Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (13 page)

Brie said nothing, angry that her nemesis
knew so much. When they arrived at the commons, Brie could smell a
variety of spicy foods. “What is it?” she asked.

“All kinds of tasty Spanish tapas!” Lea
squealed. “I’ll make us both a plate,” she said, and left Mary to
lead Brie to a table.

“Don’t get used to this, Bennett. I can’t
stand you,” Mary hissed. She left, presumably to get her own plate.
Brie didn’t mind if she was jealous—she didn’t mind one bit.

It surprised Brie how much better the food
tasted with her blindfold on. She noticed every little nuance of
flavor: garlic, spicy cayenne, sweet paprika, the honey-bitterness
of saffron. The same went for the wine, with its layers of smoky
cherry and vanilla, as well as a hint of oak. She let the other two
chat away as she enjoyed the aromatic food and partook liberally of
the multilayered wine.

Master Coen did not come to get them for a
full hour. By then, the mutual excitement of the three was
deliciously tangible. They walked arm in arm to the auditorium,
trusting that the practicum was going to be out of this world.

Challenged

Once Brie had sat down in the auditorium,
Ms. Clark ordered her to take off her blindfold. She did so
quickly, blinking several times to adjust to the light. “I expect
you to observe everything, Miss Bennett. Do
not
look
away.”

Brie thought it was an odd thing to command,
considering all of the girls were expected to watch, but she nodded
and looked towards the stage dutifully.

Master Coen spoke to the group. “Tonight is
a special night for each of you. This is a night of self-discovery,
where we promise to stretch your limits and open you to desires
you’ve avoided up to this point.”

Brie was dumbfounded when she saw Ms. Clark
move onto the stage. Master Coen announced, “Ms. Taylor, join your
trainer.”

Lea looked at Brie, her eyes wide with
curiosity. She bounced up the stairs and joined their Dominatrix
trainer with the severe bun and tight-fitting business suit. “For
this exercise, you will address me as Mistress,” Ms. Clark
ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” Lea said, her gaze glued to
the ground. Obviously, she didn’t want to suffer the same
punishment as Brie.

“Am I correct in assuming you have not been
with another woman?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Then your name for the scene shall be
Cherry. Take off your top and underwear, but do it thoughtfully.
Please your Mistress as you reveal your large bosom and your cunny
to her.”

Lea slowly undid the ties of the corset and
playfully uncovered one of her unnaturally large breasts. She
covered it back up and exposed the other before letting the corset
fall to the stage floor. She turned away from Mistress Clark and
flipped her skirt up. Then she bent over and slowly shimmied off
the thong, stepping out of it and spreading her legs.

“That was nice. Now stand up and face me,
with your arms crossed above your head.” Lea readily obeyed her
command. Mistress reached over and cupped Lea’s right breast in her
hand. “A full D-cup—not too big, but more than a handful.” She
flicked Lea’s nipple with her thumb, making it taut and erect. Then
she moved her fingers to the other, tugging and kneading her
breast. “Retrieve the nipple clamps from the table.”

Lea glanced down at the small table and
looked confused. She hesitantly picked up a small chain, then
handed it to her Domme while keeping her eyes averted. “Yes,
Cherry, those are nipple clamps. I take it you haven’t tried them
before.”

“No, Mistress.”

“Then we are both in for a treat.” She
opened a clamp and attached it to Lea’s nipple, adjusting it until
her sub grunted in discomfort. “Does it hurt, Cherry?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

Mistress Clark adjusted it a little tighter
before she moved to the other nipple. Brie cringed in empathy for
her pain. The nipple clamps looked pretty with the decorative chain
connecting them, but the idea of having one’s nipples squished like
that seemed extremely painful—as bad as waxing.

“Concentrate on the pain, don’t avoid it,”
Lea’s Domme insisted. Lea nodded and said nothing. When her face
relaxed, Mistress Clark pulled on the chain. Lea moaned softly.
“That’s it. You feel the pleasure, don’t you?” With her hand still
pulling on the chain, Mistress Clark leaned over and kissed Lea,
running her tongue over her lips before darting in.

