Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (48 page)

“Damn you, Blue Eyes…” Brie growled as she
lay on her bed. She placed the tiny bullet against her clit and
closed her legs. It simply wasn’t worth getting in trouble with the
trainers.

She turned on the device and sighed. This
was a stupid punishment.
What a newbie!
Brie looked over at
her bedside clock and noted the time. She was supposed to endure it
for thirty minutes.

Brie turned her toy on full blast and
squeezed her eyes shut.
Oh, damn, maybe this is going to be more
difficult than I thought.
Her clit was already vibrating with
the hint of an orgasm. But what had she expected? A night at the
Training Center could do that to a girl.

She sighed in frustration and thought of
Faelan; mainly how mad she was at him. However, thinking about
those blue eyes had the opposite effect than what she had been
going for and she felt her pussy start contracting in a quick
orgasm. She turned off the bullet and stared at the ceiling.
Damn…
Now she would have to start over again.

Once her body had calmed down, she turned it
back on and then immediately back off.
Too soon!
Brie got up
and took a freezing cold shower. With her skin blue and her teeth
chattering, she lay back down and placed the tiny bullet between
her legs, back on full blast. She kept her eyes shut and endured.
After an excruciating amount of time, she checked the clock.
Six
freakin’ minutes. Holy crap!

“I hate you!” she screamed at the ceiling.
She could just imagine Todd’s smug grin at knowing that three girls
were enduring his punishment tonight. Brie concentrated on Jeff,
the pathetic example of manhood at the tobacco shop. There was
nothing sexy about the lazy shit and it helped to quench any
stirrings in her loins. She glanced over and saw that she had made
it another fifteen minutes.
Ten more to go.

Brie focused on Jeff’s face and was
horrified when his eyes morphed into crystal blue orbs. Jeff smiled
at her, but it was
his
smile. Brie heard Faelan’s voice
whispering in her ear, while he teased her nipples with the
feather.

She whimpered and looked at the clock.
Four more minutes…

For a newbie, he’d sure had an uncanny knack
for teasing her. It surprised Brie that spending a night trying not
to think of Faelan meant she was
only
thinking of him.

She stared at the clock and counted out the
last two minutes. It was the only way to survive the ordeal. As
soon as the second hand hit the twelve, she unclenched her legs and
threw the bullet down on the other side of the bed. “A-ha! Take
that!”

Seeing Blue Eyes the next evening was not
easy. It was difficult to look him in the eye, but she didn’t want
Todd to have that kind of power over her. Unfortunately, her mind
went to mush when she gazed into eyes like blue oceans. There was
definitely a different vibe to the man now. Neither of them said
anything as he opened the door and let her pass.

As much as Brie had struggled with Faelan’s
punishment, she was eternally grateful she had followed through
with it, because it was the first thing Mr. Gallant asked the class
about. “Raise your hand if you did your penance for last night’s
interruption in the hallway.”

Brie looked over and saw the other two girls
hesitantly raise their hands, too. She was surprised that Faelan
had that kind of authority over their little group.

“Good. I do not want to hear about that kind
of behavior again. Such foolishness not only reflects badly on you,
but you also disrupted several classes that were in session.”

All three girls bowed their heads in shame.
Really, it had been Brie’s fault, so she spoke up. “Mr.
Gallant?”

“Yes, Miss Bennett?”

“It was m—”

“I don’t care to hear another word about
it.” He started class as if nothing had happened. Brie looked over
at her friends and shrugged.

At the end of the session, Mr. Gallant
directed Brie to head straight to the auditorium instead of
following Lea and Mary to their normal room. Brie was worried she
was going to be made an example of by the panel.

“Do you know why, Mr. Gallant?” she
asked.

“Yours is not to question but to obey, Miss
Bennett.”

She nodded and left the classroom with her
stomach in knots.

Brie listened to the lonely echo of her
heels as she made her way down the empty hall. She opened the
auditorium door and peeked inside. The sound of flute music filled
the space. She literally squealed in happiness when she saw who was
standing on stage.

