Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center

by Red Phoenix

  Brie focused on Jeff’s face and was horrified when his eyes morphed into crystal blue orbs. Jeff smiled at her, but it was his smile. Brie heard Faelan’s voice whispering in her ear, while he teased her nipples with the feather.

  She whimpered and looked at the clock. Four more minutes…

  For a newbie, he’d sure had an uncanny knack for teasing her. It surprised Brie that spending a night trying not to think of Faelan meant she was only thinking of him.

  She stared at the clock and counted out the last two minutes. It was the only way to survive the ordeal. As soon as the second hand hit the twelve, she unclenched her legs and threw the bullet down on the other side of the bed. “A-ha! Take that!”

  Seeing Blue Eyes the next evening was not easy. It was difficult to look him in the eye, but she didn’t want Todd to have that kind of power over her. Unfortunately, her mind went to mush when she gazed into eyes like blue oceans. There was definitely a different vibe to the man now. Neither of them said anything as he opened the door and let her pass.

  As much as Brie had struggled with Faelan’s punishment, she was eternally grateful she had followed through with it, because it was the first thing Mr. Gallant asked the class about. “Raise your hand if you did your penance for last night’s interruption in the hallway.”

  Brie looked over and saw the other two girls hesitantly raise their hands, too. She was surprised that Faelan had that kind of authority over their little group.

  “Good. I do not want to hear about that kind of behavior again. Such foolishness not only reflects badly on you, but you also disrupted several classes that were in session.”

  All three girls bowed their heads in shame. Really, it had been Brie’s fault, so she spoke up. “Mr. Gallant?”

  “Yes, Miss Bennett?”

  “It was m—”

  “I don’t care to hear another word about it.” He started class as if nothing had happened. Brie looked over at her friends and shrugged.

  At the end of the session, Mr. Gallant directed Brie to head straight to the auditorium instead of following Lea and Mary to their normal room. Brie was worried she was going to be made an example of by the panel.

  “Do you know why, Mr. Gallant?” she asked.

  “Yours is not to question but to obey, Miss Bennett.”

  She nodded and left the classroom with her stomach in knots.

  Brie listened to the lonely echo of her heels as she made her way down the empty hall. She opened the auditorium door and peeked inside. The sound of flute music filled the space. She literally squealed in happiness when she saw who was standing on stage.

  “Tono!”

  He put his finger to his lips and gestured for her to come to him. She clamped her mouth shut and ran down the aisle, then jumped into his arms. His embrace was magical, both safe and magnetic.

  When his lips came down on hers, she willingly lost herself in his kiss. He pulled away too soon for her, but then cradled her cheek gently. “Toriko.” She looked into his chocolate eyes, adrift in their connection. The two stood in silence for several moments, having no need to speak.

  Finally, he broke the spell. “You will miss the first practicum tonight because Kinbaku takes time, as you know, little slave.”

  She could not contain her joy. Getting another chance to experience Tono’s mastery was more than she had hoped for. Brie looked down at the stage floor and saw that he had brought the green straw mat from his home. There was also a large brass ring and coils of jute—the smell of which was already calling to her.

  “We do not have time for tea, I am afraid,” he said, with an impish smile. She pressed her head against his chest and grinned. Tono’s heartbeat was slow, strong, and reassuring.

  “Come join me on the mat, toriko.”

  She knelt down and closed her eyes when she felt his arms wrap around her from behind. She listened to his breathing and slowed her breath to match his. The mutual connection was immediate.

  “Yes, toriko,” he said soothingly.

  She tilted her head far back and kissed his chin. “I have missed you.”

  He chuckled softly and picked up the jute, then placed it in her hands. “Kiss your restraint.”

  She lovingly kissed the rope that would hold her in her own private heaven. She then pressed it against her cheek and whispered a word of thanks before handing it back to him.

  “Tonight will be different. Tonight you shall fly, little one.”

  “Tono?”

  “You will be suspended by the jute.”

  Brie gasped, a feeling of destiny flowing through her. She leaned her head against his chest. “I’ve secretly dreamed about it, Tono.”

  “Good, because I have yearned to share this with you. Unfortunately, I must rush the process because your trainers want to share the Kinbaku experience with others.”

  “I don’t mind.”

  “Toriko,” he said, brushing his lips against her ear, “tonight you will only wear one item.” He opened his hand and she saw the red thong he had taken from her the first night they’d met.

  “It will be my honor, Tono.” Brie stood up and undressed for him, sliding the thong into place under the watchful eyes of her handsome Dom. His eyes sparkled in appreciation.

  When she moved back over to him, he grabbed her waist and kissed her stomach. “Tonight, when you feel moments of distress, what must you do?”

  “Breathe with you.”

  “Correct. Sit down on the mat and spread out the fingers of your right hand so we can begin.”

  Brie closed her eyes as he wove the jute between her fingers and began the slow and delicious act of binding her. The tug and pull as he worked his magic played on her senses, taking her down the road of inner nirvana. Her body remembered and followed its path without hesitation.

