Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (57 page)

Brie cried out as her pussy started
pulsating. Her orgasm was subtle, but it was definitely a real
orgasm.

“Good sub.” Mistress patted her palm before
standing up. Brie waited several minutes before Ms. Clark took off
the blindfold. Brie noticed she was fully dressed.

“What did you think, Miss Bennett?”

Brie suddenly understood how Ms. Clark must
have felt when Brie had made her orgasm through cunnilingus. It was
weird to have experienced pleasure at the hands of an unwanted
partner. But the experience itself had been amazing. To come
without any stimulation to her pussy had been extraordinary and she
was grateful for the experience.

“I liked it very much, Mistress.”

“Call me by my trainer title.”

The scene was officially over. “Yes, Ms.
Clark.”

“I’m glad to hear you enjoyed it. Dress—we
have a short stop before you can leave.”

Brie quickly dressed, pulling hard on her
ties in an attempt to duplicate Ms. Clark’s preference. They walked
back down the hallway straight to Sir’s office.

Ms. Clark knocked on the frame of the door.
“We are done.”

Sir looked up from his desk. “How did it
go?”

“I found her quite easy to manipulate, quite
easy indeed. I consider our Miss Bennett to be a hypnosis
slut.”

And the old Ms. Clark returns…

Sir turned his attention to Brie. “Miss
Bennett, what did you think of the experience?”

Despite Ms. Clark’s insult, she smiled into
Sir’s gorgeous eyes. “It was amazing, Sir.”

He nodded to her in a fatherly way.
“Excellent. You are dismissed. Expect my call in the morning.” He
looked at Ms. Clark. “Please stay behind. I would like to talk with
you.”

Brie couldn’t wait to spend time with Sir
without prying eyes, and would have skipped down the hallway if her
shoes had allowed it.

Brie received a text message at precisely
eight o’clock the next morning:
Dress in clothes provided.
Prepare your body for your Dom. I will come by to pick you up at 6
PM.

She couldn’t even think straight after that.
Spending a whole night with Sir was unimaginable! She fumbled her
way through work. Mr. Reynolds was startled when her drawer came up
fifteen dollars short.

“What’s going on, Brie? This is so unlike
you.”

As embarrassing as it was, she didn’t really
care. She would be in Sir’s arms tonight. “Mr. Reynolds, can I just
pay you the fifteen dollars?”

“That’s not how it works, Brie. I have to
write you up, per store policy.”

She smiled. “Okay. Do whatever you have
to.”

Mr. Reynolds shook his head. “What’s
happened?”

Brie giggled and blurted, “I have a hot date
tonight!”

He frowned, but she could tell it was
forced. “A hot date is not an excuse for a short drawer.”

“Honest, I will try to keep more focused
tomorrow, but I feel too wonderful to care right now.”

“I think you should stay home tomorrow,” he
stated.

“No, Mr. Reynolds, I’m sorry! You know this
isn’t normal for me.”

“It would be best if you don’t come in
tomorrow. Understand I will send you home if you show up.”

Brie felt horrible. “Mr. Reynolds…”

“Think of it as a vacation. Of course, it is
an unpaid vacation, but you can sleep in tomorrow morning.”

She gave him a quick hug and left with a
skip in her step. Tonight she would be under the domination of
Sir…

Brie came home to find a large package at
her front door. She excitedly picked it up and took it into her
tiny apartment. Surprises were a weakness of hers, so she ripped
into it before shutting the door. When she’d lifted off the lid and
pulled back the tissue paper, she gasped in delight. Not only was
there a sequined gown of gold and black, but there were also classy
six-inch heels, black lace garter belt, silk hose, and a sexy
front-clasp bra and panty set. His taste was impeccable.

Brie purred when she lifted up the dress,
noting the sleek gold zipper down the front, and held it against
her. She danced in a circle, imagining how the night would play
out. How would Sir take her kingly fantasy and make it a reality?
It was obvious he would be going with a modern scene. Would he end
up playing the priest? She desperately hoped so!

She took extra time shaving, caressing her
skin with oils, manicuring her nails, and styling her hair. She
wanted to be perfect for Sir. Then she waited anxiously by the
door, willing the doorbell to ring.

