Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center

  She bit her lip, wondering if she could survive five in a row.

  Raising the cane a bit higher, he gave quick, moderate strokes. The small room was filled with the slapping sounds of impact. Each stroke was slightly higher than the last so that he never hit the same area twice. The release was much more intense after five rapid strokes, and Brie whimpered, shuddering at the lusty fire bursting inside her.

  “You took that well, pearl. Now we will do it from the other side.”

  When he moved to the left side and raised the cane, she cried out, “Not yet!”

  “Five more.” With rapid movements, he struck her five times, covering the areas in between her first marks. She begged him to stop just before the last stroke. He didn’t hesitate, giving the last one with the same force. This time, he left the cane pressed against her skin. It made the sting linger, but the engulfing tidal wave of heat that burst from inside caused her knees to buckle and her pussy to pulse.

  “You are close, aren’t you?” Marquis Gray growled.

  Brie nodded, afraid he would cane her again but desperately wanting the burst of fire to send her over the edge.

  “I will not deny you the pleasure this time. I want your body to remember and drip in anticipation whenever you see the cane.” Brie moaned in response, expecting a final stroke. Instead, he placed the cane against her lips. “Hold this, pearl.” She opened her mouth and held her cane, while he unbuckled her wrists.

  He moved her over to the wooden Saint Andrew’s cross. The large X-shaped frame sported metal cuffs. He quickly bound her facing towards him. Her buttocks rested against the wood, aching from the contact. Brie’s arms and legs were bound far apart, fully exposing her body to his desire.

  “This time I want you to close your eyes. You won’t know where the strike is coming from because I want you to focus on the sensation it evokes.” He took the cane from her mouth and asked, “Color?”

  “Green, Master.”

  “Close your eyes then, my courageous pearl.” As soon as she did, he began lightly caressing her breasts with the cane. He moved lower and caressed her hips before turning his attention to her inner thighs. He slid the tip of the cane between her moist lips and gently stroked her clit. Brie gasped, her inner muscles contracting from the contact. She was so close she was on the verge of exploding.

  She felt him step back, and she tensed again. “No, pearl, relax. Breathe out.”

  As soon as she let the breath out, she felt a quick tap on the top of her right nipple. The vibration shot down to her groin. Her body began pulsating again. When he tapped the left one, it started a whole chain reaction. Her body shook as the massive orgasm took over. She did not hold back her voice, and let out a cry of passion.

  When the last contraction ebbed, she felt a rap just above her clit. She whimpered in pleasure as a smaller orgasm washed over her. Before it had ended, Marquis’ lips were on hers. He pressed his body against her and she felt his rigid cock straining in his pants. She opened her eyes and looked into his dark, lust-filled gaze.

  “Now it is your turn to please me.”

  “Yes, Master,” she panted, longing to share her pleasure with him.

  He pressed his shaft against her as he undid the metal cuffs. Once she was free, he lifted her up and carried her back to the bench, then told her to lean against it, facing away from him. He spread her legs apart. She’d expected he would plow right in, but he bent down and lightly kissed her smarting ass. “So beautiful when it’s red like this. A testament to your level of trust, pearl.”

  He removed his clothes and stood behind her. In the mirror, she could see his ghostly white skin. Marquis Gray had a thin frame, although his shoulder and chest muscles were defined. What stood out was the dark pubic hair that framed his unusual cock. His shaft was long and curved upwards.

  She felt butterflies when he moved between her legs. Brie trembled as he slowly penetrated her moist depths with his unusual shaft. His deep sigh sent a wave of electrical current through her. They were both still riding the high of the scene, and it added to their level of connection now. His curved shaft repeatedly stroked the roof of her vagina, making it impossible for her to think.

  He pulled away and brought back a leather strap, placing it under her belly and then gathering it in his hands. He parted her moist pussy lips and entered her again, and both of them groaned in satisfaction. Marquis Gray lifted her waist using the strap, causing a delightful pressure in her groin as he thrust. It added a completely new level of pleasure. “Too good…” she whimpered.

