Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (42 page)

Brie was confused. Normally the name of the
Dom was announced, but even that was being hidden from her. For a
brief second, she thought someone she cared for had won her bid,
but the minute the Dom touched her arm Brie’s hopes were dashed.
She didn’t recognize his touch or his scent, which was a deep musk.
As he led her off the stage, she was more curious than ever as to
why he had gone to all this trouble to conceal himself.

She waited patiently, listening as Mary was
won by a Master named Regal and Lea went to a man named Sire Luke.
When Sir ended the auction, her Dom led her down the hallway. Brie
walked beside her mystery Dom, wondering at his silence.

He guided her into a room and she heard the
door shut behind her. Brie sensed that she was alone. She stood
there with butterflies in her stomach, excited by the intrigue. She
was enjoying this game her Dom was playing. “Master?” she
whispered, to double-check that she was indeed alone.

When no one answered, she slowly untied the
blindfold, assuming that it was allowed because she hadn’t been
given a command otherwise. Before her was a black dress laid out on
a table, along with a sexy garter belt and pair of hose, a pair of
classy high heels and a single rose. There was also a card that
read, ‘Open Me’.

Brie picked it up and eagerly read her
instructions:
Dress, put the flower in your hair, and get into
the cab waiting for you. Enter the establishment and wait for me at
the bar.

She put the card down and immediately began
to follow her mystery Dom’s commands. The dress was a short lace
number that perfectly matched the silk hose and black garter belt,
but she noticed there were no panties included. She strapped on her
high heels, broke the stem of the rose and tucked the flower behind
her ear.

Brie left the room and walked down the empty
hallway. It seemed strange to be going to an unknown destination to
meet a Dom she hadn’t seen. She walked up to the cab and got in,
smoothing her dress several times in her excitement. What a
charming way to start Auction Day!

She tried to give the cabbie a tip when he
pulled up to the swanky hotel, but he assured her it had already
been taken care of. She thanked him, then entered the hotel and
made her way to the bar. Brie looked around, but only saw a group
of older men watching sports on the screen at the bar. She walked
to the other end and sat down on a stool to wait. The bartender
came up and asked, “Miss Bennett?”

“Yes…” she answered in surprise.

He slid a small box over to her. “This is
for you, as well as this drink.” He placed a gin martini in front
of her and left her alone.

Brie opened the box and found a silver chain
inside. Underneath was another note.
Put this bracelet on,
knowing that it signifies your acceptance of the chain that binds
you to me.

She bit her lip in anticipation as she
opened the clasp and put the chain around her wrist. Then she took
a sip of the slightly dirty martini—it was perfection. She sighed
nervously and looked around, wondering when he would show.

Ten minutes later, a man with deliciously
long, black hair came up to her. He looked her over approvingly and
gave her a wink. “The flower is a nice touch.”

Brie hadn’t expected her Dom to look like a
rock star. She was unsure what to call him since his name had not
been stated at the auction, so she fingered the rose lightly and
said, “It
is
beautiful, thank you.”

He smiled and ordered her another drink when
she finished. “This isn’t my normal mode of operation,” he
explained.

She had to assume that this was his first
auction, which explained the odd way it had been handled. “Then I
am honored.” She looked at him curiously and asked, “What should I
call you?”

He broke out in an all-out grin. “Raven will
suffice. You ready to blow this joint?”

She smiled shyly. “If it pleases you,
Raven.”

“Don’t bother finishing that drink.” He
stood up and gestured towards the door.

Brie picked up her purse and was about to
get off the stool when she felt a firm hand on her shoulder.
“Remain seated.”

Brie trembled at the sound of his voice.

Raven immediately responded, “Hey, look,
buddy. You get your hands off the girl. She’s coming with me.”

The voice behind her answered, “No, she is
not. Ask her.”

Raven squared his jaw angrily and told Brie,
“Give me the word and I’ll be happy to deck this guy.”

Brie quickly realized her mistake and
stammered, “I’m sorry, Raven…” She formulated a viable excuse in
her head to explain her mistake. “You see, this man is my blind
date.”

