Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center

by Red Phoenix

  She pressed the record button and lay down on the bed. She looked at the camera shyly and then turned away. She wasn’t going to play for the camera. No, she wanted to pretend that it wasn’t there, that this was just her, alone, playing by herself.

  Brie couldn’t help smiling when she brought the red stick to her lips. It was just so thin and long. Talk about a pencil dick. She laughed and then began licking the heart-shaped head of the phallus. Brie closed her eyes so she could imagine that it was a cock she was teasing with her mouth. She twirled her tongue around the head and nibbled up the sides of the shaft. She sucked on just the tip and then slowly, ever so slowly took the length of it, centimeter by centimeter, into her mouth. The eight-inch toy was too long for her so she didn’t even attempt to take it all the way. Once it was comfortably in her mouth, she began thrusting it in and out as if it belonged to a real man. She made little mewing sounds, getting into the fantasy. Brie sneaked a hand down between her legs and was surprised that she was actually wet.

  She got on her hands and knees and held the phallus upright. She could just imagine the man at the tobacco shop lying on her bed with a raging hard-on, wanting her to suck him. She purred as her lips came down on the tiny cock, taking as much as she could without gagging. Brie moved up and down on it vigorously, stopping every now and then to tease the head with her teeth. She was getting horny and wanted desperately for the man to stuff his cock inside her.

  Since that wasn’t going to happen, Brie lay on her back and snaked the red toy down to her wet little mound. She lifted her hips up and teased the outside of her pussy with it.

  She closed her eyes again and pretended her partner was teasing her with his massive dick. He brushed it against her clit, rubbing it several times to make her ready for deep penetration. Then he rubbed the head of his cock around her opening, tempting her by barely entering and then backing away. She drove herself wild with her teasing. Finally, she allowed herself to push the phallus inside. At first, it was a major disappointment. She was so wet and loose that she couldn’t get any stimulation from it. She needed more girth to be satisfied.

  Brie changed tactics and began exploring herself with the phallus. How far could it go in without being uncomfortable? It turned out that, in her excited state, all the way and then some… She rubbed different areas of her vagina with the head, using various angles to find what felt good. There was one spot in particular on the roof of her vagina that treasured the attention. She began thrusting the phallus inside, keeping that angle.

  She continued to pretend that the man from the shop was fucking her hard with his large shaft. He was relentless, taking her for his own pleasure, but giving her pleasure in return. When she caught herself moaning, she instantly shut up. How silly—moaning over a stick.

  Brie pulled the tiny phallus out and examined it. It was covered in her womanly juices and looked exceedingly thin. She cocked her head, considering whether it was small enough not to hurt going inside her virginal ass. For a brief second, her insides contracted in pleasure at the thought. Maybe it won’t be so bad.

  However, Brie wouldn’t do it without lubricant. She jumped off the bed and turned off the camera, throwing sweats over her clothes. Fifteen minutes later, after a quick run to the store, she was back and recording, with a tube of gel in hand.

  She lay back on the bed and then giggled when she noticed she’d left her socks on. Brie quickly peeled them off and threw them across the room, making a basket in the hamper. “Score!” she yelled. She looked back at the camera and grinned.

  The tube of gel was a bit intimidating. She’d never used lube before, and associated it with nasty anal sex. Now Brie was about to introduce herself to nasty anal sex, and it scared her a little. At least she was in control and could stop if it hurt.

  She coated the thin red shaft with an overabundance of gel. For good measure, she rubbed the excess over her tight little hole. Knowing she was being recorded, Brie tried to rub her asshole sensually. Before long, she was actually enjoying the sensation, and she pushed just the tip of her middle finger inside. She was surprised at how tight and warm it was, but her anus resisted her invasion.

  By then, Brie was turned on enough to want more. The idea of introducing a foreign object into this forbidden part of her body made her juices flow. She took a deep breath and positioned the plastic phallus.

  The head, which had been laughably small, now seemed much too large. It was almost the width of one and a half fingers. She pushed it against her tight sphincter and felt her body clam up accordingly. “Relax,” she said out loud. She took several deep, calming breaths. Closing her eyes to concentrate, she imagined her tobacco man’s cock pushing against her ass. He wanted access to her. He longed to take her in this most intimate way, and she wanted him to have her.

  She got onto her hands and knees to better play out the scenario. Brie reached around and positioned the phallus again. In her mind, she rocked against his shaft, wanting him inside her, needing to hear his grunts and groans of pleasure. With a little more effort, the tip of the phallus slipped in. She gasped and stopped. It felt strange, and not necessarily sexy. She closed her eyes again, and her imaginary lover told her how tight she was. He was about to come just being inside her, but she wasn’t ready. She pushed the shaft in deeper. She could feel every part of it. For the first time, she was grateful for the size of the tiny phallus. Anything bigger would have scared her from trying.

  How far can I take it? With no need to rush, Brie slowly inserted most of the thin shaft inside her. She arched her back and could feel the phallus press against new places. How would it feel to really be taken in the ass? She took hold of the end and started pulling it out. Her body tightened around the head as if it was reluctant for the toy to leave. That was certainly a new sensation for her. She pushed it back in and felt the same resistance. Either way, her body tightened.