  He bound her right hand in a pose that lightly caressed her cheek. She wondered at the purpose, but remained silent as he began binding her chest with his slow, deliberate movements. The chest binding was her favorite part. Giving up the ability to take a deep breath demanded such an intense level of submission. She moaned softly.

  “Yes, toriko.”

  He bound her tighter than he had before. She listened to his slow, even breaths to calm the fear that threatened to burst forth. She wanted this—needed it, in fact.

  She glanced down and saw her breasts framed by the jute, but then he placed a single rope across her nipples and tightened it. It was strangely erotic to have her nipples held by the unforgiving jute. When she looked up, he kissed her and she felt her body burn with powerful need. “I wa…”

  He put his finger over her lips without speaking and continued his art. Tono bound her left arm in a pleasing position behind her back. Then he gently pushed her down on the mat and started on her legs.

  She looked up at the dark void of the auditorium ceiling. Brie closed her eyes again and concentrated on the gentle music as her legs were claimed by the jute. Bound, unable to move, breath restricted, completely his…

  “I will demonstrate the art of rope suspension.”

  Brie opened her eyes and was surprised to see the auditorium full of trainers and students from both the submissive and Dominant classes. She hadn’t been aware of their arrival.

  Tono continued speaking in his soothing voice as his hands ran over her body. “As with most activities, experience is essential. Nerve damage can result with suspension, so do not attempt without proper instruction.” Brie noticed that Tono had attached the large brass ring to chains above her. Through it, he had threaded the various strands of jute that bound her body.

  “Kinbaku is an exacting method, but when done correctly the process will bind your submissive without pain.”

  Tono addressed Brie. “Color, toriko?”

  “Green.” She added in a whisper, “A lovely jute green.”

  He smiled and then turned back to the audience. “Never leave your submissive alone once you have begun the binding process. You must also have EMT sc
issors ready, should you need to release them quickly.”

  He gestured to the different points at which he had bound her. “The key is balance. To prevent damage, you must support the body.”

  Tono looked down at Brie. “Are you ready to fly, toriko?”

  She nodded, holding her breath as he took the ropes and began pulling her off the ground. The constriction increased as gravity took over. It felt as if the world suddenly dropped away from her, and she whimpered, “Tono…”

  “Breathe,” he reminded her. He pressed his body against her so she could harmonize with him again. She closed her eyes and shut out the rest of the world as she reconnected with Tono. She felt him pull away and lift her higher, then the tugging and pulling began as he secured the ropes.

  Brie kept her breaths slow and shallow as her body began floating within itself. She heard the sound of people clapping and realized that the pose he had created must look impressive.

  “With your submissive bound like this, you are free to explore her sensuality without limitation.” He did something then that both surprised and pleased her. Tono grabbed onto the large brass ring and, using only his arm strength, pulled himself on top of her, his body lying lengthwise. The two were together in midair. His arm shook from the effort of supporting himself, but he smiled down at her. “And now I join you in your flight, toriko.” He leaned over and kissed her for a brief moment before lowering himself back down. It was so powerfully sexy; she wished he would do it again.

  Instead, she felt him move between her legs and lift her wet thong out of the way. She moaned when his tongue made contact with her. She had thirsted for the gift of his mouth ever since their last time together. The moment he began lightly sucking on her clit, her body discharged the surge of orgasmic energy that had built up since their last meeting.

  Brie mewed as her body tensed and relaxed in joyous release. She’d never come so fast before, but it did not dissipate like a normal climax. Instead, his constant suction demanded she fall deeper into the ocean of sensuality he had created. She willingly relaxed and let the ice-cold wave take her back to the place where desire meets otherworldliness.

  His voice sounded distant, as if in a dream. “Come back to me.”

  “Join me…” she whispered.

  “Come back,” he repeated firmly.

  She became aware of his hands trailing over her body. When she opened her eyelids, she was greeted by his smiling brown eyes looking down at her. He’d already set her back on the ground and was now undoing the larger bindings. Once she was free of them, he picked her up and carried her to the private room.

  Instead of laying her on the bed, he sat on the floor with her and untied the rest of the jute. The feel of his hands was relaxing, slowly bringing her back into full awareness, although it was difficult to lose the rigidity of the jute—each release of rope felt like a loss of their connection.

  “I didn’t want it to stop, Tono.”

  He laughed softly. “You embraced it much faster and more fully this time, little slave.” When he pulled the last of the rope away, he traced the lines it had left on her skin. “I think the trails left behind are just as beautiful as the jute itself.”

  She caressed his masculine jaw with her fingertips. “I love this.”

  His gaze fell on her. “Kinbaku, or us?”

  She opened her mouth to answer, but he stopped her. “Don’t answer. I should not have asked.”

  He stood up, gathered the jute in one hand and held out his other to help her up. It was with great reluctance that she took his hand and left the tiny room. When she went to sit back down, she noticed a photo on her seat.

  “What’s this?” she whispered to Lea.

  “Tono said it was his inspiration for today’s demonstration.”

  Brie looked at it closely and saw that it was a photo of her. The first one he had taken, in fact. Her hand was against her cheek as she looked at the camera with dreamy lust in her eyes. Looking at the photo instantly took her back to that day, to that specific moment in time with him.

