Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (25 page)

She left the Center after their talk and
headed straight home. As Brie lay in bed that night, she thought of
Sir.
He’s probably wondering how I’m doing, or maybe he is
imagining my lips wrapped around his perfect cock.
Despite
Brie’s failure during the second practicum, she longed for this
session with Sir. He hadn’t really touched her since their
encounter together, and she
craved
Sir’s touch.

The next morning at the tobacco shop, Mr.
Reynolds noted the extra spring in her step. “Wow, what’s got you
glowing like a candle?”

Brie blushed and smiled, but said
nothing.

“Ah, must be young love. That would explain
your lack of focus this past week. Is he the one who gave you that
quirky necklace?”

Brie caressed her thin, black collar and
said proudly, “Yes.”

“So, who is he?” Mr. Reynolds pressed.

She grinned. “Nobody you would know.”

He grabbed the inventory sheet and called
back to her as he walked away, “You should bring him over to the
shop sometime. I’d like to meet the young man who has captured your
heart.”

She giggled to herself. She could only
imagine the look on Mr. Reynolds’ face if she came walking into the
shop dressed in her sexy school uniform, arm in arm with Sir. The
poor man might have a heart attack.

She laughed her way through the day,
surprised at how fast work went when Sir was on her mind. Before
she knew it, she was heading to the Training Center and her
practice session with the headmaster.

Brie was disheartened to see Blue
Eyes—Todd—waiting for her at the front doors again. She hated to be
rude to the boy, but it was a necessary evil. He needed to
understand that she wasn’t interested in him.

“Good evening, Miss Bennett.” He swung the
door open for her and let Brie pass without trying to engage her in
conversation.

Well, that went easier than expected.
She sneaked a peek to see if he was watching her, but he was
talking with another student. She figured he must have gotten the
hint the first time around.
Huh, he’s smarter than I gave him
credit for.

Brie struggled to pay attention in Mr.
Gallant’s class, but her mind was intent on pleasing Sir. Her
instructor noticed and called her on it. “Miss Bennett, what are
the five suggested techniques to enhance fellatio for the
male?”

She did a quick replay in her mind. Although
she hadn’t been paying attention, luckily her mind had taken note
and she was able to rattle them off. She held up five fingers and
folded each one down as she named the techniques. “One, remain
partially dressed. Two, position yourself so that your Dom can see
your lips on his cock at all times. Three, continually make sensual
sounds. Four, intensify the act physically…”

“Examples?” he asked.

“Um…” Brie was scrambling, but it quickly
came to her. “Examples are like having him put his hand on the back
of your head or using your hair during fellatio.”

“Fine. Go on.”

“Five…” She put the last finger down and
smiled. “Saliva is your friend.”

“That is correct.” He looked at her
knowingly. “I suggest you employ those techniques tonight.”

Was he aware of her upcoming practice
session with Sir?

“I will, Mr. Gallant. Thank you.”

“Ladies, tonight you will proceed to the
auditorium first so that refreshments can be served
afterwards.”

Her heart rate shot up. She was going to
encounter Sir sooner than she’d thought! It was hard not to run to
the auditorium. Instead, she walked alongside Lea, who seemed in no
hurry whatsoever. Brie almost squealed when she saw that not only
were the trainers already there, but Sir was on stage.

“Proceed to the stage, Miss Bennett,” Sir
commanded with his velvet voice.

She floated to him. It was just Sir and
her—there was no other reality.

“Are you ready, Miss Bennett?”

Keeping her eyes on the floor, she
responded, “I am, Sir.” She paused and added, “Mr. Gallant
suggested I use the techniques I learned today.”

“Of course. I assumed you would.”

She didn’t know if it was overly bold, but
she asked, “May I strip for you, Sir?”

He snapped his fingers and one of the
assistants produced a chair. Sir sat down and graced her with one
of his delicious smirks. “By all means.”

