Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (9 page)

He dripped the wax over her stomach, causing
her to squirm further. Then he pulled his cock from his briefs and
demanded she stroke it. She continued to thrust the candle deep as
she stroked his shaft with her other hand.

He dribbled the wax over her mound and Brie
heard Lea take a sharp breath, but otherwise remain silent. “You
like it, don’t you pet?” he crooned over her. Lea nodded.

The massive man moved between her legs and
took hold of the candle she was playing with. He pulled it out and
placed it on the stage floor. He replaced the candle with his
substantial cock. Lea wrapped her legs around the man’s great waist
and threw her head back in what looked like pleasure. It was odd to
watch the scene play out without her vocalizations and helped
reinforce the lesson Brie had learned the night before. She
definitely needed to communicate effectively with her Doms.

He dripped the candle onto Lea’s pussy,
covering it, and his cock, with the wax. He groaned in pleasure and
did it again before blowing out the candle. He braced himself and
then started ramming his dick into her. It was oddly fascinating
watching the body fat of the man move in waves as he pounded her
fiercely.

Other than short gasps, nothing escaped
Lea’s lips. Only his cries of passion echoed in the auditorium. He
clutched her and finished with solid thrusts. Brie didn’t know how
Lea had stayed silent through her pounding.

After he had pulled out, he leaned down and
handed Lea a new candle. “I want you to come,” he said in a hoarse
voice.

Lea grabbed it and began stroking herself
with the same rapid pace her Dom had used when he’d fucked her. He
rubbed her clit relentlessly with his beefy fingers. Soon Lea’s
hips were convulsing in a rhythmic motion. Still, no sound came
from her lips. Brie was impressed. Whatever Marquis Gray had done
must have had a profound impact on her. Lea was doing everything in
her power to stay in the program, and Brie was pleased.

Lea bowed to her Dom afterwards and quickly
got dressed. She sat down, positively glowing. It was obvious she
had enjoyed herself. Brie leaned over and whispered, “I thought of
a joke for you.”

Lea looked at her and smiled
encouragingly.

“A masochist begs a sadist, ‘Please hurt
me’. The sadist looks over with an evil smile and answers,
‘No’.”

Lea turned a deep shade of red and swallowed
several times, trying not to laugh. For a second, Brie was afraid
she was going break her silence. Instead, she patted Brie’s hand in
appreciation.

Yep, we’re going to be good friends.

Sir addressed the class again. “Ms. Taylor,
you showed excellent control. I am glad to see you taking your
lessons seriously. You followed your Dom’s lead and enjoyed
yourself in the process. Is that a fair assessment?”

Lea nodded her head.

“Excellent. Then we shall move on.”

Brie’s heart was beating rapidly. There were
only two girls left, and once she stepped onto the stage she would
finally know if Sir planned to be her partner. Unfortunately,
Marquis Gray called out Sanders’ name next.

“Good luck,” Brie whispered to Teri as she
got up from her chair. Her hairy partner stood on the stage,
waiting for her. Sanders’ Dom was a giant teddy bear of a man, all
fur and muscle. Brie noticed that she paused on the stairs before
continuing up.

The Dom had been tender with Teri after
their little whipping lesson on the first night. It was obvious he
had feelings for her. Unfortunately, it was equally obvious those
feelings were not returned by the tiny brunette.

This time he was not carrying a whip.
Instead, he was holding what looked like a delicate chain. Brie
couldn’t begin to guess what he was planning to do with it. “Take
off your top and put your hands behind your neck.”

Again, Teri hesitated. She slowly removed
her corset and let it fall to the floor. She looked over at Sir
before taking a deep breath. Teri clasped her hands behind her
neck. He tied them together with a simple black ribbon. The pose
looked quite sensual to Brie.

“Do you know what these are?” he asked in a
deep baritone.

Teri shook her head.

“These are nipple clamps. They have a bit of
a bite to them.”

He went to caress her breast with his large
hand, but she shook her head. “No…I mean, red.”

Marquis Gray spoke up. “Miss Sanders, are
you refusing the lesson?”

“Yes.”

“May I ask why?”

