Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (51 page)

Brie knelt down next to the ugly wooden
device. She gingerly put her hands and neck into the grooves and
stayed there while Ms. Clark busied herself. Brie had to keep the
tears from falling when her trainer lowered the top board down. The
click of the lock solidified Brie’s disgrace.

“Five weeks I have had to put up with your
insolence. This has been a long time in coming.”

“I’m sorry, Ms. Clark.”

“Mistress to you,” she corrected. “Save your
apologies. They have no place here. You have been disrespectful to
your trainer and must be punished. It is a natural consequence for
disobedience.”

Ms. Clark pulled Brie’s skirt and panties
off. Brie felt Ms. Clark’s hands spread her outer lips apart. “You
will wear this for the entire session. I don’t think I need to tell
you that coming is not an option.” Brie felt the cool invasion of a
dildo push into her opening. She bit her lip, feeling nothing but
humiliation.

Her Mistress turned the vibrator on to its
fastest setting, then she showed Brie a long wooden paddle. “I
prefer to use a cane, but Marquis forbade it with you.”

Brie was grateful for his intervention. It
would have ruined the instrument for her.

When Mistress moved behind Brie, she closed
her eyes. All she wanted was to escape the experience and she tried
to shut down emotionally. It was as if Mistress knew, because she
announced, “You will count for me, Miss Bennett.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Normally, I tell my subs the number of hits
they must endure. However, I think I will keep that to myself.”

Brie groaned silently. The paddle came down
hard across both cheeks. Brie gasped as the sting of it burst over
her skin, and then dissipated. “One,” she called out to
Mistress.

It was immediately followed by another,
equally hard swat. Brie choked out, “Two.”

“Why are you being punished tonight, Miss
Bennett?”

“I made a joke instead of answering your
question.”

The third hit landed on her tender ass and
Brie felt the first tear fall.

“It was your lack of respect towards me that
was the problem.” Ms. Clark waited.

Brie realized she’d forgotten to count and
blurted, “Three.”

“You will receive an extra for
forgetting.”

Brie knew better than to beg for mercy, but
had to bite her lip to prevent it.

“All along I have striven to help you
succeed as a submissive, and yet you return my gift with
flippancy?” The fourth swat made Brie weak all over.

“Four, Mistress.”

“What is your greatest weakness?”

Brie thought Mistress was taking a breather
until she felt the fifth land on her ass. She gasped in surprise.
“Five… I look Dominants in the eyes, Mistress.”

The sixth came with a hearty, “No!” Tears
fell down Brie’s cheeks; there was no holding them back any longer.
“Your greatest weakness is not remembering you are a submissive
when you are in the presence of Dominants.”

“Six,” Brie said meekly.

“If that was foremost in your mind, you
would not fail constantly.”

Brie tried to silence her sob. “Thank you,
Mistress.”

Mistress rubbed the paddle over her ass,
making it sting from the contact. “I have never seen such talent
wrapped up in such foolishness.” She slapped the paddle with a
little less muscle.

“Seven.” Brie held her breath.
Is
Mistress giving me a compliment?

“From this day forward, you will not forget
your place.” She swung the paddle hard, and Brie’s ass burst into
burning heat.

“Eight…Yes, Mistress.”

Brie heard the paddle drop to the floor.
Mistress bent over and played with her vibrating clit. Brie had
forgotten about the dildo inside her until the Domme had started
manipulating it.

“I want you to stay here in the dark and
concentrate on what you have learned tonight. I shouldn’t have to
repeat it, but coming is not allowed.” She pulled the dildo out a
little farther so that the clitoral stimulator attached to it
vibrated more fully against Brie’s aching clit.

Mistress stood up and asked, “What do you
say, Miss Bennett?”

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“It’s been my pleasure.”

She walked out of the room, flicking off the
light switch before she left, leaving Brie alone in the dark.

The throbbing of her buttocks started
pulsing with her clit. Faelan came to mind. She recalled the lusty
way he had taken her and had to fight off the feelings building
up.