Brie swayed her hips from side to side,
trying to lure Sir into her seductive web. She slowly untied her
corset, letting it open, but not allowing it to expose her breasts.
Before she undid the last tie, she turned around and looked over
her shoulder at him as her corset fell to the floor. She covered
her breasts with her arms, her milky white skin blushing with
excitement as she turned back towards him. She gave him a sexy pout
and then let her hands drop to her sides.

She playfully fingered her long, brown curls
and twirled once for him. Then she shimmied out of her panties,
held them up and, with a naughty little smile, let them drop to the
floor. She briefly lifted her skirt to show off her bare pussy.
Next, she removed her shoes and then her thigh-highs, one luscious
leg at a time. She let the hose drift to the floor, on top of her
small pile of clothing. She kept her microskirt on, in accordance
with the first technique.

Brie approached Sir and slowly knelt down at
his feet, ready to take his cock in the position recommended in the
second technique. Sir’s smile had grown wider as he’d observed
her.

“Entertaining to watch,” he complimented. He
stood up and removed all of his clothes. She marveled at his fit
frame, the dark patch of hair on his chest and his princely cock.
Then he stood before her, his handsome manhood just inches from her
face.

“I want you to suck me the same way you did
Baron.”

Tears of gratitude pricked her eyes. She was
being given permission to express her feelings for him before the
practice session. Brie took his rigid and perfectly formed cock in
her hand, guiding it to her lips. She swirled her tongue over the
ridge of his smooth head and moaned softly, remembering the third
technique.

Brie took her time as she took more and more
of him into her mouth, building up the anticipation of when her
lips would encase his entire shaft. She continually sneaked glances
at Sir and made lusty noises. He met those glances with his intense
stare. He remained silent, but seemed completely entranced by her
mouth.

When she felt ready, she looked up at him,
hoping her honey-colored eyes clearly expressed her total and
complete devotion. The head of his cock breached the entrance of
her throat and she slowly forced it down until her lips touched the
base of his shaft. Then she grabbed his hips and began the gentle,
shallow thrusting motions. Sir threw back his head and let out a
deep sigh.

When she needed oxygen, she slowly pulled
away, but did not release his cock from her lips. She remembered
the fourth technique and guided one of his hands to the back of her
head. She purred at the feeling of submissiveness the simple
contact inspired. Then she let his hard cock slide back down her
tight throat. She began the thrusting motion with a little more
enthusiasm. This time Sir groaned in pleasure and a wave of wetness
coated her aching pussy. Pleasing Sir was such a turn-on!

She continued loving his cock with her
throat. The saliva built up until it was freely flowing from her
mouth, but she did not wipe it away—technique number five. She knew
it would increase his pleasure, providing his cock with the right
amount of friction.

Brie wanted to continue forever, but he
finally pulled away and stated, “I want to fuck your face now.”

Her loins contracted in pleasure and fear.
An assistant entered the stage and handed Sir a strip of red satin.
He looked down at Brie tenderly. “I don’t want your hands to be a
distraction for you this time.”

Sir tied her wrists together behind her
back. She was grateful. Not having control of her hands would allow
her to focus better. He stood before Brie again, his cock stiff and
hungry for her.

“Open yourself to me.”

She trembled. The way he said it was sexy
and romantic. He wasn’t treating her like a hole to be fucked; he
was asking her to give a part of herself.

“If it pleases you, Sir,” she whispered
hoarsely. She opened her lips to his manhood.

He gathered her hair with one hand and used
it to guide her onto his cock. He gradually forced her mouth
farther down his shaft. “First I’ll start off gentle, and then I’ll
give it to you rough.”

Brie moaned. Sir was going to take her in
the same manner he’d taken her anal virginity. He knew what her
body could handle and would help her to succeed in pleasing him.
She relaxed as he pushed the head of his shaft against her throat.
Brie unconsciously gagged, but did not fight when he forced it past
the resistance. She felt the length of him travel down her throat
until her lips touched the base of his cock. He slowly pulled back
out and let her catch her breath.

“Color?” he asked.

“Green.”