“Tono!”

He put his finger to his lips and gestured
for her to come to him. She clamped her mouth shut and ran down the
aisle, then jumped into his arms. His embrace was magical, both
safe and magnetic.

When his lips came down on hers, she
willingly lost herself in his kiss. He pulled away too soon for
her, but then cradled her cheek gently. “Toriko.” She looked into
his chocolate eyes, adrift in their connection. The two stood in
silence for several moments, having no need to speak.

Finally, he broke the spell. “You will miss
the first practicum tonight because Kinbaku takes time, as you
know, little slave.”

She could not contain her joy. Getting
another chance to experience Tono’s mastery was more than she had
hoped for. Brie looked down at the stage floor and saw that he had
brought the green straw mat from his home. There was also a large
brass ring and coils of jute—the smell of which was already calling
to her.

“We do not have time for tea, I am afraid,”
he said, with an impish smile. She pressed her head against his
chest and grinned. Tono’s heartbeat was slow, strong, and
reassuring.

“Come join me on the mat, toriko.”

She knelt down and closed her eyes when she
felt his arms wrap around her from behind. She listened to his
breathing and slowed her breath to match his. The mutual connection
was immediate.

“Yes, toriko,” he said soothingly.

She tilted her head far back and kissed his
chin. “I have missed you.”

He chuckled softly and picked up the jute,
then placed it in her hands. “Kiss your restraint.”

She lovingly kissed the rope that would hold
her in her own private heaven. She then pressed it against her
cheek and whispered a word of thanks before handing it back to
him.

“Tonight will be different. Tonight you
shall fly, little one.”

“Tono?”

“You will be suspended by the jute.”

Brie gasped, a feeling of destiny flowing
through her. She leaned her head against his chest. “I’ve secretly
dreamed about it, Tono.”

“Good, because I have yearned to share this
with you. Unfortunately, I must rush the process because your
trainers want to share the Kinbaku experience with others.”

“I don’t mind.”

“Toriko,” he said, brushing his lips against
her ear, “tonight you will only wear one item.” He opened his hand
and she saw the red thong he had taken from her the first night
they’d met.

“It will be my honor, Tono.” Brie stood up
and undressed for him, sliding the thong into place under the
watchful eyes of her handsome Dom. His eyes sparkled in
appreciation.

When she moved back over to him, he grabbed
her waist and kissed her stomach. “Tonight, when you feel moments
of distress, what must you do?”

“Breathe with you.”

“Correct. Sit down on the mat and spread out
the fingers of your right hand so we can begin.”

Brie closed her eyes as he wove the jute
between her fingers and began the slow and delicious act of binding
her. The tug and pull as he worked his magic played on her senses,
taking her down the road of inner nirvana. Her body remembered and
followed its path without hesitation.

He bound her right hand in a pose that
lightly caressed her cheek. She wondered at the purpose, but
remained silent as he began binding her chest with his slow,
deliberate movements. The chest binding was her favorite part.
Giving up the ability to take a deep breath demanded such an
intense level of submission. She moaned softly.

“Yes, toriko.”

He bound her tighter than he had before. She
listened to his slow, even breaths to calm the fear that threatened
to burst forth. She wanted this—needed it, in fact.

She glanced down and saw her breasts framed
by the jute, but then he placed a single rope across her nipples
and tightened it. It was strangely erotic to have her nipples held
by the unforgiving jute. When she looked up, he kissed her and she
felt her body burn with powerful need. “I wa…”

He put his finger over her lips without
speaking and continued his art. Tono bound her left arm in a
pleasing position behind her back. Then he gently pushed her down
on the mat and started on her legs.

She looked up at the dark void of the
auditorium ceiling. Brie closed her eyes again and concentrated on
the gentle music as her legs were claimed by the jute. Bound,
unable to move, breath restricted, completely his…

“I will demonstrate the art of rope
suspension.”