“The freak is your date?” Raven asked
incredulously.

A shiver went down Brie’s spine as she
wondered just whom it was who held her so firmly. “It would be best
if you leave now,” she answered.

The voice behind her stated, “I concur. Your
presence is not welcome. Please leave.”

Raven cocked his head at Brie. “You can’t be
serious. You’d rather go out with this sideshow act than me?”

Brie looked down at the floor, ignoring
him.

Her Dom stated, “We will leave.”

He guided her off the stool and walked her
out of the bar. Brie turned to see the bartender silencing Raven
before he could cause a scene.

“I’m sorry. I thought he…” Brie began.

“I found it amusing, or I wouldn’t have let
it continue.” Her Dom stopped and turned Brie to face him. “Look at
me,” he commanded.

Brie let her gaze trail up his torso, noting
the expensive business suit and his striped tie before her eyes
beheld his face. His sandy hair was cut military-style, but what
demanded her attention was the fact that her Master’s right cheek
was caved in and a patch covered his eye. Before she could respond,
he said, “Injury. You will not speak of it.”

She nodded, focusing on his soft lips.
Despite his facial deformity, he had kind lips. “What shall I call
you?”

“What my men did. Captain.”

“Yes, Captain.”

He put his hand on her back and guided her
towards the elevator. “The cretin was correct. The flower
is
a nice touch. You look lovely, pet.”

“Thank you, Captain. The clothes are
exquisite, as is the bracelet.” She held up her wrist to admire it
again.

“I like my pets to wear a reminder of their
position.”

“It is beautifully effective, Captain.”

He walked her to the door of his room. “When
you enter I want you to take off your shoes and stand by the bed.”
He swung the door open and ushered her inside.

Brie followed his command, wondering with
trepidation what he had in mind when she saw the chain attached to
the bedpost.

He came up behind her and unzipped the
dress, then let it slip slowly to the floor. Then he unfastened her
bra and tossed it aside. He caressed her breasts, playing with and
tugging on her nipples until he’d made her drip with need for
him.

Captain kissed her shoulder lightly before
kneeling and attaching the metal cuff to her ankle. He stood up and
informed Brie, “You will remain chained to the bed for the duration
of our time together.”

She gazed at his face, wanting to say
something but knowing it was not her right. He unbuttoned his shirt
and tossed it on a chair. She noticed numerous scars over his
chest, probably caused by shrapnel. She felt an overwhelming sense
of compassion and blurted without thinking, “May I kiss them,
Captain?”

The indignant look on his face made her
cringe. He said nothing, but moved to an overstuffed lounge chair
and sat down. He looked at her dismissively. “You should know that
I wanted the blonde, but my friend insisted you would be a better
fit.”

Brie knew she had offended him and accepted
his insult. “With all due respect, Captain, I have found that the
outer shell doesn’t matter much.”

He shook his head with a bemused look.
“Touché.” He patted his knee and commanded, “Kneel at my feet,
pet.”

The chain rattled as she moved towards him.
It was long enough for her to accommodate his wishes. She knelt
beside him and he began stroking her hair. She closed her eyes and
savored the feel of his fingers running through her long curls. He
spent a considerable amount of time petting her hair in silence.
Eventually, however, he stopped and she heard him unzip his
pants.

“Suck my cock, pet.”

Brie moved between his legs and grasped his
hard shaft. She wrapped her lips around him and slowly took the
length of his manhood into her mouth.

“I like it slow and gentle.”

She moaned in response and moved her hair
out of the way so he could watch her pink lips go down on his
maleness. He shifted into a more relaxed position and let her work
his cock for what seemed like an hour. She’d never taken that long
to love a man’s shaft. Heck, she’d never had a man last that long
before. By the time he ordered her to sit on his lap, her mouth and
tongue were sore from her concentrated effort to please him.

Brie crawled onto his lap to the clinking
sound of the chain. He slid her pussy down over his hard shaft,
pushing himself deep into her, then instructed her not to move.
“Look at me, pet.”