He nodded and pushed himself deep into her
throat again. He stayed still for a moment, and then thrust lightly
several times before pulling out.

“Still okay?” he asked.

She nodded, realizing she wasn’t making any
noises. This time, when he guided himself down her throat, she gave
a muffled moan and looked up at him lustfully. He took that as an
okay to thrust with more vigor, and she instinctually tensed.

I am his vessel,
she reminded
herself.
I long to please him this way.
His thrusts became
longer and more forceful. Brie kept her eyes locked on him as he
took her mouth for his pleasure, but she forgot to make noises of
desire, so he pulled out.

“Color?”

She managed to croak, “Still green.”

“Then I won’t hold back any longer.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

He regathered her hair. “Open wide, Brie. I
plan to thoroughly enjoy that throat of yours.”

Brie remembered the erotic vision of Mary
deep-throating her Dom with a look of peace on her face. She wanted
to look just as erotic for Sir, but it was so much more than that.
She was not offering herself as a vessel to him out of obedience,
she was offering herself out of devotion and… She could no longer
deny it. Brie gazed up at Sir with
love
as he used her mouth
to satisfy his lustful desires.

Sir groaned and eventually cried out. His
whole body shuddered when the release finally came and he pumped
his essence down her throat. For an instant, she saw a hint of the
same vulnerability in his eyes she’d seen before, and it thrilled
her.

He untied her hands and helped her to her
feet. “You did quite well, Miss Bennett.” He re-dressed and then
assisted with her clothing, pulling the corset tight. She looked up
to thank him and was struck dumb. His lips were nearly touching
hers…

Sir put his hands on her shoulders and
turned her around to face the panel.

“How would you rate the experience, Miss
Bennett?” Master Coen asked.

It was a ten; it would always be a ten with
Sir. However, she could not tell the trainers that without causing
problems, so she answered, “It was an eight.”

“That is a marked improvement from your
previous experience,” he noted. “We were distressed when you failed
to use the safe word the first time.”

Brie looked down at the stage floor in
shame. “I’ve learned my lesson, Master Coen.”

“One can only hope that’s the case.”

“What was the difference from yesterday to
today?” Marquis Gray asked.

She tried to keep her face emotionless when
she answered. “I’m learning better how to give control away.”

“That
is
an expected quality in a
submissive, Miss Bennett,” Ms. Clark interjected.

Marquis Gray’s voice had a serious undertone
when he said, “Based on my observations, I believe what happened
yesterday is closely related to your reluctance to eliminate in
front of Rytsar Donkova. Can you identify the connection?”

She braved a look into his dark, cavernous
eyes, suddenly unsure of herself. “No, I don’t see the
similarity.”

His eyes softened briefly. “I could tell
you, but that would not be wise. You must learn to identify your
weaknesses so that you can properly address them.”

Brie’s heart sank. Even though she had
conquered the oral skill of deep-throating, Marquis Gray was
claiming she still had a weakness—a weakness that threatened her
future as a submissive.

“Think long and hard on this, Miss Bennett.
If you fail to identify it, I’m afraid it will defeat you.”

A chill traveled down her spine. “I will do
as you say, Marquis Gray.”

“I have faith in you,” Sir whispered,
putting his hand on the small of her back as they walked off the
stage. The simple gesture and his words of encouragement set her
heart pounding again.

Brie was far less nervous on her second
Auction Day. After having such an amazing experience with Rytsar
Donkova the week before, she was confident she would thoroughly
enjoy herself. Mr. Gallant had informed the girls that they would
be playing out their Doms’ fantasies this time around.

She was certain Tono would bid for her and
she was looking forward to alone time with the captivating Dom.
Even though they’d only had one encounter together, it was one she
couldn’t forget. They had a special connection she hoped to explore
further. Much to her relief, her monthly ‘condition’ had played out
and wouldn’t affect her time with him.

When her name was called, Brie walked
gracefully onto the stage with her gaze glued to the floor. Ms.
Clark would have no reason to discipline her this time around.