Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (7 page)

Out of the blue, Mr. Gallant addressed Brie.
“Did you do your assignment?”

She wanted to shrink away in embarrassment
with Blondie watching, but she looked him in the eye and answered,
“Yes.”

“Please demonstrate.”

Brie stood up gracefully and immediately
felt the pain of being in the six-inch heels all day. Her mouth
puckered in distress, but she didn’t make a sound.

“Lips,” he commanded.

She relaxed her mouth by opening it
slightly. Brie walked around the room, concentrating on the click
of the high heels to distract her from the anguish. She looked in
his direction and was disappointed that he wore no expression on
his face—positive or negative.

“Sit back down.”

Brie did so gratefully, assuming no
reprimand meant she had done well enough. She hid the extreme
relief she felt at getting off her throbbing feet. If she had been
alone, she would have thrown the painful shoes across the room and
rubbed her aching toes.

Mr. Gallant addressed the class as a whole.
“Your first practicum of the night is about to begin. You are
expected to follow the common etiquette we discussed here in class.
They will judge each of you on how well you adhere to what you’ve
learned. Proceed to room twelve and make me proud.”

A new room meant new adventures! The thought
made Brie giddy and overrode the pain of the shoes. She felt as if
she were walking on clouds as she made her way to Sir.

Choosing to Obey

Brie glided into room twelve, hoping to see
Sir. Just like on the first night, the trainers were sitting at a
table in the front of the class. The room itself looked like a
dance studio, with its smooth wooden floor and its walls lined with
mirrors. The only thing missing was a handrail for ballerinas. At
the table sat her four trainers: the bodybuilder on the far end,
the ghostlike man with the penetrating eyes in the middle alongside
the severe-looking Dominatrix, and Sir.

Before they advanced into the room, Sir
commanded the girls take off their shoes. Brie saw him glance
towards her, so she quickly averted her eyes. Brie kept them down,
but it was difficult when all she wanted to do was drink in his
presence. She stood silently, double-checking that her body was
communicating openness.

“Ms. Taylor, you are slouching
unattractively,” Sir announced.

Out of the corner of her eye, Brie saw the
young woman stand up straighter. “Sorry, Sir.”

“Be aware of yourself at all times.
Remember, there are four of us watching you carefully.” He stood up
from the table and walked over to the students. Brie remembered to
follow him with the turn of her head while still looking down.

“You will be practicing movement today. The
mirrors are here to aid you in finding the most graceful ways to
kneel, present, and rest. For now, I want you to lay your shoes by
the door and line up in front of the panel.”

They quickly did his bidding, lining
themselves in a row before the trainers. She noticed Sir standing
next to Blonde Nemesis. “Show me, Miss Wilson, how you would
kneel.”

The other girls watched from under hooded
eyes as Blondie knelt down. Her hands were open and loose at her
sides, but her legs were spread apart seductively, showing off her
crotch. Was she trying to flirt with him?

“I am not your Dom and we are in a public
setting. This is not appropriate.”

Sir moved over to Brie. “Kneel.”

She knelt down slowly with her hands at her
sides, open and relaxed. She kept her legs closed and her back
straight. Even though the position was not exactly comfortable, she
remembered to keep her mouth relaxed.

“Put your arms behind your back,” he
commanded.

She did so, but did not stick out her chest
overly much, trying to keep a modest pose.

“Class, look at Miss Bennett. This is an
appropriate stance. Kneel similarly.”

The three other women knelt before the
trainers with their hands behind their backs. Brie glanced in the
mirror, liking the way she looked.

“Clasp your hands behind your necks,” he
ordered. They all followed his instruction. “Ms. Taylor, you are
slouching again.” Once the girl readjusted, he told them, “Now,
hands at your sides.”

He walked past each of the women and stopped
at Miss Sanders. “Your hands look awkward. Look in the mirror to
see what I mean.”

Sanders repositioned her hands after
checking herself. “Much better,” he complimented.

Brie craved his attention and wanted him to
return to her.

“I want you to turn towards a mirror and try
out the various kneeling positions until you find one that feels
most comfortable and sensual to you.”

