Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (47 page)

Brie glanced over and saw that the other
girls were being given explicit instructions. It didn’t seem fair,
but she was desperate not to fail her practicum so she obeyed her
Master and left the Center. Once inside her car, she flipped the
phone open and read his first text.

Proceed to the Supermart ten minutes from
the school. Purchase hairbrush (thick handle), clothespins, Velcro
w/ adhesive on back, condoms and a red bandana. Once items are
attained, text your Master.

Brie felt nervous excitement as she put the
phone down and started her car. Master Coen was a wildcard. She
wasn’t sure if he liked her or not, but she would do everything in
her power to please him.

She drove to the huge store and got out of
her car, tightening the belt of her coat. She hadn’t gone anywhere
public in her school uniform before, and was taken aback when a man
walking towards her gave her a complete up and down before
whistling. Brie looked to the ground and tried to calm the blush
threatening to take over. Wearing her uniform in the vanilla world
made her feel exposed, even with the long coat.

She made her way into the store and quickly
collected the things on the list. She stood in line and watched her
items go into the bag, one by one. Her excitement was heightened at
knowing that they were most likely going to be used on her.

She thanked the cashier before texting her
trainer.
Items purchased, Master.

Immediately the phone vibrated with her next
task:
Find secluded area in store. You will be playing w/
yourself for my pleasure. Set up phone to record and then text. You
have 10 min.

Brie’s breath caught in her throat. Ten
minutes to find a place and set up the camera? It seemed
impossible! She looked around wildly, trying to figure out where
she could do it. She knew there would be a break room and a
stockroom, but she might get caught by an employee causing all
kinds of unwanted trouble. The only place she could think to do it
was the bathroom, but how could she pleasure herself on a toilet?
It wouldn’t do.

Time was ticking and Brie started to sweat.
She suddenly had a flash of brilliance and literally ran to the
kitchen department. She grabbed a large cutting board and then
headed to the bedroom department, where she snatched up a small
pillow. With both items procured, she made way through the express
lane. The cashier looked through her other bags, double-checking
she hadn’t stolen anything. Brie tried to remain calm, but knew she
was losing precious minutes.

When she got the okay, she took her many
bags and ran to the bathroom. She sought out the large handicapped
stall and slammed the door shut. She laid her cutting board over
the seat of the toilet, put the pillow against the back of it, and
then lined up each of the items in the edge of the board for easy
access. Next she peeled off the backing of the adhesive and placed
a piece of Velcro on the phone. She quickly checked for the right
camera angle, estimating where to stick it on the metal door. She
looked at the phone and saw she still had a minute left.

Brie ran to the sinks and quickly washed her
hands. A woman came in and headed towards her stall.

Brie cried out, “No, no, no!” She rushed
past and slammed the door of the stall behind her. She immediately
texted Master Coen:
Master, camera is set up. Will do quick
record & check back to see if you like angle.

She hit the record button and pressed the
phone against the Velcro. Then she gingerly sat down on the cutting
board, careful not to move her items, and waved at the phone. She
got up, stopped recording and texted,
To your liking?

He responded,
Camera is fine. Attach
clothespins to nipples. Place condom over hairbrush handle. Tie
bandana over eyes. Count to 200 while you play w/ clit then fuck
yourself with hairbrush. Scream my name when you come. If you
please me, I will use hairbrush when you return.

Brie’s heart was pounding as she placed the
camera back on the door and hit the record button. She could hear
the woman washing her hands and prayed no one else would come in
until she had finished. As much as she dreaded the thought of being
caught, there was a thrill at doing something so private in a
public setting.

She laid her coat on top of the bags before
untying her corset and pulling off her panties. She left everything
else on in case she needed to make a quick exit. She sat back down
on her board and leaned against the pillow while looking at the
phone with a playful smile.
Master Coen has such a wicked
mind!

