Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (54 page)

“Would you like to see it?”

She nodded and felt him untying the
blindfold. Master Coen helped her sit up. Brie took a deep breath
before she looked.

The creamy skin of her right thigh was
unmarked. She shook her head and looked at the left one. There was
nothing on either. She looked up at Master Coen questioningly.

“The power of the mind.”

When he untied her wrists, Brie hesitantly
caressed the skin of her thigh, not quite believing she hadn’t been
branded because she could still feel the aftereffects of it on her
skin.

“It felt so real.”

“The power of suggestion, Miss Bennett, is
quite potent. I told you what was about to happen; your mind
accepted it and responded accordingly.”

“But I felt the hot iron and heard my skin
burning.”

“I switched the heat of the brand with the
chill of ice and I sprinkled water into the fire. Effective
alternatives to trick the senses.”

Brie lay back down, still feeling dazed.
“That’s crazy.”

“This exercise demonstrates the intense
power of suggestion.”

She chuckled nervously. “You’re not
kidding!”

Brie shuddered; the reality that she hadn’t
been branded not quite registering. Master Coen smiled down at her
as he undid her bindings. “You were brave, Miss Bennett. Quite
impressive.”

She frowned and turned from him. “Not so
impressive when nothing happened. I feel like an idiot.”

He picked her up in his large, muscular arms
and carried her to a lounge chair in the corner, holding her like a
child. “You do not appreciate it yet, but you are a prime candidate
for mind play. Your creative nature makes you a charming
plaything.”

She looked at him sadly. “That sounds like a
bad quality to me.”

“On the contrary, in the hands of a trusted
Dom the possibilities are limitless.”

A shuddering sigh escaped her lips, remnants
of the emotional experience. Master Coen held her tighter. “We are
going to explore erotic hypnosis with you this week. After today’s
session, I believe you will be successful and will appreciate the
experience.”

She tentatively touched his square jaw with
her fingertips. “Master Coen, the idea both excites
and
frightens me.”

“I understand. However, erotic hypnosis is
not meant to be a mind-fuck.”

“Mind-fuck?”

“What you just experienced. Being led to
believe something for the amusement of the Dominant. Erotic
hypnosis is mutually enjoyable and will enhance your ability to
explore sexual experiences you could not before.”

Master Coen reached between her legs and
began lightly stroking her clit. Brie closed her eyes and relaxed
under his attention. “I have seen few submissives with your courage
or stubbornness.”

She opened her eyes and gave him a tentative
smile. “Thank you?”

He chuckled. “Yes, it was meant as a
compliment. Lie still and accept your reward for that gutsy
display.”

His fingers began flicking at a quicker
pace, causing a slow burn in her pelvis. Brie tilted her head back
and moaned. He met her lips with his own. His kiss was gentle, in
stark contrast to his burly exterior. It appeared Master Coen had a
softer side, one that she was just now beginning to see. It didn’t
take long before her hips were bucking against his hand in
pleasurable release. It felt so intimate, so sweet to come in his
arms like that.

“Thank you, Master,” she whispered.

He kissed her forehead. “I take pleasure in
rewarding my subs. Just ask the two I have at home.”

She could just imagine his harem of girls,
waiting to service Master Coen’s every need. A threesome might work
for some, but Brie wanted exclusive rights to her Dom.

“Tomorrow you will be working with Master
Anderson after a short session with Marquis Gray in room forty-two.
They will be providing you with lessons based on your interest in
becoming a full-time sub. However…” He laughed aloud. “I doubt it’s
what you are expecting.”

He refused to elaborate, which made Brie
excruciatingly curious. She had never been on that side of the
school and couldn’t begin to imagine what was hidden in those
rooms.

Ineptitude

When Brie pulled up to the school the
following night, she was overwhelmed by disappointment. Blue Eyes
was still missing. She hadn’t been overly concerned on Monday when
he hadn’t been at the door, but two days in a row seemed odd for
him. Brie wondered if it was a rule that they couldn’t fraternize
after an auction, or if Faelan was training extra hard now that his
class was also coming to a close.
Our last week…
The thought
depressed her.

