Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center

by Red Phoenix

  “Oh, kitten, I like…very much,” Baron growled.

  She looked up at him and smiled. She took his cock again, this time determined to press her lips against his groin. When she felt the tickle of his pubic hair, she silently congratulated herself. She started the gentle thrusting deep in her throat and heard him groan loudly.

  She pulled away to take another breath. This time, he gathered her hair in his hand so he could watch the action. As she took him again, she kept her eyes on his face. Her lips slid down the entire length of his shaft and pressed against his groin. She felt his whole body shiver as she thrust his cock deep into her throat.

  “That looks and feels fucking fantastic,” he growled with a low rumble.

  Her loins contracted in pleasure at the knowledge that he was enjoying it so much. She continued the process of taking the fullness of his cock, rocking gently against it and then pulling out.

  Finally, he could take no more. “I’m going to come deep in your throat, sex kitten.”

  She pulled his cock out, covered in her thick saliva. She said hoarsely, “I want you to, Baron. I’ve never felt that before.”

  He grunted lustfully and gathered her hair again before commanding, “Do it.”

  She took a couple of deep breaths before opening her lips. Again, she kept her eyes on him as she took his manhood as deep at it would go. This time she rocked his cock a little less gently, causing her throat muscles to tighten around him. He grabbed both sides of her head and cried out as his cock spasmed inside her. His orgasm seemed to last forever. She almost pushed away to get some air, but he released his hold and she was able to breathe again. She was gasping, and she sat on her heels, feeling weak from the endeavor. Instead of pulling her up, Baron knelt down beside her and stroked her cheek with his thumb. “That was artfully done, kitten. You are truly unique.”

  She looked at him gratefully, feeling a little embarrassed as she wiped away the copious amounts of saliva from her face. “Thank you, Baron. It was my honor.”

  He stood up and dressed himself as she listened to Lea finishing. It sounded like she was still struggling with the gag reflex, although she didn’t let it stop her. Once she had finished and the Doms had exited the room, Sir asked them to face the panel.

  “Miss Bennett, once again you surprise us. For a woman who has not taken a shaft down her throat before, you appeared quite comfortable with the act.”

  She couldn’t tell him that he was her inspiration, so she kept it simple. “I’ve been practicing every night, Sir. I did not want to fail.”

  Marquis Gray spoke up, “The way you did it was unusually sensual. Where did that come from?”

  “I tried to make it pleasurable for my Dom.”

  His eyes narrowed. “No, there’s something more to it. Something I can’t quite put my finger on.” Brie blushed, hoping he wouldn’t figure out that when she had been deep-throating Baron, she’d also been thinking of Sir.

  “Whatever the case, it was impressive, Miss Bennett,” Master Coen stated. “I really have no criticism.”

  Naturally, Ms. Clark added her two cents. “I am curious. You did an excellent job with a slow, shallow thrust. I wonder, however, how you will fare when it gets a little rougher.”

  Brie nodded her head, unsure how to respond.

  The other girls’ critiques were not as kind. Brie would have silently celebrated her success, except for the fact that Ms. Clark’s words resonated in her head. Brie really didn’t know how she would handle it. In all her practice, she’d never tried to take the phallus hard and fast. Just the thought of it made her blood run cold.

  Pride Before the Fall

  Sir informed the trio, “You may proceed to the commons. We will retrieve you in a half-hour. Because of the nature of your second practicum, only liquid refreshments will be served.”

  The girls remained silent as they walked down the halls. It was quite different from their normal chatting sessions. Of course, their sore throats certainly didn’t encourage witty banter.

  Brie was grateful to see a nice selection of wine. She grabbed a bottle of Merlot and a glass and sat down at a table. Lea joined her with a couple of bottles of beer. Even Mary came over and sat down at the table. She’d chosen to mix herself a rum and Coke.

  After a couple of sips, Mary shocked Brie by saying, “Okay, my doc says I have to share it with you so I’m just going to get it over with.”

  Brie put her glass down and looked at her sympathetically.

  “No! Pick that damn glass up and don’t you dare look at me.”

  Brie glanced over at Lea, but said nothing. She picked up her glass of wine and stared at the opposite wall.

  “Neither of you are allowed to say a word. I’m just going to say what I have to say and then I don’t want to hear you ever mention it again. Do you understand?” Mary growled.

  Both Lea and Brie nodded without looking at her.

  “Long story short, my mom abandoned me when I was eight. The bitch just up and left without a goodbye or anything. My dad…he was never parent material. He kind of lost it after she abandoned us.” Mary paused, probably contemplating how much to share. “I was left to fend for myself and I did okay on my own. But my dad never got over her leaving and he hated me for it. I could tell by the way he glared at me.”

  Mary stopped and took a long drink. She seemed about to speak, but then she took another long sip. Brie felt for her and sincerely wished Mary didn’t have to reveal her painful past.

  “So… By the time I was ten, my dad was heavily into drugs and drank all the time. But the only time it affected me was when he drank his rum and Coke and smoked crack.” She stopped again and drank over half of her cocktail. It surprised Brie that Mary would prefer rum and Coke when it’d had such a negative impact on her life.

