseless toes. Her
loins contracted as she struggled not to move, but a giggle escaped
past the metal bit.

He put her foot down and moved to the other
side. Again his hands ran down her back, over the swell of her ass
to her foot. The torture started up again. He found that spot in
between her toes and brushed it ever so lightly. She jerked without
meaning to.

He put her foot down slowly, without saying
a word.
A bad sign.
He moved his hand up her back again,
caressing the contours of her shoulder blades, then lower to
appreciate the fullness of her breasts. Marquis Gray’s fingers
trailed down the length of her arm before he picked up her hand and
lightly traced her palm with his finger. It tickled, but not with
the intensity her toes had. No, this was sensual, intimate contact
that made her moist between the legs.

Marquis moved over to the other side and he
repeated the examination. Once satisfied with her ‘hooves’, he
began an inspection of her genital region. Brie bit down on the
metal as he commanded she open her legs wider. His fingers explored
her swollen lips and vagina clinically. It wasn’t the romantic
touch of a lover. It was purposeful and without emotion, which
turned her on even more.

He played with her juicy folds, commenting,
“I see my filly is a wanton little thing.”

Marquis ended his inspection by moving to
her head. He opened her mouth and made as if he was checking her
teeth. She could smell and taste herself on his fingers. When he
seemed satisfied with the health of her mouth, he stroked her neck.
Once again, his touch was back to being sensual and arousing. He
pulled her hair from her face and examined her ears last, first
tugging and pulling gently on them, before blowing his moist breath
into each one. It sent a shiver, both times, all the way to her
aching groin.

He stood back from her and shook his head
slowly. “Almost perfect. Almost…”

She knew he was referring to her flinch and
wondered what her punishment would be. “Stand up and face your
Master.”

Brie stood in front of Marquis Gray, her
head no longer lifted in pride. He moved her long curls to her back
and commanded her to put her hands to her sides. “That hoof
reaction must be dealt with. As your equine trainer, it is my
duty.”

Brie nodded in pretended shame. She’d had no
idea Marquis could be such a playful Dom. His many facets astounded
her.

“Lift your head up and look to the ceiling,
wanton pony.” She did, her breaths coming in quick gasps again.
“Yes, I can see you know what must happen. Your heart races even
now.”

The leather tongue of the crop caressed her
torso, the lightness of the contact making it alluring and
welcomed. Several times he trailed the crop down to her mound,
letting it rest there to tease her. But when he moved back up and
flicked her hard nipple with it, she closed her eyes.

Yes, Brie knew very well what was about to
happen…

He snapped the crop directly onto her right
nipple and she moaned at the pleasurable sting it caused. Her pussy
began pulsating—she wanted more of his wicked attention.

“A good filly should not resist her Master’s
touch. Do you understand?”

She nodded in breathless anticipation.

He snapped the crop against her left breast
and she cried out, the tension in her pussy building up for
release. “No coming,” he commanded. She shuddered, trying to curb
the erotic flow mounting inside her.

He snapped the crop against her breasts
several more times before turning her around and commanding she
bend over. She leaned against the table, needing him to enter her
now.
But this isn’t about me…

Marquis Gray dragged the length of his crop
across the crease of her ass. Her body responded favorably,
remembering the cane, and she moaned. He began tapping her round
buttocks with the crop, interspersing the motion with harder
strokes. It teased her to distraction and she wiggled her ass
suggestively, wanting him to take her.

His response was to give her two hard
strokes that took her breath away, effectively putting her back in
her place. He then went back to his tapping and stroking, reddening
her pony ass with his crop. Just as with the cane, Marquis knew how
to use his tool for maximum sexual arousal. Brie was gushing with
need for her Dom.

He stopped unexpectedly and she felt him
grab her sex, his middle finger slipping into her possessively.
Brie’s muscles pulsated around his finger—she was dangerously close
to coming. She whimpered but did not pull away, even though the
contact was sending her over the edge. Instead, she bit down on her
own arm, distracting herself from the impending orgasm. It slowly
abated and she heard him say, “Well done, wanton filly.”

