Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (32 page)

Brie stood before the panel, woozy but quite
satiated.

Sir asked, “How would you rate the scene,
Miss Bennett?”

She stood there with a huge smile. No words
formed, so she just nodded.

“It was good for you, then?”

She continued to nod slowly.

Marquis Gray asked, “Miss Bennett, why did
you resist the ball gag?”

His question actually caused her to think,
so she struggled out of her pleasant stupor to reply.
“It’s…uncomfortable.”

“But how does a ball gag make you
feel
, Miss Bennett?” he pressed.

“What do you mean, Marquis Gray?” She was
frustrated, knowing he wanted some other answer. “It hurts my jaw,
and I don’t care for all the drooling.”

She noticed him frown, although the
expression did not reach down to his mouth. He wrote something in
his notes, and it made Brie squirm to see it. She seemed to be
missing something vital.

****

Brie came face-to-face with her boundary the
next day—Marquis Gray made sure of that. A bare-chested Dom came
onto the stage, dressed only in black leather pants. “Bow at my
feet, slut.”

Brie’s eyes narrowed. She hesitated; no one
had called her a slut before and it rubbed her the wrong way.

“Now,” he commanded.

She knelt down at his feet reluctantly. When
a table was set beside her, Brie stealthily peeked. What she saw
made her skin crawl. There was a butt plug with a pig’s tail, a
ball gag, collar and leash, and a violet wand.

“Undress and present yourself to me.”

As she undressed, Brie looked out to the
seats. Mary was sitting on the edge of her chair, obviously aroused
by the scenario about to play out. It made sense—Mary enjoyed this
kind of scene. Brie took a deep breath and got on all fours,
presenting herself sexually to her Dom.

“What a nasty cunt you are,” he snarled
lustfully, slapping her on the ass. “You know what I do with dirty
sluts like you?” He fisted her hair and pulled back her head
sharply so that she was forced to look at him. “I treat them like
the dirty pig sluts they are.” He let her go and walked over to the
table. He picked up the collar first.

“Come here, little piggy.”

When she started to stand, he commanded, “On
all fours, like the horny pig you are.”

Brie tried to crawl on the floor towards him
seductively, but she wasn’t feeling it—not in the least. The Dom
fastened the heavy leather collar over Sir’s. It felt
so
wrong. Then he attached the leash and yanked on it. “Come.”

He led her around the stage. Brie kept her
eyes cast downward, struggling to please him as she crawled like an
animal. He was not satisfied and remarked, “I think I know what the
problem is. You don’t feel like a slutty little pig yet.” He lubed
the butt plug with the curly pig’s tail, and then picked up the
gag.

Brie imagined herself down on all fours with
the hated ball gag in her mouth, saliva dripping from her lips,
while her Dom called out, “piggy, piggy” as he shoved that horrible
pig’s tail plug into her ass. It was too much and she began shaking
her head violently.

My Master wants this…
She almost
convinced herself, but the moment he touched her ass with the plug,
something snapped inside her. She screamed at the top of her lungs,
“Red, red, red!”

The Dom immediately took the toy away. She
scrambled to her feet and faced the panel. Another failure, but
Brie had
had
to end the scene—being treated like a pig would
have crushed her. She removed the unwanted collar and let it drop
to the stage floor.

Marquis Gray was the first to address her.
“Why was this difficult for you, Miss Bennett?”

“I couldn’t let him to do that to me.”

“How would the butt plug have hurt you?
You’ve taken them before.”

“I…” She shook her head as she fought for
the right words to express her disdain. “That thing is vile.” She
looked at Marquis Gray, struggling against the emotions boiling
inside her. “It made me feel…
bad
.”

“Similar to the ball gag?” he asked.

She nodded her head.

“And relieving yourself in front of Rytsar
Donkova?”

Brie shook her head at first, but then
realized he was right. “Not to the same degree, but yes.”

Sir cleared his throat. She looked at him
sadly, hoping he understood.

“In one word, how did those things make you
feel, Miss Bennett?”

