Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (5 page)

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to whip me again…please.”

Before her last word was out, he cracked it
over her other nipple. Sanders’ whimpering cry was erotic, and Brie
felt a wave of wetness between her legs. She was stunned that she
found the whipping scene so arousing.

She sneaked a glance at Sir and saw that he
was watching Sanders intently. He scribbled something down in his
notebook while the Dom continued to whip and tease Sanders to
distraction. Brie turned her eyes back to the stage and watched as
he bent over, cupping Sanders’ chin to kiss her on the lips. The
chains made clinking noises as she attempted to move away from his
kiss.

Sir asked, “Is she wet?”

The Dom reached his hand between her legs
and growled. “Oh, yes, she’s dripping.”

“You may release her.”

He took Sanders out of the bindings with
tenderness. The way he treated her afterwards was gentle, as if he
was her lover. Sanders swayed a little as she found her legs again.
It was clear she was weak from the erotic tryst. Her Dom stood next
to her protectively.

Sir stood up and addressed her. “Miss
Sanders, how do you feel right now?”

“Excited, a little off balance.”

“Would you want the Dom to continue with the
whipping?”

“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.

“Good. Thank him and sit back down.”

Sanders opened her mouth to thank him, but
the Dom said clearly, “Suck me.”

She looked back over at Sir questioningly,
but his expression was unreadable. Sanders obediently sank to her
knees and eased his large cock out of his briefs. She wrapped her
small hand around his shaft and opened her mouth wide. Her slurping
sounds filled the room as she sucked on his manhood. He put his
hand on the back of her head, forcing her to take it even deeper.
“That’s good. Swallow my come, little dove.”

When Sanders had swallowed the last of his
essence, she stood up. They exchanged a look that surprised Brie.
The Dom clearly had affection for Sanders and she had seemed to
enjoy the way he played with her, but she was obviously turned off
by his looks.

Sir spoke to her again. “Miss Sanders, would
you have preferred this scene had played out with somebody
else?”

She answered quickly, “Yes.”

The hairy man nodded to Sir and walked off
the stage. The chains disappeared upwards, clinking ominously.
Sanders quickly donned her clothes and returned to her seat. The
four remaining girls waited for their names to be called.

“Miss Bennett.”

Brie felt a chill go through her. What did
Sir have in store for her this time around?

Brie’s
Breakthrough

She climbed the stairs onto the stage and
faced the panel bravely.

“Class,” Sir said, looking at the other
women. “Miss Bennett shared in her application that she was bullied
by classmates at the predominantly African American school she
attended as a child. Because of that, she has an unnatural fear of
anyone of African American descent.” Sir looked up at Brie. “Is
this true, Miss Bennett?”

Brie nodded, cursing herself for putting it
in the application. As if Sir could read her mind, he said, “Do not
regret telling us your background. The more we know about you, the
faster your training will advance. Hiding parts of yourself will
only lead to difficulties later on. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You noted that you do not like anal sex.
Why?”

She looked down at her feet. “I’ve never
tried it, Sir. Truthfully, I don’t know if I like it or not, but it
sounds painful.”

Sir looked at the group of women again.
“Part of a Dominant’s responsibility is to stretch and grow his Sub
without taking her too far.”

Brie heard the steps of her new partner
walking up the stairs. The man moved up behind her and wrapped his
right arm around the front of her waist in a possessive manner. She
looked down and was not surprised to see his skin was the color of
dark chocolate.

His voice was a low rumble next to her ear.
“Are you ready for me?”

Brie’s breath came in short gasps. She
wasn’t prepared to do this… He turned her around and tilted her
head up. “Are you ready?”

She looked up into his dark hazel eyes. Brie
expected to see anger and hatred reflected in them, her irrational
fear kicking in, but they were filled with lust—lust for her. She
nodded. He grazed his thumb across her lips before his mouth came
down on hers. His thick lips felt different and he had a spicier
smell to his musk. Neither was unpleasant.