She stared into his good eye and smiled
warmly. It didn’t matter that he was disfigured; the man had a
gentle soul. But she could tell he needed something more from her,
so she moved her hands behind his head to undo the ties of his
patch. “May I, Captain?”

He stiffened and she wondered if she’d
overstepped her bounds again, but to her relief he answered
quietly, “Yes.”

Brie slowly undid the ties and removed the
patch from his face. Underneath was a sunken eyelid, healed shut.
She leaned over and kissed it lightly.

She heard his intake of breath as he grabbed
her hips and his shaft started pulsating inside her. He threw his
head back and groaned softly. When his orgasm had subsided, he
looked at her questioningly, cradling her cheek in his hand. “Why
did you do that, pet?”

“I needed to, Captain. Thank you.”

He slowly lifted her off his cock and told
her to kneel beside him again. She felt sensuous in her black
garter belt and hose, resting her head on his lap while Captain
stroked her hair. There was such an aching need radiating from her
Dom—Brie desperately hoped she could meet it.

A short time later, she heard a knock at the
door. He stopped the petting and stood up to answer it. “Stay,” he
ordered quietly as he quickly got dressed.

He walked to the door and told the hotel
staff, “There is no need to come in. Thank you.”

She heard the door shut and then the clatter
of a cart as he rolled it in her direction. “I have dinner, pet.”
He placed a plate of food and a silver bowl on the coffee table in
front of her.

She noticed there was only one plate and
wondered if she would be expected to watch him eat. Her stomach
grumbled against her will and she bowed her head in shame.

Captain sat back down and fingered her
curls, chuckling under his breath. He leaned over and cut off a
small piece of meat, then brought the fork to her lips. She opened
her mouth and slid her teeth against the tines, moaning in pleasure
when she tasted the tender morsel.

“Good, girl.”

He cut himself a slightly larger piece and
chewed it. Even though Brie felt like a dog, there was something
comforting about kneeling beside him, being fed by her Dom. He made
her feel cared for by taking turns and cutting smaller pieces so
that she could eat gracefully.

“Thank you, Captain,” she said, looking up
at him.

“My pleasure, pet.”

When he’d finished the meal, he put the bowl
down on the floor and filled it with water. “Drink. Be sure to lift
your ass in the air and look at me lustfully while you lap it
up.”

Brie turned to face him, liking the sound of
the jangling chain as she moved. It gave her a feeling of
possession. She looked at her injured Master as she sensually
lapped the water. Yes, she was acting the part of a dog, but she
made sure she was the sexiest damn dog he’d ever seen.

“That’s nice, pet,” he complimented, rubbing
his hand against his crotch. She watched the outline of his shaft
grow under his ministration. When his dick began straining against
his slacks, he stood up and removed them.

He picked up the bowl and placed it back on
the coffee table before commanding, “On the bed, now. Present
yourself.”

Brie quickly got off the floor and made her
way onto the large bed to the sound of the clattering chain. She
arched her back alluringly, spreading herself open for his
pleasure.

“You do have a beautiful cunt, pet. It
appears hungry for what I can give it.”

“It is, Captain. I am desperate for
you.”

Captain smiled as he climbed onto the bed
and positioned himself between her legs. He ran his hands over her
round buttocks, growling, “I do enjoy pleasing an obedient pet.”
Taking a fistful of hair, he pulled her head back and thrust the
full length of his shaft into her in one solid stroke. She gasped
in surprise.

“Am I too much for you, pet?”

“No…” she panted. “Just right, Captain.”

“Good, because I plan to ride you long and
hard.” He let go of her hair and grabbed her hips.

The thrusts he gave her sent bursts of heat
through her body and the whole room echoed with the sound of the
frantically rattling chain.

“You know how to ride your pet,” she
complimented between gasps.

He grunted in response and pushed her flat
onto the bed. “I want to hear you scream in pleasure.” Captain
squeezed her ass cheeks as he gave her everything he had.

Brie shrieked at the force of his passion,
but then she met it and cried, “Oh, Captain… O Captain, my
Captain!”