Brie picked up the first clothespin and
attached it to her innocent nipple. She squealed when the wooden
tip closed down on it.
OMG, that hurts!
She took several
deep breaths before she attached the other one. Brie bit her lip
and groaned. She slowed her breathing down and accepted the
throbbing pain.

She opened her eyes and unwrapped a condom,
then slowly covered the handle of the hairbrush, imagining that it
was Master Coen’s cock. When it was completely covered, she looked
at the camera and nodded. Then she placed it down and picked up the
bandana. Brie rolled the cloth up and tied it over her eyes. Losing
her sight made everything more intense and had the added benefit of
calming her.

She spread her legs apart and began playing
with her clit, mouthing the numbers slowly to two hundred. First,
she twirled her fingers lightly over her pussy, wetting her fingers
with her excitement. Then she slowly inserted a finger, moaning
softly as she did. After several thrusts, she flicked her clit
again. This time she got into it, feeling the heat begin. Desperate
for penetration, she thrust two fingers back inside, pumping
herself the way a man would drive his cock into her. However, the
stimulation to her clit had had more effect, so she pulled out and
began rubbing it vigorously, mewing under her breath.

Brie imagined how she looked—wearing a
blindfold with her legs spread and her nipples clamped—while
eagerly playing with herself. It was so naughty that she could
almost have come just by thinking about it.
…one hundred
ninety-eight, one hundred ninety-nine, two hundred…

She fumbled around for the hairbrush and
then slowly inserted it into her willing depths. She braced her
legs against the sides of the stall so Master Coen could get a
better view. She started out slow and sensual, biting her lip and
moaning as she pushed the hairbrush farther inside. Then she let
herself really have it, thrusting quickly, concentrating her
motions around her opening, where all the nerve endings were firing
electrical pulses. Her left foot slipped and she squeaked as she
righted herself. She started up again, pushing harder against the
walls with her legs so she wouldn’t be interrupted a second time.
With one hand, she thrust the pseudo-phallus while she stimulated
her clit with the other, all the while imagining Master Coen’s
veiny cock taking her deeply as he ordered her to come.

Her legs started shaking and she whimpered
audibly.
So close, so close…

Brie heard the high-pitched voices of young
women just outside the door. It was now or never. She mercilessly
flicked her clit, pushing the brush deep inside. Her inner muscles
clenched around it as the orgasm washed over her. “Master Coen!”
she screamed.

She heard the door open, followed by
giggling laughter. Brie ripped off her blindfold and plucked off
the clothespins. Then she quickly gathered her materials and
stuffed them in the shopping bags. She didn’t want to waste time
putting on the corset, so she stuffed it in the bag as well. She
threw on her coat, buttoned it up and then approached the camera,
mouthing the words, “Thank you, Master,” before turning the record
button off.

She was surprised when the phone immediately
rumbled in her hand.
Come back to the Center so you may be
rewarded.

Brie hugged the phone to her chest before
slipping it into her coat pocket. She could hear the girls chatting
away by the sinks. Obviously, they wanted to see who had made such
a fool of herself in a bathroom stall.

She realized she could choose to be
embarrassed or not. Brie had just completed her first task for
Master Coen and he had been pleased. That was enough for her. She
smoothed out her hair and pinched her cheeks to give them a little
more color.

Brie opened the door and looked at the girls
with a half-smile. She said nothing as she set her bags down and
washed her hands. She was slow and deliberate, consciously graceful
with every move. She looked at the group of four women and smiled
before she picked up her bags. She heard no laughter when she left,
only silence. Brie beamed inside.
And that is how it’s
done.

In the car, she checked her messages and saw
that he had left another text for her.
Join me in the
auditorium.

Brie hurried back to the school and found
Master Coen on the stage, waiting for her. She noticed that only
Ms. Clark and Sir were in attendance. She figured that Lea and Mary
must still be out completing the practicums with their
trainers.

She marched onto the stage, but turned when
Sir called her name. “Miss Bennett, how would you rate your
experience?”

Her eyes widened in excitement when she
answered. “An eight! I loved the challenge and the overall thrill
of it.”