“I felt all confused after last night’s
whipping. I liked it at the time, but later I didn’t. I don’t care
for the feeling of not being in control.”

Master Coen conferred with Sir before
stating, “We think it would be best if you ended the program now.
Either you are not ready, or this is not your calling.”

Teri shifted uncomfortably. “Yes, I don’t
think this is for me.”

Her Dom untied the ribbon and Teri grabbed
her corset and rushed off the stage. Brie was brokenhearted that
she was leaving. Sir’s claim that someone would quit the program
was coming true, but Brie had never expected it would be Teri.

“Please don’t leave us,” Brie begged.

Teri shook her head as she quickly dressed.
“I can’t do this, but best of luck to you two,” she said, purposely
ignoring Blondie.

She looked over at the trainers. “Thank you.
I’ve learned a lot from this experience.”

They inclined their heads towards her in
response, and Sir added, “If you ever change your mind, our doors
are open to you.”

She turned and walked away, the auditorium
reverberating with the sound of her clicking heels.

It was a lonely sound.

Learning to Trust

Brie could tell Sir was looking straight at
her, but she kept her eyes down. Now was her moment of truth. “Miss
Bennett, come up to the stage.”

She glanced up at him and basked in his warm
smile, but her heart skipped a beat when he went to sit back down.
She slowly walked up, her disappointment hard to mask. When she saw
Baron walking up the other side, she gasped. His look frightened
her.

Baron wore a black leather mask over his
head. It covered his entire face and gave him an ominous quality.
It instantly brought up her childhood memories of being beaten in
school. She started to back away as he approached. “Don’t move,” he
commanded.

It wasn’t until she looked into his eyes
that she stopped shaking. Baron’s dark hazel eyes reflected
confidence in himself and in her. She stared into them, trying to
regain her courage.

Ms. Clark protested, “Miss Bennett is doing
it again. She is not averting her eyes as a submissive should.”

Brie instantly looked down, but trembled as
he moved towards her. When he placed his dark hand on her forearm,
she was instantly transported back to her childhood. She whimpered
pitifully, “Don’t hurt me.”

Baron lifted her chin and looked directly
into her eyes. “You are going to have to trust me.”

The connection was re-established and her
fears began to abate. He ran his hands over her body, reminding her
of his gentle caress. He was not one of the bullies of her past,
even if he looked dangerous behind that dark mask.

Ms. Clark interjected, “If she looks you in
the eyes when you are not speaking to her, I want you to punish the
girl.” The word
punish
only added to Brie’s blossoming fear.
She tried to calm her breathing, knowing that she was close to
hyperventilating. She heard Baron growl under his breath. His
negative response to Ms. Clark’s order reassured Brie, and she
began to relax. She could trust him. He would not do anything to
harm her.

A strange rope contraption began to lower
from the ceiling. Brie tensed when she saw it.

“Have you ever tried a sex swing before?”
Baron asked.

She shook her head, glancing at him only
briefly before looking down again. The mask really upset her.

“It is not the only surprise I have for you,
kitten.”

Brie felt her pulse begin to race. He slowly
undressed her, and then placed his dark hand over her left breast.
“Your heart is beating so fast,” he murmured, nuzzling her neck.
She longed for him to kiss her, but the leather mask prevented it.
It was an unwanted barrier between them.

Baron lifted Brie off her feet effortlessly
and placed her in the swing, directing her to put her feet in the
hanging stirrups. It had almost a bondage vibe to it that she
liked. “Use your hands to support yourself like on a regular
swing,” he instructed, letting her go. She swung slightly in
midair. It was a completely helpless feeling to have her pussy open
and splayed out for her Dom’s taking.

He disappeared from her line of sight while
she swung there. She tried to ignore the fact the other girls could
see her most intimate parts. Baron had a knack for exposing her to
the audience like that. It made her wonder if he did it on
purpose.

When he approached her again, she suddenly
panicked. The dark mask, his dark skin, and the aggressive way he
moved towards Brie reminded her again of the beatings she had taken
when she was young. She started whimpering and struggled in the
harness, desperate to get away from the pain she knew was
coming.