She hurried to classroom forty-two, anxious
to discover what unusual encounter Marquis had planned for her.
Brie swung open the door and stopped cold. It was a kitchen.

Marquis stood beside the counter, along with
Mary and Lea. “Running behind, Miss Bennett?”

She glanced up at the clock. Still five
minutes early, but that seemed to mean nothing at this school.
“Sorry, Marquis Gray.” She dutifully untied her corset, then set it
to the side before kneeling in front of him. He ignored her,
speaking to the other two girls instead.

“If you wish to be a full-time submissive,
it will be expected that you can cook. You have heard the way to a
man’s heart is through his stomach? Well, in your case, the way to
a Dom’s good graces is through pleasing his discerning palate.”

Brie’s jaw dropped.
Cooking?
That was
one area she had no talent for or interest in. She desperately
wanted to question him on it, but would not be allowed to until he
acknowledged her.

“Although we are only going to touch on the
basics today, you should be able to produce a few exceptional
dishes to please a variety of tastes. I shall start you off. Once
you prove you have mastered this basic skill, you will move onto
Master Anderson in room forty-eight. He is trained as a gourmet
chef and will further your education.”

Marquis Gray walked over to Brie and placed
his hand on her head. “Come join us, pearl, but re-dress. I do not
want to see burns on those lovely breasts.”

Brie nodded, smiling inside. Marquis knew
just how to tweak her ego.

There were five stoves in the large room. He
directed her to the one closest to Lea’s. “You three will cook
omelets for me.”

Mary raised her hand. “What if I don’t know
how?”

“Do your best. I want to see the extent of
your cooking knowledge.”

Brie groaned inside. This was not going to
be pretty…

There was already a pan on the stove and a
bunch of ingredients set in bowls. At least they had made it easy
for her. Brie cracked a couple of eggs into the skillet and fished
out the shells. She threw in a pat of butter and turned the stove
on high. She remembered something about needing to sear the
outside. While she waited, she sprinkled a little bacon, lots of
cheese, and a touch of parsley for color. When the eggs started
bubbling, she grabbed the spatula and attempted to turn it. The
omelet would not come off the pan. She scraped the bottom, and
noticed it was a little too brown. She took it off the burner and
finished scraping the egg from the pan. It was a hot, scrambled
mess.

“Please present your omelet attractively on
the plate and give it to me,” Marquis instructed.

Brie looked over at Lea, who tilted her pan
and let her omelet slip out onto the plate. At a little flick of
her wrist before it was completely out, it folded neatly in two.
Lea put a sprig of parsley and a thin wedge of twisted orange slice
on the side for decoration. It was disgusting how easy she’d made
it look!

Brie patted her brown scrambled eggs into
the shape of an omelet and handed it to Marquis with her head bowed
in shame. She sneaked a peek at Mary’s plate and was relieved to
see that hers was not much better.

All three girls stood before him as he
tasted their work. He started with Lea’s first. “Nice color.
Pleasing to the eye.” He cut off just the end and took a bite.
After chewing it for a few seconds, he swallowed. “Good
consistency; appropriate seasoning; nice ingredient choice. I
really cannot help you further, Ms. Taylor. You may proceed to
Master Anderson.”

Brie wanted to protest. She had been looking
forward to spending time with her best friend. Instead, she had to
watch Lea collect her thong at the door, slip it on and bow to
Marquis before leaving.

Marquis Gray went for Mary’s next. He had a
hard time cutting through it with his fork and did not look anxious
to place the bite in his mouth. He chewed it for much longer than
he had Lea’s and swallowed hard. “Rubbery. Way too much salt.” He
addressed Mary directly. “Did I ask you for an omelet, Miss
Wilson?”

“Yes, Marquis Gray.”

“Then why did you give me a fried egg?”

“I… Isn’t it an omelet?”

He pushed the plate away. “No. It is
not.”

Brie trembled when he took her plate. He
shook his head when he tried to cut it and it just fell apart. He
looked hesitant as he put the forkful in his mouth, then spat the
egg back onto the plate.

“Horribly burnt, inedible and no seasoning
to speak of. What were you thinking, Miss Bennett?”

She burned with humiliation when she
admitted, “I can’t cook.”

