Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (44 page)

He walked back to his desk before he faced
the girls. “Tonight you will be sharing in a practicum together.
Please head upstairs to the limousine waiting for you. This is an
important assignment. We expect you not only to perform well, but
to absorb and learn from the experience.”

Brie was thrilled. Any practicum outside the
Center’s walls was exhilarating, but to do it with Lea and Mary
would make it pure perfection!

****

The Dom hosting the party greeted the girls
at the door. He was an older man with silver hair and a thin,
serious face. “Thank you for coming,” he said, shaking Brie’s hand,
then moving on to Lea’s and Mary’s. “I have several assistants who
will instruct you as to your duties. My friends are used to
flawless execution. See that you do not fail in the simple tasks
given to you.” With that, he gestured them inside and exited to
another room, shutting the door behind him.

There were three women waiting with smiles
on their faces. The short-haired blonde came up to Brie. “You have
been given the noble task of serving food.”

“Wonderful. What…?”

The girl put her finger to Brie’s lips. “No
more talking. Listen only. It will help you to succeed in your
role.”

Brie nodded. She looked up and saw that Lea
and Mary were listening and
not
speaking. It was going to be
an interesting evening, for sure.

“Please pay attention,” the young woman
admonished when she saw Brie wasn’t focused on her. “First, we must
get you undressed and thoroughly cleaned. It is going to take quite
a while to get you ready for the event.”

Brie had no idea what was being asked of
her, but she became more excited as she was led through the
luxurious apartment. Whoever this Dom was, he was a
very
successful man.

After Brie had peed, taken a soapy shower,
and thoroughly dried off, the girl guided her into a large room
with a panoramic view of the city. There was a small, oval table in
the middle of the spacious room.

“Please lie down in the center of the
table.”

Brie lay down on it gracefully, finding it
just large enough to hold her. The girl repositioned her and
splayed out her hair in an artful pattern. As the woman worked, she
gave Brie instructions. “You are to lie completely still. Do not
react in any way to the people around you. Your sole purpose is to
display the food elegantly. I highly recommend you keep your eyes
glued to that spot on the ceiling.” She pointed to a tiny speck
directly above Brie.

“No matter what is said, how you are touched
or if you itch…” She emphasized the last words, saying them slowly
and succinctly. “Do…not…move.”

I’m supposed to be a platter?
Brie
thought.
Well, here’s to my first real experience with
objectification.

The blonde arranged small crackers and a
variety of grapes over her body in an intricate and exacting
pattern. Brie turned her head and saw that Mary was practicing
balancing a flask of red liquid on her back while the assistant
meticulously painted her arms and legs with delicate patterns.
Apparently, she was playing the role of a table. Brie glanced over
at Lea. She was stunning. Her naked body was painted gold and her
large breasts looked amazing, all sparkly and alluring. A statue of
a goddess, without a doubt, but Brie didn’t envy Lea one bit. The
assistant had positioned her arms at beautiful but awkward angles
that would be hard to maintain for an entire evening.

Although Brie’s role was lowly, at least it
was easy. She watched in fascination as the blonde laid a small,
round cloth over her bellybutton. Then she placed a ceramic ring
around it and added a thin sheet of plastic. Brie squeaked when she
poured a layer of ice cubes into it. A beautiful gold bowl was
placed on top of that. The girl then spooned a decadent amount of
caviar into the golden dish, filling it to the brim.

“I let you look at your friends, even though
it means I have to fix your hair again. From this point forward,
those eyes stay glued to the ceiling. Understand?”

Brie nodded and dutifully stared upwards as
goose bumps prickled over her skin. The chill of the ice traveled
straight to her groin. After the assistant had finished fixing her
hair, she said, “You are nothing but a beautiful vessel. Understand
that and enjoy the evening.”

The three assistants quickly exited just
before the doorbell rang.

