Brie's Submission (1-3) (Brie's Submission Boxed Set)

  Her Italian Dom stroked her hair in appreciation afterwards. She looked up at him and purred, “Thank you.”

  After the Dom had left the room, Master Coen pulled her aside to talk to her privately. “Miss Bennett, I am sure you are pleased with the rating Rytsar Durov gave you, but I caution you not to let it go to your head. You made several grievous errors as a submissive. What is acceptable as a beginner will be frowned upon later on.”

  She kept her eyes lowered. “I understand, Master Coen. Trust me, I am upset by my mistakes. I will do my best to overcome them.”

  “See that you do.” He paused for a moment. “I feel it is necessary to tell you that I am still opposed to you remaining in the program, but not because I doubt your abilities.”

  She looked up at him in surprise. “I don’t understand.”

  “You are causing dissension within the panel. This is not acceptable. The strength of the program depends heavily on the cohesiveness of the trainers. For whatever reason, you are disrupting that.”

  She looked back down at her lap. “I’m sorry.”

  “I do not blame you, Miss Bennett. I would simply prefer to be rid of you. However, I do not have the final say. My job is to instruct the students, so I will continue to do so regardless of my preference.”

  “Thank you, Master Coen.”

  “No need to thank me,” he said irritably, dismissing her for the evening.

  As she drove back to her apartment, she wondered if that had been the Dominant’s way of apologizing. It made her smile. Apologies did not appear to come naturally to Master Coen.

  Brie immediately cleaned the lifelike phallus when she arrived home and attempted to stick it deep into her mouth. She instantly gagged and had to pull it out. There was no way it was going down.

  Brie got on the computer and googled how to deep-throat a guy. There were many suggestions, but the one that resonated with her was pretending to yawn to open up her throat. She tried it and sure enough, the phallus went in—but then her throat constricted around it and she freaked. She pulled it out and started coughing, tears running down her face. Not a comfortable feeling at all!

  She continued her internet search for further tips and came across information on how to eat pussy. Curiosity got the best of her, and she read a researched way to guarantee an orgasm through cunnilingus. Who knew there were researchers out there studying that kind of thing? She suspected those nerdy men had probably become quite popular with the ladies after the publication of their unusual research.

  Unfortunately, Brie went to bed late, no closer to taking the phallus down her throat. As she undressed, she looked over at her six-inch heels. Those damn things had eventually succumbed to her will. There was no reason she couldn’t prevail over a six-inch dildo.

  Brie did not wake up with the same confidence the next day, and was relieved that her classes centered on the anatomy of a woman. Brie was amazed to learn the complexity of her own body. Mr. Gallant explained that the glans, the little pea-sized tip of her clitoris, had eight thousand sensory nerve fibers packed into that little button—more than the head of a penis. What astounded her even more was that her clit was only the tip of the clitoris, which had a network of structures within the pelvic region. Much like an iceberg, she thought.

  Although there was scientific disagreement as to the existence of the G-spot, Mr. Gallant stated his belief that it was part of the clitoral system located at the roof of the vaginal wall, a few inches in. He cited that many women found direct stimulation of the area by either penile or manual manipulation increased the intensity of the orgasm.

  The male model from the day before came back into the classroom. “Do I have a volunteer?” Mr. Gallant asked.

  Brie had no idea what the large hunk of manhood had to do with female anatomy, but she wanted to find out. She quickly raised her hand, and then put it down—she had momentarily forgotten about her ‘condition’. Mr. Gallant called on Nemesis to come to the front of the class.

  He asked her to strip off her skirt, panties and corset before sitting on his desk. “Lie back and spread your legs so that your classmates can see the process.”

  Process? Brie leaned forward, intrigued.

  The hunky submissive moved up to Mary and produced a small silver bullet vibrator, similar to the one Brie had at home. Just seeing it caused a tingling in her loins.