  Mary continued, “The combination did something to his brain and he changed.” She barked angrily, “He never touched me sexually, if that’s what you’re thinking.”

  Nobody said a word, so she went on, “My dad would make me lean against a kitchen chair and then he’d rant about how he wasn’t ever going to let me leave. That’s when the beatings would start. He knew exactly where to hit so that it caused the greatest amount of pain without leaving a mark. I think he got off on hearing me scream.” Mary picked up her glass and downed the rest of the drink. She got up and made herself a new one.

  When she sat down again, she said off-handedly, “A guy would have to think about that, wouldn’t he? Where to hit a little girl so it didn’t leave a permanent mark? Even though he was drunk and high, I always suspected he was coherent on some level. He just fucking hid behind the drugs and alcohol as an excuse to hurt me.”

  Brie took a sip of her wine, finding it hard not to turn and give Mary a hug.

  “Can you imagine beating up a ten-year-old kid? I fucking hate him! Hell, I hate my mother just as much. He probably got his jollies beating on her too, but what kind of mother leaves her little girl behind with such an animal? I blame her every bit as much as my dad.” She mumbled into her drink, “They can both go to hell.”

  She stopped talking and slowly downed the rest of the drink. Lea asked softly, “What happened last week?”

  “Oh, that? Well, Tono has this weird way of tying people up. I liked it at first, but I don’t know… It was creepy. I think that’s what started it. The two of us were having a good time together. I mean he is a hot piece of ass and God, he can make a girl come. But after being tied up for so long, I started to hyperventilate. He asked if I was okay, but I didn’t want to stop so I claimed it was turning me on. He made a fine interrogator and we were just ramping up to the good stuff.”

  She sighed heavily. “Tono threatened to hurt me unless I divulged more information. I told him where to go and he slapped my face like in my fantasy. Normally, I like that kind of thing but I just flipped out and started screaming hysterically. I don’t even remember what happened after that.” No one spoke when she’d finished.

>   Mary was a mystery to Brie. Drinking the same drink as her abusive father and seeking out situations similar to the abuse she suffered as a child? It was almost as if Mary were a moth, drawn to the flame that would eventually burn her.

  The more Brie reflected on it, the more she believed it was good that Mary had come to the Training Center. With the help of her counselor and the guidance of the trainers, maybe she would find a Dom who could help her to overcome the demons of her past in a constructive way.

  Master Coen came soon after to collect them. Instead of heading to the auditorium, they walked back to the same classroom. When she entered, she saw her hot, Italian Dom waiting for her. She smiled, remembering how smooth and tasty his cock was.

  Marquis Gray stood up to address the girls. “To be well-rounded submissives, you should be able to take a good face-fucking. Many Doms enjoy it. For your second practicum, we will observe how well you become vessels for your Doms.”

  Brie froze. It was one thing to take a man’s cock on her own terms and have control of the action, but it was completely different to let him have free rein over her resistant throat.

  “Kneel down before your Doms,” Marquis Gray ordered.

  Brie did so slowly, with a growing feeling of dread.

  Her dark-haired Italian commanded, “Undress me, slave.”

  She undid his pants and pulled them off. His beautiful cock stood before her. She realized it was the exact same size as the dildo. It gave her a little more confidence. She looked down the line and noticed all three men were the same size. How thoughtful of the trainers to pick normal-sized cocks for our first face-fucking session.

  Brie took her Dom’s cock in her hand and began kissing and licking his shaft. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her mouth farther down on his dick. She adjusted and sucked harder, trying to build up the extra saliva needed to make it easier on her throat. After an ample amount of time, he pushed his cock against the back of her throat.

  She gagged and instinctually braced her hands against his thighs, pulling away with tears stinging her eyes.

  “Open,” he commanded.

  She mentally prepared herself for the onslaught and opened her mouth to him. Again, he grabbed the back of her head and forced the length of his shaft down her throat. It wasn’t even a choice for her; she pushed against him and broke contact. It hurt.

  She turned her head and watched Mary calmly taking the thrusting of her Dom, her face a picture of peaceful acceptance. It was almost beautiful to watch as his dick disappeared into her mouth, again and again in rapid thrusts.

  Brie was determined to please her Dom that way. She put her hands behind her back and opened her mouth wide. After two of his forceful thrusts, her hands snaked around of their own accord and tried to push him away.

  “Hands,” he warned.

  She dropped them down to her sides, but the next deep thrust had her pushing against him desperately.

  “Hands!”

  Her arms hung in midair as she used all the willpower she possessed not to disengage. The tears fell and sobs escaped each time he thrust in and out of her. She could have used the safe word, but she refused, not wanting to fail in this.

  She closed her eyes and endured. It was ugly. There was nothing sensual about how she took his shaft down her throat. Her nose was running and she couldn’t stop crying. He took pity on her and pulled away. She could only curl up over her knees and attempt to quiet her whimpers.

  “Miss Bennett, please follow me,” Sir said, standing beside her.

  She looked up, all snot-nosed and teary. She tried unsuccessfully to stifle the sob that erupted from her lips. He held out his hand and she took it.