Lea kissed her back, whimpering softly. She
spread her legs open when Mistress Clark moved her fingers between
Lea’s thighs to caress her glistening pussy. Brie was shocked that
their trainer could be so hot and provocative. It forced her to
look at the woman in a completely different light.

Mistress Clark pulled back and put one of
her legs onto the small table, hiking up her pencil skirt. “Cherry,
I want you to eat my pussy the way you would like to be eaten.”

Lea got down on her knees and moved the red
panties aside so she could lick Mistress Clark’s sex. Brie’s eyes
opened wide—it seemed so wrong and yet so erotic. Lea licked the
length of it and then settled her tongue on the clit. The only
sound in the entire auditorium was gentle suckling noises.

“Faster, Cherry.”

Lea moved her head back and forth in a rapid
motion, causing the Mistress to moan. Brie felt her juices start to
flow at the sound of her trainer’s pleasure. Never in a million
years had she thought watching Ms. Clark would make her horny.

“Stop. That was good, Cherry, but I want you
to stand up now.”

Lea did as she was told, standing
respectfully before her Mistress. The Domme picked up a
fleshy-looking dildo and knelt down to partake of Lea. As she
kissed Lea’s drenched pussy lips, she pulled on the chain with one
hand and thrust the phallus into Lea with the other. Brie could see
that her friend was trembling from all the attention, and wondered
how long Lea could last. The auditorium was filled with her panting
moans.

“Let me please you, Mistress!” Lea
begged.

“Yes, Cherry.” Mistress Clark stood back up
and kissed Lea on the lips.

Lea sneaked her hand to Mistress’ mound. The
Dominatrix dropped the dildo and the two started flicking each
other’s clits like there was no tomorrow. The whole group waited in
anticipation as the two women brought each other to climax. Lea was
loud when she came, but only a few gasping sounds came out of the
Domme’s lips.

Brie’s panties were sopping wet at the end
of their encounter. It had been so simple, but Ms. Clark had known
exactly how to play Lea. It had been like watching art—the art of
seduction.

Master Coen asked, “How would you rate the
scene, Ms. Taylor?”

She looked down and smiled, but then stopped
herself. Lea was learning. She looked him directly in the eye
before she smiled again. “I enjoyed it.”

“Even though it was with a woman?”

“Yes, and it surprises me. I never would
have guessed.”

“Tonight’s practicum was an important
breakthrough for you,” Sir commented.

She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Sir.”

Once the stage was cleared, a new scene was
set up. Assistants brought a bed onto the stage, along with a table
and a single tube of lubricant. Brie started hyperventilating,
thinking her time was at hand.

Her heart about stopped when both Master
Coen
and
Sir walked up to the stage. Brie closed her eyes
and waited for her name to be called.

“Miss Wilson, please join your trainers on
the stage,” Marquis Gray announced.

She stopped breathing altogether and her
eyes immediately fell to the floor, but Ms. Clark was watching her.
“Eyes on the stage, Miss Bennett!”

Brie obeyed. She did not miss the extra
wiggle to Mary’s ass as she walked up to the stage and stood next
to
Brie’s
Sir.

Master Coen commanded, “Slave, undress your
Masters.”

Mary deftly removed their clothes, starting
with Coen first. The large muscular man was impressive without
clothing. He had the look of a tanned bodybuilder, completely free
of hair and with every muscle nicely defined. His shaft was already
rigid. Like the rest of him, it was stout and veiny.

Mary was purposely slow and sensual when she
undressed Sir. Her hands danced over his skin as she took off each
piece of clothing. Brie had seen him
au naturel
before, but
she was still surprised by how strikingly handsome he was. Unlike
Master Coen, he had a covering of brown hair on his chest, arms and
legs. His muscles weren’t bulging like Master Coen’s, but they were
well defined and
fine
. Brie glanced between his legs,
admiring his handsome cock surrounded by dark hair. She felt
incredibly possessive of that shaft and didn’t want Mary anywhere
near it!

Sir murmured something, and Mary obediently
got down on her knees. Brie wanted to close her eyes, but she
resisted the urge and watched her nemesis go down on him, her
stomach in knots. She
hated
Ms. Clark for making her
watch.

