Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (33 page)

A shiver traveled through her whole body
when Marquis Gray took the rod from her mouth and asked, “Are you
ready, pearl?”

She only hesitated for a second. The truth
was, she wanted to know how it would feel under Marquis’ expert
hand, and if she would be able to take it. “Yes, Master.”

“No matter how tempted you are to move, you
must remain still,” he warned her. “Trust me to create the
sensations I desire, even if your body initially wants to resist
it.”

“I will try, Master.”

“No! You will
not
move,” he
insisted.

Properly chastised, she replied, “Yes,
Master.”

He leaned over and told her confidently,
“When I’ve finished with you tonight, you will know without
question whether your fear of the cane was unfounded. Whatever the
outcome, I guarantee you will have greater insight into your real
desires.”

Brie’s loins tightened in anticipation when
he stepped away. She immediately looked at their reflection in the
mirror and saw him take a stance behind her with his knees slightly
bent. He pulled his arm back for the first swing.

She swallowed hard and inadvertently closed
her eyes as she readied herself for the first contact, but it did
not come. She sneaked a peek and saw that he had turned towards the
other girls. “As with flogging, you do not want a novice using you
for practice. A Dom must research and practice for many hours
before he ever touches another person with a cane.”

Brie wondered if he was playing with her by
delaying the first swing. If so, it was wickedly cruel. He caressed
her ass with the rod as he continued to speak. “Also, I suggest
asking your Dom if he has ever been caned. My personal opinion is
that you cannot know the sensations you are creating unless you
have experienced them yourself.” He gently rapped her bottom,
teasing her with the instrument. “A Dom opposed to such an
education exposes his lack of wisdom.”

He continued to caress and tap Brie’s round
buttocks as he spoke. “I don’t recommend caning as punishment. It
is far too effective as a sexual tool to relegate it to a lowly
reprimand implement.” He ran the cane up and down her thighs before
striking her on the ass. “Do you see how wet it makes her?”

Brie flushed, embarrassed that her body was
giving her away. She didn’t want Mary and Lea to know how excited
she was. This wasn’t even something she’d wanted. The idea of
caning had always frightened her, and yet here she was, willingly
bent over and ready to receive her first session with the cane.

“First, I will warm up your sweet little
ass, pearl. This will feel pleasing.” She watched in the mirror as
he stroked her with a circular motion. The cane bounced lightly off
her buttocks with a soft thud. It was totally pleasant, even
relaxing. He alternated it with a gentle rapping. When her skin was
pleasantly warm, he asked, “Color?”

“Green, Master.”

He asked the other students, “Why do I warm
up before I begin?”

Lea raised her hand. She licked her lips
before answering Marquis, clearly turned on by Brie’s imminent
caning. “The cane is less likely to do damage if the skin is
prepared.”

“Very good.” He turned his attention back on
Brie. “Pearl, it is time to increase your pleasure.” He swung the
cane and it landed squarely on both buttocks at once. She cried
out. The sting was intense and brought tears to her eyes, but
quickly dissipated outward from deep within her body.

“Color?”

“Yellow,” she gasped.

“Don’t become rigid, pearl.” He patted her
ass cheeks lightly. “Relax and let the cane vibrate through you.
Don’t stop it by tensing your muscles and it will feel better.”

Brie turned her head to watch in the mirror.
He took another swing, and she witnessed the strike as she felt it.
Her ass jiggled alluringly upon impact and she let out another
yelp. The sting gripped her groin like a vice and then the heat
dissipated through her whole body. This time she moaned afterwards.
Although the sting took her breath away, the feeling it created
after was delicious.

“Color, pearl.”

“Yell…green.”

He caressed her pink ass and proclaimed,
“Now you will take five strokes. Don’t move or I will not hit where
I intend.”

She bit her lip, wondering if she could
survive five in a row.

Raising the cane a bit higher, he gave
quick, moderate strokes. The small room was filled with the
slapping sounds of impact. Each stroke was slightly higher than the
last so that he never hit the same area twice. The release was much
more intense after five rapid strokes, and Brie whimpered,
shuddering at the lusty fire bursting inside her.

