“Would you want the Dom to continue with the whipping?”

  “Yes,” she answered without hesitation.

  “Good. Thank him and sit back down.”

  Sanders opened her mouth to thank him, but the Dom said clearly, “Suck me.”

  She looked back over at Sir questioningly, but his expression was unreadable. Sanders obediently sank to her knees and eased his large cock out of his briefs. She wrapped her small hand around his shaft and opened her mouth wide. Her slurping sounds filled the room as she sucked on his manhood. He put his hand on the back of her head, forcing her to take it even deeper. “That’s good. Swallow my come, little dove.”

  When Sanders had swallowed the last of his essence, she stood up. They exchanged a look that surprised Brie. The Dom clearly had affection for Sanders and she had seemed to enjoy the way he played with her, but she was obviously turned off by his looks.

  Sir spoke to her again. “Miss Sanders, would you have preferred this scene had played out with somebody else?”

  She answered quickly, “Yes.”

  The hairy man nodded to Sir and walked off the stage. The chains disappeared upwards, clinking ominously. Sanders quickly donned her clothes and returned to her seat. The four remaining girls waited for their names to be called.

  “Miss Bennett.”

  Brie felt a chill go through her. What did Sir have in store for her this time around?

  Brie’s Breakthrough

  She climbed the stairs onto the stage and faced the panel bravely.

  “Class,” Sir said, looking at the other women. “Miss Bennett shared in her application that she was bullied by classmates at the predominantly African American school she attended as a child. Because of that, she has an unnatural fear of anyone of African American descent.” Sir looked up at Brie. “Is this true, Miss Bennett?”

  Brie nodded, cursing herself for putting it in the application. As if Sir could read her mind, he said, “Do not regret telling us your background. The more we know about you, the faster your training will advance. Hiding parts of yourself will only lead to difficulties later on. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  “You noted that you do not like anal sex. Why?”

  She looked down at her feet. “I’ve never tried it, Sir. Truthfully, I don’t know if I like it or not, but it sounds painful.”

  Sir looked at the group of women again. “Part of a Dominant’s responsibility is to stretch and grow his Sub without taking her too far.”

  Brie heard the steps of her new partner walking up the stairs. The man moved up behind her and wrapped his right arm around the front of her waist in a possessive manner. She looked down and was not surprised to see his skin was the color of dark chocolate.

  His voice was a low rumble next to her ear. “Are you ready for me?”

  Brie’s breath came in short gasps. She wasn’t prepared to do this… He turned her around and tilted her head up. “Are you ready?”

  She looked up into his dark hazel eyes. Brie expected to see anger and hatred reflected in them, her irrational fear kicking in, but they were filled with lust—lust for her. She nodded. He grazed his thumb across her lips before his mouth came down on hers. His thick lips felt different and he had a spicier smell to his musk. Neither was unpleasant.

  After the kiss, Brie’s new Dom held her arm up and stroked the outline of her curves, causing her skin to tingle as his hand made its way down to her hips. His dark skin contrasted beautifully against her creamy white.

  Having this man touch her intimately felt forbidden, even though her rational mind knew differently. She decided to give in to the feeling—wanting to feel wicked. When he kissed her again, she moaned into his mouth, letting his tongue claim her.

  She heard movement on the stage. When he broke the embrace, she saw that a bed and small table had been placed near them. There were things laid out on the table, but she couldn’t tell what.

  The Dom began untying her leather top. Soon her chest was exposed to the audience. Brie looked away, not wanting to acknowledge that she had observers. She realized, however, that Sir was studying her with interest. She remembered his critique and made a conscious choice to be more vocal with this Dom.

  She put her hand on the man’s shoulder as he helped her step out of the skirt and hose. Then he lifted her up and placed her on the bed. “On all fours,” he commanded. Brie saw the lubricant on the small table and began shaking all over. She struggled to breathe as she got on her hands and knees, frightened that what came next would hurt. A small whimper escaped her lips as he joined her on the bed.

  Her Dom ran his hand over her back for reassurance. “There is no reason to be frightened. I’m not going to hurt you.” He picked up an object from the table. “Have you seen one of these before?”

  She looked at the item in his hand. It looked like a short phallus with a flanged end that was decorated with a large blue crystal. Brie answered quietly, “No.”

  He seemed amused and nodded his head. “It has an unromantic name, but is an enjoyable piece of equipment.”

  Brie tried to calm her erratic heartbeat. She was grateful that he was being understanding and patient with her. “What is it?” she asked.

  “It’s called a butt plug.”

  Brie looked up at him nervously.

  Sir interrupted the scene to talk to the other students. “As you can see, her Dom has chosen a smaller device, since this is her first time.” The other girls nodded as if they understood, but Brie couldn’t miss the relief on their faces at knowing they weren’t the ones up on stage.

  She watched in a combination of fear and fascination as the Dom covered it in lubricant. “Lay your head on the pillow but keep your ass in the air. I want you to look back towards me.”

  Brie did as he asked, the position making her anus more accessible to him and easier for everyone else to see. She held her breath as he moved down between her legs. What he held in his hand was way bigger than the thing she had played with. She closed her eyes, determined to be brave.