She felt the tears coming and whispered,
“Humiliated…”

“Yes.”

Brie looked at Sir through watery eyes. “Is
it something required of a sub, Sir?”

His expression softened. “No, Miss Bennett.
However, it is vital that you tell your Doms it is a trigger for
you.”

She nodded and felt a surge of relief when
he smiled reassuringly. “This was an important lesson for you. Take
time to process it. Some submissives find there is considerable
freedom in acting out scenes of humiliation. Others need to feel
treasured and cannot find comfort in such an experience. The
decision is yours.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She turned back to Marquis
Gray. “Thank you, Marquis.”

The ghostly trainer nodded his head. “Miss
Bennett, I plan to help you with another hurdle tomorrow. Are you
prepared for a real challenge?”

His intense stare sent a shiver of unease
and excitement through her. “Yes, Master.”

A hint of a smile played across his eyes and
lips at her use of that title.

She bowed to the panel and left the stage,
humbled by the encounter. There was no feeling of contentment that
normally followed a scene, and she felt some sympathy for the Dom
as he walked off the stage with his collection of ‘toys’. However,
Brie was grateful for the experience. Just as Sir had promised, she
was discovering fears and desires she had never known existed.

Marquis Expands Her Power

Brie had only experienced one session with
Marquis Gray. His lesson had been the most challenging for her
because of his expertise—whipping. She shivered under her covers
when she woke up the next morning, curious about how he would test
her this session. The last time he had used a flogger. What would
tonight bring?

Unfortunately, Brie was late to the Training
Center because her coworker, Jeff, had shown up a half-hour late to
the tobacco shop. She had been the only employee working that day,
so she’d been forced to wait. She made up time by throwing on her
uniform and driving way too fast, but she would still be fifteen
minutes late to her first class. It made Brie ill to think of
entering Mr. Gallant’s classroom after his lesson had started.

She ran as fast as she could in her six-inch
heels and was relieved that Blue Eyes was still at the door, ready
to hold it open for her. He gave her a wink. “You made it.”

“Thanks,” she replied, panting heavily as
she rushed through the door.

He called after her, “You might want to
check those hose.”

Brie looked down and saw that the seam was
twisted around her leg. She groaned, but made a detour to the
bathroom to remedy the problem. She took off her shoes and adjusted
the hose, making sure the seam made a tantalizing trail up her leg.
Then she checked the mirror and smoothed out her hair. She took
several deep calming breaths and smiled.
Yes, I am late, but
there is no reason to enter class like a raving lunatic.

With forced ease, she glided into Mr.
Gallant’s class and sat down. He looked up at her with a scowl but
did not interrupt his lesson. “…other themes using bondage are
interrogations, rape fantasies and sexual torture. Depending on the
individuals, these can be fairly tame to quite intense. Remember to
establish a nonverbal safety gesture if gags are to be used.
Nothing is worse for a Dom than to discover he has gone past his
sub’s level of endurance
after
the session has ended. Trust
me, it is hard on both parties and should be avoided at all
costs.”

Brie’s mind drifted in and out of his lesson
as she worried what he was going to say to her afterwards. “Miss
Bennett?”

She snapped her head up and stammered, “Yes,
Mr. Gallant.”

He repeated the question, obviously annoyed.
“For your next auction, you must decide if you want your fantasy
fulfilled or your Dom’s.”

That was easy. After her session with Boa,
she’d felt she
had
lived out her fantasy. What she truly
desired was to live out Tono’s. Brie knew she was taking a risk
that he might not win her, but she was confident in her decision.
“I will fulfill my Dom’s, Mr. Gallant.”

“Fine.” He turned away abruptly, and asked
Mary the same question. Brie didn’t like having Mr. Gallant unhappy
with her. She understood the importance of being punctual, but
surely he realized she had responsibilities outside this Center.
Would he understand or would she be punished? She gave a nervous
sigh when he dismissed the class and called her name.

“Miss Bennett, I need to speak with
you.”