  Mr. Gallant used his pointer as he spoke. “Most women are unaware of the process their bodies go through as they build up to sexual release. As you can see, at this point Miss Wilson is moderately aroused. You can tell by the slightly engorged outer lips, the pinkening of the entire region and the slickness of the inner lips.”

  Brie found it both interesting and humorous to be staring at Mary’s twat so intently as Mr. Gallant deftly pointed at it.

  “As her body is stimulated you will want to note the changes. This will aid you when you are asked to provide cunnilingus.” Mr. Gallant nodded at the submissive male.

  Brie heard the distinctive sound of the bullet as the sexy hunk switched it on and laid the buzzing toy against Mary’s clit. She visibly tensed, before letting out a whimper of pleasure that had Brie shifting in her seat. What I wouldn’t give for a little of that action!

  “Note the erectness of her nipples. As the nipples are stimulated, her body releases oxytocin into her system, which increases her level of pleasure.” With that, the sexy sub bent down and started sucking on one of Mary’s nipples. Mary moaned loudly as he repositioned the bullet on her clit, and her thighs started to quiver.

  “Her respiration is increasing and you can see how the vaginal opening is narrowing. Interestingly, although you can’t see it, her inner wall is actually growing in length to accommodate penile penetration. Note, as well, that the clitoris has become erect.” Sure enough, Mary’s clit was up and begging for more attention. “Notice the color change of the entire area. As the blood concentrates in the groin area, everything swells and darkens. Inside, her G-spot is also engorged with blood and is more sensitive to manipulation.”

  Mary cried out when the hunk slipped his finger in and starting rubbing her inner spot. She arched her back, pressing her pussy against his hand.

  “When the muscular tension reaches a certain level, the body explodes in release.”

  Mary must have taken it as her cue to let go, because she let out a cry of passion as she came.

  The hunk removed his thick finger and Mr. Gallant pointed out, “You can see that the rhythmic contractions of the vagina and sphincter are in sync with one another.”

  After the last contraction had faded, the hunk helped Mary off the desk. The poor man had another massive hard-on. Brie wondered if he would be left hanging a second time. She hoped not, because she would be more than happy to service him with her mouth.

  “Thank you,” Mr. Gallant said curtly.

  Once more, the hunk was being forced to leave with an aching cock. It seemed so unfair. “Well done,” Brie called out. The hunk glanced back and gave her a wink.

  She could hear Nemesis purring softly when she sat back down. Brie had to admit it—she was jealous.

  The first practicum that night involved Dommes. Interacting with women sexually actually scared Brie. This would be the first time she’d ever eaten pussy and she was terrified of failing. On top of that, being submissive to a female just felt wrong to Brie. She approached her Domme with her gaze glued to the floor and her heart beating rapidly.

  Sir began, “I want each of you to take a long lick of your Domme’s sex. Get to know and appreciate her taste.”

  Brie knelt down, took a deep breath and dragged her tongue over the length of the woman’s soft, hairless folds. They tasted salty with a tang of musk. Not unpleasant… I can do this.

  Sir instructed the girls to explore every part of the pussy, first with their fingers and then with their tongues, part by feminine part. From the swollen outer lips to the slick inner lips, the velvety walls inside the vagina and that little swee
t spot of nerve endings—the clit.

  Eating her Domme was like sampling a part of herself. Brie was nervous and hesitant as she explored the woman’s pussy, frightened that she would press or suck too hard and end up hurting her.

  Her Domme commanded, “Rub my clit harder, girl. Bring me to climax.”

  Brie stopped sucking and used two fingers to flick her clit. The woman put her hand over Brie’s and guided her to press harder and flick more vigorously. She watched in fascination as the blood rushed into her Domme’s loins, making her outer lips swell in excitement. Brie could feel the heat radiating off her.

  The Domme growled softly as her pussy orgasmed under Brie’s fingers. She could feel each contraction and her own inner muscles constricted in response to her Domme’s pleasure.

  “Look at me.”