  This could be her life if she chose it…

  Auction Day: The Wolf Shows His Teeth

  Brie pampered herself the morning before the auction. A long bubble bath with classical music made for a relaxed little submissive. She met Lea and Mary at the school and couldn’t help noticing the Center was buzzing with excitement.

  “What’s going on?” she asked Mary.

  “I don’t know. It’s weird. Even Ms. Clark is smiling.”

  “An actual smile?”

  Mary nodded slowly as if she couldn’t believe it, either.

  Lea poked Brie in the ribs and pointed out that Sir and Marquis were having a private conversation and were actually laughing together. It was surreal.

  When Ms. Clark came to get them, Brie saw her lips turned up in a jovial manner, even when she looked at Brie. Twilight Zone moment, for sure… Brie soon found herself on the stage, anxiously waiting to find out what the excitement was all about. She became distraught when she got the answer.

  “This will be the last auction for this class of submissives. In honor of that, we will begin the bidding at one thousand dollars,” the auctioneer announced.

  The last auction? She knew the class would be ending next week, but she’d assumed there would be a final auction. She hadn’t been prepared for things to end this fast!

  There was a flurry of bidding and the numbers kept rising until she heard the auctioneer call out, “Sold to Faelan for two thousand, four hundred dollars.”

  Her first thought was, Oh crap, that’s a lot of money! Her second was utter disbelief. Faelan?

  He confidently walked onto the stage and took Brie’s arm. Her heart skipped a beat at his handling of her. The aura surrounding Blue Eyes was intensely male.

  Brie followed him down the steps while the bidding began for Mary. The girl ended up in the hands of Captain. This time, he did not bother with the blindfold. She could not see the expression on Mary’s face when he went to retrieve her, but Brie sincerely hoped Mary would be kind to the man.

  “Are you ready, blossom?”

  Brie looked up into Faelan’s blue eyes and caught her breath. The intensity of his stare made him seem dangerous. She followed meekly behind him, her body quivering with excitement—and a little fear. There was definitely a dangerous vibe to him.

  It turned out that Faelan drove an old Mustang convertible. He raised his eyebrow in a sexy manner when he opened the door, explaining to her, “Sucker for classics.”

  When she’d sat down, he leaned over and buckled her into the seat, his lips just centimeters from hers. She could almost feel them on her mouth, but he pulled away and said, “Sucker for safety, too.”

  Faelan wasn’t a speed demon like Tono, but he did punch it on the straightaways. Brie liked the rumble of the motor and the wind whipping through her hair. She felt a bit wild and stared at Faelan shamelessly.

  He drove her to a side of town she hadn’t visited before. The community was made up of young professionals and had an energized feel to it. He pulled up to a small duplex and helped her out of the car.

  A jogger passed by and waved. “Hey, Wallace, hot date?”

  Blue Eyes gave him a friendly nod and responded, “Something like that.”

  The man called back, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

  Faelan helped Brie out of the car and growled in her ear, “Oh, but I plan to.”

  She shivered as he led her to his home. This was not the mild-mannered business student she knew from the Center.

  His place was small, but filled with modern conveniences. It had a youthful feel. Brie watched him casually fling his keys on a hallway table and motion her to his side.

  He said gruffly, “Kneel.”

  She basked in the feeling of his dominance as she knelt before him and he placed his hand on her head. He spoke solemnly. “Tonight you will serve me well.”

  Her loins tingled with pleasure and anti
cipation. “Yes, Faelan.”

  “Take everything off but your panties.”

  She started untying the corset, but her hands fumbled with the laces. The way he was staring at her made it feel like her first time. Calm down! she commanded herself. She had at least four days more training than he did. That made her the veteran. She stood there confidently with her clothes in a neat pile at her feet, waiting for his next order.

  “Turn around slowly.”

  She felt the intensity of his gaze on every inch of her body. It was disconcerting how wet it made her.

  “Go to the chair in the center of the room.”

  She walked over slowly and faced him, keeping her eyes on his black marble floor.

  He came over and showed her the rope in his hand. “I will be tying you to the chair. It will not feel comfortable. I want you to embrace the discomfort and know that you are doing it for me.”

  She felt butterflies in her stomach. He was not going to be as easy to please as she had initially assumed. Ms. Clark’s voice rang in her head. You know what they say about assuming…

  “Lay your shoulders on top of the back rest and keep your body in a straight line. I will support you until you are properly situated.”

  Faelan helped her settle her shoulders on top of the wooden back, telling her to put her hands behind her. “Head back. Straighten your body.”

  The chair dug into her skin and muscles as she braced her feet against the floor and made her body straight as an arrow. “Beautiful,” he said, running his hands down the length of her body. He tied her ankles together and attached them to the legs of the chair. It gave her some support and she was grateful for it. The crease of her ass lay against the edge of the seat and dug into her there, as well.

  He tied her wrists together next and attached them to the rungs at the back. This also provided additional support, giving her a chance to remain in this position longer than she could have on her own.

  Faelan tied a blindfold over her eyes next, then moved away from her. He said from the other side of the room, “You are beautiful, blossom.”