Master Coen replied, “Your use of additional
props heightened my enjoyment of the scene.”

She turned to him and bowed. “Thank you,
Master Coen. It was my pleasure.”

“But a pillow?” Ms. Clark complained. “You
looked like the Queen of Sheba reclining in luxury when discomfort
was supposed to be part of the experience.”

Brie was quick to answer, keeping her eyes
glued to the stage floor. “Master Coen did not command my
discomfort. I assumed it was allowed.”

Ms. Clark said in a sarcastic voice, “You
know what they say about assuming, Miss Bennett.”

Sir spoke in Brie’s defense. “The student is
correct. There was no command that stipulated otherwise. She showed
creativity and quick thinking. It was a pleasant scene to
watch.”

Brie had had no idea that the other trainers
would be observing her performance as well, but it made sense.

“What happened with the young ladies who
entered the restroom near the end?” her beefy Dom asked.

“Nothing, Master Coen. They said nothing
when I left.”

“Yeah, I bet they laughed your ass right out
of there,” Ms. Clark replied with a snort.

“Actually no, Mistress.” Brie threw in the
title to stroke her ego. “They were quite respectful.”

Brie glanced up and saw the slightest smile
play across Sir’s lips. It thrilled her heart to amuse him. “While
Ms. Clark and I observe the last two students, you may enjoy your
reward with Master Coen.” With that, Sir pulled out a portable
screen and he and Ms. Clark proceeded to watch it together.

A stool was brought onto the stage and
Master Coen commanded that she strip completely and then lean
against it. He fished the hairbrush from the bag and smiled at her.
“I promised to use it on you for a job well done. Bend over so I
may administer your reward.”

Brie leaned her torso fully against the
stool, exposing her defenseless ass to him. A hairbrush sounded
more cruel than fun. She closed her eyes, waiting for the first
hit. Instead, he slid the handle between her legs and caressed her
with it.

“Oh, yes, I liked the way you placed the
condom on the instrument and then nodded at me. How you counted
slowly so I could enjoy the way you played with yourself. But the
technique you used to fuck yourself with the hairbrush…now,
that
was a real education.” He paused and rolled a condom
over it before he slipped it into her. “So you like it shallow and
fast, do you?”

“Yes, Master.”

She looked behind her and watched his
muscular arm as he thrust the pseudo-phallus at a pace she had been
unable to reach. She groaned in pleasure and opened her legs wider
for him. Master Coen kept up the rhythm and depth for several
minutes. All those muscles definitely made him the man for the job.
Then he suddenly threw the brush across the stage and commanded
Brie to sit on the stool with her legs spread open.

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his
sizeable shaft. “I’m going to fuck you in the same fashion, Miss
Bennett.” He guided his cock between her swollen lips and pushed it
farther into her—but just the tip.

Master Coen held her waist with his massive
hands as he fucked her with just the head of his cock. He was a
machine in his taking of her, his pounding shallow but with decided
force. She threw her head back and cried out his name when he
eventually gave her permission to come.

Before the last contraction ended, he thrust
his manhood deep inside her and said in a hushed voice, “I find you
worthy,” as his shaft shuddered in its own release.

“Thank you,” Brie gasped out between
breaths.
Finally, vindication!

While the two panted on the stage, Brie
sneaked a peek at Sir. His eyes were on her, but devoid of any
emotion.

She got off the chair and slowly dressed.
Brie wondered if her need to please whichever Dom she was with had
served to drive a wedge between them. The thought undid her until
she remembered their talk on the first night of her training. Sir
had complimented her ability to please every Dom she had trained
with and claimed he wanted to test the limits of what she would do.
How could Sir hold that against her now?

Late that night, she stared at her little
bullet, contemplating whether she really needed to follow through
with Faelan’s punishment. He was just a Dom-in-training, after all.
However, Sir had commanded that they treat the student Doms with
the same respect they afforded other Dominants.