Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (24 page)

Finally, he could take no more. “I’m going
to come deep in your throat, sex kitten.”

She pulled his cock out, covered in her
thick saliva. She said hoarsely, “I want you to, Baron. I’ve never
felt that before.”

He grunted lustfully and gathered her hair
again before commanding, “Do it.”

She took a couple of deep breaths before
opening her lips. Again, she kept her eyes on him as she took his
manhood as deep at it would go. This time she rocked his cock a
little less gently, causing her throat muscles to tighten around
him. He grabbed both sides of her head and cried out as his cock
spasmed inside her. His orgasm seemed to last forever. She almost
pushed away to get some air, but he released his hold and she was
able to breathe again. She was gasping, and she sat on her heels,
feeling weak from the endeavor. Instead of pulling her up, Baron
knelt down beside her and stroked her cheek with his thumb. “That
was artfully done, kitten. You are truly unique.”

She looked at him gratefully, feeling a
little embarrassed as she wiped away the copious amounts of saliva
from her face. “Thank you, Baron. It was my honor.”

He stood up and dressed himself as she
listened to Lea finishing. It sounded like she was still struggling
with the gag reflex, although she didn’t let it stop her. Once she
had finished and the Doms had exited the room, Sir asked them to
face the panel.

“Miss Bennett, once again you surprise us.
For a woman who has not taken a shaft down her throat before, you
appeared quite comfortable with the act.”

She couldn’t tell him that he was her
inspiration, so she kept it simple. “I’ve been practicing every
night, Sir. I did not want to fail.”

Marquis Gray spoke up, “The way you did it
was unusually sensual. Where did that come from?”

“I tried to make it pleasurable for my
Dom.”

His eyes narrowed. “No, there’s something
more to it. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.” Brie
blushed, hoping he wouldn’t figure out that when she had been
deep-throating Baron, she’d also been thinking of Sir.

“Whatever the case, it was impressive, Miss
Bennett,” Master Coen stated. “I really have no criticism.”

Naturally, Ms. Clark added her two cents. “I
am curious. You did an excellent job with a slow, shallow thrust. I
wonder, however, how you will fare when it gets a little
rougher.”

Brie nodded her head, unsure how to
respond.

The other girls’ critiques were not as kind.
Brie would have silently celebrated her success, except for the
fact that Ms. Clark’s words resonated in her head. Brie really
didn’t know how she would handle it. In all her practice, she’d
never tried to take the phallus hard and fast. Just the thought of
it made her blood run cold.

Pride Before the Fall

Sir informed the trio, “You may proceed to
the commons. We will retrieve you in a half-hour. Because of the
nature of your second practicum, only liquid refreshments will be
served.”

The girls remained silent as they walked
down the halls. It was quite different from their normal chatting
sessions. Of course, their sore throats certainly didn’t encourage
witty banter.

Brie was grateful to see a nice selection of
wine. She grabbed a bottle of Merlot and a glass and sat down at a
table. Lea joined her with a couple of bottles of beer. Even Mary
came over and sat down at the table. She’d chosen to mix herself a
rum and Coke.

After a couple of sips, Mary shocked Brie by
saying, “Okay, my doc says I have to share it with you so I’m just
going to get it over with.”

Brie put her glass down and looked at her
sympathetically.

“No! Pick that damn glass up and don’t you
dare look at me.”

Brie glanced over at Lea, but said nothing.
She picked up her glass of wine and stared at the opposite
wall.

“Neither of you are allowed to say a word.
I’m just going to say what I have to say and then I don’t want to
hear you ever mention it again. Do you understand?” Mary
growled.

Both Lea and Brie nodded without looking at
her.

“Long story short, my mom abandoned me when
I was eight. The bitch just up and left without a goodbye or
anything. My dad…he was never parent material. He kind of lost it
after she abandoned us.” Mary paused, probably contemplating how
much to share. “I was left to fend for myself and I did okay on my
own. But my dad never got over her leaving and he hated me for it.
I could tell by the way he glared at me.”