Brie was disappointed when Sir went back to
his seat, but she turned towards the mirror and practiced kneeling.
She eventually decided sitting on her calves with her hands behind
her back was the most pleasant position for her.

Ms. Clark, the Dominatrix, spoke up. “Decide
on a stance and take it now.”

The girls faced the trainers again, with
eyes still averted, and got into proper kneeling positions.

“Fine. Keep those positions until we return
in a half-hour.” One of the girls gasped and Ms. Clark snapped
back, “Not another sound from any of you. Do not move until we
return.”

The four trainers walked out of the
room.

Brie hated seeing Sir leave; it was as if he
had taken a part of her with him. Kneeling on the hard floor with
the other girls was not what she had expected. However, she was
determined to impress the trainers by obeying their command
perfectly.

She closed her eyes and daydreamed about Sir
touching her. His warm hands caressed her breasts and pulled at her
hard nipples. Then they made a leisurely trip down between her
legs. Sir unapologetically explored her depths with his fingers.
Brie opened her legs wider for him, denying him nothing even when
his fingers sought out her tight little asshole. She held her
breath as he pushed two fingers inside. It hurt, but she didn’t
protest because she wanted more of him. He groaned in satisfaction
as he replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, bracing
himself to thrust. “Are you ready to please me?”

“Kneeling hurts,” Taylor said, interrupting
her delicious daydream.

“Shh…” Sanders cautioned.

“No, really. I thought we were going to have
fun. I was looking forward to more wild sex. I didn’t sign up for
floor sitting.”

Brie suddenly wondered if there were cameras
hidden in the room. Could the trainers see and hear them?
Regardless, she was going to pretend Sir was watching her right
now. He would expect her to obey to the letter. She closed her eyes
again and tried to ignore Taylor when she started cracking
jokes.

“Hey, Bennett, you know you are a submissive
when you wish your MasterCard would give you orders.”

Blonde Nemesis laughed aloud and Brie was
sorely tempted to join her, but she swallowed several times and
kept silent. She chose to think instead of being whipped by Sir for
her disobedience. The more she thought about it, however, the more
she wondered if she’d like it. The way Sanders had enjoyed her
whipping the day before made Brie think it might not be
unpleasant.

By the time the trainers returned, the room
was quiet again. “You may stand,” Ms. Clark announced.

Taylor scrambled up, groaning loudly. Brie
concentrated on trying to move gracefully even though her body was
stiff. She stumbled a little, but got to her feet.

The ghostly white trainer stood up and
addressed the girls. “Look me in the eye and tell me if you obeyed
the command.”

Blondie spoke first. “Yes, Marquis
Gray.”

Sanders was next in line and answered, “I
did, Marquis Gray.”

Brie wondered what Taylor would say, but the
girl remained silent.

Brie looked into Marquis’ intense eyes and
almost lost her power of speech. It was as if he was looking into
her soul, wanting to devour her. “I did as you commanded, Master.”
She blanched a little and corrected herself. “Marquis Gray.”

He snorted. “You may call me Master if you
wish.” There seemed so much more behind his words than a simple
jest. It made her quiver inside.

Blondie tattled shamelessly. “Marquis Gray,
Taylor did not follow your command.”

He glanced Blondie’s way, but did not
acknowledge her. Instead, he looked at Ms. Taylor and asked, “Is
this true?”

She responded immediately, “Yes, Marquis
Gray.”

“What did you fail to obey?”

“I talked, sir.”

“Is that all?”

Blondie spoke up again. “She made jokes and
complained. She tried to ruin it for the rest of us.”

Marquis Gray’s eyes narrowed as he glared at
Taylor. “I do not think you are worthy of our training.”

Brie didn’t want to see Taylor go; she
really liked the girl’s sense of humor. “Marquis Gray, do I have
permission to speak?”

He walked over to her and moved in
invasively close. Brie’s nostrils were assaulted by his manly scent
and she felt the heat of his breath on her cheek. “Speak,” he
commanded.

“Ms. Taylor was trying to…keep our spirits
up. I do not feel she should be punished for trying to help.”

