Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center

by Red Phoenix

  Brie vaguely felt the bonds loosen, and then her Domme pushed the chair back into a sitting position. With gentle hands, she cleaned between Brie’s legs with a wet cloth. “Now your cunt knows the feeling of possession.” She then reached around Brie’s head and undid the ball gag. She pulled the ball away, and a long string of saliva followed. The Domme wiped that away as well. She helped Brie up from the chair.

  Brie stood before the panel, woozy but quite satiated.

  Sir asked, “How would you rate the scene, Miss Bennett?”

  She stood there with a huge smile. No words formed, so she just nodded.

  “It was good for you, then?”

  She continued to nod slowly.

  Marquis Gray asked, “Miss Bennett, why did you resist the ball gag?”

  His question actually caused her to think, so she struggled out of her pleasant stupor to reply. “It’s…uncomfortable.”

  “But how does a ball gag make you feel, Miss Bennett?” he pressed.

  “What do you mean, Marquis Gray?” She was frustrated, knowing he wanted some other answer. “It hurts my jaw, and I don’t care for all the drooling.”

  She noticed him frown, although the expression did not reach down to his mouth. He wrote something in his notes, and it made Brie squirm to see it. She seemed to be missing something vital.

  ****

  Brie came face-to-face with her boundary the next day—Marquis Gray made sure of that. A bare-chested Dom came onto the stage, dressed only in black leather pants. “Bow at my feet, slut.”

  Brie’s eyes narrowed. She hesitated; no one had called her a slut before and it rubbed her the wrong way.

  “Now,” he commanded.

  She knelt down at his feet reluctantly. When a table was set beside her, Brie stealthily peeked. What she saw made her skin crawl. There was a butt plug with a pig’s tail, a ball gag, collar and leash, and a violet wand.

  “Undress and present yourself to me.”

  As she undressed, Brie looked out to the seats. Mary was sitting on the edge of her chair, obviously aroused by the scenario about to play out. It made sense—Mary enjoyed this kind of scene. Brie took a deep breath and got on all fours, presenting herself sexually to her Dom.

  “What a nasty cunt you are,” he snarled lustfully, slapping her on the ass. “You know what I do with dirty sluts like you?” He fisted her hair and pulled back her head sharply so that she was forced to look at him. “I treat them like the dirty pig sluts they are.” He let her go and walked over to the table. He picked up the collar first.

  “Come here, little piggy.”

  When she started to stand, he commanded, “On all fours, like the horny pig you are.”

  Brie tried to crawl on the floor towards him seductively, but she wasn’t feeling it—not in the least. The Dom fastened the heavy leather collar over Sir’s. It felt so wrong. Then he attached the leash and yanked on it. “Come.”

  He led her around the stage. Brie kept her eyes cast downward, struggling to please him as she crawled like an animal. He was not satisfied and remarked, “I think I know what the problem is. You don’t feel like a slutty little pig yet.” He lubed the butt plug with the curly pig’s tail, and then picked up the gag.

  Brie imagined herself down on all fours with the hated ball gag in her mouth, saliva dripping from her lips, while her Dom called out, “piggy, piggy” as he shoved that horrible pig’s tail plug into her ass. It was too much and she began shaking her head violently.

  My Master wants this… She almost convinced herself, but the moment he touched her ass with the plug, something snapped inside her. She screamed at the top of her lungs, “Red, red, red!”

  The Dom immediately took the toy away. She scrambled to her feet and faced the panel. Another failure, but Brie had had to end the scene—being treated like a pig would have crushed her. She removed the unwanted collar and let it drop to the stage floor.

  Marquis Gray was the first to address her. “Why was this difficult for you, Miss Bennett?”

  “I couldn’t let him to do that to me.”

  “How would the butt plug have hurt you? You’ve taken them before.”

  “I…” She shook her head as she fought for the right words to express her disdain. “That thing is vile.” She looked at Marquis Gray, struggling against the emotions boiling inside her. “It made me feel…bad.”

