Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (30 page)

Ms. Clark followed up with her own question.
“What is your opinion of the spreader bar?”

“It’s a scary piece of equipment because it
makes me feel so helpless,” Brie answered. She glanced at Master
Coen and then remarked with a shy grin, “I guess that’s also part
of its charm.”

Her female trainer actually
smiled
at
her. “You handled the scene well. Of course, Master Coen did take
it easy on you. Still, it was pleasant to watch.”

“Thank you, Ms. Clark,” Brie answered,
trying to hide her surprise. It was a pleasant shock not to be on
the woman’s bad side, for once.

At the end of the night, Sir explained that
the week ahead would not only include a variety of bondage
scenarios, but that each girl was going to be stretched and
challenged in areas previously uncharted. He looked directly at
Brie, adding, “We expect you to use your safe word when the need
arises this week, for we will be focusing on finding the edge of
your limits, here in the safety of the Center.”

Brie returned Sir’s unwavering gaze, trying
to appear far braver than she felt.

Fire and Ice

Brie was nervous the next day when she
pulled up to the school. Sir had pretty much warned her that she
was going to be using her safe word, which meant something
difficult would be ahead. The only thing that made it bearable was
knowing that the trainers wanted to help her to grow fully as a
submissive, and would not allow anything harmful to happen.

She actually smiled when she saw Blue Eyes
at the door. She was growing accustomed to their daily
interactions, grateful that they only required a nod of her head.
He swung the door open and let her pass. “You’re looking especially
fine tonight.”

She blanched a little. That was not his
normal greeting. She pulled the belt tighter around her coat and
continued on as if she hadn’t heard him.
Why did he have to ruin
it by saying something new?
Brie sneaked a glance back,
wondering what he was up to, but all his attention was focused on a
group of chatty girls who were walking through the door.

Brie shook it off and hurried to class.

Mr. Gallant gave the girls time to write
another fantasy in their journals. She opened the luxurious book
with glee. The words she wrote on the gold-lined pages now had a
chance of becoming reality. She shivered in excitement as she
penned another favorite fantasy:

I was taken from my parents at the age of
twelve to live in the temple. A group of men came to our village
and lined the girls up side by side. They looked us over carefully,
from the top of our heads to the bottom of our feet, only accepting
those they deemed perfect. The girls who passed the inspection were
taken to the temple on the mountain to live in isolation, cared for
by eunuchs until they were called to serve. It was an honor to be
chosen and my parents were proud—as was I.

I was to be a sexual sacrifice to our sun
god, Ryca. I would help our people remain under his protection and
in his favor.

Six years later, the seven of us who were of
age were paraded before the leaders. They did another thorough
inspection, including an examination to determine our virginity. I
burned with shame as they pulled my lower lips apart and touched
the small opening of my womanhood. Apparently, they were satisfied
with my purity and I was taken to a special area to be bathed and
prepared. Unfortunately, one of the other girls was sent back to
her village in a cloud of disgrace.

****

I am dressed in a simple white gown of the
finest cloth, my hair left free-flowing except for the symbolic
gold headband that marks me as a sacrifice. I notice my band has a
ruby in the center. It signifies that I have been chosen for the
head priest, the highest honor. I am to be the first to be
‘sacrificed’.

I am escorted through the throngs of
villagers from distant communities who have gathered to be a part
of the sacred ceremony. Naturally, only men are allowed to witness
the holy ritual.

I see that the high priest wears an
elaborate headdress that makes him look like Ryca. The headdress is
shiny gold, like the sun, and the engraved rays shoot out from the
center. I am in awe of his beauty. Then I notice his robes are
open, revealing his nakedness underneath. For the first time, I see
the instrument of my deflowering and I freeze. His manhood is
darker than the rest of his body, and large, like a fifth
appendage. My joy at being chosen is now replaced with
apprehension. I cannot move, so the two men escorting me take my
arms and guide me towards the altar.

