Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (56 page)

She sneaked a peek at him. “No, Master.”

“Shall I change that?”

Brie doubted he had that kind of power, but
she appreciated his offer. “Please, Master.”

She watched as he unscrewed the alligator
clamps. He turned to her other partner and said, “Cobar, would you
do the honors?”

Cobar’s dark hands moved to her nipples, and
he began pinching and tugging on them ever so lightly. Because she
was already sensitized to his unique touch, her nipples hardened
instantaneously.

“I see you have a way with her,” Master
Anderson commented. “Very good.” He placed the device on her nipple
and clamped it shut. It barely squeezed her nipple because it was
so loose. Then he began tightening the screw. “Let me know when it
starts to feel uncomfortable.”

Brie nodded and soon voiced her discomfort.
He turned it one more full rotation and she squeaked. “It will
start to feel better in a few seconds.” He moved to the other
nipple and used the same technique. Brie’s nipples throbbed, but
not in an unbearable way like they had in the past, and she felt
the heat rush to her pussy. Master Anderson truly was a talented
Dom. No wonder Sir respected him so much.

“And now for the pièce de résistance.” He
put the chain in her mouth. “Pull on it to your comfort level. Up
and side to side.”

Brie did as he asked and felt her nipples
tug in the direction of her mouth. It was erotic to have that kind
of control over her own nipple stimulation. She experimented with
how much tension she could handle, completely forgetting about the
men until Master Anderson spoke.

“I never tire of that, Cobar. I don’t
believe there is anything more exquisite than a woman pleasuring
herself.”

“Although it is beautiful, Brad, there is
something I enjoy more.” Her new partner moved between her legs and
started fingering her pussy, taking light licks of her clit. Brie
moaned against the chain.

“Somehow, I’m not surprised…” Master
Anderson murmured as he leaned over and began sucking on her
neck.

Oh, my God, I am in sub heaven
, Brie
thought.

Mind Over Matter

After such an erotic party, Brie had
struggled to fall asleep. She’d never guessed what hotness lay
behind Master Anderson’s reserved manner. That Dom was a
submissive’s dream—if that sub wasn’t already torn between four
men. Brie chose not to dwell on her decision. She trusted Sir’s
assertion that comparing Dominants side by side would make it
evident who was her true Master. Besides, Brie wasn’t about to let
her indecision ruin her last few days of training.

She was surprised the next evening when she
entered the room for her practicum. Lea was already there, kneeling
in her ritual pose, waiting for acknowledgement. Brie quickly
stripped off her corset and knelt beside her. Even though they
couldn’t speak to one another, it was exciting to be in class
together.

Mary showed up a minute later and bowed at
the threshold of the door.

Sir’s smooth voice flowed over Brie. “Before
you begin your practicums tonight, we have a longstanding tradition
at this school.” He stood up and walked over to Lea first. “Stand
before the panel, Lea Taylor.”

Lea stood up, but kept her head bowed.

He walked to Brie next and touched her on
the shoulder. She trembled under his hand and wondered if he could
feel it. “Brianna Bennett, stand before the panel.”

She rocked back on her heels and stood up.
His proximity felt like the disturbance in the air before a
lightning strike.

He walked over to Mary last. “Mary Wilson,
come forward and stand before the panel.”

Mary moved up beside Brie. The three
submissives were now in a straight line in front of the panel. It
felt like old times again.

Master Coen spoke to the students. “You are
coming to the end of your training at the Center. As a reward for
your dedication, one of your trainers will fulfill the last entry
in your journal.”

Brie stopped breathing.
Please don’t let
it be Ms. Clark!

Marquis Gray stood up with their fantasy
journals. He walked over and handed them out to each of the girls.
“You will pick a name at random. The trainer selected is your
partner for the scene. You will then hand over your journal.” He
sat back down before adding, “Expect to hear from your chosen
trainer tomorrow before class begins.”

Ms. Clark got up next and walked over to the
girls, holding a red velvet bag in her hand. She addressed Lea
first—naturally. “Pick a name, Ms. Taylor.”

Lea stuck her hand in and swirled it around
a few times before choosing. She pulled out a piece of paper, which
Ms. Clark took from her. The Domme opened it up and announced,
“Master Anderson.”