  He leaned towards her, pushing himself in deep. “I’m going to come now. Feel the strength of my climax, pearl. It is for you.” He pulled on the leather strap as he gave her long, deep strokes. They were unhurried, giving her the chance to appreciate all of the sensuous feelings his cock was generating.

  A deep groan rumbled from his throat and she felt his manhood pulse powerfully inside her. It triggered a third wave of heat and her body came around his shaft, bathing him with her juices.

  When he pulled out, he commanded that she turn around to face him. She looked up with glazed eyes, still enjoying the incredible high. “Hold onto me,” he ordered. Marquis Gray held out his arm, and she grabbed onto it. He led her to a small door in a corner of the room. An assistant was already there, holding it open.

  Marquis Gray guided her through it. The tiny room reminded her of the one in the auditorium. It had a small bed and a table with several candles already lit. When the assistant shut the door and left, they were suddenly shrouded in darkness except for the warm light of the flames.

  They lay on the bed together, the same as they had the last time. He spooned against her, pulling Brie against his naked body. He didn’t speak. It left her free to be hypnotized by the candle flames as they danced on the wicks. Soon, however, she began shivering.

  “You did well today,” he said, nuzzling her ear.

  She snuggled deeper into him, her ass burning from the contact. “You are a master of the cane, Marquis Gray.”

  “I knew you would enjoy it, pearl. I have been waiting patiently to show you.”

  She turned her head towards him. “How could you know I would like it when I stated from the beginning that it frightened me?”

  His fingers caressed her cheek. “Your desire called to me.”

  Another shiver racked her body, but she wasn’t sure if it was solely due to coming down from the natural high. She rolled over so that she was facing him. Brie traced the outline of his thin lips. Marquis Gray had always been so intimidating and fearsome, but there was so much more to the man. “How did you know I struggled with humiliation? You knew it early on and warned me.”

  “You have a strong spirit. I am not surprised that humiliation is not arousing for you. However, I must ask. Would you want a Dom who will never humiliate you, or would you prefer a man who will challenge you in that area from time to time? Some women find that realization of being nothing acutely liberating.”

  Brie put her hand on his slim but defined chest. She caressed his smooth muscles absently as she struggled with the question. Finally, she knew her answer and looked into those cavernous eyes of his. “I would want the man who would challenge me to grow.”

  A smile played on his lips. “I suspected as much.” He pulled her to him and said no more.

  They lay together in the dark until her trembling ceased. Before they left the sanctuary of the room, he lifted her chin. “You no longer have fear of the cane, pearl. You are free.”

  That knowledge made Brie feel powerful. She grew determined then that fear of the unknown would no longer control her. She whispered, “Thank you, Master,” as she returned his long, lingering kiss.

  Auction: The Art of Kinbaku

  As Brie readied herself for the auction, she kept staring at the wax mold Tono had made for her. She’d purchased a shadow box and now had the artistic piece hanging in her bedroom. The fact that he could turn such simple strokes into a beautiful fl
ower had truly impressed her.

  She was confident he would be the winning Dom for this auction so she took extra time with her makeup, giving it a more Asian flair. “I’m all yours, Tono…” she announced, grabbing her purse and heading out of her apartment door.

  When Brie got to the school, she immediately noticed there was something wrong with Mary. Lea was trying to put her arm around Mary’s shoulders, but Mary shook her off. It seemed Blonde Nemesis was back, as she escaped to the other side of the room.

  “What’s up with her?” Brie asked quietly.

  “Her period came a little early.”

  Brie looked at her with profound sympathy. How awful to start on Auction Day. “What’s going to happen?”

  “Ms. Clark said it isn’t a problem, but they’ll announce it when they introduce her on stage.”

  “Damn… That’s so embarrassing.”

  “Yeah.”

  Brie went to the array of snack foods that had been set up for them and grabbed a piece of chocolate. She walked over to Mary and watched her body stiffen as she approached. “Hey.”

  Mary glared at her.