  “No, open them,” he demanded gently.

  She looked at him, realizing that being silent and shutting her eyes to get through it was not allowed. Her Dom needed and wanted Brie to communicate with him.

  She fought the urge to bite her lip as she felt the cold tip of the plug push against her sphincter. She gasped when he slowly eased it inside her, stretching her tight hole, and then grunted in discomfort as he gently forced it farther in.

  He pulled the plug out slightly and then pushed it back in. The movement seemed to loosen her muscles and the toy advanced farther inside her. He continued the process, moving slowly and allowing her body to adjust. Despite the small diameter of the plug, it felt as if there was a full-sized shaft inside her. She couldn’t imagine what a real cock would feel like.

  Brie panted as she continued to adjust to the ever-widening girth of the plug. Just when she didn’t think her ass could stretch any more, she hit the stopper. Her anus clamped around it. The plug wasn’t going anywhere until her Dom pulled it out. He bent down and kissed her ass cheeks. “It looks beautiful from here.”

  She envisioned her butt in the air, with a blue crystal where her asshole should be. Maybe it did look pretty. At least he was pleased. Brie tingled with a feeling of accomplishment. She’d taken the foreign object inside her. It certainly felt strange, but it did not hurt.

  “Lay down on your back now,” he growled lustfully.

  She shivered with excitement, knowing he had something else in mind. She lay down and looked up at her handsome Dom. He looked so strong and powerful standing over her. She trembled when he pulled down his briefs and she saw his manhood for the first time. It was a lighter shade than the rest of him and incredibly thick. “I am going to take you with the plug still in place.” He must have read the fear in her eyes, because he caressed her cheek and said, “Do you want to please me?”

  Brie’s loins quivered in response. Yes, she
did want to please him, but not if it would hurt. She thought back to what Sir had said. He’d told the class that a good Dominant knew the limits of his or her sub. Did she trust this man not to harm her? She looked up into those hazel eyes again and had no doubt. She opened her legs to him.

  Her dark-skinned Dom climbed between them. Even though she didn’t mean to, she bit her lip when his cock entered her. His thickness would have filled her up on its own, but the added plug made her pussy so tight that it felt as if it was her first time.

  He gently thrust his substantial girth inside her taut opening, allowing Brie’s body to get used to the constricted feeling. After he’d fully penetrated her with his length, he began stroking her with his shaft. He used it like an instrument, rubbing her in places she hadn’t been touched before. She vocalized for him then, letting him know how good it felt.

  His thrusts became more focused and intense, rubbing on one spot in particular that gave her goose bumps. “Come for me. I want to feel your pussy come all over my dark shaft.”

  Brie moaned, wanting to give him her pleasure. She tilted her head back and started groaning deep in her throat. This was going to be an orgasm like none she had experienced before. Her whole body tensed right before the first intense wave hit. She screamed and then screamed again as the strength of it blurred her senses. For a moment, she lost track of everything—where she was, what she was doing, even who she was…

  When Brie finally came back to earth, she became aware that he was still thrusting inside her. He leaned down and kissed her on the lips. “Good girl.”

  He grabbed onto her pelvis and pushed in as deep as her body could take him. She felt his cock pulse as he came inside her. It was so erotic that she cried out with him, wanting to share in his ecstasy.

  The two lay there for several moments, catching their breath after such an intense session. Finally, he pulled away from her and then reached between her legs to slowly remove the plug. She felt empty when it was gone.

  Brie rolled off the bed and stood up groggily, weak from their encounter.

  “How do you feel right now?” Sir asked.

  “Completely satisfied, Sir.”

  “Are you still afraid to take a man anally?”

  She sneaked a peek at him, debating whether to be totally honest. “Yes, but not as much, Sir.”

  He gave a snorting laugh. “I appreciate your honesty, Miss Bennett. You appear to be taking our critiques to heart, although I was concerned when your Dom started to penetrate you and you clammed up.”

  Her Dom laughed, nodding in agreement. “Yes, she was a difficult read there for a bit, but I figured her out.” He picked up the corset and started fastening it around Brie. Once she had her skirt zipped up, she gathered her hose, shoes, and panties to put on at her seat. She was about to skip off the stage when Sir reminded her curtly, “Thank your Dom.”

  Brie couldn’t believe she’d forgotten. She put her items down and walked back to him with a smile on her lips. She was grateful that he had helped her to overcome one of her fears. “Thank you, um…Dom?”

  He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “You may call me Baron.”

  “Thank you, Baron.”

  He kissed her one more time and then walked off the stage. She gathered her things and scooted down the stairs to take refuge in her seat.

  Brie was shaken by the experience. So many new things had happened in a short amount of time—it was too much to take in. She was barely aware when the next girl took the stage, or of the fact the girl ran out of the auditorium after quitting the program.

  “Miss Bennett.”

  Brie ripped herself away from her inner thoughts. “Sir?”

  “You are expected to observe each student so that you learn from them.”

  “I apologize, Sir.”

  “Are you okay, Miss Bennett?”

  She sat up in her chair and tried to convey a sense of calm, although she was anything but. “I’m fine, Sir.”