“You took that well, pearl. Now we will do
it from the other side.”

When he moved to the left side and raised
the cane, she cried out, “Not yet!”

“Five more.” With rapid movements, he struck
her five times, covering the areas in between her first marks. She
begged him to stop just before the last stroke. He didn’t hesitate,
giving the last one with the same force. This time, he left the
cane pressed against her skin. It made the sting linger, but the
engulfing tidal wave of heat that burst from inside caused her
knees to buckle and her pussy to pulse.

“You are close, aren’t you?” Marquis Gray
growled.

Brie nodded, afraid he would cane her again
but desperately wanting the burst of fire to send her over the
edge.

“I will not deny you the pleasure this time.
I want your body to remember and drip in anticipation whenever you
see the cane.” Brie moaned in response, expecting a final stroke.
Instead, he placed the cane against her lips. “Hold this, pearl.”
She opened her mouth and held her cane, while he unbuckled her
wrists.

He moved her over to the wooden Saint
Andrew’s cross. The large X-shaped frame sported metal cuffs. He
quickly bound her facing towards him. Her buttocks rested against
the wood, aching from the contact. Brie’s arms and legs were bound
far apart, fully exposing her body to his desire.

“This time I want you to close your eyes.
You won’t know where the strike is coming from because I want you
to focus on the sensation it evokes.” He took the cane from her
mouth and asked, “Color?”

“Green, Master.”

“Close your eyes then, my courageous pearl.”
As soon as she did, he began lightly caressing her breasts with the
cane. He moved lower and caressed her hips before turning his
attention to her inner thighs. He slid the tip of the cane between
her moist lips and gently stroked her clit. Brie gasped, her inner
muscles contracting from the contact. She was so close she was on
the verge of exploding.

She felt him step back, and she tensed
again. “No, pearl, relax. Breathe out.”

As soon as she let the breath out, she felt
a quick tap on the top of her right nipple. The vibration shot down
to her groin. Her body began pulsating again. When he tapped the
left one, it started a whole chain reaction. Her body shook as the
massive orgasm took over. She did not hold back her voice, and let
out a cry of passion.

When the last contraction ebbed, she felt a
rap just above her clit. She whimpered in pleasure as a smaller
orgasm washed over her. Before it had ended, Marquis’ lips were on
hers. He pressed his body against her and she felt his rigid cock
straining in his pants. She opened her eyes and looked into his
dark, lust-filled gaze.

“Now it is your turn to please me.”

“Yes, Master,” she panted, longing to share
her pleasure with him.

He pressed his shaft against her as he undid
the metal cuffs. Once she was free, he lifted her up and carried
her back to the bench, then told her to lean against it, facing
away from him. He spread her legs apart. She’d expected he would
plow right in, but he bent down and lightly kissed her smarting
ass. “So beautiful when it’s red like this. A testament to your
level of trust, pearl.”

He removed his clothes and stood behind her.
In the mirror, she could see his ghostly white skin. Marquis Gray
had a thin frame, although his shoulder and chest muscles were
defined. What stood out was the dark pubic hair that framed his
unusual cock. His shaft was long and curved upwards.

She felt butterflies when he moved between
her legs. Brie trembled as he slowly penetrated her moist depths
with his unusual shaft. His deep sigh sent a wave of electrical
current through her. They were both still riding the high of the
scene, and it added to their level of connection now. His curved
shaft repeatedly stroked the roof of her vagina, making it
impossible for her to think.

He pulled away and brought back a leather
strap, placing it under her belly and then gathering it in his
hands. He parted her moist pussy lips and entered her again, and
both of them groaned in satisfaction. Marquis Gray lifted her waist
using the strap, causing a delightful pressure in her groin as he
thrust. It added a completely new level of pleasure. “Too good…”
she whimpered.

