Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (55 page)

Mary winked at Brie on the way out.

Oh, crap.

“Miss Bennett, now that Miss Wilson isn’t
here to distract you, I trust you will succeed in cooking a simple
egg dish.”

“Yes, Marquis Gray.”

Having all of the attention on her proved to
be more pressure than she could handle. Marquis had to send out for
more eggs. “Even if it takes all night, Miss Bennett, you will cook
me the perfect omelet.”

Brie’s frustration grew as she failed omelet
after omelet. It was painfully obvious cooking was not in her
nature and she wanted to give up. However, Marquis would not hear
of it. He was a formidable taskmaster, brutally honest and
uncompromising. When she handed him her twenty-first attempt and he
took a bite, he growled, “I will kill Thane for electing me for
this assignment.”

It turned out that twenty-four was the magic
number. “Although I am going to vomit, this is a good omelet.” He
sighed and added, “Now make another.”

Brie wanted to cry with relief. She hurried
to make another masterpiece. Three omelets later, he finally gave
his seal of approval.

Marquis Gray looked up at the clock and
shook his head. “You only have twenty-five minutes until your
practicum.” He frowned and then stood up. “Unfortunately, there’s
nothing else to be done,” he mumbled, as if to himself. Then, to
Brie, he added, “Here, let me show you an easy pasta dish no one
can decimate… Not even you.”

He collected premade noodles from the
refrigerator and made a quick Italian dish consisting of freshly
cut tomatoes, garlic, fresh basil and olive oil. Despite the
simplicity of the ingredients, it was delectable—restaurant
quality. The challenge for Brie was not making the tomato sauce, it
was getting the noodles al dente. With just a few minutes to spare,
Brie was able to present him with a satisfactory dish.

“You truly fail as a cook, Miss Bennett. In
all my years of training I have never seen such ineptitude. I
insist that you sign up for cooking lessons after this course.”

Brie bowed before him, mortified beyond
belief, but she was grateful to be leaving the kitchen. “Thank you,
Marquis Gray.”

“Leave. I must find a bucket to relieve
myself of your cooking.”

“Where do I go, Master?”

He shook his head. “You are not allowed to
call me Master after this.” He chuckled afterwards, so she figured
he was joking. “Meet Master Anderson in room forty-eight.”

Brie’s heart sank.
More cooking?
“Beg
your pardon, Marquis Gray, but I thought my practicum was
starting.”

He looked at her thoughtfully. “It is. You
are spending the evening with Master Anderson. You will be joining
him at the party he is hosting. Thank heavens the other two girls
proved better cooks, or he would have nothing to serve.”

Brie made her way to Master Anderson. Her
back tingled in remembrance of his masterful skill with the
bullwhip. She wondered what to expect at the party. Would she be
scrubbing toilets next?

She was surprised and disappointed that the
other two girls were not in the room with the talented trainer.
“Good evening, Miss Bennett.”

She remembered the ritual and readied to
undress, but he told her, “There’s no time. Come bow before me.”
She came over to him and offered the homage he was due. His deep
voice reverberated in her loins. “You are a lovely thing. Stand up
and serve your Master.”

She was grateful he didn’t comment on where
she had been for the last two hours. Brie helped Master Anderson
load up boxes of prepared food, then followed him to his car.

“Do you understand what will be asked of you
tonight, Miss Bennett?”

“No, Master Anderson.”

On the drive to his place, he explained,
“You will act as the gracious hostess. See to my guests’ food and
beverage needs. Smile and move gracefully throughout the rooms as
you care for my special guests. I want every eye on you. I want
them to envy me for the beauty only I control.”

The way Master Anderson talked made her long
to please him. “It will be my honor, Master Anderson.”

“Tonight I would prefer you to simply call
me Master, young Brie.”

She thought it was funny that Marquis had
forbidden her from using that title a short time earlier. “Yes,
Master.”

When they got to his home, an old Victorian,
he directed her to his bedroom. “Your clothes are laid out for you.
Dress and return to me.”