  “I bring a peace offering,” Brie said, holding out the chocolate treat.

  Mary growled under her breath, but took it and popped the chocolate in her mouth.

  “Hold your head up. You have so much more to offer than just your pussy.”

  Mary actually cracked a smile. “Thanks.”

  “Hey, it’s the least I could do. You really helped me this week when my Domme wanted me to wear the ball gag.”

  “Yeah, I regret that. Had I known you would miss out on Boa if you hadn’t worn it, I would have kept my mouth shut.”

  Brie looked at her in shock. “Really?”

  “Hell, yeah! I wanted Boa all to myself.”

  Brie pushed her on the shoulder and grinned. “Just so you know, he was mighty fine.”

  “Bitch.”

  Brie laughed, but shut right up when Ms. Clark walked in and told them it was time to line up. Mary was the first called onto the stage. Brie held her breath when the bidding started, worried that Mary would suffer another mortifying auction. The bidding started off slowly after the announcer had mentioned her feminine condition, but Brie finally heard, “Going once… Going twice… Sold to Master Cox for five hundred dollars.”

  Lea was next on stage. After a flurry of bidding, she was handed over to a Dom called Torres for six hundred. It appeared that as their training advanced, so did their bids.

  When the announcer called her name, Brie hesitated. She had not heard Tono’s voice once during the auction. She walked onto the stage with her gaze glued to the floor for Ms. Clark’s benefit.

  “Miss Bennett is twenty-two with a bachelor’s degree in filmmaking outside these walls. Her trainers describe her as unique and pliable.”

  Brie felt a rush of heat settle on her cheeks. Such positive praise from the trainers was unexpected.

  When the bidding began, Tono’s warm voice filled the large room and she had to squelch the urge to smile by pinching herself. Several other Doms challenged his bid, and Brie felt a brush of panic at the prospect of Tono being outbid again.

  “Going once… Going twice… Sold to Tono Nosaka for nine hundred dollars.”

  It took everything in Brie not to squeal with joy. She was Tono’s for the entire day!

  Her whole body flushed when he walked up and took her hand. “Come with me, toriko.” She walked beside him, giddy with excitement.

  Sir concluded the auction, but Tono did not move. After the room had cleared out, he approached the panel of trainers. “I am requesting to keep Miss Bennett longer than normal. I plan to do a full shoot and do not want to feel rushed. I understand the importance of the debriefing, but I promise to discuss the session afterwards, just as she would with all of you.”

  “This is highly unusual, Tono Nosaka,” Ms. Clark complained.

  Sir replied, “You do realize that the debriefing includes the other students. She will miss out on that.”

  “I do understand, Headmaster Davis,” Tono answered respectfully. “However, I believe that Miss Bennett will benefit from a full session, given her interest in bondage.”

  Master Coen spoke up, “I agree. It would be a beneficial experience for our student.”

  “Mr. Nosaka, why would you need more than eight hours for a shoot?” Sir asked skeptically.

  Tono tilted his head. “Obviously, you are not familiar with the rituals I practice both before and after a session.”

  Marquis Gray looked at Brie with eyes she could not read. “Before we discuss this further, we need to know if Miss Bennett is willing to do a shoot with you.”

  Tono turned to her, gracing Brie with his devastating chocolate gaze. “Toriko, would you allow me to photograph our session as I expose you to the art of Kinbaku?”

  Brie couldn’t hide her excitement when she answered, “Yes, Tono. I would like that very much.”

  Ms. Clark added her two cents. “Since this is a unique opportunity for Miss Bennett, I believe it merits missing one night’s debriefing.”

  “I concur,” Marquis said quietly.

  Sir stared at Tono without speaking. An uncomfortable span of time passed before he stated, “You have permission to keep her until midnight, when class officially ends.”

  Tono bowed to Sir and guided Brie towards the elevator. His touch was soothing and electric at the same time. She found it difficult not to stare at him like a puppy dog.

  It turned out that Tono drove a sleek, silver Nissan. He opened the door for her, but didn’t let her enter the car. “Kiss me, toriko.”

