What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (108 page)

Monday morning came far too soon. Even though she was looking forward to her evening classes, getting through another tedious day at the tobacco shop was pure torture. There was also the added pressure of knowing they were going to be rated by their weekend Doms. What if Ms. Clark was right and she had highly overrated herself?
Master Coen and Ms. Clark will never let me live it down.

“Brie, what’s wrong with you today?” Mr. Reynolds asked with genuine concern. “You’ve put all the cigarettes in the wrong spots. You’ll have to redo them all.”

She gave out an irritated sigh. Stocking the cigarettes wasn’t even her job, but Jeff was on vacation in Florida with the owner of the shop. In fact, all of the employees except Mr. Reynolds and Brie were sunning themselves in Florida. She noted it was another reason
not
to hire family when running a business.

She pulled the cigarettes off the shelves and started over, apologizing to him. “I’m sorry, sir… No, I mean, Mr. Reynolds.” Brie felt heat rise to her cheeks. Calling anyone else ‘sir’ felt wrong, no matter how she meant it. He looked at her oddly, but let it pass.

Brie was extremely grateful when her shift was over. She raced home to get ready for class and arrived at the Training Center fifteen minutes early. She was shocked to find Blue Eyes at the entrance of the school, apparently waiting to talk to her. He held out his hand and formally introduced himself. “Hi, my name is Todd Wallace.”

She hesitated and did not immediately shake his hand. Seeing him here was disconcerting, considering the last time they’d met he’d called the cops to rescue her from a supposed kidnapping.

He chuckled self-consciously. “I want to apologize again for this weekend. I never meant to embarrass you.”

She smiled slightly and took his hand. “That’s okay. I appreciate that you were looking out for my welfare.”

He seemed relieved and gave her a crooked grin. “I didn’t realize there is another school on this campus. So…you’re studying to be a submissive?”

She burned with—what? Guilt? Shame? It was the first time someone from outside the school had known what she was doing. Well, she had no reason to feel ashamed, so she answered, “Yes, I am currently enrolled in the Training Center.”

“That’s great… I mean, I never knew such a thing existed until I checked the website.”

She knew exactly what Blue Eyes had found when he’d clicked on the website—all kinds of erotic photos of women in various BDSM poses. The last thing she needed was a total novice thinking he had a chance with her.

“Well, I can’t be late for class.” She brushed past him and hurried to the elevator.

Mr. Gallant was preparing for his lesson and acknowledged her with a slight nod. She sat down and waited patiently for the bell to ring. Her eyes were riveted to the papers lying on his desk. Those had to be their evaluations. She hoped he would keep the contents of them private, but knowing the school’s emphasis on teaching the girls as a unit, she suspected everyone would know how she’d rated with Rytsar Durov.

She let out a nervous sigh and Mr. Gallant glanced up at her. “Anything wrong, Miss Bennett?”

She graced him with a tense smile. “Just curious about my evaluation, Mr. Gallant.”

He nodded his head in understanding, but did not relieve her fears by reassuring her.

Both Mary and Lea entered the classroom at the same time. Once they were seated, he began the class—a full five minutes before the bell.

“I know you are all curious to know what your Doms thought of you, so I won’t drag it out any longer than necessary. However, I have a question I want you to ponder before you look over your evaluations. Do you believe it is possible to be the
perfect
sub?”

Brie would have answered yes, but the tone in which he’d asked the question made her think it was the wrong answer.
But why couldn’t a submissive become the best at everything?
Surely, it had to be possible—it was her single driving goal.

He handed Lea her evaluation first. “Master Harris gave you an overall rating of five. Very good, considering your three days of training. Please look over the individual points so you can identify your strengths and weaknesses.”

He walked over to Mary next. “Tono Nosaka chose not to give you a final rating because of your episode. However, he did comment on those elements he experienced with you.” If Blonde Nemesis was embarrassed, she sure didn’t show it. She took the evaluation and calmly glanced through it.

Mr. Gallant walked over to Brie last. “Miss Bennett, Rytsar Durov gave you a rating of seven. Very unusual considering your level of training and his expertise. Note the areas of weakness and seek to improve on them.” She was stunned when he gave her a little wink as he handed the paper over. Mr. Gallant was proud of her, and it thrilled her to no end.

Suck on that, Ms. Clark!
she thought. As she studied the evaluation, Brie was humbled by Rytsar’s comments. “Great potential. Attractive presentation. An enthusiastic fuck. Played her part well, but with an individual flair.” But it was his negative comments that stayed with her. “Resisted a simple command. Severely lacking in oral skills. Ignored her Master in the initial car ride from the school.”

Brie burned with shame. She’d always thought she was good at giving head. To be criticized for severely lacking in that department was humiliating. She was also mortified to realize she’d obsessed over Tono purchasing Mary when she should have focused solely on her Dom. It didn’t matter whether he had been paying attention to her at the time or not. Rytsar had been right to call her on it.

Mr. Gallant spoke up after giving them several minutes to digest their evaluations. “You were told that we would focus this week’s training around your evaluations. After reading through them, it is quite obvious you three are beginners when it comes to oral skills. This week we will have to start with the basics.”

Brie actually sighed with relief.
At least we all suck. Well…we suck, but not very well.