No!
She shook her head. She dug down
deep and pushed away all thoughts of pleasure. Endurance and
obedience were her only goals; they were the only things that
mattered. She was determined not to get herself into this situation
again. After what felt like several excruciating hours, Mistress
returned.

“Did you come?” she asked calmly.

“No, Mistress.”

“Fine.” Ms. Clark pulled out the dildo and
unfastened the stockade. “Get dressed. You may leave.”

Brie slowly pulled her panties back on and
zipped up her skirt. She walked out of the Center with her head
held high but her butt cheeks throbbing. She’d survived Ms. Clark’s
punishment and learned a valuable lesson from it.

Both girls approached her when she went to
unlock her car. Lea put her hand on her shoulder and asked, “How
are you?”

Brie gave a faint smile. “Okay. My ass hurts
like the dickens, but I’ll live.”

“That bitch beat you while you were in the
stockades?” Mary asked, clearly upset.

“Yes, but I survived and am better for
it.”

“What do you mean?” Mary barked, looking
like she wanted to kick some Ms. Clark butt.

Brie hemmed and hawed before she answered.
“Ms. Clark was right to punish me. I was not respectful.”

“Fuck me! I can’t believe you’re being such
a wuss. That woman has been nothing but a bitch to you.”

Brie looked Mary in the eye. “I have not
been submissive to her.”

Mary shook her head in disbelief.

Lea took Brie’s hand and squeezed it.
“Yes.”

Brie looked at Lea in surprise. All this
time she had thought of Lea as the lesser sub, but had been blind
to the girl’s strengths. Lea might not have had the same level of
book smarts, but it was obvious that she had her own unique talents
as a submissive. There was a reason that Ms. Clark had praised her
and other Doms had rated her well.
What a fool I’ve been,
Brie thought, giving Lea a quick hug.

She announced to both girls, “We are headed
to my home. This is our last auction debrief and we are partying
all night long!”

Brie eagerly opened her apartment to her
friends, proud of the array of drinks and foods she had accumulated
for the occasion. It was every bit as extravagant as the spread
they’d had at the Center, and had taken weeks to save up for. She
also had her camera ready.

Mary eyed it suspiciously. “I am
not
going to interview for you.”

“You don’t have to,” Brie assured her. “I
just want to record our evening. I’ll edit it later and let you
look it over. I promise I won’t use any footage you aren’t
comfortable with. I just want us to enjoy ourselves without
worrying about the camera.”

“Hey, I’m totally down with that,” Lea said,
going over to the lens and blowing a kiss.

Brie grinned. “Thanks, girlfriend.”

“Oh, is that how it is? You playing
favorites, Miss Bennett?” Mary snarked.

“Only if you won’t agree to being
filmed.”

“Blackmail.”

Brie bumped hips with her playfully. “The
blackmailiest.”

“Bitch.”

“The bitchiest.”

Mary swatted her ass lightly, causing Brie
to squeal in pain. “Okay, fine, Miss. Bennett, but I have final
say.”

Brie moved a safe distance away before
answering, “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Mary Quite
Contrary.”

Brie herded her friends to her couch with
their favorite drinks and snacks. She sat down gingerly, finding
the position that hurt the least. The three spent the night sharing
not only the details of their last Auction Day, but their favorite
moments from their time at the Center.

“My favorite has to be the violet wand,” Lea
blurted.

“Not your outing with Ms. Clark?” Mary asked
sarcastically.

“Well, that was exceptional. However, that
wand… I’m telling you, I haven’t felt anything like it.”

“What about you?” Brie asked Mary.

Mary instantly clammed up and stared at the
camera.

“It won’t bite, woman. Pretend it’s not
there and tell me what you liked.”

Mary took a deep breath. She turned away
from the camera before she spoke. “Hmm… So much to choose from. You
have to admit we are the luckiest women alive. So many Doms and so
many scenarios to reflect on.”

“True,” Brie agreed, “but which was your
favorite?”

“Oh, hell… Marquis Gray.”

Brie and Lea nodded in unison. Lea grinned.
“Totally makes sense. He is a master of the flogger.”

“I do like Marquis…” Brie said dreamily.

“I would ask that man to collar me if it was
allowed,” Mary said, taking a sip of her drink.

