Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (29 page)

“Why not?”

“Each person is different. Our strengths and
weaknesses can’t fit everyone.” She sneaked another peek at him
before proceeding. “I am not sure if you would agree, Mr. Gallant,
but I think it is possible to be the perfect sub for one person…
Maybe even more than one person. However, it’s impossible to be
everything to everyone and still be true to yourself.”

He nodded and turned to Mary. “What are your
thoughts, Miss Wilson?”

Mary answered immediately. “She pretty much
stole what I was going to say.”

Yeah, right!

“Aren’t you striving to become the perfect
sub, Miss Wilson?”

She stammered, “Well, I can’t be, so why
bother?”

“So, you are
not
attempting to become
the perfect sub?”

“No, wait—I want to be the perfect sub!” she
blurted.

“Which is it, Miss Wilson?”

Brie liked how Mr. Gallant wouldn’t let his
students off with half-assed answers.

“I want to be better than any other sub
here,” she answered defiantly.

“Will that make you the perfect sub?”

She looked down at her lap. “No, I guess it
won’t. But at least I will be better than everyone else.”

Mr. Gallant’s next comment seemed offhand,
but was scorching. “I wonder if an arrogant sub truly understands
the lifestyle.” He didn’t wait for an answer from her and dove
right into his topic. “This week we are exploring bondage.”

Brie silently cheered.

He walked to the front of the class and
pulled down a white screen. “There are many different bondage
materials that can be used. I will be teaching you about the most
common, as well as those that are unsafe and should be
avoided.”

Brie got out her paper and pencil, eager to
discover all she could about her favorite subject.

Mr. Gallant turned on the projector and
pointed to the first object. “Handcuffs seem to be one of the first
items the uninformed envision when they think of bondage. These
restraint devices are limiting and can cause abrasions if the
submissive struggles. However, they do have a pleasant visual and
psychological effect, so if they are going to be used I recommend
purchasing a professional set with a lock that prevents them from
tightening further.”

Brie did not consider the feel of metal
cuffs to be a turn-on and wrote beside her notes,
Not for
me.

“They should never be used for suspension,”
he added.

Lea raised her hand and waited for Mr.
Gallant to call on her. “What is suspension?”

He smiled. “Good question, Ms. Taylor. It is
the act of binding a submissive so that no part of her body touches
the floor.”

Brie trembled inside.
What would that
feel like?

Mr. Gallant continued, “Leather laces are
best used for decorative binding, as they are often thin and can
cut into the skin. Leather also shrinks when wet.”

Rytsar had used leather on Brie during her
fantasy, but he had untied her at different points when he’d known
she would struggle. His experience had made it a safer option. Next
to leather she wrote,
Only with experienced Doms
.

“I would highly discourage the use of
pantyhose and plastic clothesline rope. You want to use items that
will not cut into the skin or be difficult to remove afterwards.”
Next to those, she wrote,
Nope, nope, nope!

“Nylon rope is a good choice because of its
smooth texture and availability, but mountain climbing web is also
an excellent choice and provides the Dom with a variety of colors
to choose from.”

When he clicked to the next picture, Brie
was surprised to see something that looked like duct tape. “One
extremely easy material to use is bondage tape. It does not stick
to the skin and comes in many colors as well. The number of wraps
determines the strength of the bonds. It can be reused but must be
cleaned after each use.”

Brie struggled not to smile as she wrote
down,
Oh, please, yes
!

“A common and suitable restraint is the
leather cuff, which can be attached to chains, special tables,
chairs or spreader bars. It allows for total creativity for the Dom
without worries about safety.”

Brie hesitantly raised her hand. Mr. Gallant
called on her. “Yes, Miss Bennett?”

“What’s a spreader bar?”

He smiled slightly when he answered. “A
spreader bar is a useful piece of equipment that spreads the sub’s
appendages apart for total restraint.”

Brie nodded and wrote next to cuffs and
spreaders,
Could be fun
.