Lea gave her a sympathetic look as she
walked past. Even though the man was tiny in stature, he had the
commanding authority of a true Dominant. It was torture displeasing
him.

“You know being late is considered a sign of
disrespect.”

Brie couldn’t even look him in the eye. “I
know, Mr. Gallant. And I
do
respect you tremendously.”

“Look at me and tell me why you were late
today.”

Words spewed from her mouth in a torrent.
“It was all that damn Jeff’s fault! That lazy ass never does his
job and is always late to work. Normally it isn’t a problem for me,
but my boss wasn’t there today. I was the only one in the shop. You
have to understand that I
had
to wait for the bastard
because I couldn’t leave the shop unattended. Mr. Gallant, I would
never be late if I could help it.”

She was surprised by the severe look her
gave her. “I can appreciate your predicament, but I must say I am
offended by your words. I should never hear curse words come from
your lips unless I ask for them, and you should
not
belittle
others as a sub. It would have sufficed to say, ‘Mr. Gallant, my
coworker was late, and I was the only one in the shop today.’”

Brie burned with shame. “Yes, that sounds
much better.”

“I want you to speak to your boss and
explain that your coworker made you late to a previous engagement.
You cannot control your coworker, but you can inform your boss of
the problem and hope it prevents such occurrences in the
future.”

She breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Thank
you, Mr. Gallant. I was afraid you would punish me for being
late.”

“Miss Bennett, we do not practice random
punishments at this school. You can always expect fair treatment if
you are open and honest.”

She was so thankful that she blurted, “I
just want to hug you right now!”

He replied sternly, “That would be
inappropriate.” Brie thought she saw just the slightest glimmer in
his eye. She genuinely liked her teacher, and wondered again what
it would be like to be under his control as his submissive. “That
is all. You may join the others.”

With the utmost respect, she bowed to him.
“Thank you, Teacher.”

She was smiling to herself when she left the
classroom. Brie really loved this school because she felt respected
as an individual. Best of all, she was learning to better herself
and knew it would have a positive influence on her life outside
these walls.

She walked to their regular classroom but
found no one there. She hurried down the hall towards the
auditorium, but was stopped by an assistant. “Your practicum has
been moved to room nine.”

Brie thanked him and wasted no time making
her way to the new classroom. It sucked that she was going to be
late to another session. She stopped herself and took a couple of
deep breaths before opening the door and entering. What she saw
caused her stomach to roll. The room was wall-to-wall mirrors
except for the wall opposite the door, which was covered in
different punishment tools, including whips, paddles and
harsh-looking metal devices.

As disconcerting as that was, however, the
sight of Marquis Gray standing next to a bench, waiting for her
with a cane in his hand, made her stop in her tracks.

“Miss Bennett, join Marquis Gray,” Sir said
smoothly.

Marquis Gray motioned with his hand. “Come
to me, pearl. We will confront your fear of the cane together.”

She gazed into his dark eyes, drawn in by
his confidence despite her misgivings. “Yes, Master.”

A genuine smile spread across his face. “I
appreciate your trust, pearl. I know you will find this
rewarding.”

The bench reminded her of a workout bench in
that it was long and thin. The only real difference was that it was
taller and had leather cuffs attached.

“I shall undress you, but you must hold this
in your mouth while I do.” He placed the thin stick between her
teeth. “This is your rattan, pearl. I bought it especially for you.
It will be our instrument of pleasure tonight,” he growled in a
low, sensual tone.

She clamped down on it as Marquis Gray
slowly undressed her, lightly caressing her skin as he did so. The
fear mounting inside her only added to the sensual feel of his
undressing. “Remember to breathe normally,” he reminded her when he
noticed Brie gasping in short, shallow breaths. She nodded and took
a deeper breath.

He asked her to bend over and hold on to the
bench while he secured her wrists in cuffs. “This is the classic
English position. You need to keep your back straight throughout
the session,” he said as he repositioned her. “Spread those legs
farther. I want your pussy open and visible.” He stepped back and
took a long look before returning to her. “You are not allowed to
move from this position.”