  Brie timidly looked up into the green eyes of her Domme. The woman’s face was framed by flaming red hair. Brie’s eyes widened. She knew this woman. She was the same redhead who had been with Sir in the tobacco shop. Brie was in shock. She’d always assumed the stunning redhead was a submissive, like herself.

  “Not bad for a first try, but you need to work on the light touches. It gets irritating after a while.”

  “Yes, Mistress.” Brie bowed her head, relieved it was over. At least she’d succeeded in bringing her Domme to climax.

  Ms. Clark Learns a Lesson

  Brie was thrilled with herself. Even though she was a newbie, she’d made a female come. That totally counts as success!

  Not according to Ms. Clark. “Miss Bennett, you looked as if you don’t own a cunny of your own. I would have sworn by the way you were eating her that you were a prepubescent boy.”

  Brie blanched. Mary snickered behind her, but Master Coen heard this time. “Miss Wilson, such an outburst is not permitted. On your knees, now!”

  He got up and walked over to her. He grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. “Next time I will slap you in the stockade for an hour. Do you understand?”

  She nodded with difficulty, her chin still in his tight grasp. He let go of her and walked back to his seat. Brie felt a burst of gratitude towards Master Coen.

  Marquis Gray spoke up. “Ms. Clark, I can’t help but notice that you were not as critical of Ms. Taylor’s first experience with cunnilingus.”

  “Ms. Taylor did not have the benefit of Mr. Gallant’s instruction. Miss Bennett has no excuse.”

  Sir addressed her coolly. “As you know, they only went over basics today. Perhaps you feel you could do a better job of training her?” he challenged.

  Brie’s stomach churned at the thought of touching Ms. Clark. She shuddered unconsciously and prayed the conversation would end. It was totally okay with Brie if Ms. Clark thought she was a failure.

  “In fact, I would like to see it. On the stage…right now,” Sir stated.

  Ms. Clark looked as horrified as Brie felt, but Sir was the headmaster. How could the trainer say no? “Fine.”

  The panel and the group of girls got up and made their way to the auditorium. Brie was literally shaking as she walked to her doom. Lea put her arm around her in support and gave a little squeeze, as if to say, ‘You can do this.’

  While everyone else found their seats, both Ms. Clark and Brie made their way up on the stage. Brie started a quick conversation with herself. Okay, this is my Mistress. I love my Mistress. I would do anything to please her. I love everything about her—her smell, her taste, the sound of her voice, the demands she makes on me… Basically, I love her like I love Sir. Yes, that’s it! She is Sir to me right now.

  Ms. Clark asked for a chair, and an assistant immediately produced one. She sat down and asked Brie to stand before her. Brie kept her eyes on the floor and moved within two feet of the woman. Ms. Clark said nothing.

  She must still be in shock, too.

  “Would you like me to strip, Mistress?” Brie offered, remembering it was the first thing she had asked Lea to do when they had been on stage.

  “No. I am not interested in your body.”

  She’d clearly meant it as an insult, but not having to strip was a gift. It made Brie feel less vulnerable.

  “Get on your knees and give me cunnilingus. I have to judge how bad you are before I can help you.”

  Brie got down on her knees, slowly and gracefully. She pushed up Ms. Clark’s tight business skirt. Then she gently peeled off the trainer’s black lace thong and spread her Domme’s legs apart.

  Ms. Clark was a true blonde, with an attractively trimmed snatch. If Brie had had any feelings for females, she might have fallen in love with that pristine pussy.

  She closed her eyes and went over the information she’d read on the internet.

  Step one—prolong the first lick.

  Brie began by lightly kissing the insides of the thighs, then running her fingers gently through the hair on Mistress’s mound. It was all about sensually drawing out the first moment before contact. She lightly pressed her mouth against the right side of Mistress’ outer lips, and then on the left. Brie ever so lightly kissed the area of her opening and breathed warm air on her clit without touching it. Then Brie took a deep breath and licked the full length of her, from the vaginal opening all the way up. She purred softly after she broke contact, slowly licking Mistress again with more pressure, remembering the redheaded Domme’s advice. Brie avoided the clit, wanting it to become desperate for her mouth.