“Shh…” he said softly. She looked into his
eyes and instantly knew calm. She could trust him as long as she
was connected to him through his gaze. He moved between her legs
with an unknown object in his hand and she did not struggle.

Ms. Clark stood up to protest, but Sir
intervened. “Baron knows what he is doing. Let him train his sub
without interruption.”

Brie felt Baron spread a watery gel over her
clit and outer lips. Immediately, she felt heat begin to build on
the affected areas. She didn’t know what it was and started panting
in distress. The burning continued, growing even stronger.

He left her again. When he returned, he
slipped a ring over his cock and moved over to her head. “Pleasure
my dick,” he ordered.

She leaned her head back and opened her lips
wide to take in his shaft. He guided her movements and she swung
back and forth, taking more and more of him with each pass. His
manhood responded to her attention and grew considerably in girth
and length.

“Do you feel the heat?” he growled
seductively. She nodded an affirmative with his cock in her mouth.
“It is going to enhance your experience, kitten. I plan to torture
you with pleasure.”

Brie moaned. The words ‘torture’ and
‘pleasure’ didn’t belong in the same sentence, but she was curious
as to what it meant for her.

He pulled away and commanded, “Head back.”
She pulled her head back farther and looked down at the stage
floor. He let her swing there for a few moments. The waiting, not
knowing what he had planned, was torture in itself.

She felt him move between her legs and then
he lightly stroked her clit. The gel he had applied made her super
sensitive. She gasped in surprise and pleasure. In just a few
minutes with only the lightest of touches, Baron had her orgasming
for him.

He chuckled softly. “I let you have the
first one for free, but now you have to wait until I give you
permission to come.”

“Yes, Baron,” she answered, unsure how she
was going to control herself.

He grabbed her thighs and eased his cock
into her moist tunnel. He pushed her away from him and then pulled
her back. The swing added force to the movement and her pussy
crashed against his cock, sending pleasant shockwaves through her.
Brie squealed in excitement.

“You like, that don’t you, sex kitten?” She
nodded, trying to ignore the throbbing pleasure between her
legs.

He increased the force of his thrusts,
making her clit ache with need. Whatever he had lathered on her was
having a major effect. She whimpered, each thrust sending
fire-bursts of pleasure through her.

“Feeling good? Well, I am about to send you
over the edge. Don’t you dare come.”

She bit her lip as he started manually
playing with her clit while penetrating her. Brie started
whimpering and then screaming as she felt her pussy contract. There
was no stopping it, and she came all over his cock.

Baron tsked and pulled out. “Now you must be
punished.”

Instead of fear, her poor pussy contracted
in pleasure. It wanted whatever attention he planned to give her.
He walked off the stage and returned with a flogger. It looked like
a whip, but with many angry tails. She shuddered and closed her
eyes, waiting for her punishment.

“Open your eyes and tell me what you did
wrong.”

Brie looked at him warily and answered, “I
came without permission.”

“Yes. As a responsible Dom, it is my duty
and privilege to punish you. Lean back and lift your legs
higher.”

Brie did so, knowing that she was giving him
free access to whip her bare bottom with the wicked-looking
flogger. She soon felt the multiple tails of the whip slap across
her buttocks. She jumped at the impact, yelping from the sting.

Then he left her. She couldn’t tell where he
went, but she was suddenly alone on the stage, swinging gently in
the air. It was a horrible feeling. Not only had she disappointed
him and the whole room knew it, but it was that much worse knowing
he was gone. She ached for him to return and had to fight off the
tears as she slowly swung back and forth. The room was deathly
silent.

Although it was probably only minutes, it
felt like hours before she heard his footsteps on the stairs. “Are
you ready to obey me?” he asked.

Brie looked at him in desperation. “Yes,
Baron. I want to obey you.”

He began caressing her clit and instantly
sent her back to the pleasurable fire she’d felt before. The only
thing that kept her from giving in to it was knowing that she would
lose his presence again if she did. She moaned and squirmed, but
she did not come. He slipped his cock back into her pussy and
started fucking her with passion. She denied herself, wanting to
please him more than to experience her own release.