The five filed out and she followed behind them. Just as she made it to the door, Brie stumbled and slammed against the doorframe.
“Miss Bennett, I recommend that you get used to walking in those shoes. Tomorrow I want you to wear them as soon as you get up and practice walking in them the entire day. Consider it your homework assignment.”
Brie wanted to protest, to explain why that wasn’t practical given her place of employment. However, the kindness in his eyes made her stop and reconsider. Mr. Gallant wanted her to succeed with her training and, for whatever reason, six-inch heels were important to him. She nodded and smiled before attempting to walk down the hall with grace.
It turned out that room eight was not a normal classroom. There was a table at the front with four instructors already seated at it. The floor was made of a soft, spongy material and, in the middle of the room, Brie noticed six odd pillows that looked like large triangles lying on their sides. She had no idea what they were used for, but they certainly weren’t for sitting on.
“Take your place behind of one of the ramps.”
Brie looked up at the sound of a familiar voice. Her heart started racing upon seeing the object of her fantasies sitting in front of her.
“Tonight we shall weed out the wannabe submisssives.”
There was a collective gasp in the room. Brie looked at each of the four instructors, wondering what that meant. The panel consisted of three men and one woman. The woman was the same one who had met her off the elevator. She looked serious and severe, although she was striking, with long, blonde hair. The two other men were polar opposites. The man on the end was tanned and large—in a bodybuilder sort of way—while the one next to him was a skinny man with dark eyes and pale skin. Unfortunately, none of their faces gave a hint as to what ‘weeding out’ meant.
A fellow student spoke up. “What are you saying exactly?”
“You may address me as Sir. That goes for all of you,” he replied, looking directly at Brie. She trembled under his gaze.
There was silence in the room until the girl said, “Yes, Sir.”
He nodded and answered her question. “Similar to in Ivy League institutions, your first few classes are designed to discourage the weak. We are only interested in training true submissives. You may choose to leave the program at any time, or you may be asked to leave by any one of your instructors.”
“What about our tuition?” the girl complained.
“It will be returned in full. Let me reiterate, we are only interested in true submissives. Some of you are unable to identify if you are true submissives yet. Tonight we hope to make that abundantly clear.” He held up their application packets. “We have your personal lists of preferences and dislikes,” he stated. “The men chosen for this first practicum were picked based on your responses.”
Brie couldn’t breathe. They were going to have sex in front of the instructors, right now? She looked down at the pillow in front of her and suddenly realized what it was. If she were to lie face down on it, the edge of the ramp would lift her ass into the air at the perfect height for fucking.
An assistant came into the room and handed each of the girls a black strip of cloth.
“Tie on the blindfold and lie down on the ramp.”
Sir’s authoritative tone spurred her to comply. She looked over at the other women. All of them looked as shocked as she was. Brie covered her eyes and tied the blindfold tightly around her head. Then she knelt down and felt for the ramp.
It was firmer than she’d expected, but the spongy floor made kneeling comfortable. She pressed her waist against the edge of the ‘ramp’ and laid her torso down on the large pillow. The angle of it made her head lower than her pelvis. She could just imagine her ass in the air, as if she were begging to be fucked. Brie sighed nervously, silently hoping Sir would be the one to take her.
She heard the men enter the room and felt the tension rise. None of the men spoke, but she sensed that one was standing behind her. A tingling sensation coursed through her body as she realized a complete stranger was about to have sex with her.
Brie felt his hands reach under her skirt and peel off her little thong. She bit her lip, keeping silent. She heard him unzip his pants and remove them slowly. Brie started hyperventilating when the man knelt down next to her and grabbed her ass cheeks. He positioned his cock against her opening and waited.
She could hear the other men moving, and some of the girls gasped. Then there was silence. Sir’s voice was low and sensual. “Miss Bennett, you indicated that you were turned off by men over the age of fifty.”
She automatically stiffened. “Yes, Sir.”
“Meet your partner.”
The man with his cock pressed against her spoke. “My name is Greg, and I am sixty-eight.”
Brie heard the girl who had asked about tuition suddenly shout, “Is mine fat?”
“Yes, Miss Evans, he is.” Brie heard scuffling and then the dull thud of heels on the matting as the girl ran from the room. Brie was distracted by it until Greg began pushing his shaft into her. All her attention immediately focused on him as the man slowly penetrated her with the head of his cock.
He took his time with Brie, letting her adjust to his length, giving her time to enjoy the feel of his manhood moving inside her. Once his cock was fully engulfed by her moist walls, he began thrusting. Greg held down her hips in a way that allowed his cock deeper access. She found that it didn’t matter that he was old enough to be her grandfather—her body responded to him eagerly. She bit her lip again, resisting the urge to cry out in pleasure and embarrass herself.
“That’s it, lass. Milk my cock with that hot little pussy.”
Brie moaned softly, so softly that she doubted anyone but her partner could hear it. She heard the grunts and cries of the other couples in the room. There was something so primal about copulating in the presence of other people. She forgot about the panel watching her as she pushed against his shaft, taking him even deeper. Brie wanted to be possessed by his manhood, to be used for his pleasure.