Once beside it, they turn me towards the
crowd and the men begin to chant. It is a solemn song that
beseeches Ryca to accept the sacrifice as a token of faith from his
people. At the end of the chant, the escorts disrobe me and I stand
naked before the assembly. Their eyes are upon me, taking in every
inch of my body without shame. I read hunger in their eyes, and it
makes me quiver.

I am the sacrifice.

The priest speaks behind me in a voice that
booms over the crowd. “Bring her to me!” The escorts easily lift me
off the ground and carry me to the stone altar. They lay me down,
adjusting my position and combing out my hair so that I am
perfectly displayed for our god.

The priest stands at the foot of the altar
and shrugs off his robes. He is completely naked. I see his broad
chest free of hair and his tanned skin glistening in the sun. He
truly is the sun god, Ryca, to me.

Ryca climbs onto the altar. The two escorts
each simultaneously take my legs and lift them into the air so the
crowd can act as witnesses. His large hand strokes my stomach and
then rests on my mound. “Are you a willing sacrifice?”

“
Yes,” I answer clearly. Although I am
nervous, I have been groomed for this. I do not question my
duty.

“
Good,” he grunts. He settles himself
between my legs and takes his great shaft in his hand to position
it against my virginal hole. I feel the warm head of his member
pressing hard. He is far too large, but it does not deter him as he
pushes with more force against the flesh that valiantly protects my
virginity. “I want blood, Sacrifice.”

I begin to…

“Hand in your books,” Mr. Gallant
instructed.

Brie sighed in frustration. Once again, she
had spent so much time setting up the fantasy that she’d left no
time for the good stuff. She raised her hand and waited to be
called on. “Mr. Gallant, may I take my book home to finish?”

“I’m sorry—until the end of the course your
book remains here. What is the problem?”

“I barely started detailing what happens
when he takes me.”

Mr. Gallant cleared his throat with an
amused expression. “I am sure if a Dom is given the fantasy he will
be able to navigate that part. But to be fair to you, I will read
over it and hand it back during your break to complete if I deem it
necessary.”

Their first practicum of the night involved
playing with some of the different bondage devices Mr. Gallant had
mentioned in class, so that they could decide for themselves which
ones they personally enjoyed. Instead of Doms, the girls were
allowed to experiment with each other under the watchful eyes of
their four trainers.

For the first time during their training,
Brie heard Mary laugh uncontrollably as she zapped Lea with a
violet wand. Lea twisted and squirmed under the electrical
stimulation, but begged for more. The sound of Mary’s laughter
caused Brie to pause for a moment. The woman had been through so
much in her life, and yet…she still had a little girl inside who
had not been crushed. Mary had
had
to build walls to protect
herself but, in this environment, those walls were slowly coming
down.

During the break, a messenger gave Brie a
note from Mr. Gallant. “
There is no need for you to write
further. Enjoy the evening.”

Brie was a tad disappointed, but trusted Mr.
Gallant’s assessment. Just like with Rytsar, the winning Dom would
have to improvise with Brie’s fantasy. Maybe Doms liked it when
that happened. If the roles were reversed, Brie would certainly
enjoy having creative license over her sub.

She was in for a wonderful surprise when
Tono joined her on stage for the second practicum. The intoxicating
Dom, with those long dark bangs covering his sexy chocolate eyes,
smiled at her. She quickly looked down at her feet, not wanting to
hear Ms. Clark’s reprimand. Brie could not quite hide her smile,
though.

Tono saved her from her unwilling obedience
by lifting her chin and kissing her. “Toriko, it has been far too
long.” He whispered in her ear, “I plan to bind you tonight and
have my way with your body.” She melted at his words, but stood
quietly, waiting for his command.

He surprised Brie by moving behind her and
wrapping his arms around her front. Then he began untying her
corset ever so slowly while he breathed down her neck. She leaned
her head back against his shoulder.