  “Similar to the ball gag?” he asked.

  She nodded her head.

  “And relieving yourself in front of Rytsar Donkova?”

  Brie shook her head at first, but then realized he was right. “Not to the same degree, but yes.”

  Sir cleared his throat. She looked at him sadly, hoping he understood.

  “In one word, how did those things make you feel, Miss Bennett?”

  She felt the tears coming and whispered, “Humiliated…”

  “Yes.”

  Brie looked at Sir through watery eyes. “Is it something required of a sub, Sir?”

  His expression softened. “No, Miss Bennett. However, it is vital that you tell your Doms it is a trigger for you.”

  She nodded and felt a surge of relief when he smiled reassuringly. “This was an important lesson for you. Take time to process it. Some submissives find there is considerable freedom in acting out scenes of humiliation. Others need to feel treasured and cannot find comfort in such an experience. The decision is yours.”

  “Thank you, Sir.” She turned back to Marquis Gray. “Thank you, Marquis.”

  The ghostly trainer nodded his head. “Miss Bennett, I plan to help you with another hurdle tomorrow. Are you prepared for a real challenge?”

  His intense stare sent a shiver of unease and excitement through her. “Yes, Master.”

  A hint of a smile played across his eyes and lips at her use of that title.

  She bowed to the panel and left the stage, humbled by the encounter. There was no feeling of contentment that normally followed a scene, and she felt some sympathy for the Dom as he walked off the stage with his collection of ‘toys’. However, Brie was grateful for the experience. Just as Sir had promised, she was discovering fears and desires she had never known existed.

  Marquis Expands Her Power

  Brie had only experienced one session with Marquis Gray. His lesson had been the most challenging for her because of his expertise—whipping. She shivered under her covers when she woke up the next morning, curious about how he would test her this session. The last time he had used a flogger. What would tonight bring?

  Unfortunately, Brie was late to the Training Center because her coworker, Jeff, had shown up a half-hour late to the tobacco shop. She had been the only employee working that day, so she’d been forced to wait. She made up time by throwing on her uniform and driving way too fast, but she would still be fifteen minutes late to her first class. It made Brie ill to think of entering Mr. Gallant’s classroom after his lesson had started.

  She ran as fast as she could in her six-inch heels and was relieved that Blue Eyes was still at the door, ready to hold it open for her. He gave her a wink. “You made it.”

  “Thanks,” she replied, panting heavily as she rushed through the door.

  He called after her, “You might want to check those hose.”

  Brie looked down and saw that the seam was twisted around her leg. She groaned, but made a detour to the bathroom to remedy the problem. She took off her shoes and adjusted the hose, making sure the seam made a tantalizing trail up her leg. Then she checked the mirror and smoothed out her hair. She took several deep calming breaths and smiled. Yes, I am late, but there is no reason to enter class like a raving lunatic.

  With forced ease, she glided into Mr. Gallant’s class and sat down. He looked up at her with a scowl but did not interrupt his lesson. “…other themes using bondage are interrogations, rape fantasies and sexual torture. Depending on the individuals, these can be fairly tame to quite intense. Remember to establish a nonverbal safety gesture if gags are to be
used. Nothing is worse for a Dom than to discover he has gone past his sub’s level of endurance after the session has ended. Trust me, it is hard on both parties and should be avoided at all costs.”

  Brie’s mind drifted in and out of his lesson as she worried what he was going to say to her afterwards. “Miss Bennett?”

  She snapped her head up and stammered, “Yes, Mr. Gallant.”

  He repeated the question, obviously annoyed. “For your next auction, you must decide if you want your fantasy fulfilled or your Dom’s.”

  That was easy. After her session with Boa, she’d felt she had lived out her fantasy. What she truly desired was to live out Tono’s. Brie knew she was taking a risk that he might not win her, but she was confident in her decision. “I will fulfill my Dom’s, Mr. Gallant.”