He slapped her ass, making her yelp. “Good. I want to hear you, pet.”
Greg took hold of her waist and started pounding with vigor. Brie cried out at the intensity of his thrusts, but again she bit her lip to silence herself. If she truly let go, she would sound like a wild animal.
By the sounds of the grunting going on in the room, some of the men were already finishing off. She felt her pussy contract in pleasure in response to their noises.
Brie found it sexually exciting to give herself to this stranger. She realized his age didn’t matter. It was the way he handled her, the way he derived his pleasure from her that had her so wet and horny. “Oooh…” she moaned.
Her moan must have triggered his orgasm, because he stiffened for a second and then started pounding her without restraint. The room filled with the sounds of their flesh slapping against each other as he possessed her with his cock. She took all of him, reveling in the feel of his climax. When he finally pulled out, she sighed inwardly, wanting more of him.
“Take off your blindfolds and thank your partners,” Sir instructed.
Brie slipped the cloth down around her neck and turned her head. Greg looked every bit his age, with his wrinkly skin, gray hair and a hollow face, but it didn’t matter. She’d enjoyed their encounter. “Thank you, Greg.”
He fingered a strand of her curly brown hair. “My pleasure, pet.”
The men dressed themselves and left while Sir talked to the students. “That was a good start, class. As you noticed, we have already lost one of you. I expect there will be a few more casualties tonight.” He looked at each of the girls individually, as if they were the next in line to go. Brie shivered under his gaze.
“Dress and stand before the panel,” he ordered. Brie lifted herself off the ramp and put her little red thong back on. It was slightly moist and smelled of her. She thought back on her little tryst and smiled.
When all five girls
were standing in a line, Sir began the critiques. “Ms. Clark, any comments on Miss Bennett’s performance?”
Brie was surprised when the severe instructor looked at her and smiled. “Overall, I was pleased. It is obvious that she enjoyed the experience, which in turn pleased her partner.”
The burly man on the end spoke up. “I was concerned that she was so silent. Her partner indicated that he wanted her to make more vocalizations, but she didn’t.”
Sir jumped on his comment. “I agree, Master Coen. I noticed she bit her lip on several occasions. Explain yourself, Miss Bennett.”
Brie was shaking, embarrassed at being criticized in front of everyone. “I didn’t want to sound like an idiot, Sir. I was trying to be sensual.”
“Nonsense. Your partner encouraged you to be vocal and you denied him that. Don’t let it happen again. Unless your Dom specifically tells you to be silent, you need to let him hear your pleasure and pain. How can he adjust to your needs unless you do that?”
Brie wanted to disappear, but she whispered, “Sorry, Sir.”
The ghostlike instructor spoke up. “Although I agree that her lack of vocalizations was a problem, it was obvious to me that his age did not affect her ability to please or to be pleased by him. Bravo, Miss Bennett.” She smiled at him, grateful for his praise. However, his dark gaze caused her loins to contract in fearful pleasure. She was surprised he had that kind of power over her and looked down at her feet.
Each of the remaining girls received critiques of a similar nature. All had weaknesses that the panel highlighted and addressed. It was a humbling experience, to say the least.
When they finished, Sir spoke to the class as a whole. “We will discuss your performance amongst ourselves. Make your way to the commons area. There you will find refreshments. Wait until I come for you.”
Brie stumbled twice before she made it out of the room. She heard Sir call out to her, “Shoes!” She turned to him and nodded, humiliated at being called out like that. She gritted her teeth and tried to walk away with grace. Damn these fucking shoes!
The Second Practicum
The commons was in the center of the building. It had been set up with wine, beer, finger foods and miniature desserts. A girl’s dream. All five of the women were silent as they gathered what they wanted and sat at a nearby table. Once they were seated, Brie spoke up. “Well, that was different.” There was nervous laughter all around. The group quietly consumed their refreshments, each mulling over what had just happened.
It didn’t seem real that Brie had been taken by a stranger—and not just any stranger. The man had been the exact opposite of what she found attractive. It had been a shocking test, but it had opened her eyes. Age did not hold the importance she’d thought it did. What else would she find out about herself?
Sir came to the commons area a short time later. “I want to speak to you each individually before we begin the next practicum. Miss Sanders,” he said, directing a small brunette to join him at a far-off table.
The conversation between them looked intense, and the prospect of speaking to Sir alone like that made Brie nervous. She took another sip of wine to build her courage.
All the other women were called up to talk to him before she finally got her chance. She subconsciously bit her lip as she tried to walk gracefully in her heels. There was only a slight wobble near the end and she prayed he hadn’t noticed.
“I saw your video,” he stated when she sat down. Brie blanched a little. What was he going to say about it? “I am curious. It says on your application that you do not like anal sex.” She nodded slowly in agreement. “Why, then, did you use the dildo in such a manner?”
“The instructions said to.”
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “No, they did not. You were only instructed to stimulate your anus.”
Brie’s eyes widened. “You mean I didn’t have to?”
“No. But the fact that you did says a lot about you.”