  She tiptoed and pressed her lips against his. Tono’s arms enfolded her as they kissed. The chemistry between them was its own living organism, a third party wrapping itself around the two. When he pulled away, she had to catch her breath.

  “While you are with me today, you have permission to look me in the eye. In fact, I would prefer it, little slave.” His hand grazed her cheek.

  He motioned her inside his sports car and insisted she buckle up. She soon found out why when he took off. Tono liked speed, and his car was made to break the law. She squeaked several times during the drive, making him chuckle. It was obvious he was enjoying giving her an adrenaline rush of a different kind.

  His tiny, unassuming home was in an older part of LA. Whereas his car was flashy and screamed success, his home was humble. The front was a simple rock garden. Inside, Brie was surprised to see it was mostly open with only a few walls, much like a studio apartment. The floors were a dark wood and the furniture sparse. His home radiated peace and tranquility. She was decidedly impressed.

  A door opened from the backyard, and a beautiful Asian girl entered. She bowed to Tono. “It is ready, Master.”

  “Thank you, Akira. You may wait in the bedroom.”

  She bowed low to him, and then to Brie. Her walk was graceful as she took small steps towards the door to the far left. When Akira had quietly closed the door behind her, Brie tried to keep the jealousy out of her voice. “Is she your sub, Tono?”

  He shook his head in amusement. “No, toriko. She is my assistant. She helps me with the shoots.”

  “Why does she call you Master?”

  “Out of respect. In certain circles, I’m considered a master of the rope.” His humble smile melted her heart. “It is actually the reason I was absent at the auction last week. I had a live show in New York. Normally, I don’t leave California, but I wanted enough disposable income to make sure I won your auction this week. I refused to be outbid again.”

  Brie blushed, remembering her first auction when the Russian Dom, Rytsar, had outbid Tono. Knowing that the man before her was a renowned artist was disconcerting. “I didn’t realize you were famous, Tono.”

  He chuckled and gathered her into his arms. “I am not famous, little slave. People simply enjoy the art, and others want to learn the technique.”

  Something told her that he was
being overly modest, but she accepted his answer. He pointed to a short, red kimono artfully hanging on the wall. “That is for you to wear for the shoot, toriko. You may join Akira in the bedroom. She will help you dress, and then I want you to meet me out back.”

  He kissed her on the forehead and left.

  Brie lifted the gorgeous kimono and traced the gold thread accents with her fingers. The soft feel of the silk thrilled her. She’d never worn anything this beautiful before.

  She carried it into the bedroom and spent the next half-hour being primped by Akira. She wore no clothes underneath the silken kimono. Although her makeup was simple, Akira applied a deep red lipstick and redid her eyeliner. She spent most of her time creating an elegant updo for Brie, complete with decorative chopsticks. When Brie looked in the mirror, she saw a model staring back at her.

  “Wow, Akira. You are a magician.”

  The woman twittered softly. “Not so, Miss Bennett. It is easy to work with natural beauty. Please do me the honor of following me to Master.”

  The young woman walked with tiny, graceful steps to the back door, and presented Brie to Tono. “I hope you are pleased with my work, Master.”

  Tono had changed into a traditional black kimono, and looked devastatingly handsome. He walked over and looked Brie over critically. His eyes on her made her even hotter for him. “Nice work, Akira. Thank you. You may leave now.”

  The young woman bowed and left the two alone in Tono’s backyard. Brie looked around, finally noticing the gorgeous Japanese garden. It was tiny, but the space beyond the patio was filled with exotic plants and a small waterfall. “This is lovely, Tono.”

  He moved up behind her and put his hands on her waist. “I am glad you like it. It does not take much to create heaven on earth.”

  She smiled up at him and moaned softly when he kissed her. “Oh, how I’ve wanted this…”

  “Yes, toriko. Your spirit captured me the first day we met.” He kissed her neck, sending pleasant shivers down her spine. “I plan to immortalize that spirit on film today. But first we must sit down for tea.”