Brie opened her eyes and was surprised to
see the auditorium full of trainers and students from both the
submissive and Dominant classes. She hadn’t been aware of their
arrival.

Tono continued speaking in his soothing
voice as his hands ran over her body. “As with most activities,
experience is essential. Nerve damage can result with suspension,
so do not attempt without proper instruction.” Brie noticed that
Tono had attached the large brass ring to chains above her. Through
it, he had threaded the various strands of jute that bound her
body.

“Kinbaku is an exacting method, but when
done correctly the process will bind your submissive without
pain.”

Tono addressed Brie. “Color, toriko?”

“Green.” She added in a whisper, “A lovely
jute green.”

He smiled and then turned back to the
audience. “Never leave your submissive alone once you have begun
the binding process. You must also have EMT scissors ready, should
you need to release them quickly.”

He gestured to the different points at which
he had bound her. “The key is balance. To prevent damage, you must
support the body.”

Tono looked down at Brie. “Are you ready to
fly, toriko?”

She nodded, holding her breath as he took
the ropes and began pulling her off the ground. The constriction
increased as gravity took over. It felt as if the world suddenly
dropped away from her, and she whimpered, “Tono…”

“Breathe,” he reminded her. He pressed his
body against her so she could harmonize with him again. She closed
her eyes and shut out the rest of the world as she reconnected with
Tono. She felt him pull away and lift her higher, then the tugging
and pulling began as he secured the ropes.

Brie kept her breaths slow and shallow as
her body began floating within itself. She heard the sound of
people clapping and realized that the pose he had created must look
impressive.

“With your submissive bound like this, you
are free to explore her sensuality without limitation.” He did
something then that both surprised and pleased her. Tono grabbed
onto the large brass ring and, using only his arm strength, pulled
himself on top of her, his body lying lengthwise. The two were
together in midair. His arm shook from the effort of supporting
himself, but he smiled down at her. “And now I join you in your
flight, toriko.” He leaned over and kissed her for a brief moment
before lowering himself back down. It was so powerfully sexy; she
wished he would do it again.

Instead, she felt him move between her legs
and lift her wet thong out of the way. She moaned when his tongue
made contact with her. She had thirsted for the gift of his mouth
ever since their last time together. The moment he began lightly
sucking on her clit, her body discharged the surge of orgasmic
energy that had built up since their last meeting.

Brie mewed as her body tensed and relaxed in
joyous release. She’d never come so fast before, but it did not
dissipate like a normal climax. Instead, his constant suction
demanded she fall deeper into the ocean of sensuality he had
created. She willingly relaxed and let the ice-cold wave take her
back to the place where desire meets otherworldliness.

His voice sounded distant, as if in a dream.
“Come back to me.”

“Join me…” she whispered.

“Come back,” he repeated firmly.

She became aware of his hands trailing over
her body. When she opened her eyelids, she was greeted by his
smiling brown eyes looking down at her. He’d already set her back
on the ground and was now undoing the larger bindings. Once she was
free of them, he picked her up and carried her to the private
room.

Instead of laying her on the bed, he sat on
the floor with her and untied the rest of the jute. The feel of his
hands was relaxing, slowly bringing her back into full awareness,
although it was difficult to lose the rigidity of the jute—each
release of rope felt like a loss of their connection.

“I didn’t want it to stop, Tono.”

He laughed softly. “You embraced it much
faster and more fully this time, little slave.” When he pulled the
last of the rope away, he traced the lines it had left on her skin.
“I think the trails left behind are just as beautiful as the jute
itself.”

She caressed his masculine jaw with her
fingertips. “I love this.”

His gaze fell on her. “Kinbaku, or us?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but he
stopped her. “Don’t answer. I should not have asked.”

He stood up, gathered the jute in one hand
and held out his other to help her up. It was with great reluctance
that she took his hand and left the tiny room. When she went to sit
back down, she noticed a photo on her seat.

“What’s this?” she whispered to Lea.