While Mary continued to suck Sir’s dick,
Master Coen knelt behind her and began stimulating her clit with
his hand. “Spread for me,” he ordered. She obediently opened her
legs wider and he pushed his fingers inside, pumping her
deeply.

Brie’s heart rate increased in both anger
and desire. Why couldn’t
she
have been the one up there? She
felt a touch on her shoulder and knew it was Lea. Her friend
understood, and knowing that helped Brie to check her building
rage.

Both men disengaged from Mary at the same
time. Master Coen moved over to the bed and lay on his back. “Sit
on my dick, slave. We’re about to give you a ride.”

Mary let out an excited squeal and climbed
onto the bed. She straddled him, letting his veiny shaft impale her
swollen pussy. Meanwhile, Sir took the lubricant and liberally
coated his cock with it. Brie wanted to scream when he approached
Mary. She gritted her teeth, willing herself not to look away.

Sir joined the two on the bed and spread
more lubricant over the girl’s tight hole. Mary moaned in
anticipation. His velvety smooth voice explained, “I know this is
your first time with double penetration, so we will take it slow
initially.”

“I want it, Sir,” she groaned. “I want to
please you.”

“Of course you want to please us.” He
slapped her ass several times, the sound of it echoing through the
auditorium. “Now relax and take it…” Sir said as he pushed the head
of his shaft into her. Mary grunted as she received his gift.

Brie felt the weight of someone staring at
her and sneaked a glance at the other trainers. Both trainers were
looking at her,
not
at the stage. She quickly turned her
eyes back to the scene, suddenly understanding that this was a
test.

She watched as the men played with Mary’s
body, helping her to relax enough to take in the fullness of both
of their cocks. It took several minutes before Sir’s entirety was
securely in her ass. Mary kept moaning, “Oh, God… Oh, God, that
feels good.”

Brie let out an irritated sigh. Even though
she had only just lost her anal virginity the day before, she
wanted to take Mary’s place.
She
wanted to be the one
pleasing Sir.

Mary let out a loud moan when Sir began
moving inside her. Soon both men were alternately stroking her with
their shafts. Their muscles strained as they controlled the depths
and speeds of their thrusts.

It was incredibly erotic to watch a girl
taking two men at the same time, but Brie was pissed. She didn’t
care for the scene, and wanted to close her eyes and ears to it.
She tried to put herself in a ‘happy’ place, but that became
impossible when Mary started screaming in pleasure. The men had
increased their speed and Nemesis’ body was responding favorably to
it.

Sir slapped her ass hard. Mary’s whole
bodied stiffened before she cried, “Oh, God,
yes
…” and her
buttocks began their rhythmic tensing. She moaned until the last
wave of her orgasm had receded.

Both men reacted by pumping into her faster.
Master Coen came first, with deep, low grunts like a wild boar’s.
Sir was silent, but Brie saw him stiffen just before his pelvis
thrust rapidly against her ass.

Brie slumped lower in her chair, feeling
defeated. Watching Sir come inside another woman was
too
much.

The three lay there in silence, gathering
themselves, before Sir finally lifted himself off Nemesis, and
offered his hand to her as she disengaged from Master Coen. An
assistant quickly set a tray of towels on the table and retreated.
Master Coen handed one to Mary so that she could clean herself.

Once she was dressed and the trainers had
taken their seats, Ms. Clark spoke. “Miss Wilson, how would you
rate this scene?”

“I give it a ten.”

“May I ask why?”

Brie knew the real answer, but Mary replied,
“Pleasing both men at the same time was amazing.” She giggled and
added, “I’d do it again right now.” She kept her eyes to the floor,
but Brie knew that her last answer was directed towards Sir.

Gloom descended over Brie when she realized
who was left. Marquis Gray, the ghostlike man whose dark eyes could
penetrate her soul.
He
was going to be her partner. The same
man who had punished Lea by leaving red welts on her ass.

There was no way she was going to share a
scene with that man. She stood up and started towards the door,
walking away from it all—from Sir, from Lea, and from her
submissive training.

Don’t cry,
she told
herself
.

Lea reached a hand out. “Please, Brie. Don’t
go.”

Mary chuckled under her breath as she sat
down.
Yes, bitch, you win,
Brie growled silently
.