Brie felt a cold chill.
Allowed?
Mary
must not know what she was talking about. The waiting was almost
over… Once they’d graduated from the course, the trainers would be
fair game.

Mary shocked Brie again when she added, “But
I sure would like to take a spin with Faelan.”

Brie’s felt her hackles instantly rise.
“Why?”

“He’s the talk of the Center. Haven’t you
heard? All of his subs want to partner with him. Damn, I want a
chance at that boy! There’s something about those eyes that drives
me absolutely wild. I haven’t stopped dreaming about Todd Wallace
since suffering through his vibrator punishment. I can’t explain
what it is about him, but I am majorly attracted.”

What is Mary’s problem?
Does she
have to lust after every guy I like?
Brie got up to fix another
drink to avoid saying something she’d regret.

Lea spoke up. “He’s been Brie’s since even
before Brie knew he existed.”

Mary turned on her. “I don’t understand it.
What does she have that I don’t?”

“A heart,” Lea joked.

Brie headed back with a new drink in her
hand. She shook her head in response to Lea’s statement. “No, Mary
has a heart.” She looked at her former nemesis. “You were kind to
Captain tonight.”

Mary’s eyes softened. “He’s a good man.”

Brie smiled, agreeing, “Yes, he is.” She
paused for a moment, debating whether she should voice her
thoughts, but forged ahead anyway. “I doubted you, Mary. But I
should have known better. Underneath that hard exterior is a
beautiful person.”

“Shut the fuck up!” Mary glared at the
camera accusingly. “Turn that damn thing off!”

Brie didn’t budge. “Why? The truth pissing
you off?”

Mary suddenly looked close to tears. Brie
rushed over to her camera and switched it off. “I didn’t mean
anything by it…” She added tenderly, “Bitch.”

Mary looked her in the eye and mouthed the
word, “Thanks.”

Brie suddenly understood that Mary wasn’t
used to compliments from other women. “I only speak the truth, you
know.”

Mary began wiping tears away as quickly as
they appeared.

Lea looked at Brie in shock, clearly not
knowing how to handle the situation. “So Mary, I don’t suppose
you’ve heard that a good submissive is hard to beat?”

Mary shook her head a couple of times and
then started laughing hysterically, far more enthusiastically than
the joke deserved. But it prompted both girls to join her. Brie
poured Mary another drink and handed Lea a beer.

She held up her wine glass and toasted, “May
we go down in the history books as the best damn submissive class
known in the history of the Submissive Training Center!”

They held up their glasses one at a time,
each girl cheering for herself:

“Lea the Lovely!”

“Mary the Magnificent!”

“Brie the Bodacious!”

They broke out in more peals of laughter
until Mr. Nguyen hammered from the floor above. Brie looked at the
clock. “Oh, crap, girls, we have to try to keep it down. I’m
pissing off my neighbor because it’s four o’clock in the
morning.”

There was silence for a couple of seconds,
and then the snickers began. Mary smiled at Brie and suggested,
“Why don’t we pay a visit to Mr. Nguyen and show him what we’ve
learned?”

Brie started crying as she tried to hold
back the laughter threatening to spill out. She stumbled over to
the other two and wrapped them in her arms. “I love you guys.”

Lea hugged back, but Mary pulled away.
“Enough with the hugging. You are not hot in any way, shape or
form.”

Brie laughed out loud. “Whatever, Mary the
Mediocre.”

“Magnificent, bitch.”

Brie held her hand up in a dismissive
manner. “Whatever…”

Mary tackled her to the ground and Lea
jumped on top.

Brie grinned up at the ceiling. Five weeks
ago, she had been alone and bored. Now she had these two amazing
women as friends
and
a whole exotic world to explore with
the Dom of her choice.

Truly, life doesn’t get better than
this…

The End Approaches

Even though it was nearly five a.m., the
girls were still partying hard. Five weeks of submissive training
meant they had a lot to celebrate. Mary had even given Brie
permission to turn the camera back on so that she could record
their conversation for her documentary.

“But if you dare get mushy on me, that thing
is trash,” Mary warned, pointing to Brie’s movie camera.