“The last I will talk about today is jute.
It is a natural fiber that is often used in the Japanese art of
Kinbaku.” The picture on the screen showed a naked woman hanging in
the air, suspended by rope tied in intricate knots. “It is a type
of bondage where the rope and the sub become a piece of art,
literally beautiful bondage. It takes both skill and time for a Dom
to become a bakushi, or rope master.”

Brie remembered Mary talking about the weird
way Tono had tied her up, and she suddenly wondered if he was a
bakushi artist. Oh, if he was, Brie desperately wanted to
experience his expertise! Next to jute, she wrote,
Hoping and
dreaming.

“Bondage speaks to the trust a submissive
puts in her Dom and is an exquisite representation of that release
of power in visual form. A Dom is aroused by the knowledge that his
sub cannot physically prevent his desires from playing out…which is
a heady feeling indeed,” Mr. Gallant added with a glint in his eye.
“However, the true allure behind bondage is the freedom the
submissive has to embrace her forbidden desires under the guise of
helplessness.”

His words resonated in Brie’s heart.
Yes!
She wanted to be tied down so she could freely enjoy
those things she hadn’t dared to surrender to before. Butterflies
played in her stomach when Mr. Gallant dismissed the class and told
them to proceed to the practicums.

During her practicum, Brie was asked to join
Master Coen on the stage. She had never had a scene with the
muscular trainer before and was nervous, since she knew he did not
want her in the program.

A large desk had been placed on the stage,
similar in style to a teacher’s desk. Master Coen took off his
shirt, exposing his ripped muscles and tanned chest. Brie instantly
thought of Lea and wondered if she was close to coming. It was
difficult not to laugh, but she managed to keep a straight face as
she stared at the floor.

“Take off your thong and lay your stomach
against the desk. I am going to show you the pleasure of a good
spanking, Miss Bennett.”

Brie couldn’t help noticing his bulging arm
muscles, and swallowed anxiously as she removed her panties.

“You have been a troubled student and must
be properly punished.” His tone was teasing, which eased her nerves
somewhat.

Brie lay on the desk with her cheek pressed
against the cool wood. She felt Master Coen lift her microskirt,
exposing her naked ass. He rubbed it gently without saying a word.
Then he walked around to the front of the desk and opened a drawer.
He pulled out a metal two-foot pole about an inch in diameter with
cuffs attached to either end. He laid it down in front of her.
Next, he pulled out a roll of black tape and put it beside the bar.
Master Coen walked back behind her again and quietly commanded,
“Spread your legs apart.”

Brie had not suspected she would be made to
wear a spreader bar so soon. Her breathing increased as she did his
bidding. He took the bar from the desk and fastened one leather
cuff to her ankle. She was surprised and relieved to feel the cuff
was lined with fur. He adjusted it to fit snugly. He moved her
other foot to the desired distance and attached the second cuff.
Brie could imagine how sexy she must look with six-inch heels, a
naked ass, and a spreader bar between her ankles. She wiggled her
butt, just for fun.

But her stomach did a flip when he stood up.
She was suddenly aware how powerless she felt now that she could no
longer close her legs. What had seemed sexy in her head was proving
to be challenging in real life.

He ran his hands over her round ass cheeks
again, murmuring, “Wayward students must take their punishments
with grace. Do you understand, Miss Bennett?”

“Yes, Master Coen,” Brie answered, her limbs
trembling slightly.

“Put your hands behind your back.”

She crossed her wrists behind the middle of
her back. She felt completely immobilized when he bound them
together with the bondage tape.

“Would you prefer to be gagged?”

“No, Master Coen.”

“Excellent. I do enjoy the verbal sounds
that go along with a proper spanking.” Brie felt weak all over. “As
this is your first time, I will acclimate your body and mind to the
stimulation. You are allowed to cry if you must, but not beg. Until
the spanking is over, the only word you may speak is the safe word.
Nod your head if you understand.”

Brie’s cheek stuck to the desk when she
attempted to nod. She tensed when she felt his hand on her buttocks
again. “You’ve been quite the challenge, Miss Bennett,” he growled,
his voice laced with lust. Instead of hurting her, his hand
caressed the swell of her ass and her inner thighs. It felt nice
and soon she found herself warming up to his caresses.