  Brie meekly followed him out of the classroom and they walked to his office in silence. He guided her to the chair and then sat down at his desk. He handed her several tissues and waited until she had control over herself.

  “Why didn’t you use the safe word?” he asked quietly.

  “I won’t give up. I can’t fail.”

  “But you did just now.” The truth of his words crushed her. “I have always told you to be true to yourself. This was a prime example of what I was talking about. By stubbornly enduring it, you have harmed yourself and lessened the chance of becoming successful at this skill.”

  She looked at him sadly and then broke into a fresh set of tears. “I’m sorry, Sir. I can’t stand failing.”

  “In this case, you failed miserably. We didn’t stop you, because we all wanted to see you take control of the situation. Imagine doing something similar, or worse, on your own and then being permanently scarred by it. There is a reason we give you a safe word. What you failed to do is similar to the mistake Miss Wilson made. Do not let your stubbornness or pride keep you from ending a scene that is traumatizing you—ever.”

  Her tears had stopped by then. Now she only felt shame. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  “Marquis Gray is correct; most Doms will expect to take you in that manner. It is important you overcome your fear of it.”

  She nodded despondently.

  “Brie.” Her stomach fluttered when she heard hearing Sir say her first name. “What if I tell you that I want you that way?”

  She looked up at him, and her heart nearly stopped beating.

  “I want to feel the tight constriction of your throat around my shaft. I want to see you look up at me with adoration as I pump my cock into your mouth.”

  Suddenly the act did not seem as frightening. If it was something Sir wanted, she would willingly give it to him, or at least try.

  “Tomorrow, you and I will practice on stage. It is important to succeed in this, but if it becomes too much, say the safe word and you can attempt it again another time.” He looked at her kindly. “This does not have to be conquered in one session.”

  “I want to try, Sir,” she said breathlessly. “I want to please you.”

  “It’s only natural. You’re a sub.”

  “No, it’s more than that…”

  “Stop, Miss Bennett.” Her heart ached when he called her by her last name. “Let’s not mistake this for anything more than a practice session.”

  She looked at her lap and answered quietly, “Yes, Sir.”

  Regardless of his warning, she coveted the chance to please him, to show him how she truly felt. If he knew the extent of her feelings, how could he ever let her go? Sir would never find anyone else as devoted. He was her everything.

  She left the Center after their talk and headed straight home. As Brie lay in bed that night, she thought of Sir. He’s probably wondering how I’m doing, or maybe he is imagining my lips wrapped around his perfect cock. Despite Brie’s failure during the second practicum, she longed for this session with Sir. He hadn’t really touched her since their encounter together, and she craved Sir’s touch.

  Pleasing Sir

  The next morning at the tobacco shop, Mr. Reynolds noted the extra spring in her step. “Wow, what’s got you glowing like a candle?”

  Brie blushed and smiled, but said nothing.

  “Ah, must be young love. That would explain your lack of focus this past week. Is he the one who gave you that quirky necklace?”

  Brie caressed her thin, black collar and said proudly, “Yes.”

  “So, who is he?” Mr. Reynolds pressed.

  She grinned. “Nobody you would know.”

  He grabbed the inventory sheet and called back to her as he walked away, “You should bring him over to the shop sometime. I’d like to meet the young man who has captured your heart.”

  She giggled to herself. She could only imagine the look on Mr. Reynolds’ face if she came walking into the shop dressed in her sexy school uniform, arm in arm with Sir. The poor man might have a heart attack.

  She laughed her way through the day, surprised at how fast work went when Sir was on her mind. Before she knew it, she was heading to the Training Center and her practice session with the headmaster.

  Brie was disheartened to
see Blue Eyes—Todd—waiting for her at the front doors again. She hated to be rude to the boy, but it was a necessary evil. He needed to understand that she wasn’t interested in him.

  “Good evening, Miss Bennett.” He swung the door open for her and let Brie pass without trying to engage her in conversation.

  Well, that went easier than expected. She sneaked a peek to see if he was watching her, but he was talking with another student. She figured he must have gotten the hint the first time around. Huh, he’s smarter than I gave him credit for.

  Brie struggled to pay attention in Mr. Gallant’s class, but her mind was intent on pleasing Sir. Her instructor noticed and called her on it. “Miss Bennett, what are the five suggested techniques to enhance fellatio for the male?”

  She did a quick replay in her mind. Although she hadn’t been paying attention, luckily her mind had taken note and she was able to rattle them off. She held up five fingers and folded each one down as she named the techniques. “One, remain partially dressed. Two, position yourself so that your Dom can see your lips on his cock at all times. Three, continually make sensual sounds. Four, intensify the act physically…”

  “Examples?” he asked.

  “Um…” Brie was scrambling, but it quickly came to her. “Examples are like having him put his hand on the back of your head or using your hair during fellatio.”

  “Fine. Go on.”

  “Five…” She put the last finger down and smiled. “Saliva is your friend.”

  “That is correct.” He looked at her knowingly. “I suggest you employ those techniques tonight.”

  Was he aware of her upcoming practice session with Sir?

  “I will, Mr. Gallant. Thank you.”

  “Ladies, tonight you will proceed to the auditorium first so that refreshments can be served afterwards.”