After the kiss, Brie’s new Dom held her arm
up and stroked the outline of her curves, causing her skin to
tingle as his hand made its way down to her hips. His dark skin
contrasted beautifully against her creamy white.

Having this man touch her intimately felt
forbidden, even though her rational mind knew differently. She
decided to give in to the feeling—wanting to feel wicked. When he
kissed her again, she moaned into his mouth, letting his tongue
claim her.

She heard movement on the stage. When he
broke the embrace, she saw that a bed and small table had been
placed near them. There were things laid out on the table, but she
couldn’t tell what.

The Dom began untying her leather top. Soon
her chest was exposed to the audience. Brie looked away, not
wanting to acknowledge that she had observers. She realized,
however, that Sir was studying her with interest. She remembered
his critique and made a conscious choice to be more vocal with this
Dom.

She put her hand on the man’s shoulder as he
helped her step out of the skirt and hose. Then he lifted her up
and placed her on the bed. “On all fours,” he commanded. Brie saw
the lubricant on the small table and began shaking all over. She
struggled to breathe as she got on her hands and knees, frightened
that what came next would hurt. A small whimper escaped her lips as
he joined her on the bed.

Her Dom ran his hand over her back for
reassurance. “There is no reason to be frightened. I’m not going to
hurt you.” He picked up an object from the table. “Have you seen
one of these before?”

She looked at the item in his hand. It
looked like a short phallus with a flanged end that was decorated
with a large blue crystal. Brie answered quietly, “No.”

He seemed amused and nodded his head. “It
has an unromantic name, but is an enjoyable piece of
equipment.”

Brie tried to calm her erratic heartbeat.
She was grateful that he was being understanding and patient with
her. “What is it?” she asked.

“It’s called a butt plug.”

Brie looked up at him nervously.

Sir interrupted the scene to talk to the
other students. “As you can see, her Dom has chosen a smaller
device, since this is her first time.” The other girls nodded as if
they understood, but Brie couldn’t miss the relief on their faces
at knowing they weren’t the ones up on stage.

She watched in a combination of fear and
fascination as the Dom covered it in lubricant. “Lay your head on
the pillow but keep your ass in the air. I want you to look back
towards me.”

Brie did as he asked, the position making
her anus more accessible to him and easier for everyone else to
see. She held her breath as he moved down between her legs. What he
held in his hand was
way
bigger than the thing she had
played with. She closed her eyes, determined to be brave.

“No, open them,” he demanded gently.

She looked at him, realizing that being
silent and shutting her eyes to get through it was not allowed. Her
Dom needed and wanted Brie to communicate with him.

She fought the urge to bite her lip as she
felt the cold tip of the plug push against her sphincter. She
gasped when he slowly eased it inside her, stretching her tight
hole, and then grunted in discomfort as he gently forced it farther
in.

He pulled the plug out slightly and then
pushed it back in. The movement seemed to loosen her muscles and
the toy advanced farther inside her. He continued the process,
moving slowly and allowing her body to adjust. Despite the small
diameter of the plug, it felt as if there was a full-sized shaft
inside her. She couldn’t imagine what a real cock would feel
like.

Brie panted as she continued to adjust to
the ever-widening girth of the plug. Just when she didn’t think her
ass could stretch any more, she hit the stopper. Her anus clamped
around it. The plug wasn’t going anywhere until her Dom pulled it
out. He bent down and kissed her ass cheeks. “It looks beautiful
from here.”

She envisioned her butt in the air, with a
blue crystal where her asshole should be. Maybe it did look pretty.
At least he was pleased. Brie tingled with a feeling of
accomplishment. She’d taken the foreign object inside her. It
certainly felt strange, but it did not hurt.

“Lay down on your back now,” he growled
lustfully.

She shivered with excitement, knowing he had
something else in mind. She lay down and looked up at her handsome
Dom. He looked so strong and powerful standing over her. She
trembled when he pulled down his briefs and she saw his manhood for
the first time. It was a lighter shade than the rest of him and
incredibly thick. “I am going to take you with the plug still in
place.” He must have read the fear in her eyes, because he caressed
her cheek and said, “Do you want to please me?”