  “Fine.” He turned away abruptly, and asked Mary the same question. Brie didn’t like having Mr. Gallant unhappy with her. She understood the importance of being punctual, but surely he realized she had responsibilities outside this Center. Would he understand or would she be punished? She gave a nervous sigh when he dismissed the class and called her name.

  “Miss Bennett, I need to speak with you.”

  Lea gave her a sympathetic look as she walked past. Even though the man was tiny in stature, he had the commanding authority of a true Dominant. It was torture displeasing him.

  “You know being late is considered a sign of disrespect.”

  Brie couldn’t even look him in the eye. “I know, Mr. Gallant. And I do respect you tremendously.”

  “Look at me and tell me why you were late today.”

  Words spewed from her mouth in a torrent. “It was all that damn Jeff’s fault! That lazy ass never does his job and is always late to work. Normally it isn’t a problem for me, but my boss wasn’t there today. I was the only one in the shop. You have to understand that I had to wait for the bastard because I couldn’t leave the shop unattended. Mr. Gallant, I would never be late if I could help it.”

  She was surprised by the severe look her gave her. “I can appreciate your predicament, but I must say I am offended by your words. I should never hear curse words come from your lips unless I ask for them, and you should not belittle others as a sub. It would have sufficed to say, ‘Mr. Gallant, my coworker was late, and I was the only one in the shop today.’”

  Brie burned with shame. “Yes, that sounds much better.”

  “I want you to speak to your boss and explain that your coworker made you late to a previous engagement. You cannot control your coworker, but you can inform your boss of the problem and hope it prevents such occurrences in the future.”

  She breathed a huge sigh of relief. “Thank you, Mr. Gallant. I was afraid you would punish me for being late.”

  “Miss Bennett, we do not practice random punishments at this school. You can always expect fair treatment if you are open and honest.”

  She was so thankful that she blurted, “I just want to hug you right now!”

  He replied sternly, “That would be inappropriate.” Brie thought she saw just the slightest glimmer in his eye. She genuinely liked her teacher, and wondered again what it would be like to be under his control as his submissive. “That is all. You may join the others.”

  With the utmost respect, she bowed to him. “Thank you, Teacher.”

  She was smiling to herself when she left the classroom. Brie really loved this school because she felt respected as an individual. Best of all, she was learning to better herself and knew it would have a positive influence on her life outside these walls.

  She walked to their regular classroom but found no one there. She hurried down the hall towards the auditorium, but was stopped by an assistant. “Your practicum has been moved to room nine.”

  Brie thanked him and wasted no time making her way to the new classroom. It sucked that she was going to be late to another session. She stopped herself and took a couple of deep breaths before opening the door and entering. What she saw caused her stomach to roll. The room was wall-to-wall mirrors except for the wall opposite the door, which was covered in different punishment tools, including whips, paddles and harsh-looking metal devices.

  As disconcerting as that was, however, the sight of Marquis Gray standing next to a bench, waiting for her with a cane in his hand, made her stop in her tracks.

  “Miss Bennett, join Marquis Gray,” Sir said smoothly.

  Marquis Gray motioned with his hand. “Come to me, pearl. We will confront your fear of the cane together.”

  She gazed into his dark eyes, drawn in by his confidence despite her misgivings. “Yes, Master.”

  A genuine smile spread across his face. “I appreciate your trust, pearl. I know you will find this rewarding.”

  The bench reminded her of a workout bench in that it was long and thin. The only real difference was that it was taller and had leather cuffs attached.

  “I shall undress you, but you must hold this in your mouth while I do.” He placed the thin stick between her teeth. “This is your rattan, pearl. I bought it especially for you. It will be our instrument of pleasure tonight,” he growled in a low, sensual tone.

  She clamped down on it as Marquis Gray slowly undressed her, lightly caressing her skin as he did so. The fear mounting inside her only added to the sensual feel of his undressing. “Remember to breathe normally,” he reminded her when he noticed Brie gasping in short, shallow breaths. She nodded and took a deeper breath.