“Such a spankable ass,” he stated. “I must
heed its call.”

Her whole body stiffened, but the smack he
gave her was light and pleasing. She relaxed slightly and
concentrated on the sensations he was creating. Master Coen
continued to lightly slap her on the ass; first one side then the
other, lower then higher until every square inch of her shapely
butt had been spanked. Without warning, he landed a harder blow.
The sound of it echoed through the auditorium, followed by her
surprised cry.

He caressed the burning area. “Accept your
punishment.” The caressing continued until he slapped her other ass
cheek with the same force. She cried out, but his soothing touch
immediately followed and eased the burn.

“Color?”

“Green, Master Coen.”

“Good. Now I am going to spank you hard four
times. Count them in your head.”

His large hand landed on her ass, taking her
breath away. It was immediately followed by a similar smack on her
other ass cheek, and then another higher up, and the last at the
same level on the original cheek. It burned, but the sting did not
last long because of his gentle caresses.

“Your ass is starting to look properly pink,
Miss Bennett.” His fingers glided down the valley of her buttocks
to her aching pussy. He played with her outer lips and teased her
moist entrance with his fingers. Brie moaned softly and wiggled
against his hand, surprised by how turned on she’d become by his
corporal punishment. He continued to tease her, alternating between
spanking and caressing her bottom—creating anticipation and
longing.

“You have proved a repentant student. A set
of ten, and then I will take you,” he announced. “Are you
ready?”

Brie tensed but nodded obediently. His hand
danced over the curve of her ass, tickling her just before it
spanked her warm skin. She grunted this time, wondering if she
could handle all ten. The next smack landed with equal vigor and a
gasp escaped her lips. By the eighth one, tears were running down
her cheeks unchecked. The last was the hardest and loudest of them
all, but it sent a pleasurable shockwave through her groin.

He stroked her fiery skin, murmuring
quietly, “Nicely done, Miss Bennett. Nicely done.”

Master Coen gently lifted her by the waist
and she put her knees on the desk. He helped Brie to tuck her legs
underneath herself. She felt deliciously helpless with her red
little ass in the air, her legs bound by the spreader bar and her
wrists tied behind her. She heard him unzip his pants and looked
back. Master Coen had a large, veiny cock, just like the rest of
his body. He placed his hands on her warm buttocks and eased
himself inside her. His throbbing shaft filled her to capacity.

The heat from her wet pussy caused him to
groan. “You seem to have enjoyed our little spanking session.” He
caressed and squeezed her still burning ass as he thrust his
sizeable manhood inside her. “Nothing like fucking a beautiful girl
with freshly spanked tush.”

She closed her eyes and ignored the ache of
the bindings as her trainer took her hard. Her restricted movement
made her his play toy, and for some reason that excited her. She
started moaning as the sexual pressure built to an unbearable peak.
His cock was rubbing her in just the right place, but she was
afraid to orgasm without permission.

Brie panted, “May I come, Master Coen?”

“Do you feel a troublemaker deserves to
orgasm?” he growled lustfully.

“If…it…pleases you,” she gasped out.

In answer, he grabbed her thighs and rammed
deep into her hungry depths. “Because you took your punishment
well, Miss Bennett, you may.”

She cried out in pleasure and delicious
release as her pussy clamped down on his cock. Her bindings and
stinging ass were forgotten as she climaxed hard and long. His
orgasm soon followed, creaming her with his essence. He pulled away
slowly, then carefully undid the cuffs on each ankle and unwound
the tape binding her wrists. She felt stiff all over as he helped
her off the desk and turned her to face the panel.

“How would you rate the scene, Miss
Bennett?” Sir asked. His eyes glimmered with excitement, which in
turn thrilled Brie.

“I would give it an eight, Sir.”

“Does that surprise you?” Marquis Gray
asked.

“I suppose it shouldn’t have, Marquis Gray,
given the scene you and I shared with the flogger. But yes, I am
surprised there is something sensual about the combination of being
caressed and spanked.”