Lea obediently walked over to the trainer
and handed over her book. Brie couldn’t help noticing the blush
that colored both Lea’s cheeks and her chest.
Must be happy
about getting Master of the Bullwhip as her partner.

Ms. Clark skipped over Brie and went to Mary
next. Mary dug into the bag and unceremoniously handed her choice
over to Ms. Clark. “Master Coen,” the trainer stated.

Mary dutifully handed her journal to the
muscled trainer. Knowing of her friend’s hots for the guy, Brie
suspected she was pleased, but Mary didn’t show it.

Ms. Clark then turned to Brie. Only three
names remained: Sir, Marquis, and…Ms. Clark. Brie tentatively put
her hand into the bag, as if it were full of poisonous snakes. As
soon as her fingers landed on a piece of paper she grasped it. She
was certain it was the Domme’s name, but her fingers wouldn’t let
it go. Brie slowly drew it out and handed it over with an inward
groan. She watched Ms. Clark’s face as the trainer opened it and
was disheartened when her eyes narrowed.

Double crap!

The Domme frowned when she announced, “Sir
Thane Davis.”

Brie wobbled a little, not quite believing
it.

“Don’t just stand there. Hand the journal
over, Miss Bennett,” she barked.

On feet that seemed not to touch the ground,
Brie glided over to Sir and gave him her precious fantasy journal.
His face was devoid of emotion as he took it from her. Brie did not
miss the look of reservation on Marquis’ face and understood that
Sir would have to tread lightly.

As she walked back to the girls, she gave
them a huge victory grin.
A whole night alone with Sir!
She
could just die.

Her joy was soon tempered, however. After
Ms. Clark sat down, Sir addressed the girls. “Tonight you will each
be working with one of the trainers in an area requiring specific
expertise. Based on your recent questionnaires, as well as our
observations over the last six weeks, we feel tonight’s exposure
will benefit you. If the experience proves to be more than you can
handle, you are free to use your safe words. Keep in mind that you
are in the hands of experts. We would not jeopardize your health or
well-being.” His warning sent prickles down Brie’s back.

“Miss Wilson, you have expressed an interest
in blood play. Marquis Gray is well versed in the practice, so you
will join him in room nineteen.”

“Thank you, Sir,” Mary said, her voice
hinting at her obvious excitement.

“Miss Bennett, you will be joining Ms. Clark
to experience erotic hypnosis in room thirty.”

Brie wanted to cry out for mercy, but she
bowed her head and said, “Thank you, Sir.” If enduring Ms. Clark
was the price she must pay to be with Sir, so be it.

“Ms. Taylor, you have shown interest in
fisting. Master Coen has extensive experience with the practice.
You will join him in room two.”

“Oh, thank you, Sir!”

Brie shuddered. What was Lea thinking? That
girl was into all kinds of kink.

“Miss Bennett and Ms. Taylor, you may
re-dress before you follow your trainers out. Miss Wilson, you are
free to leave with Marquis Gray.”

Mary looked positively radiant as she
followed Marquis out the door. Lea quickly slipped on her thong and
practically skipped behind Master Coen. Brie took her time as she
retied her corset. Ms. Clark was not in the mood to wait and came
over. She tied it far tighter than Brie was used to. The trainer
looked her over and said, “Now you look enchanting.”

Brie had to slow her breathing to endure the
tightness of the corset. Although the tighter look appealed to Ms.
Clark, it made serious demands on Brie’s body. It reminded her of
Tono’s binding, but was not nearly as sexy.

She left the safety of the panel to follow
the Domme to their designated room. Brie had images of being made
to cluck like a chicken. She thoroughly expected to be humiliated
by the woman, but at least she had the safe word. Tonight, of all
nights, she was grateful for that power.

Their heels echoed through the hallway
together. There was something sexy about the sound of it. Ms. Clark
opened the door to a room which contained a bed, a table set with
candles, and a single red satin chair.

“Undress except for the corset and lie on
the bed.”

Her Mistress went to a panel on the wall,
and suddenly the air was filled with soft music. She lit the
candles before she turned down the lights. Mistress looked
approvingly at Brie and said, “Your body looks charming in
candlelight.”