She closed her eyes, feeling sick. What does it say about me? Did he think she was a slut, or maybe a liar?
“Look at me.” Brie opened her eyes and saw Sir staring at her kindly. “You believed you did not like anal sex, although you hadn’t tried it. It was obvious in your video.” Brie wondered what he meant by that, but was afraid to ask. “I think there is a lot you don’t know about yourself, Miss Bennett.”
Brie’s bottom lip quivered. “I think you are right, Sir.”
“We plan to strip away any misconceptions you have in the next few weeks. You may find out things about yourself that will shock you. Are you prepared for that?”
“I don’t know, Sir.”
His chuckle was low and lighthearted. It delighted her to hear it. “Fair enough. I see great potential in you, but you will need to trust our guidance and be true to your instincts. Don’t try to be or do something that doesn’t come naturally. Be authentic and you will help the process go much faster. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m actually looking forward to it.”
“Fine.” He stood up, and she followed suit. Sir casually rested his hand on the small of her back as he addressed the group. Brie struggled to hear his words because all she could concentrate on was his touch. Her whole body vibrated, as if an electrical current was grounding her.
“Follow me to the auditorium. We have something special planned for each of you.”
Sir removed his hand and walked ahead of the group. It was as if the electricity had suddenly been turned off, and Brie struggled to move. All she wanted was for Sir to touch her again.
A lanky blonde in black leather moved in close to her and growled under her breath, “Bitch!”
And it starts… Brie wasn’t surprised that the other girls had noticed his gesture, nor was she shocked that some of them resented it. She stumbled as her ankle rolled again. The blonde laughed at her expense, gliding across the floor flawlessly in her six-inch heels. Stupid cow.
The auditorium was circular, with a small stage in the center and rows of seats all around it. The other instructors were already there, waiting for them. The small group was directed to sit in the front row.
“Once again, your partner has been chosen based on the questionnaire you filled out. This time, however, we will all watch your performance.” He nodded towards the students. “We want you to observe and learn from each other.” Brie was excited at the prospect of watching the other girls. She just hoped she wasn’t the first one called up.
Luckily, Sir called Miss Sanders’ name and told her to go up onto the stage. The small brunette walked up the steps timidly. Brie could tell she was shaking like a leaf and clapped her hands in support. Several of the other girls joined her—except Blonde Nemesis, of course.
Sir spoke in a smooth, calming tone. “Miss Sanders, you stated that you dislike the idea of being whipped.”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered in a barely audible whisper.
“You also mentioned you like your men clean-shaven and hairless.”
This time Sanders only nodded. Brie knew where this was headed and was not surprised to see a large, muscular man walk onto the stage in only his briefs. He had a beard, and fur covered his chest and arms. Not only that, but he held a crop in his hand—the kind used for whipping horses during a race.
Brie heard the clanking of chains as they were lowered from the ceiling above the stage. All of the girls looked up in awe and fear, including Sanders.
The Dom put the whip in her mouth and commanded her to hold it. He then took Sanders’ left wrist and buckled it into a leather cuff attached to the chain above her head. He took her other wrist and did the same. The large man undid the ties of her corset and let it fall to the floor, peeling off her panties last before retrieving the whip from her mouth. Sanders stood before their little group, naked and bound.
Brie held her breath as the Dom circled his sub, snapping the crop against his hand repeatedly. She watched Sanders, wondering if the girl would call it off
and quit. Brie was surprised to see an expression of lustful fear on her face.
The man started running the leather tongue of the crop against Sanders’ skin. Brie heard her whimper, but the tone of it was ripe with excitement. Everyone in the room knew she wanted what was coming. Her Dom snapped the whip against her right ass cheek and she cried out in satisfaction. He quickly followed it up with a snap on her left butt cheek. The crack of the whip echoed in the small auditorium.
He moved to her front and ran the crop over her small breasts. Brie couldn’t believe he was going to do it, but then he did. The Dom snapped it down on her nipple. Sanders cried out in painful pleasure, and he grunted. “You like that, don’t you?” She nodded her head meekly.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to whip me again…please.”
Before her last word was out, he cracked it over her other nipple. Sanders’ whimpering cry was erotic, and Brie felt a wave of wetness between her legs. She was stunned that she found the whipping scene so arousing.
She sneaked a glance at Sir and saw that he was watching Sanders intently. He scribbled something down in his notebook while the Dom continued to whip and tease Sanders to distraction. Brie turned her eyes back to the stage and watched as he bent over, cupping Sanders’ chin to kiss her on the lips. The chains made clinking noises as she attempted to move away from his kiss.
Sir asked, “Is she wet?”
The Dom reached his hand between her legs and growled. “Oh, yes, she’s dripping.”
“You may release her.”
He took Sanders out of the bindings with tenderness. The way he treated her afterwards was gentle, as if he was her lover. Sanders swayed a little as she found her legs again. It was clear she was weak from the erotic tryst. Her Dom stood next to her protectively.
Sir stood up and addressed her. “Miss Sanders, how do you feel right now?”
“Excited, a little off balance.”