The corset slid off effortlessly. Then she
felt his hands move to the waistband of her skirt, slide underneath
and stroke her pussy through the material of her thong. He
proceeded to unzip the little skirt and let it drop to the floor.
He kissed his way down her back and removed her panties with his
teeth. She stepped out of them, holding her breath in joyful
anticipation.

Tono ran his hands up her inner thighs,
lightly brushing her hairless mound before standing up and
caressing her shoulders. “Do you trust me to bind you?”

“Yes, Tono,” she answered without
reservation.

“Before we start, I want you to present
yourself to me.”

Brie instantly knelt down and arched her
back, pressed her chest forward, with her head down and her legs
spread far apart, just as he had instructed her.

“I see you still remember my preference.
That is good, toriko.” His hand moved over the curve of her ass.
“It’s as beautiful as I remember. You may stand now.”

Tono took off his shirt, showing off his
trim, muscular body. He was strikingly beautiful—in a manly way.
Just seeing him bare-chested left Brie panting for more. He led her
to a table covered in plastic that had been brought on stage while
he’d been undressing her.

He commanded her to lie down on her back and
stroked the undersides of her arms as he pulled them over her head.
He secured them with nylon rope and tied her to the table. His
hands then trailed down the swells of her body until he came to her
ankle. He moved it into position and wrapped the rope around it
several times, securing it tightly. Tono smiled at her as he took
her last appendage and tied it to the table as well.

He glanced between her legs and commented,
“I see the call of the rope excites you.”

Brie nodded, not embarrassed that he knew
how turned on she was. However, it was not just the rope that was
making her hot. Tono’s proximity had that effect on her.

His hands were on her again, rubbing over
her stomach, her chest and between her thighs. “Tonight, I am going
to turn you into art with wax.”

She fidgeted nervously. “Will the hot wax
hurt?”

“You tell me,” he answered with a
mischievous grin.

An assistant came out with a tray of burning
candles in small jars and a large silver bowl. Her heart started
racing when Tono picked up one of the candles.

“Close your eyes,” he instructed. She
obediently closed them and then heard his masculine voice next to
her ear. “Enjoy.”

She jumped when the hot wax made contact
with her bellybutton and pooled there. Tono spread the wax out with
his finger and then added more. Brie purred. The hot wax combined
with his touch felt deliciously sensual…

“Open your eyes, little slave.” She looked
into his chocolate orbs and sighed in contentment. “I am going to
cover your entire torso in wax. Lie still and let the sensations
carry you.”

He turned to the other girls before he
began. “Not just any candle wax will do. You need one that melts at
a low temperature, or you will suffer burns.”

When Tono turned back to her, Brie smiled up
at him. She did not jump when he poured more of the hot liquid on
her stomach and it dripped down her side. The temperature reminded
her of a hot, steamy shower. It was the kind of heat that was
almost
too
hot, but dangerously addictive.

Her body eagerly anticipated the hot wax,
but Tono surprised her. It appeared that he was going to pour more
wax over her chest, but he dragged a piece of ice under the swell
of her breast with his other hand. She cried out at the unexpected
temperature difference.

He chuckled softly as he poured the hot
liquid on her nipple. She moaned, enjoying the contrasting
sensations and the ticklish feeling as the wax dribbled onto the
table. It was like an erotic massage, but he kept her on her toes
because he continually teased her with the cool ice.

When he’d finished covering her body in a
thick layer of white wax, he took a paintbrush and began creating a
simple design in black. She watched in fascination as he turned a
few basic strokes into the outline of an exquisite orchid.

Tono put the paintbrush down and told her to
close her eyes for a second. She nearly jumped out of her skin when
he placed an ice cube on her burning clit. “First the ice, and then
the fire…” He poured the hot wax on her now freezing pussy. She
whimpered as the fiery liquid covered her clit and dripped slowly
down her folds. “Such a nice contrast. Isn’t it?” he murmured.

Brie opened her eyes to answer her handsome
Dom. “It’s delicious.”

He snapped his fingers and the assistant
returned to remove the candles and ice.