  Brie took it slowly, sliding the shaft in and out of herself. Still imagining her mystery man was taking her, she began moaning softly. He wanted to come inside her ass, covering the inside of her with his essence. “Yes…” she whispered. Faster now, she thrust it even deeper. The more she thrust, the more relaxed her body became. She laid her head down for support so that she could continue thrusting while she played with her clit. “Take me, Sir. Take me deeper,” she murmured.

  Brie rubbed her clit vigorously as she imagined him thrusting without mercy into her ass. The heat between her legs grew into an inferno. He was ready to come. He grabbed her buttocks and pushed in so deep that it made her scream. “Yes, Sir, oh, yes!” she panted. Her pussy began contracting in rhythmic waves as her orgasm consumed her. She stopped her hand movements as she enjoyed the ride. When it finally ended, she slowly pulled the phallus out.

  Brie jumped off the bed and walked up to the camera. “I guess I’m finished with my homework.” She chuckled softly as she turned it off.

  She’d never had that much fun by herself before. What would it be like to actually have a partner? She shivered pleasantly at the thought.

  Brie sat down and watched the entire thing, wondering if it needed editing. Just watching herself made her hot again. She decided not to make any cuts and burned it onto a DVD. She grabbed the paperwork and the financial form and slipped them in an envelope. She mailed it the next day by certified mail. Now she just needed to wait and see if she qualified for a scholarship.

  Class Begins

  Brie did not have to wait long to hear back. She received a large package in the mail three days later. She knew it was good news as soon as she recognized the Submissive Training Center crest on the parcel. Brie tore into the box and the first thing she saw was a letter:

  Dear Miss Bennett,

  We are happy to inform you that you’ve qualified for a full scholarship to the Submissive Training Center. Your entry was among the finest received by the school to date. We firmly believe the opportunity provided by our school will benefit you, now and in the future.

 
As stated when you first contacted us, you will begin the course immediately. Class starts tomorrow at 7:00 PM. You must be prompt and ready to learn. A school uniform has been provided.

  Understand that this six-week course is a rigorous undertaking. We will expect much from you but promise expert training in return.

  Sincerely,

  Thane Davis

  The letter had the most exquisite handwriting. Brie couldn’t believe a man had penned it and wondered if Thane Davis was the gentleman she’d met at the tobacco shop.

  She lifted the tissue paper away, expecting something similar to a high school uniform; instead, she found a miniskirt and leather top with laces up the front like a corset—both were dark brown. Also included was a pair of six-inch heels, some crotchless pantyhose with sexy seams up the back, and a red thong. The next item she pulled out was a tailored black trenchcoat. At the bottom of the box was an elaborate makeup kit with instructions to emphasize her eyes and lips. The instructions also noted that she was to wear her hair down.

  Brie was ecstatic about trying the uniform on. She didn’t really own sexy clothes. She was a filmmaker at heart, so a loose-fitting, not-too-flashy ensemble was the norm. As she slipped on the skirt and zipped it up, she finally understood why they had asked for body measurements in the paperwork. Each piece of clothing fit perfectly.

  It took a bit of adjusting to get the seam of her hose to go up her leg in a straight line. She strapped on the heels and almost toppled over when she stood up. Dang, the heels were hell to walk in. She stood in front of the mirror and looked herself over. The skirt was almost scandalous and the top accentuated the round fullness of her breasts. Those difficult heels did a real number on her legs, making her calves look shapely and elegant. The seam of the hose created a sensual trail for the eyes to follow. Everything about the outfit made her feel like a woman—a hot, sexy woman!

  She undid her ponytail and tossed her hair back and forth. Brie looked into the mirror again and saw an entirely different person looking back. This woman was alluring, more confident and ready to please. She wondered what would happen if she walked out of her apartment dressed like this. Brie giggled, realizing the necessity of the coat. She reluctantly took off her uniform and laid it over a chair to keep it wrinkle free for her first day of class.

  ****

  Getting through another tedious day at work was the ultimate torture. Brie was both excited and nervous about the upcoming session. Not knowing what the school was like or what would be expected of her was daunting. She was also wondering about the other students. Would they be friendly and helpful, or backstabbing bitches?

  She asked to leave a half-hour early. Mr. Reynolds, being the sweetie that he was, let her go and took the last part of her shift. Brie wanted time to get her clothes on and her makeup just right. Even though she had printed directions to the school, she left early to leave extra time in case she got lost. Being prompt was important to her.

  It took twenty minutes to arrive at the campus. The Training Center looked like any other community college. The parking lot was full of cars with normal-looking college students milling just outside the large brick building. Nothing about the older building hinted as to what was happening inside. Brie got out of her car and tightened the belt of her coat around her waist. She stumbled a couple of times as she made her way to the entrance. God, I hate high heels!