Two compliments within minutes of each
other? It didn’t seem natural, but Ms. Clark sounded sincere.
“Thank you, Mistress.”

Mistress removed her jacket and shirt
sensually, then she unzipped her tight business skirt and shimmied
it to the floor. Ms. Clark certainly had a knack for stripping. She
stood before Brie in a red bra and thong, with black garter belt
and hose accenting her long shapely legs. Brie found herself
thinking again,
If I had a thing for women, I think I would be
in love.

“Close your eyes and let me touch you.
Listen to my words, but do feel the need to focus. Let go and
relax…”

At first, Brie felt stupid. Her Domme
lightly brushed her hands over Brie’s skin, but she couldn’t stop
herself from twitching when Mistress grazed her mound.

“Let my fingers help you to unwind.”

Brie took a deep breath and forced her
muscles to relax. She put herself in the mind of a submissive. This
wasn’t about her—it was about giving in to the experience Mistress
was creating. It was okay if her body enjoyed the stimulation.

“That’s better… Listen to my voice and relax
for your Mistress. Let the tension drip from your fingertips to the
floor.”

Brie lay there willingly in the hands of her
Domme. The woman had a way with her delicate but sure touch, to
which Brie’s body responded. It wasn’t long before she was floating
on a blanket of calm.

Mistress laid a weighted blindfold over her
eyes. It served not only to blind, but also to lightly hold her
head in place. Surprisingly, it was comforting and Brie felt
another layer of resistance fall away.

“Do you smell the candles?” Mistress
asked.

“Yes, they smell of vanilla.”

“Odd. They are jasmine.”

Brie could just pick up the slightest hint
of jasmine.

“Jasmine aids in opening all your senses.
Concentrate on the smell and let it unlock your mental
boundaries.”

Brie was unsure if Mistress was playing a
trick on her, but when she inhaled again, she definitely detected
the distinct aroma and drew it into her body.

“Have you ever orgasmed to palm
stimulation?”

Brie would have shaken her head because she
was feeling so relaxed, but the blindfold prevented it so she
answered verbally. “No, Mistress.”

“Spread your legs apart slightly so that
your clit is exposed to the air.” Mistress helped her to position
her legs and cooed soothingly, “A lovely cunny…one that deserves to
climax.”

Hearing those erotic words come from Ms.
Clark’s lips helped Brie to understand Lea’s crush on the woman.
Whether the trainer was faking it or not, Brie’s pussy appreciated
her suggestion and was beginning to feel the heat.

Mistress took Brie’s right hand and turned
it palm side up. She lightly traced her fingernails over the
contours of the sub’s hand. It sent shivers throughout Brie’s
entire body.

Ms. Clark said soothingly, “As I stimulate
your palm you will begin to feel an ever-increasing temperature
rise in your loins. I want you to resist it. I do not want you to
come until I give you permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

She began making concentric circles in
Brie’s palm. Every time she reached the middle, the burning in
Brie’s groin intensified. “Resist it,” Mistress reminded her
gently.

Brie’s palm tingled with an electrical
current that traveled up her arm into her core. When Mistress took
her hand away for a second, Brie’s pussy began to throb. She gasped
when the fingertip returned and continued its sensual
stimulation.

“Is your pussy wet?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Is your pussy eager?”

Brie moaned, “Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you feel that burn deep inside?”

Brie’s inner muscles contracted lightly in
response. “Yes, Mistress.”

“Concentrate on your nipples. Are they
tightening in anticipation?”

Brie felt her nipples push against the
corset as they squeezed into hard buds. Her body was primed and
ready for the sexless orgasm.

Mistress stopped what she was doing and
brought Brie’s hand to her lips. Brie felt the lightest breath of
warm, moist air on her skin and whimpered.

“This time, I am going to count down from
five. When I reach one, you will come.”

Brie’s breathing came in short gasps.
Mistress gently laid Brie’s hand on her lap and started slowly
circling the inside of her palm. “Five…four…three…” Brie thighs
squeezed together of their own accord. “Two…” The chill washed over
her. “One…”