Brie hurried to the door he’d pointed out.
It was definitely a masculine bedroom, with a dark brown color
scheme, a leather lounger, and sports equipment on the wall. If his
decor was any indication, the man was heavily into rowing and
archery.

He had chosen a formfitting black dress for
her, along with fishnet hose and five-inch heels. She appreciated
his thoughtfulness concerning the heels. She gratefully exchanged
six-inch for five and sought out her Dom for the evening.

“Ah, my beauty. Come to your Master.”

Brie walked up to him and was taken by
surprise when he grabbed her ass and pressed her against his waist.
His massive arousal was easy to detect beneath his business suit.
“I remember your courage, young Brie. It stirs your Master to think
of it.”

She wanted to service his need and asked,
“How may I please you, Master?”

His smile was devastating, almost
heart-stopping. “As we still have a bit before guests arrive, I
believe now is a good time to show you my Room. I have a much nicer
set-up in my other home…”

He walked her down a narrow hallway and
unlocked the door at the end, then ushered her inside. It was
illuminated by a soft, candle-like glow. She was immediately drawn
to the wall of extensive BDSM toys and equipment, including his
infamous bullwhip.

“Lie on the table so that I may play with
you.”

“Do you want me to disrobe, Master?”

“Only the dress.”

He went over to his wall and scanned his
equipment, apparently looking for something in particular while she
removed her dress and lay down for him.

“Ah, there it is…”

Master Anderson approached Brie, holding a
black hood. She felt a bit queasy as he gently placed it over her
head and secured it around her neck. It took away a sense of self
to have the hood cover her face, and she didn’t like it.

“First time with a hood?” he asked, although
it sounded as if he already knew her answer.

She nodded, feeling mute under the black
sheath.

“It will heighten different senses. Don’t
you feel it?”

She realized he was right. Her sense of
touch was magnified because of her sight and smell being taken
away. Even her sense of hearing was affected as she listened to
herself breathe inside the hood.

She felt a light, prickling sensation run up
her inner thigh. Goose bumps took over the area. She heard his
light chuckle. “You must be new to the Wartenberg Wheel as well. It
is a charming tool. I can lightly tickle or bring prickling pain.”
She stiffened at his words, but he responded by caressing her thigh
with his warm hand. “I do not cause pain needlessly, young Brie.
Every tool, every action is gauged to bring the most pleasure.
Tonight, I tease your body as I acquaint you with something
new.”

Brie relaxed and gave in to the sensation.
He ran the spur-like wheel over her exposed skin, acclimating her
to its unique pleasure. Once he had her skin tingling from it, she
heard his belt buckle being undone.

She was surprised to feel his shaft press
against her pussy and immediately reacted. “I can’t!” Brie tried to
scoot backwards, but he held her still. She cried out from inside
the hood, “I can only couple with my trainer if other trainers are
around, Master.”

He chuckled lightly as his tight grip on her
loosened. “Ah, but I am not technically a staff member of the
Center. The rules do not apply to me, young Brie.”

She nodded her head inside the hood and
relaxed back on the table.

“Do not worry, I wouldn’t risk your training
or my reputation,” he said soothingly as he began caressing her
pussy with his massive cock. He spread her legs wider, coating his
manhood with her juices as he readied Brie for penetration.

When he finally pushed the head of his large
shaft inside her, she found herself grunting from effort. She’d
forgotten just how big Master Anderson was and had to force her
body to relax to a greater degree. Master was a challenging man to
receive.

“So tight,” he exclaimed appreciatively as
he pushed himself in deeper.

Brie could just imagine his immense manhood
opening her up. The vision of it turned her on and she tilted her
hips to further his progress.

“Good…” he growled hoarsely. Master Anderson
began thrusting his dick into her, causing Brie to cry out. There
was nothing like being filled past capacity to make a girl lose
herself. Her senses blurred as Master Anderson fucked her with his
mammoth cock. It pulled and tugged her into another reality. Soon
she felt him shudder inside her warm depths.

It gave Brie an intoxicating sense of power.
Not only could she take his manly shaft in its entirety, but she
could bring him nirvana.