Mary stopped and took a long drink. She
seemed about to speak, but then she took another long sip. Brie
felt for her and sincerely wished Mary didn’t have to reveal her
painful past.

“So… By the time I was ten, my dad was
heavily into drugs and drank all the time. But the only time it
affected me was when he drank his rum and Coke and smoked crack.”
She stopped again and drank over half of her cocktail. It surprised
Brie that Mary would prefer rum and Coke when it’d had such a
negative impact on her life.

Mary continued, “The combination did
something to his brain and he changed.” She barked angrily, “He
never touched me sexually, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

Nobody said a word, so she went on, “My dad
would make me lean against a kitchen chair and then he’d rant about
how he wasn’t ever going to let me leave. That’s when the beatings
would start. He knew exactly where to hit so that it caused the
greatest amount of pain without leaving a mark. I think he got off
on hearing me scream.” Mary picked up her glass and downed the rest
of the drink. She got up and made herself a new one.

When she sat down again, she said
off-handedly, “A guy would have to think about that, wouldn’t he?
Where to hit a little girl so it didn’t leave a permanent mark?
Even though he was drunk and high, I always suspected he was
coherent on some level. He just fucking hid behind the drugs and
alcohol as an excuse to hurt me.”

Brie took a sip of her wine, finding it hard
not to turn and give Mary a hug.

“Can you imagine beating up a ten-year-old
kid? I fucking hate him! Hell, I hate my mother just as much. He
probably got his jollies beating on her too, but what kind of
mother leaves her little girl behind with such an animal? I blame
her every bit as much as my dad.” She mumbled into her drink, “They
can both go to hell.”

She stopped talking and slowly downed the
rest of the drink. Lea asked softly, “What happened last week?”

“Oh, that? Well, Tono has this weird way of
tying people up. I liked it at first, but I don’t know… It was
creepy. I think that’s what started it. The two of us were having a
good time together. I mean he is a hot piece of ass and God, he can
make a girl come. But after being tied up for so long, I started to
hyperventilate. He asked if I was okay, but I didn’t want to stop
so I claimed it was turning me on. He made a fine interrogator and
we were just ramping up to the good stuff.”

She sighed heavily. “Tono threatened to hurt
me unless I divulged more information. I told him where to go and
he slapped my face like in my fantasy. Normally, I like that kind
of thing but I just flipped out and started screaming hysterically.
I don’t even remember what happened after that.” No one spoke when
she’d finished.

Mary was a mystery to Brie.
Drinking the
same drink as her abusive father and seeking out situations similar
to the abuse she suffered as a child?
It was almost as if Mary
were a moth, drawn to the flame that would eventually burn her.

The more Brie reflected on it, the more she
believed it was good that Mary had come to the Training Center.
With the help of her counselor and the guidance of the trainers,
maybe she would find a Dom who could help her to overcome the
demons of her past in a constructive way.

Master Coen came soon after to collect them.
Instead of heading to the auditorium, they walked back to the same
classroom. When she entered, she saw her hot, Italian Dom waiting
for her. She smiled, remembering how smooth and tasty his cock
was.

Marquis Gray stood up to address the girls.
“To be well-rounded submissives, you should be able to take a good
face-fucking. Many Doms enjoy it. For your second practicum, we
will observe how well you become vessels for your Doms.”

Brie froze. It was one thing to take a man’s
cock on her own terms and have control of the action, but it was
completely different to let him have free rein over her resistant
throat.

“Kneel down before your Doms,” Marquis Gray
ordered.

Brie did so slowly, with a growing feeling
of dread.

Her dark-haired Italian commanded, “Undress
me, slave.”

She undid his pants and pulled them off. His
beautiful cock stood before her. She realized it was the exact same
size as the dildo. It gave her a little more confidence. She looked
down the line and noticed all three men were the same size.
How
thoughtful of the trainers to pick normal-sized cocks for our first
face-fucking session
.