It starts…

The Dom came out of what Brie assumed was
his study and answered the door. A flow of guests quickly filled
the apartment with their gentlemanly voices. Just hearing them sent
Brie’s body trembling, and she had to force herself to breathe
slowly in the manner Tono had taught her. The men eventually made
their way towards the girls and one last nervous sigh escaped
Brie’s lips before they entered the room.

The men treated the three naked girls as if
they were a natural part of the decor. They talked business deals
and discussed the upcoming national election. Brie heard their Dom
offer the men drinks and knew that Mary was now the center of
attention.

Brie listened intently to the conversations
floating about. She couldn’t resist.
A girl could learn a lot
from these influential men…

Just when she was getting used to being a
part of the scenery, one of the men moved over to the table and
lightly brushed his hand against her nipple as he picked up a
cracker. He then spooned caviar onto it. She felt an electrical
jolt and blinked several times in response.
Damn!
This is
going to be harder than I thought.

As soon as he’d served himself, the table
was surrounded by men who touched her casually as they partook of
the expensive fish eggs. She desperately stared at the ceiling,
reminding herself that she was an inanimate object that could not
move, could not respond in any way to what was happening.

“Nice centerpiece, Sebastian,” she
heard.

Her Dom replied, “Yes, I agree. You’ll never
guess what it’s called.”

“Do tell.”

“Brie.”

There was a deep chuckle, and then Brie felt
a hand rove over her thigh to her sweet spot. A finger penetrated
her vagina and it took everything in her to remain completely still
as the finger swirled around and then withdrew. She heard the
distinct sound of sucking, and the guest said with a tone of
amusement, “I think I will have to sample some of this Brie
later.”

“I’ll make sure to set it aside for
you.”

Her loins contracted in pleasure at the
statement. Brie did not understand why being treated in this way
was such a turn-on, but there was no doubt the table she was lying
on would show evidence of her arousal when she was finally allowed
to move.

Brie heard comments from several of the men
about the lovely statue. Someone must have touched Lea, because
Brie heard her gasp softly.

“Am I mistaken, or did I hear something?”
one of the gentlemen asked.

Their Dom replied nonchalantly, “Oh, didn’t
I tell you? I had this one installed with a voice box. Adds to the
realism of the piece.”

“I see… I can’t say I agree,” the man
replied before moving off.

Brie felt bad for Lea. Failing in a
practicum was never pleasant and she desperately wished she could
share a joke to lighten Lea’s spirit.

Brie had first thought she had been given
the easiest assignment, but that simply was not the case. She
struggled to stare at the ceiling while the light, incidental
touches of the many men in attendance teased and aroused her.

Late into the evening, the apartment finally
cleared out. “Why don’t we move to the study for a smoke?” their
Dom suggested to the last remaining guest.

“Why not?”

Brie recognized the voice and quivered. She
was about to be tasted by the man who had sampled her.

Two of the assistants came into the room.
Brie was cleaned off and then told to stand. With quick movements,
the blonde deftly cleared the table and told Brie to lie back
down.

Brie took a quick peek and saw poor Lea
standing there, still in her statuesque form, completely ignored by
the assistants. Mary had been cleaned off as well, but was still on
all fours.

The helpers made themselves scarce when the
door of the study opened. Brie hadn’t been given any further
instructions so she stared at the ceiling and waited.

“Ah, Sebastian, I see the Brie is ready for
sampling.”

“But of course.”

Brie glanced briefly at her partner without
being noticed. His sideburns, peppered with gray, contrasted
charmingly with his black hair, giving him a distinguished look. He
noticed her staring into his pale green eyes and did not smile when
he told her, “I like vocal cheese.”

It took her a second to realize he was
making a joke. She looked back up at the ceiling and then squealed
when he pulled her ass to the edge of the table and descended
between her legs. He dragged his tongue against her sex, making her
moan in delight.

But she whimpered when he pulled back the
hood of her clit and sucked on her defenseless nub. He was
relentless as he held her down and teased it. Just when she felt
her pussy burn with orgasmic energy, he stopped.