Exactly at six, he came for her. She
straightened her dress and smoothed out her hair one last time
before opening the door to him. She couldn’t breathe when she saw
the man standing before her. Sir was dressed in a striking suit of
dark gray. His brown hair was brushed back loosely and he wore a
naughty smirk—the kind that turned Brie into putty. Over his arm,
he carried a fur.

She held onto the doorknob for support.
“Good evening, Sir.”

“Tonight you will call me Khan.” So he was
playing the role of a ruler. What did that mean for the evening—for
her?

“If it pleases you, Khan.”

“Turn around for me, girl.”

Brie turned slowly for him, basking in his
rapt attention. He shut the door before he exclaimed, “This will
not do.”

Sir put down the fur wrap and grabbed the
hem of her dress, pulling at the seams. She heard them rip.

“Better.”

Brie looked back and saw that the slit of
her dress nearly reached the crease of her ass now. He caressed her
buttocks before peeling off the black lace panties. He threw them
in the box. “It was a mistake to include these. Totally
unnecessary.” The authoritative way he handled her was sexy and
already had her moist between the legs. “Face the wall.”

She turned away from him and purred when he
took her wrists and tied them together behind her back. Was he
going to ravish her now?

Instead of being taken by Sir, she felt the
fur caress her shoulders as it covered her arms from view. “My
elegant property,” he murmured in her ear. He placed his arm on her
back and guided her out of the apartment.

Brie felt the butterflies start as he led
her to a limousine. The driver opened the door and Sir helped her
into the vehicle. The oversized seats were made of leather and it
looked as if the limo could hold at least twelve people.

Sir sat down beside her and nodded to the
driver before he shut the door. Sir grasped her chin and kissed her
roughly. Brie’s heart did a flip-flop.

“You are here for my pleasure,” he stated,
setting up the fantasy.

“Yes, Khan.”

“You will not deny me.”

“No, Khan.”

She expected him to take her then, but he
buckled her in the seat and moved across from her. He sat with his
legs open in a relaxed but powerful position. Sir spent the drive
staring at her, saying nothing.

When they arrived, Brie expected to see an
upscale restaurant but was greeted by the sight of a warehouse
instead. Sir guided his shocked submissive over the cracking
asphalt and into the building. The expansive warehouse housed an
arena. The place was smoky and crowded with men, making it
difficult to see the main entertainment, a large metal cage in the
middle of the building. Inside the enclosure two men, both bloody
and beaten, fought ruthlessly as the crowd cheered on. Brie
shuddered and turned away as one of the men took a solid kick to
the head and crashed to the floor.

“Watch your victor, girl,” Sir told her.

Brie watched in dismay as the downed man was
repeatedly beaten until the referee finally called the fight. The
crowd went wild as the champion raised his fist in the air. He
exited the cage and was accosted by fans as he made his way through
the multitudes. The fighter was stopped by Sir’s driver. After a
brief conversation, the muscle-bound man turned and headed straight
towards Brie. He looked fierce with his large muscles and
tattoo-covered chest.

She held her breath, wondering what Sir had
in mind. The wild-eyed man approached her, obviously high from the
fight. A smile spread across his face as he looked her over. “My
prize?”

“Yes,” Sir said as he removed the fur and
untied Brie’s wrists. “Pleasure your victor with your mouth,
girl.”

Ah, Thomas…
But a much sexier version
compared to her fantasy.

She knelt on the cement in her beautiful
dress before the fearsome fighter. The man jerked down his shorts,
exposing a throbbing, hard cock. She hesitantly grasped his shaft,
in keeping with her virgin persona, and tentatively licked the head
of his manhood in front of the now hushed crowd.

Brie inhaled his musky scent, getting off on
the manly aroma. She lightly fluttered her tongue across his
frenulum and felt his body stiffen. Then she took his meaty shaft
into her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her
farther onto his cock. Luckily, Brie was experienced enough to take
his enthusiastic handling. She whimpered softly on his manhood,
lightly caressing his balls with her hand.

He wasn’t satisfied with a blow job,
however, and pushed her onto all fours, hiking up her dress. She
fully expected to feel his shaft ram into her, but Sir heaved him
off her. “No!”