Brie took her Dom’s cock in her hand and
began kissing and licking his shaft. He grabbed the back of her
head and pushed her mouth farther down on his dick. She adjusted
and sucked harder, trying to build up the extra saliva needed to
make it easier on her throat. After an ample amount of time, he
pushed his cock against the back of her throat.

She gagged and instinctually braced her
hands against his thighs, pulling away with tears stinging her
eyes.

“Open,” he commanded.

She mentally prepared herself for the
onslaught and opened her mouth to him. Again, he grabbed the back
of her head and forced the length of his shaft down her throat. It
wasn’t even a choice for her; she pushed against him and broke
contact. It hurt.

She turned her head and watched Mary calmly
taking the thrusting of her Dom, her face a picture of peaceful
acceptance. It was almost beautiful to watch as his dick
disappeared into her mouth, again and again in rapid thrusts.

Brie was determined to please her Dom that
way. She put her hands behind her back and opened her mouth wide.
After two of his forceful thrusts, her hands snaked around of their
own accord and tried to push him away.

“Hands,” he warned.

She dropped them down to her sides, but the
next deep thrust had her pushing against him desperately.

“Hands!”

Her arms hung in midair as she used all the
willpower she possessed not to disengage. The tears fell and sobs
escaped each time he thrust in and out of her. She could have used
the safe word, but she refused, not wanting to fail in this.

She closed her eyes and endured. It was
ugly. There was nothing sensual about how she took his shaft down
her throat. Her nose was running and she couldn’t stop crying. He
took pity on her and pulled away. She could only curl up over her
knees and attempt to quiet her whimpers.

“Miss Bennett, please follow me,” Sir said,
standing beside her.

She looked up, all snot-nosed and teary. She
tried unsuccessfully to stifle the sob that erupted from her lips.
He held out his hand and she took it.

Brie meekly followed him out of the
classroom and they walked to his office in silence. He guided her
to the chair and then sat down at his desk. He handed her several
tissues and waited until she had control over herself.

“Why didn’t you use the safe word?” he asked
quietly.

“I won’t give up. I can’t fail.”

“But you did just now.” The truth of his
words crushed her. “I have always told you to be true to yourself.
This was a prime example of what I was talking about. By stubbornly
enduring it, you have harmed yourself and lessened the chance of
becoming successful at this skill.”

She looked at him sadly and then broke into
a fresh set of tears. “I’m sorry, Sir. I can’t stand failing.”

“In this case, you failed miserably. We
didn’t stop you, because we all wanted to see you take control of
the situation. Imagine doing something similar, or worse, on your
own and then being permanently scarred by it. There is a reason we
give you a safe word. What you failed to do is similar to the
mistake Miss Wilson made. Do
not
let your stubbornness or
pride keep you from ending a scene that is traumatizing
you—ever.”

Her tears had stopped by then. Now she only
felt shame. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

“Marquis Gray is correct; most Doms will
expect to take you in that manner. It is important you overcome
your fear of it.”

She nodded despondently.

“Brie.” Her stomach fluttered when she heard
hearing Sir say her first name. “What if I tell you that I want you
that way?”

She looked up at him, and her heart nearly
stopped beating.

“I want to feel the tight constriction of
your throat around my shaft. I want to see you look up at me with
adoration as I pump my cock into your mouth.”

Suddenly the act did not seem as
frightening. If it was something Sir wanted, she would willingly
give it to him, or at least try.

“Tomorrow, you and I will practice on stage.
It is important to succeed in this, but if it becomes too much, say
the safe word and you can attempt it again another time.” He looked
at her kindly. “This does not have to be conquered in one
session.”

“I want to try, Sir,” she said breathlessly.
“I want to please you.”

“It’s only natural. You’re a sub.”

“No, it’s more than that…”

“Stop, Miss Bennett.” Her heart ached when
he called her by her last name. “Let’s not mistake this for
anything more than a practice session.”

She looked at her lap and answered quietly,
“Yes, Sir.”

Regardless of his warning, she coveted the
chance to please him, to show him how she truly felt. If he knew
the extent of her feelings, how could he ever let her go? Sir would
never find anyone else as devoted. He was her everything.