  A young man opened the door as she approached. Now, that is a pleasant change. She smiled at him and nodded in appreciation. Inside, she saw an information desk and headed directly to it. The woman at the desk smiled and asked, “Can I help you?”

  “Where do I go for the…Training Center?” Brie was embarrassed to say the full name in public.

  “It’s one floor down. Just take the elevator to your right.”

  “Thanks.” She was about to leave, but turned around and asked, “What kind of school is on this floor?”

  The receptionist smiled brightly. “It’s a business college. Are you interested in applying to it as well?”

  Brie shook her head. “No, just curious. Thanks for your help.”

  “Anytime. Enjoy your first day.”

  Brie sighed nervously. This was it—there was no turning back. She hit the button on the elevator and watched the doors slowly close. She was curious about what the Training Center would look like. Would it be one giant room with many beds and tools of the trade hanging on the walls, or would it have small, individual rooms with beds and curtains for privacy? Brie held her breath as the doors opened, and then laughed out loud. The elevator opened to a large commons area. It was lined by normal-looking classrooms with desks and large whiteboards. Brie shook her head. Definitely not what she had been expecting.

  She stepped out of the elevator and looked around. A tall woman in a harsh business suit came up to her and demanded, “What class are you taking?”

  Brie got out her schedule and looked for her first class so she could answer. “It’s called Submission 101.”

  The woman pointed. “Go down that hall. It’s the last door on the left. Hurry, you don’t want to be late.”

  Brie quickly made her way down the hall, which was a mistake on her part. Her ankle rolled and she found herself on the floor. She picked herself up and continued on, not daring to look back at the woman. Damn, I hate these shoes!

  She walked into the classroom and saw that there were five other women already seated. The instructor, a tiny man wearing a nametag that said ‘Mr. Gallant’, indicated where she should sit. She made her way to the desk and sat down, breathing a sigh of relief. At least she’d made it to class on time.

  “Miss Bennett, since you are the last to arrive I see no reason to wait until the bell rings. Let’s begin. We have a lot to get through tonight.” Her instructor had silver highlights in his hair and a wiry frame. Although the man was small, he had a commanding voice and demeanor. The two-hour class was devoted to defining and classifying who and what submissives were.

  In a short period of time, Brie learned the difference between submissives and slaves. “Understand that a submissive volunteers and is allowed to voice preferences and set personal limits. Slaves give up those rights.” Brie knew right then that she would never be a slave. The whole idea set her on edge.

  “There are various levels of submission, but we will only talk about the major three. Light submissives give of themselves for short durations, setting many boundaries around what they will and won’t do. Even though they submit to their Dominants, they still maintain a high level of control. Moderate submissives put fewer limitations on their Dominants and are interested in living the D/s lifestyle for longer periods of time. They offer the Doms a more significant level of control. You should note that most submissives fall under this category. Then there are those few who are heavily submissive. Such submissives desire one full-time Master and set very few limitations on the Dominant. It is similar to acting as a slave, but the submissive still has control—he or she just chooses not to use it.”

  Brie wrote down everything he said. Although she’d read similar information on the web, he defined things in a way that was easier to understand.

  “Miss Bennett, have you ever heard of the term ‘subspace’?” Mr. Gallant asked.

  Brie looked around, wishing he had called on someone else. “Sorry, no.”

  “That’s fine,” the tiny man answered. “This is an introduction course. In fact, if we go over any information you have questions about, be sure to stop and ask. You cannot offend me with what you do not know.”

  Brie nodded in gratitude. She really liked him as an instructor. Mr. Gallant’s voice commanded her attention and he seemed to care about his students. A silly thought flitted through her head: What if he is a Dominant in real life? She wondered what it would be like to have him as a partner. Brie actually blushed and had to refocus on his lesson.

  “The term ‘subspace’ refers to a trancelike state experienced by many submissives. Certain types of ‘pl
ay’ can help pump endorphins into the bloodstream, making the submissive open to more intensive stimulation. While in that state, the sub must rely on the Dominant’s vigilance because of the higher pain tolerance. In fact, the sub may become incapable of verbal communication while floating in subspace, making him or her completely dependent on the Dominant during and immediately following such intense play. Naturally, a high level of trust is required between partners.”

  To Brie, subspace sounded like a frightening experience. To lose control like that and be at the mercy of another person’s whims seemed unacceptable. It made her wonder if she wasn’t submissive material after all.

  “Ladies, it is imperative you understand that a true submissive finds pleasure in serving the needs and desires of another. If it is more about your needs than your Dom’s, then it is just roleplaying in the bedroom.”

  After that profound statement, Mr. Gallant ended the class. “It is time for your first practicum. Please leave your coat at your desk and proceed to room eight, at the other end of the hall.”

  Brie looked at the other five women nervously and then undid her coat. She slipped it off her shoulders and laid it across her desk. The other women followed suit. Each had on a different outfit. Some were made of leather of different colors, similar to hers, while others were made of satin and lace. Brie wondered if any thought had been given to each individual uniform, or if they had all been randomly selected. Whatever the case, all of the women looked scandalously stunning in their uniforms.