Mr. Gallant took three chairs and placed them at the front of the classroom. “Please join me up here,” he instructed.

The girls moved over to the seats. Thankfully, Lea sat in the middle so Brie did not have to sit next to Mary, who was eyeing her with loathing. Mary was obviously jealous of her rating and that made Brie quite happy.

An extremely handsome man with wheat-colored hair and hunky muscles entered the classroom. He immediately stripped out of his clothes before standing before them. Brie couldn’t help staring, because the man was mightily endowed.

Mr. Gallant took a small pointer and gave them an anatomy lesson. “Here is a quick list of the sensitive areas of the penis. The slit on the tip of the penis is called the meatus. The corona is the ridge around the head of the penis. The frenulum is the stringy bit just under the head of the cock. The base is just above the testicles. All of these points are highly sensitive and provide maximum stimulation. Naturally, you will need to be aware what is pleasurable and not pleasurable for each Dom.” He slid the pointer up and down the man’s large dick. “Many women mistake stroking the shaft as adequate stimulation. Although it is an important part of fellatio, the shaft has the least number of nerve endings.”

The simple touches of the pointer were having an effect on the model. His large dick was becoming even more impressive.

Mr. Gallant continued, “Massaging the balls can boost the feeling of erection, especially scrunching them gently upwards. Taking the balls into your mouth and sucking lightly will also add to his pleasure. The perineum is the area between the testicles and the anus. Do not forget this area. You can stimulate it with either a finger caress or a lick. Pay particular attention to the amount of pressure your partner enjoys.”

He held out the pointer and asked Brie to take it. “Please point out the areas as I name them.”

She looked shyly at the model. What did it feel like to be an anatomy lesson for a small group of submissives? Then it struck her. He was a submissive too, no different than they were. It gave her a little more courage when Mr. Gallant told her to point out where the frenulum was. He seemed pleased that she had listened and was able to successfully identify all the body parts as they were called out.

He had her sit down and did the same with the other two girls. Poor Lea was not the studious type and made several mistakes. Mr. Gallant patiently went over the names until she had correctly identified each one. After Lea had sat back down, he dismissed their hunky model. The poor man had to re-dress with his massive hard-on straining against his pants. He left the classroom, walking stiffly. Brie felt for him—sometimes the life of a submissive was not an easy one.

“Ladies, your practicums this evening will test what you have just learned. I expect you will have far more success now you are better acquainted with penis basics. Make good use of your newfound knowledge.”

The girls went back to their original seats to collect their belongings. Brie was more than ready to begin the first practicum of the night. However, Mr. Gallant asked them to sit down again.

“You will have homework this week. Please take this home and practice relaxing your gag reflexes.” He handed each of them a skin-colored phallus. Brie was frightened by the width and size of it, even though it was only six inches long. “It is flexible, like a real penis, and has been made especially for this practice. You are
not
allowed to use medication to relax your gag reflexes artificially.”

Brie looked at it again with trepidation. She’d gagged on a toothbrush while brushing her teeth before. How the heck was she going to take a cock down her throat?

T
he girls spent the night on their knees, servicing the cocks of unknown Doms. Sir commanded the area to stimulate and whether it was to be with the tongue, lips, teeth, or manual caresses. Her new Dom for the second practicum was of Italian descent. His long, dark hair was tied back in a sexy ponytail. Even better, he had waxed his pubic hair so that she could thoroughly taste and tease all his manly parts. Servicing him was a pleasurable education. She watched him shiver and groan while she experimented with his cock. His body language, guttural noises and hand movements told her exactly what pleased him most.

Ms. Clark—who had been unusually subdued that night—announced at the end of the session, “Unless your Dom says otherwise, assume you will be swallowing his ejaculation. This is an honor.”

As if on cue, Brie’s Dom began thrusting his cock faster in preparation of his climax. His semen shot into her mouth. She instinctively understood the importance of swallowing his male essence and gulped with enthusiasm, wanting to receive that part of him.

Brie heard one of the other girls gagging, and felt sorry for her—and the Dom. To have his seed rejected was unacceptable. However, she also sympathized with the girl who wanted to take it, but whose body was struggling to accept the taste and consistency. Brie was lucky that the idea of his gift had more than compensated for the bitter taste of her Dom’s viscous come. She’d enjoyed connecting with him in such an intimate manner.

Her Italian Dom stroked her hair in appreciation afterwards. She looked up at him and purred, “Thank you.”

After the Dom had left the room, Master Coen pulled her aside to talk to her privately. “Miss Bennett, I am sure you are pleased with the rating Rytsar Durov gave you, but I caution you not to let it go to your head. You made several grievous errors as a submissive. What is acceptable as a beginner will be frowned upon later on.”

She kept her eyes lowered. “I understand, Master Coen. Trust me, I am upset by my mistakes. I will do my best to overcome them.”

“See that you do.” He paused for a moment. “I feel it is necessary to tell you that I am still opposed to you remaining in the program, but not because I doubt your abilities.”

She looked up at him in surprise. “I don’t understand.”

“You are causing dissension within the panel. This is not acceptable. The strength of the program depends heavily on the cohesiveness of the trainers. For whatever reason, you are disrupting that.”