  He asked her to bend over and hold on to the bench while he secured her wrists in cuffs. “This is the classic English position. You need to keep your back straight throughout the session,” he said as he repositioned her. “Spread those legs farther. I want your pussy open and visible.” He stepped back and took a long look before returning to her. “You are not allowed to move from this position.”

  A shiver traveled through her whole body when Marquis Gray took the rod from her mouth and asked, “Are you ready, pearl?”

  She only hesitated for a second. The truth was, she wanted to know how it would feel under Marquis’ expert hand, and if she would be able to take it. “Yes, Master.”

  “No matter how tempted you are to move, you must remain still,” he warned her. “Trust me to create the sensations I desire, even if your body initially wants to resist it.”

  “I will try, Master.”

  “No! You will not move,” he insisted.

  Properly chastised, she replied, “Yes, Master.”

  He leaned over and told her confidently, “When I’ve finished with you tonight, you will know without question whether your fear of the cane was unfounded. Whatever the outcome, I guarantee you will have greater insight into your real desires.”

  Brie’s loins tightened in anticipation when he stepped away. She immediately looked at their reflection in the mirror and saw him take a stance behind her with his knees slightly bent. He pulled his arm back for the first swing.

  She swallowed hard and inadvertently closed her eyes as she readied herself for the first contact, but it did not come. She sneaked a peek and saw that he had turned towards the other girls. “As with flogging, you do not want a novice using you for practice. A Dom must research and practice for many hours before he ever touches another person with a cane.”

  Brie wondered if he was playing with her by delaying the first swing. If so, it was wickedly cruel. He caressed her ass with the rod as he continued to speak. “Also, I suggest asking your Dom if he has ever been caned. My personal opinion is that you cannot know the sensations you are creating unless you have experienced them yourself.” He gently rapped her bottom, teasing her with the instrument. “A Dom opposed to such an education exposes his lack of wisdom.”

  He continued to caress and tap Brie’s round buttocks as he spoke. “I don’t recommend caning as punishment. It is far too effective as a sexual tool to relegate it to a lowly reprimand implement.” He ran the cane up and down her thighs before striking her on the ass. “Do you see how wet it makes h
er?”

  Brie flushed, embarrassed that her body was giving her away. She didn’t want Mary and Lea to know how excited she was. This wasn’t even something she’d wanted. The idea of caning had always frightened her, and yet here she was, willingly bent over and ready to receive her first session with the cane.

  “First, I will warm up your sweet little ass, pearl. This will feel pleasing.” She watched in the mirror as he stroked her with a circular motion. The cane bounced lightly off her buttocks with a soft thud. It was totally pleasant, even relaxing. He alternated it with a gentle rapping. When her skin was pleasantly warm, he asked, “Color?”

  “Green, Master.”

  He asked the other students, “Why do I warm up before I begin?”

  Lea raised her hand. She licked her lips before answering Marquis, clearly turned on by Brie’s imminent caning. “The cane is less likely to do damage if the skin is prepared.”

  “Very good.” He turned his attention back on Brie. “Pearl, it is time to increase your pleasure.” He swung the cane and it landed squarely on both buttocks at once. She cried out. The sting was intense and brought tears to her eyes, but quickly dissipated outward from deep within her body.

  “Color?”

  “Yellow,” she gasped.

  “Don’t become rigid, pearl.” He patted her ass cheeks lightly. “Relax and let the cane vibrate through you. Don’t stop it by tensing your muscles and it will feel better.”

  Brie turned her head to watch in the mirror. He took another swing, and she witnessed the strike as she felt it. Her ass jiggled alluringly upon impact and she let out another yelp. The sting gripped her groin like a vice and then the heat dissipated through her whole body. This time she moaned afterwards. Although the sting took her breath away, the feeling it created after was delicious.

  “Color, pearl.”

  “Yell…green.”

  He caressed her pink ass and proclaimed, “Now you will take five strokes. Don’t move or I will not hit where I intend.”