Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center

  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.

  “Do you want to come, kitten?”

  “If it pleases you, Baron.”

  “Good answer…but not yet.”

  Baron took full advantage of the swing, pulling all the way out and then letting her swing right back onto his hard rod. The explosive jolts from each impact threatened to overcome her resolve to obey him. Finally, he grabbed onto her hips and began quick, hard thrusts. She felt his cock grow thicker just before he came. “Now,” he gasped between ejaculations. She closed her eyes and allowed the intense throbbing to morph into pleasurable contractions. Brie cried out as the chills took hold and she lost touch with reality.

  Baron’s warm chuckles brought her back. He had already pulled out and was standing beside her. “That was a good effort, my sweet little sex kitten.” He picked her up and helped her out of the swing. As soon as her feet touched the ground, the swing rose back up into the ceiling.

  Brie had to hold onto him, needing time to get her legs back. “Thank you, Baron,” she whispered. He ripped off his mask and bent down to kiss her with those thick, warm lips.

  She struggled to get her clothes back on, and then turned to Sir and the other trainers.

  “What did you learn, Miss Bennett?” Sir asked.

  “That I don’t want to disappoint my Dom.”

  “Good.”

  Ms. Clark stood up, obviously still unhappy. “The next time I see you staring into the eyes of your Dom when it is not appropriate, I will punish you myself.”

  “Yes, Mistress Clark,” Brie answered.

  The hostile trainer seemed to appreciate the title Brie gave her, and her expression softened a little. She sat down without another word.

  Brie left the stage and walked over to her seat. Instead of lecturing them further, Marquis Gray handed out paper and told them to write down what they had learned from their fellow classmates. She was the last one to finish. When she had handed in her paper to Marquis Gray, Sir dismissed the group. The second night of training was officially over.

  She felt a profound sense of loss, knowing that Sir did not want her. She got up slowly and groaned. Her feet were on fire, protesting vehemently against the torturous shoes. With gritty determination, she walked gracefully towards the auditorium door. Just as she touched the latch Sir said, “Miss Bennett, proceed to room two.”

  Brie almost squealed like a little girl, but somehow kept her composure. She said loudly, “Yes, Sir!” and disappeared through the door before she could make a fool of herself.

  The Power of His Touch

  Brie walked down to room two, no longer concerned about her aching feet. She tried to open the door but found it locked. She stood there alone with her eyes directed at the floor, waiting for Sir to join her. Be still my heart, she repeated to herself, many times over. It seemed like an eternity before she heard his footsteps coming down the corridor—long, confident strides.

  Sir did not acknowledge her, but went to unlock the door. As he entered the room, he said quietly, “Follow.”

  Brie immediately moved behind him, and then gasped when she saw the interior of the room. There was the same table with leather straps that she’d seen on the website. That picture of it had convinced her to start the submissive training in the first place.

  “How did you know?” she whispered.

  “Know what, Miss Bennett?”

  “That I wanted this.”

  Sir laughed lightly. “The way you responded to Miss Wilson’s lesson today made it fairly obvious.” She was embarrassed, but grateful he could easily read her desires. He pointed towards two chairs in the corner. “I want to talk to you before we begin.”

  She nodded, and sat down only after Sir took a seat.


  “Miss Bennett, you should know that I am breaking protocol here. Normally, a trainer does not interact with a student, but I am not a man who is easily denied. I have wanted to take your sweet little ass ever since I saw you bend over the box of cigarettes in the tobacco shop. As headmaster of this school, I know where your training is headed and if I want your virginity, I need to take it now.”

  His words sent shivers of delight through her body. “I understand, Sir.”

  “You can refuse me.”

  “I do not wish to, Sir.”

  “Fine. Then undress and kneel beside me.”

  Brie forced herself to breathe normally as she slowly and sensually took off her clothes for him. She folded them in a neat pile and then knelt down beside her Sir. He began stroking her hair, making her purr inside.

  “I saw how you handled yourself after we left the room earlier. I was pleased with your obedience.” Brie had known there were cameras. “I appreciated that you stood up for Ms. Taylor.”

  Brie looked up and smiled at him. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Although I agree with Ms. Clark that you have an eye contact issue, I understood your need for it in the auditorium with Baron.” He glanced down at her with a glint in his eye. “I enjoyed watching you train with him tonight.” He continued to play with her hair and her whole body tingled with bliss. “I have a question for you, however.”

  She looked deep into his eyes. Whatever he wanted to know was his for the asking. “What, Sir?”

  “Tell me, what did Tono say to you at the end of your first session today?”

  “He said that he would come back for me.”

  “Hmm…” Sir rubbed his chin thoughtfully and was silent for a moment. “It appears he, as well as another Dom, is infatuated with you. After we finish here, I want you to follow me to my office. There is something I need to give you, Miss Bennett.”

  Before she could respond, Sir pulled her head back and kissed her roughly. All reasoning left her when she felt his insistent lips on hers.

  He picked her up in one swift motion and carried her to the table. He strapped her wrists down first, leaving no room for movement. Before he secured her ankles, he took one of her feet gently in his hand. “I see those shoes are doing a number on your pretty little feet. Does it hurt?”