Brie’s loins quivered in response. Yes, she
did want to please him, but not if it would hurt. She thought back
to what Sir had said. He’d told the class that a good Dominant knew
the limits of his or her sub. Did she trust this man not to harm
her? She looked up into those hazel eyes again and had no doubt.
She opened her legs to him.

Her dark-skinned Dom climbed between them.
Even though she didn’t mean to, she bit her lip when his cock
entered her. His thickness would have filled her up on its own, but
the added plug made her pussy so tight that it felt as if it was
her first time.

He gently thrust his substantial girth
inside her taut opening, allowing Brie’s body to get used to the
constricted feeling. After he’d fully penetrated her with his
length, he began stroking her with his shaft. He used it like an
instrument, rubbing her in places she hadn’t been touched before.
She vocalized for him then, letting him know how good it felt.

His thrusts became more focused and intense,
rubbing on one spot in particular that gave her goose bumps. “Come
for me. I want to feel your pussy come all over my dark shaft.”

Brie moaned, wanting to give him her
pleasure. She tilted her head back and started groaning deep in her
throat. This was going to be an orgasm like none she had
experienced before. Her whole body tensed right before the first
intense wave hit. She screamed and then screamed again as the
strength of it blurred her senses. For a moment, she lost track of
everything—where she was, what she was doing, even who she was…

When Brie finally came back to earth, she
became aware that he was still thrusting inside her. He leaned down
and kissed her on the lips. “Good girl.”

He grabbed onto her pelvis and pushed in as
deep as her body could take him. She felt his cock pulse as he came
inside her. It was so erotic that she cried out with him, wanting
to share in his ecstasy.

The two lay there for several moments,
catching their breath after such an intense session. Finally, he
pulled away from her and then reached between her legs to slowly
remove the plug. She felt empty when it was gone.

Brie rolled off the bed and stood up
groggily, weak from their encounter.

“How do you feel right now?” Sir asked.

“Completely satisfied, Sir.”

“Are you still afraid to take a man
anally?”

She sneaked a peek at him, debating whether
to be totally honest. “Yes, but not as much, Sir.”

He gave a snorting laugh. “I appreciate your
honesty, Miss Bennett. You appear to be taking our critiques to
heart, although I was concerned when your Dom started to penetrate
you and you clammed up.”

Her Dom laughed, nodding in agreement. “Yes,
she was a difficult read there for a bit, but I figured her out.”
He picked up the corset and started fastening it around Brie. Once
she had her skirt zipped up, she gathered her hose, shoes, and
panties to put on at her seat. She was about to skip off the stage
when Sir reminded her curtly, “Thank your Dom.”

Brie couldn’t believe she’d forgotten. She
put her items down and walked back to him with a smile on her lips.
She was grateful that he had helped her to overcome one of her
fears. “Thank you, um…Dom?”

He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “You
may call me Baron.”

“Thank you, Baron.”

He kissed her one more time and then walked
off the stage. She gathered her things and scooted down the stairs
to take refuge in her seat.

Brie was shaken by the experience. So many
new things had happened in a short amount of time—it was too much
to take in. She was barely aware when the next girl took the stage,
or of the fact the girl ran out of the auditorium after quitting
the program.

“Miss Bennett.”

Brie ripped herself away from her inner
thoughts. “Sir?”

“You are expected to observe each student so
that you learn from them.”

“I apologize, Sir.”

“Are you okay, Miss Bennett?”

She sat up in her chair and tried to convey
a sense of calm, although she was anything but. “I’m fine,
Sir.”

He whispered something to Ms. Clark, and
then turned to Brie. “Let’s talk outside.” To the other girls he
said, “Ms. Clark will call up the next student.”

Brie quickly got on her feet and followed
behind Sir. She heard the name ‘Ms. Taylor’ called and glanced back
to see a girl with fake boobs and a pink corset get up on the
stage.