Sir helped Brie off the ground,
straightening her dress and brushing off her knees before he turned
to the stunned fighter. “Never take more than you are offered.”

Brie stood there quietly as he placed the
fur back over her shoulders and walked her out. He murmured in her
ear as they were leaving, “Although that proved entertaining, I am
not sure you are worthy yet.” He nodded to a young male selling
tickets at the entrance. The gossamer blond with an angelic face
immediately handed over the tickets and cash to another employee
and followed them out.

Brie’s heart was racing. The boy had to be
her ‘priest’.

Sir escorted her back to the limousine and
helped her inside. The boy was directed to the back to watch while
Sir sat beside Brie. He looked her over critically, as if he were
still deciding her merit. “If I do not find you pleasing, the
evening will end.”

She swallowed hard, unsure if he was acting
or if he actually meant it. “I long to please you, Khan.”

“Lie down, girl. Let me examine your
feminine wares.”

Brie lay down on the leather seat that
stretched the length of the limo. Sir moved closer and slowly ran
his hand up her leg. She tried to look into his eyes, but he was
focused on watching his hand move up her thigh. He lifted the hem,
exposing her bare mound. She felt a rush of heat as he stared at
her lustfully. “A fine flower, ripe for the picking.”

His hands went to the zipper between her
breasts. With deliberate precision, he pulled it down one link at a
time. His agonizing slowness made the reveal that much more
exciting. When he finally pulled the material aside, Brie gasped.
Her chest rose and fell rapidly as he caressed her lace-covered
breasts and trailed his fingers down her stomach.

“You are beautiful, girl, but are you
appropriately responsive?” Sir’s hand moved between her legs and
petted her sex. Brie bit her lip and resisted the urge to press
against his hand, determined to continue her role as a virgin.

Sir reached into his jacket and pulled out a
velvet box. “A test.” He opened it and held up a long strand of
pearls. He placed the strand over either side of her clit and
pulled the necklace taut so that the pearls caressed both sides of
her sensitive nub, then he slowly pulled the strand down. Each
individual pearl rubbed against her clit as it passed. She
appreciated the length of the necklace as she squirmed under its
sensual caress. When he reached the end, he repositioned it and
dragged it down again. Brie moaned softly in pleasure, trying not
to behave as wantonly as she felt.

He held up the strand of pearls and twisted
them once, then placed them over her head and laid them on her
chest. She felt the moistness of her excitement on the jewelry.

Sir slipped his hand in between her eager
pussy lips, his fingers sliding over her clit leisurely. She tried
to remain still in order to pass the ‘test’, although she coveted
his touch.

“Girl, it’s time to expose the truth.” She
whimpered when he slowly inserted his middle finger inside her. He
swirled it over the smooth walls of her vagina and her body
inadvertently moved with him, ravenous for his attention. “For an
innocent, you are exceedingly wet.”

“You have that effect on me, Sir,” she
whispered.

With his finger stroking her from the
inside, he corrected, “Khan.”

Brie blushed, realizing she’d slipped out of
character. She licked her lips, ready to apologize, when he hit her
G-spot. She groaned, her body automatically arching in pleasure. A
fire instantly ignited, one she did not have control over. She
shook her head, trying to keep the orgasm at bay. It was too soon,
since she was playing a virgin. “No, no…”

“Do not deny me.”

She opened her eyes and looked into Sir’s as
the chill took over and her nipples hardened. A small cry escaped
her lips as her muscles caressed his finger in their undulating
rhythm. He growled under his breath, his eyes gleaming with
lust.

He pulled his finger out and tasted her.
“Sweet as an innocent should be.”

Brie lay there staring at him, totally
enamored by the man. Again, she thought Sir might take her then,
but he instructed her to dress. She sat up and slowly zipped her
gown. “Pearls underneath,” Sir instructed.

She sneaked a glance at the boy, who had
witnessed the whole scene. He stared at her intently, but remained
where he was.

Sir tied her wrists behind her back again
and covered her shoulders with the fur. The limousine pulled up to
an opulent theater famous for its operatic performances. Sir helped
Brie out of the vehicle and told the young man to follow.