He leaned towards her, pushing himself in
deep. “I’m going to come now. Feel the strength of my climax,
pearl. It is for you.” He pulled on the leather strap as he gave
her long, deep strokes. They were unhurried, giving her the chance
to appreciate all of the sensuous feelings his cock was
generating.

A deep groan rumbled from his throat and she
felt his manhood pulse powerfully inside her. It triggered a third
wave of heat and her body came around his shaft, bathing him with
her juices.

When he pulled out, he commanded that she
turn around to face him. She looked up with glazed eyes, still
enjoying the incredible high. “Hold onto me,” he ordered. Marquis
Gray held out his arm, and she grabbed onto it. He led her to a
small door in a corner of the room. An assistant was already there,
holding it open.

Marquis Gray guided her through it. The tiny
room reminded her of the one in the auditorium. It had a small bed
and a table with several candles already lit. When the assistant
shut the door and left, they were suddenly shrouded in darkness
except for the warm light of the flames.

They lay on the bed together, the same as
they had the last time. He spooned against her, pulling Brie
against his naked body. He didn’t speak. It left her free to be
hypnotized by the candle flames as they danced on the wicks. Soon,
however, she began shivering.

“You did well today,” he said, nuzzling her
ear.

She snuggled deeper into him, her ass
burning from the contact. “You are a master of the cane, Marquis
Gray.”

“I knew you would enjoy it, pearl. I have
been waiting patiently to show you.”

She turned her head towards him. “How could
you know I would like it when I stated from the beginning that it
frightened me?”

His fingers caressed her cheek. “Your desire
called to me.”

Another shiver racked her body, but she
wasn’t sure if it was solely due to coming down from the natural
high. She rolled over so that she was facing him. Brie traced the
outline of his thin lips. Marquis Gray had always been so
intimidating and fearsome, but there was so much more to the man.
“How did you know I struggled with humiliation? You knew it early
on and warned me.”

“You have a strong spirit. I am not
surprised that humiliation is not arousing for you. However, I must
ask. Would you want a Dom who will never humiliate you, or would
you prefer a man who will challenge you in that area from time to
time? Some women find that realization of being nothing acutely
liberating.”

Brie put her hand on his slim but defined
chest. She caressed his smooth muscles absently as she struggled
with the question. Finally, she knew her answer and looked into
those cavernous eyes of his. “I would want the man who would
challenge me to grow.”

A smile played on his lips. “I suspected as
much.” He pulled her to him and said no more.

They lay together in the dark until her
trembling ceased. Before they left the sanctuary of the room, he
lifted her chin. “You no longer have fear of the cane, pearl. You
are free.”

That knowledge made Brie feel powerful. She
grew determined then that fear of the unknown would no longer
control her. She whispered, “Thank you, Master,” as she returned
his long, lingering kiss.

Auction: The Art of Kinbaku

As Brie readied herself for the auction, she
kept staring at the wax mold Tono had made for her. She’d purchased
a shadow box and now had the artistic piece hanging in her bedroom.
The fact that he could turn such simple strokes into a beautiful
flower had truly impressed her.

She was confident he would be the winning
Dom for this auction so she took extra time with her makeup, giving
it a more Asian flair. “I’m all yours, Tono…” she announced,
grabbing her purse and heading out of her apartment door.

When Brie got to the school, she immediately
noticed there was something wrong with Mary. Lea was trying to put
her arm around Mary’s shoulders, but Mary shook her off. It seemed
Blonde Nemesis was back, as she escaped to the other side of the
room.

“What’s up with her?” Brie asked
quietly.

“Her period came a little early.”

Brie looked at her with profound sympathy.
How awful to start on Auction Day.
“What’s going to
happen?”

“Ms. Clark said it isn’t a problem, but
they’ll announce it when they introduce her on stage.”

“Damn… That’s so embarrassing.”

“Yeah.”

Brie went to the array of snack foods that
had been set up for them and grabbed a piece of chocolate. She
walked over to Mary and watched her body stiffen as she approached.
“Hey.”

Mary glared at her.

“I bring a peace offering,” Brie said,
holding out the chocolate treat.