“Should you be punished then?” he asked in a
deep, ominous tone.

She quickly answered in the negative. “Only
if it pleases you.”

He leaned in next to her ear and whispered
hoarsely, “Ah, but it would please me…”

Brie felt her insides contract in fear.
Marquis Gray moved back to the table and the four trainers
discussed the situation quietly amongst themselves.

Had Brie just ruined her chance with Sir by
standing up for Taylor? She had to fight off the tears burning her
eyes. She was determined to remain strong and take the punishment
with dignity. Taylor glanced her way with an apologetic look in her
eye. Blondie, however, gloated. Brie wanted to wring her thin,
little neck.

Sir stood up. He smiled pleasantly at her
nemesis and stated, “I will speak with you privately, Miss Wilson,
following the practicum.”

Brie’s heart fell. Had he chosen a new
favorite based on her actions?

Marquis Gray addressed Taylor. “Your
disobedience must be punished, regardless of the reasons for it.
You will be joining me at the end of the practicum.”

Neither trainer spoke to Brie. They
continued the practicum with no further explanation. Master Coen,
the overly muscular trainer, snapped his fingers. Four attractive
men entered the room and stood before each of the girls. Brie faced
a gorgeous man with long, dark bangs that partially covered his
eyes. He had a sexy Asian look to him that reminded Brie of her
favorite character in Japanese anime. His features were definitely
pleasing, but all she could think about was Sir.

Master Coen addressed the group. “Your Doms
will be teaching you basic positions. We will be observing how well
you respond to their instruction. Expect to be critiqued
afterwards.” He sat back down, picked up a pen and began scribbling
something. She wondered which of them had already screwed up.

Brie closed her eyes and was instantly hit
with a vision of Sir taking Blondie in his office. It tore at her
heart. Then her Dom commanded, “Look at me.” She opened her eyes
and gazed into the richest chocolate brown eyes she’d ever
seen.

“You will address me as Tono.” His voice had
a velvety quality that thrilled her.

“Yes, Tono.”

During his instruction, Tono’s hands moved
constantly over her skin, correcting, caressing, and teasing her.
Brie kept taking quick glances at his magnetic eyes, captivated by
them. He caught her several times but did not correct her.

Tono carefully instructed her on how to
‘kneel up’ and ‘kneel down’, what stance to take while at ‘rest’,
and the kneeling position he preferred in a private setting.
“Spread your legs in a tempting V for me and clasp your hands
tightly behind your back so that I can enjoy those beautiful
breasts.” When she did, he lightly grazed her nipples through the
corset and her whole body tingled with sexual tension.

His final lesson was on how she should
‘present’ herself to him. “I need you on your hands and knees, back
arched, chest forward, head down, legs spread far apart so
everything is displayed for my pleasure.”

Just his description made her loins wet. She
followed his instructions, but he nudged her legs out even farther
and told her to arch her back more. The position was uncomfortable,
but she had no doubt the view he had was revealing. She took a
quick glance in the mirror. The line of her body reminded her of a
cat in heat.

His hands caressed her ass underneath the
skirt and then moved up her back to her hair. He grabbed at a
handful of her brown curls and pulled her head back to kiss her.
“You learn well, toriko.”

Ms. Clark ordered the girls to undress and
kneel beside their Doms. Brie tried to remain graceful as she undid
her corset and shimmied out of her skirt. She slowly unrolled her
hose and stepped out of them. Brie walked over to Tono and knelt
down sensually. She was desperate to see the look on Sir’s face, to
know if he was displeased with her. However, she kept her eyes down
and waited for her next instruction.

Sir stayed at the table, but addressed the
girls individually. It was another round of humiliating critiques.
None of them was spared, including Brie. Ms. Clark seemed
especially disgusted with her. “Are you aware that you interacted
with your Dom as if he was your intimate lover and not your
superior? You were constantly looking him in the eye.”

Brie nodded her head once in acknowledgment.
Master Coen spoke next. “You must remember your place, Miss
Bennett. I believe your Dom was being overly lenient with you
today. I also noticed you were stiff in your movements. Practice
your transitions.”