  He whispered something to Ms. Clark, and then turned to Brie. “Let’s talk outside.” To the other girls he said, “Ms. Clark will call up the next student.”

  Brie quickly got on her feet and followed behind Sir. She heard the name ‘Ms. Taylor’ called and glanced back to see a girl with fake boobs and a pink corset get up on the stage.

  Sir was silent until they were inside his office. He shut the door behind her before asking, “What are your thoughts?”

  “I am having a paradigm shift, Sir. Everything that I thought I knew about myself seems to be wrong. Is this real, or am I deceiving myself because of the new environment?”

  “I told you to follow your instincts. Have you been doing that?”

  She shrugged. “Yes, but what does that prove?”

  “Who you truly are is made clear when you respond instinctively.”

  “But why wouldn’t I know myself better by the age of twenty-two?”

  He graced her with a charming grin. “You haven’t been with the right people or in the right situations.”

  Brie looked down at the floor. “I feel so confused right now.”

  “Did you enjoy tonight?”

  “Yes.”

  “Brie.” It was the first time he’d called her by her first name. “I believe you are a rare commodity. You long to please the man you are with, no matter who he is. Now I want to test the limits of what you will do for him.”

  Having Sir speak to her so positively made her uncomfortable. For some reason, it was easier to be criticized than to be praised by him. “I would hate to disappoint you, Sir.”

  “Be yourself and you won’t.”

  Brie nodded, relieved nothing more was required of her.

  He asked, “Are you ready to finish your first day of training?”

  She looked up at the clock and saw that there were less than thirty minutes left. “Yes, Sir.”

  They made their way back to the auditorium. Before they entered, Sir leaned towards her and said in an intimate whisper, “I will be the one to take your virginal bottom tomorrow.”

  Brie stopped in her tracks. The rush she felt was disconcerting. She forced herself to continue following him, but she stumbled in her shoes. He did not reprimand her, but she silently screamed at her shoes, I will fucking conquer you!

  She stared at Sir exclusively as he recapped the evening’s events and asked the panel of instructors to share their final thoughts. When midnight rolled around, Sir spoke to their dwindling class.

  “Congratulations, submissives. You have survived your first day of training. We started with six and are now down to four. Look around you. I predict that after tomorrow, at least one of you will be gone. Get some rest—I promise tomorrow will be even more thrilling than today.” Sir looked at Brie briefly, with a hint of a smile on his face, before he walked out of the room.

  His smile did Brie in. She was consumed with the thought of being possessed by Sir. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.

  (Day 2)

  Brie Learns to Obey

  Making an Impression

  Brie woke up and immediately put on her six-inch heels as per the instructions of her teacher, Mr. Gallant. On her first day at the Submissive Training Center, she’d made a bad first impression by stumbling around. She was taking her homework assignment seriously, determined not to let those damn shoes embarrass her again.

  While teetering on the impossible heels, she made a pot of coffee and ate a simple breakfast of toast with a sunny side up egg on top. Unfortunately, she rolled her ankle when transferring the egg from the stove onto her plate and felt a shooting pain travel up her leg. She ignored it—the shoes would not get the best of her. Her goal was to impress Sir.

  He’d promised that tonight would be their first time together as Dom and submissive. The butterflies she felt just thinking about it made food difficult to swallow. After taking only a few bites, she threw her breakfast in the trash and got dressed for work.

  When she entered the tobacco shop, Mr. Reyn
olds coughed loudly and said, “Um, Brie, what’s going on?”

  “What?”

  “You’re overdressed for this place.”

  She looked down at the simple white blouse and purple skirt. Neither was remarkable, so she figured the shoes made the outfit seem sexier than it was. “Just felt like being a little different today.”

  He was staring at her legs in a way he never had before. It gave her a thrill, even it if was only Mr. Reynolds. “You might cause a few heart attacks among our older clientele,” he commented before walking off.

  Brie stifled a grin. A pair of shoes could make that kind of difference? I never knew…

  She moved about the tiny shop more than usual, practicing her grace while walking. She had to slow her movements and as a result, everything she did felt more sensual. She even caught Jeff checking her out on several occasions. The lazy little shit suddenly became helpful, handing her merchandise with which to stock the shelves. It was amusing, but the boy was uncouth enough to stare at her ass without shame. She had to shoo him away.

  Unfortunately, all of her practice left her feet excruciatingly sore by the end of her shift. Every step was so painful that she worried about stumbling just as badly as the first night.

  The submissive training started at seven PM and lasted until midnight. She was required to wear a school uniform, but it was not a typical ensemble. The sexy uniform consisted of a miniskirt, a leather corset, crotchless hose, a thong, and—of course—the shoes.

  Brie applied her makeup with care and added a few extra curls to frame her young face. She wanted to look irresistible for Sir. They were going to couple that night in the most intimate of ways. He had promised to take her anal virginity and although the prospect was intimidating, the thought of having Sir as her partner made her wet with anticipation.

  Not wanting to be late, she arrived at the Training Center fifteen minutes early. It took longer to walk to her class because of her aching feet. To her credit, she still moved with grace and made it to Mr. Gallant’s class before the bell rang.