“Obviously, but have you never been in a
kitchen?”

She stared at her feet when she answered,
“My mom did all the cooking. I just kind of watched.”

“Did you learn
nothing
?”

It clawed at Brie’s insides to know she was
a complete failure. She’d never thought for one second her cooking
skills would play into her role as a submissive.

He walked over to the stove Lea had
previously occupied. “I will instruct you both on how to make a
decent omelet. Pay attention. I will not repeat myself.”

Mary looked over at Brie and shrugged. At
least the two of them were in it together.

“First, you should get your pan heating on
medium heat. To get a fluffy consistency, I separate the egg whites
and whip them.” He was quick and precise as he cracked and
separated three eggs. “Add a tablespoon of water and whip until it
is incorporated. Then whip the egg yolks in a separate bowl, add a
little salt and pepper to taste and fold the egg whites in
gently.”

He showed the girls how to scoop from the
bottom and fold it over the top of the whites. “Don’t over-fold or
you will eliminate the air pockets you just created.” He put it
down and put two pats of butter in the pan. “Take it off the heat
while the butter melts. Once it is completely melted, you can put
it back on. This prevents you burning the butter—a common
mistake.”

He put the pan back on and poured the
mixture into it. “Add your favorite ingredients. I personally like
a touch of green onion and bacon. Wait until it starts to set and
then swirl the pan around to cook the run-off, like so.” He swirled
the runny eggs so that they met the side of the pan. “When they
look almost done, sprinkle with cheese. Aged Gouda and Swiss cheese
are my preference. Once it is melted, you can plate.”

Marquis held up a dish and tilted the pan so
the eggs slid out. Just like Lea, he did a little flip of the pan
so that the omelet folded into a perfect half-moon. Brie was
tempted to clap, it looked so pretty.

“I want you both to taste it. Specifically
notice the texture, the seasoning, and the look of the cooked eggs.
I expect you to duplicate it.”

Both girls took a fork and cut into his
omelet. It was like cutting into a moist piece of cake. Brie took a
bite and moaned in pleasure. Man, if she could cook like this her
Dom would be kissing her feet…just before he commanded that she
kneel and flogged her for a job well done.

“Begin.”

Brie gave Mary a wink. Now that she knew
what she was doing, she would be out of here in no time. She
followed his example of separating eggs, but went to dig out the
shells.

“Throw it out. I will not eat shells,”
Marquis snapped.

She poured them out and started again. After
several tries, she had a shell-less concoction. She put the butter
in and watched it melt. When she saw the butter turn brown, she
realized she’d forgotten to take the pan off the heat.

“Start again.”

Brie sighed. Mary was already handing
Marquis her second omelet. Brie held her breath while he tasted it.
“Still rubber. Try again.”
Looks like we’re cut from the same
cloth, Mary.

The two continued through trial and error to
replicate Marquis’ fluffy omelet. Brie could not get the hang of
the wrist flip at the end and her omelets looked funky, but she was
definitely improving—or so she thought.

Ten omelets later, Marquis snorted in
disgust when they presented him with their attempts. “No!” He
pushed the plate back to Brie. “Look, does that look golden or
brown? Don’t even bother serving it. There is nothing more
disgusting than burnt eggs.”

Brie went back to start a new one. She
sighed at Mary when a shell fell in. She dumped the eggs and
started again.

“There. That is close to the original. Do it
again so that I know it’s not just a fluke.”

Brie watched in dismay as Mary started on
her final omelet. She didn’t want to be the last one in the
room.

Nothing about cooking came naturally to
Brie. It was a mystery and even with instructions there was still a
finesse she lacked, but she wasn’t going to let it stop her. Brie
sprinkled the ingredients in and started twirling the pan. Too
soon. She put it down and waited for the eggs to start bubbling.
She kept glancing over at Mary, who suddenly seemed to know what
she was doing.

The distraction caused Brie to brown the
eggs and she had to throw the finished omelet away. She started
afresh, groaning as Mary handed Marquis Gray her completed dish. He
took a large forkful and chewed on it for several seconds. A smile
spread across his face. “Acceptable. You may join Ms. Taylor in
room forty-eight.”