Her senses came back to earth and she became
aware of Mary and the host Dom going at it. Brie made a quick
sideways glance. Mary was quite the loud, passionate table as he
pounded her in the ass.

Her attention was instantly redirected when
her partner grabbed her chin and forced her to look upwards.
Crap!
She was far too curious to make a good inanimate
object.

She heard him unbuckle his pants and then
unzip. He didn’t even bother taking them off. He slid his cock
inside her and began thrusting away. His strokes were long but
unhurried. Brie kept her eyes on the speck, wondering why his
detached taking of her made her so hot. She concentrated on his
heavy breathing, grateful to be used in this way—his vessel of
pleasure.

Her Dom leaned forward and cupped her face
in his hands. “I haven’t tasted all of you yet.” He kissed her
then, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. The man claimed her
with his lips as he fucked her. It was intoxicating and her body
steadily climbed towards its climax.

She felt him stiffen and then he groaned
into her mouth as he came. Brie’s body pulsed with need, but he
pulled out and zipped back up. She was disheartened, but understood
that as an object, personal fulfillment was not an option.

Brie noticed that Mary was no longer
vocalizing, which indicated that her session was over as well. Then
the host Dom asked her partner, “So, how was the Brie?”

Brie heard him get up from the floor as he
answered in the positive. “Quite satisfying.”

“Glad to hear it. So I’ll be seeing you at
the meeting tomorrow?”

“Yes. Until then.” The two shook hands.
After Brie’s partner had left, their Dom addressed each of the
girls.

“Miss Wilson, job well done. You may leave
to clean up.”

He walked over to his golden statue. “Ms.
Taylor. Your performance was less than stellar.” He caressed her
large breasts and then tweaked one of her nipples. Lea didn’t make
a peep. He continued, “As far as I am concerned, you’ve learned
your lesson and been properly punished. I see no reason to speak of
it with your trainers.”

Lea bowed her head and said softly, “Thank
you, Master.”

“My assistants will help you clean up.” Two
women instantly appeared and led her away.

He walked over to Brie last. “Miss Bennett,
you performed satisfactorily. You may be excused as well. Go down
the hall to your right, where you will find a private bathroom with
your clothing.”

Brie got up from the table, still a tangle
of sexual nerves. He called after her, “You do not have permission
to masturbate.”

She turned around and bowed obediently.
“Thank you, Master.”

There was something oddly arousing at being
denied her own pleasure. Tonight had opened up yet another sexual
option to explore, and Brie was thrilled at the prospect of
navigating it more thoroughly.

The next day, Marquis presented Brie with
another lesson on objectification in the auditorium. She had no
idea what she was walking into when she joined him on the stage.
Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the table he had set
up for her. On it were four items: a crop; a leather, strappy
contraption with a small metal bar; lubricant, and…a butt plug with
a long, flowing tail. She knew exactly where he was taking her with
this practicum, and it unnerved her.

“Tonight is about what I want, pearl.”

“Yes, Master.”

“And what I want is to attach this lovely
bridle to your face, insert this plug deep in your ass and watch
you swish that tail for me.” He held up the crop and looked at her
lustfully. “Then I will play with my pony using the crop before I
fuck her hard.”

Brie’s heart beat a mile a minute. He was
asking her to play out the scene she had ended with another Dom.
Marquis always insisted on pushing her. Every one of his lessons
took her further than she wanted to go. What surprised her was that
a part of her wanted to be Marquis’ pony.

“If it pleases you, Master.”

“Undress where you are.”

Brie immediately undid her corset and let it
drop to the stage floor. She stepped out of it and removed her
heels next, leaving her panties and thigh-highs for last. She stood
there waiting silently for his next command, her short breaths
coming in quick succession.

“Come to your Master and let him ready you
for play.”

She walked over to Marquis slowly, drawn to
him like a magnet; frightened of the feelings he inspired yet
hungry to let them play out.