  Step two—wait for the clit to show itself and then tease it.

  She continued the sensual licking until the glans peeked out from behind the hood. It was Brie’s cue to suck lightly on it. Then she pulled away and started licking the length of her Domme’s sex again, coming close to the clit but not always suckling it, making Mistress anticipate and long for more contact.

  Step three—use your fingers to stimulate. She started playing with Mistress’ glistening folds and teased her opening with her fingers. Then, when Brie felt the time was right, she slowly penetrated her with a single finger. She played with the opening and then explored farther in to find the G-spot. Mistress shuddered when Brie found it.

  Step four—use your tongue to build the tension.

  Brie started to concentrate on the glans, using a horizontal fluttering of her tongue as she stroked her Domme inside. She switched it up by tilting her head to one side and then the other. When her tongue got tired, she laid it flat on the clit and let Mistress grind against it. Brie remembered reading that two fingers were better than one, so she slipped another finger in to thoroughly caress the G-spot.

  Mistress moaned. Not a quiet, controlled moan. No, this was the moan of a woman coming close to the edge. Brie pressed her mouth against her Domme’s clit and licked with a steady, sensual pace as she used her other hand to caress the soft skin just under the vagina.

  Step five—stimulate other sensitive areas to bring her over the edge.

  The moans grew louder and Mistress shifted in the chair. Brie remembered how possessed she’d felt when both Sir and Rytsar had taken her anally. With confidence she hadn’t had until that moment, Brie moved her finger down to Mistress’ anus and teased the rim. When the timing felt right, she inserted her finger into the tight hole.

  Mistress cried out and started orgasming on Brie’s tongue. It was exciting for Brie to experience success with such a difficult partner. She continued to lick lightly until she felt Mistress’ hand on her head. She pulled away and looked to the floor, very pleased with herself but trying not to show it.

  “What the hell was that?” Ms. Clark asked hoarsely.

  “Miss Bennett,” Sir called from the panel.

  Brie stood up and wiped her mouth. “Sir?”

  “Can you explain how a supposed novice employs advanced cunnilingus techniques?”

  She looked up at him and said simply, “I googled it, Sir.”

  All three men broke out in laughter. She blushed and looked down at the stage floor.

  After the laughter had subsided, Sir a
sked Ms. Clark, “Well? Are you satisfied with her cunnilingus skills?”

  Her trainer adjusted her skirt before answering. “I am satisfied for now.”

  Brie heard manly chuckles coming from the panel as she made her way off the stage. Thank God for the internet, she thought.

  Lea gave her hand a squeeze. The encouragement shining in her eyes made Brie smile inside. She had accomplished what she’d thought was impossible. She’d made Ms. Clark climax—and loudly, at that.

  Facing the Challenge

  That night, Brie practiced with the dildo again. Because of her experience with Ms. Clark, she’d discovered the secret to helping her overcome her gag reflex. This time, she brought the dildo to her mouth and thought of Sir.

  Sir wanted to take her orally; he longed to feel her throat caress his shaft. Brie concentrated on her vision of Sir as she pressed the head against the back of her throat. She broke through the resistance and felt it slide down. It was a strange feeling and she immediately pulled it back out. She coughed a little, but nothing like she had the night before.

  Brie took it again. This time when it slipped in, she pushed in farther and left it there. She couldn’t breathe, but she’d anticipated that and it did not frighten her.

  This time, when she pulled the phallus out, it was covered in thick saliva. Thicker than she’d seen before. She’d read that was normal, but she cleaned it off because it grossed her out. She pushed the phallus down her throat again and this time she gently, with the tiniest of movements, thrust the shaft back and forth deep in her throat. She could just imagine how good it felt to Sir. He was groaning in pleasure. She pulled back out to breathe, but then she went right back and began the gentle thrusting.

  Sir played with her hair and growled huskily. “That’s it, Brie. Love my cock with your throat,” he groaned.