Master Anderson quickly disengaged and
removed the hood. “The favor shall be returned later, but for now
we must receive our guests.”

He helped her with her dress and teased her
hair to maintain the just-fucked look. Then he cleaned his
instrument before returning it to the wall.

He turned to her and grinned enchantingly.
“Let the fun begin.”

The two walked into the foyer just in time
to receive the first of his many guests. Brie about dropped to her
knees when she opened the door to Mr. Holloway, the producer of two
of the most popular cable series on TV. Her big chance stood before
her, and all she could do was stare at him like a complete
idiot.

Master Anderson came up behind her, placing
his hand on the small of her back while holding out the other to
give the producer’s a hearty shake. “I am glad you could make it,
Mr. Holloway. I know Miss Bennett is grateful to make your
acquaintance as well.”

“Ah, yes, Miss Bennett. The table
trick.”

Brie blanched at his remark.

He seemed to find amusement in her
discomfort and smiled. “So Gray didn’t tell you I was the
designated lookout in case you failed in your task to be
discreet.”

To hide her shock, she shook her head
good-naturedly and asked, “May I take your coat, Mr. Holloway?”

He shrugged off his jacket and handed it to
her, then dug into his shirt pocket and pulled out a card. “Gray
says you are filming a documentary about the Center. I should have
some time off in three months. Give me a call then and I’ll give it
a look.”

Brie took the card and answered in a calm
voice, “I will be sure to do that, thank you.” Thank heavens for
her sub training! It saved her from falling all over him and making
a fool of herself.

Within an hour, the house was full to
capacity and Brie was running around serving drinks, along with
exotic finger foods prepared by her two friends. She was floating
on cloud nine. Mr. Holloway knew who she was and wanted to look at
her documentary! Her break had finally come and it was all due to
Marquis Gray, the man she’d nearly poisoned with her cooking
earlier. She kissed the card and grinned to herself.

Brie suspected there were several
submissives in attendance based on their postures and attentiveness
to their ‘dates’. It became obvious when she walked into the study
to care for her guests and found a submissive bent over an
armchair, receiving a hard pounding. Seeing it so unexpectedly was
both a shock and a turn-on.

The participants ignored her, so she quietly
left the room and headed to the large entertainment area, where she
was treated to another copulation scene. This time it was a young
man taking a dick deep in the ass via a skinny but lusty
Latino.

Master Anderson walked over to Brie,
ignoring the erotic scene. “I have a friend I would like you to
meet.” He guided her over to a scenic window where an Australian
she’d served earlier was waiting. He was of Aboriginal ancestry,
with a wide face and beautiful dark skin. His accent had delighted
her when she’d heard it earlier but he was extremely quiet, so she
asked a question in order to get him to speak. “What may I serve
you?”

Master Anderson answered for him. “Actually,
young Brie, the item he seeks is you.”

She was suddenly reminded of Rytsar’s party.
However, this time her Master wanted to ‘share’. She glanced over
at the young sub and saw the Latino had brought out a paddle. A
party devoted to sub play… What a concept.

Brie turned to Master Anderson. She was open
to the experience, so she bowed low at his feet. “What is your
pleasure, Master?”

“That’s my beauty. Present yourself to us,”
her Master commanded.

She immediately dropped to the floor before
the men, her head down and her legs as open as her little black
dress would allow. She felt them both caress her as they slowly
removed her clothing. The Aborigine had a soft touch, light like a
feather. It intrigued Brie, and she began to focus on his subtle
caresses because of the delirious way they made her feel.

She felt Master Anderson leave her side, but
was distracted when her other partner began nibbling on her hip
bone. It was light and ticklish, making her twist and writhe
underneath him. His laughter had a lilting quality she found
charming. He continued to tease her until Master Anderson
returned.

She saw he had a set of nipple clamps in his
hand, connected by a delicate chain. She bit her lip, feeling her
loins close up. Clamping her nipples had never been enjoyable. It
was simply something to endure for her Dom’s pleasure.

“Not a fan of the clamps?” Master Anderson
asked.