Marquis pulled her head back with the reins,
making her pose attractively for the audience, and then continued
to redden her ass with his crop. She loved the satisfying crack it
made when it came into contact with her skin.

He laid his crop down and ran his hands over
her buttocks. “It’s so beautiful. I simply must taste.” She felt
his hot tongue caressing her stinging ass. Her need for him was so
great it ate her up inside, and she whimpered loudly.

“Ponies don’t whimper,” he growled in her
ear.

Brie had forgotten her place again. She was
his
instrument of pleasure. She must deny her need for
release, not assume he would grant it. He slapped her throbbing
cheeks. She was a selfish little sub and she knew it. But oh, how
her body loved and craved the attention!

“On the floor, filly.”

Brie got on all fours, aching for him. He
pulled on the reins again, pulling her neck back in a graceful
arch. “I am about to ride you, my wanton slut.”

The normally offensive word sounded sexy
coming from his lips, and she moaned in response.
I am your
wanton slut… Mount me, Master!
she cried silently.

Marquis knelt behind her, still holding the
reins tight. He swished her tail to one side and pushed his curved
shaft inside her. Brie moaned in ecstasy and discomfort. The butt
plug made her extremely tight but she enjoyed the feeling. It
forced her to relax so she could take his deep thrusting—and she
needed
his thrusting.

“You’re so tight, filly. Are you sure you
can take all of me?”

Brie pushed against him, forcing his cock
deeper.

“So be it.” He let go of the reins and
grabbed her ass with both hands, giving her the fullness of his
cock without restraint. Brie’s cries were somewhat muffled by the
bit in her mouth, but they still rang loud and clear throughout the
auditorium.

She felt him revving up for a quick climax
and she had to quiet a whimper. His curved shaft was rubbing her
G-spot deliciously because of the tightness. She started thrashing
her head, trying to keep her orgasm at bay, but she was too
close…

“Come,” he demanded.

Tears of gratitude ran down her face, though
she was unsure if his command had been out of kindness or simple
coincidence. Regardless, she groaned against her bit, embracing the
release she had tried heroically to hold back. He rammed his cock
deep into her as her body squeezed his shaft with its rhythmic
motion; she orgasmed so hard it almost hurt.

She trembled uncontrollably afterwards. With
tender hands he unbuckled the bridle and removed the plug. He then
picked her up in his arms. Marquis took her to the small room and
lay with her once again. It was something she treasured about their
encounters. He pulled her close and said, “I have not played with a
pony before. Far more enjoyable than I imagined.”

She smiled at the thought that she was his
first. “You didn’t miss a detail. From the bit to replace the ball
gag to calling me a slut. But why?”

“Did you enjoy it?” he growled lustfully in
her ear.

She blushed to admit it. “Yes, Master.”

“You needed to overcome the hesitancy to
obey such role play.”

“Although it is not something you normally
partake in?”

“Even trainers need to stretch themselves,
pearl. No one should remain stagnant.”

She turned towards him and looked into his
perilous eyes. “I’d never imagined you had a frisky side,
Master.”

“We will not speak of it,” he answered with
a funny smile, crushing her to his chest.

What other surprises did Marquis Gray have
hidden away?

Brie was on cloud nine, walking down the
hallway with her heels making that lovely clicking sound against
the tile as she made her way to Mr. Gallant’s class. Out of
nowhere, an unknown assailant drew her inside a dark room, placing
a strong hand over her mouth. She struggled, screaming into the
unyielding palm.

“Shh…” He lifted his hand away. “It’s
me.”

She stopped struggling. His lips brushed
against hers, lightly, teasingly. She leaned forward for more, but
he pulled back, causing her to protest. “Wha…?”

Sir pushed her against the wall and returned
his hand to her mouth. “No more words.” She felt his other hand
reach under her skirt and pull her thong down to her knees. Already
her body was burning for him. Just his proximity made her crazy,
but to be taken this way in the dark by her Sir…