Brie's Submission (1-3) (Brie's Submission Boxed Set)

by Red Phoenix

  By the time the trainers returned, the room was quiet again. “You may stand,” Ms. Clark announced.

  Taylor scrambled up, groaning loudly. Brie concentrated on trying to move gracefully even though her body was stiff. She stumbled a little, but got to her feet.

  The ghostly white trainer stood up and addressed the girls. “Look me in the eye and tell me if you obeyed the command.”

  Blondie spoke first. “Yes, Marquis Gray.”

  Sanders was next in line and answered, “I did, Marquis Gray.”

  Brie wondered what Taylor would say, but the girl remained silent.

  Brie looked into Marquis’ intense eyes and almost lost her power of speech. It was as if he was looking into her soul, wanting to devour her. “I did as you commanded, Master.” She blanched a little and corrected herself. “Marquis Gray.”

  He snorted. “You may call me Master if you wish.” There seemed so much more behind his words than a simple jest. It made her quiver inside.

  Blondie tattled shamelessly. “Marquis Gray, Taylor did not follow your command.”

  He glanced Blondie’s way, but did not acknowledge her. Instead, he looked at Ms. Taylor and asked, “Is this true?”

  She responded immediately, “Yes, Marquis Gray.”

  “What did you fail to obey?”

  “I talked, sir.”

  “Is that all?”

  Blondie spoke up again. “She made jokes and complained. She tried to ruin it for the rest of us.”

  Marquis Gray’s eyes narrowed as he glared at Taylor. “I do not think you are worthy of our training.”

  Brie didn’t want to see Taylor go; she really liked the girl’s sense of humor. “Marquis Gray, do I have permission to speak?”

  He walked over to her and moved in invasively close. Brie’s nostrils were assaulted by his manly scent and she felt the heat of his breath on her cheek. “Speak,” he commanded.

  “Ms. Taylor was trying to…keep our spirits up. I do not feel she should be punished for trying to help.”

  “Should you be punished then?” he asked in a deep, ominous tone.

  She quickly answered in the negative. “Only if it pleases you.”

  He leaned in next to her ear and whispered hoarsely, “Ah, but it would please me…”

  Brie felt her insides contract in fear. Marquis Gray moved back to the table and the four trainers discussed the situation quietly amongst themselves.

  Had Brie just ruined her chance with Sir by standing up for Taylor? She had to fight off the tears burning her eyes. She was determined to remain strong and take the punishment with dignity. Taylor glanced her way with an apologetic look in her eye. Blondie, however, gloated. Brie wanted to wring her thin, little neck.

  Sir stood up. He smiled pleasantly at her nemesis and stated, “I will speak with you privately, Miss Wilson, following the practicum.”

  Brie’s heart fell. Had he chosen a new favorite based on her actions?

  Marquis Gray addressed Taylor. “Your disobedience must be punished, regardless of the reasons for it. You will be joining me at the end of the practicum.”

  Neither trainer spoke to Brie. They continued the practicum with no further explanation. Master Coen, the overly muscular trainer, snapped his fingers. Four attractive men entered the room and stood before each of the girls. Brie faced a gorgeous man with long, dark bangs that partially covered his eyes. He had a sexy Asian look to him that reminded Brie of her favorite character in Japanese anime. His features were definitely pleasing, but all she could think about was Sir.

  Master Coen addressed the group. “Your Doms will be teaching you basic positions. We will be observing how well you respond to their instruction. Expect to be critiqued afterwards.” He sat back down, picked up a pen and began scribbling something. She wondered which of them had already screwed up.

  Brie closed her eyes and was instantly hit with a vision of Sir taking Blondie in his office. It tore at her heart. Then her Dom commanded, “Look at me.” She opened her eyes and gazed into the richest chocolate brown eyes she’d ever seen.

  “You will address me as Tono.” His voice had a velvety quality that thrilled her.

  “Yes, Tono.”

  During his instruction, Tono’s hands moved constantly over her skin, correcting, caressing, and teasing her. Brie kept taking quick glances at his magnetic eyes, captivated by them. He caught her several times but did not correct her.

  Tono carefully instructed her on how to ‘kneel up’ and ‘kneel down’, what stance to take while at ‘rest’, and the kneeling position he preferred in a private setting. “Spread your legs in a tempting V for me and clasp your hands tightly behind your back so that I can enjoy those beautiful breasts.” When she did, he lightly grazed her nipples through the corset and her whole body tingled with sexual tension.

  His final lesson was on how she should ‘present’ herself to him. “I need you on your hands and knees, back arched, chest forward, head down, legs spread far apart so everything is displayed for my pleasure.”

  Just his description made her loins wet. She followed his instructions, but he nudged her legs out even farther and told her to arch her back more. The position was uncomfortable, but she had no doubt the view he had was revealing. She took a quick glance in the mirror. The line of her body reminded her of a cat in heat.

  His hands caressed her ass underneath the skirt and then moved up her back to her hair. He grabbed at a handful of her brown curls and pulled her head back to kiss her. “You learn well, toriko.”

  Ms. Clark ordered the girls to undress and kneel beside their Doms. Brie tried to remain graceful as she undid her corset and shimmied out of her skirt. She slowly unrolled her hose and stepped out of them. Brie walked over to Tono and knelt down sensually. She was desperate to see the look on Sir’s face, to know if he was displeased with her. However, she kept her eyes down and waited for her next instruction.

  Sir stayed at the table, but addressed the girls individually. It was another round of humiliating critiques. None of them was spared, including Brie. Ms. Clark seemed especially disgusted with her. “Are you aware that you interacted with your Dom as if he was your intimate lover and not your superior? You were constantly looking him in the eye.”

  Brie nodded her head once in acknowledgment. Master Coen spoke next. “You must remember your place, Miss Bennett. I believe your Dom was being overly lenient with you today. I also noticed you were stiff in your movements. Practice your transitions.”

  Marquis Gray’s voice was smooth and dangerous. “You seem to have a power over your Doms that needs correction. I wouldn’t want to see it crushed, as it is a part of your charm. However, it needs to be reined in.”

  Sir had only one comment. “Go home tonight and practice your transitions, as Master Coen suggested.”

  “It will be my pleasure, Sir.” She looked into his eyes, hoping for a sign of approval, but his expression was nondescript.

  He ordered, “Class, you will now present yourselves to your Doms and please them as they see fit.”

  Brie hid her disappointment and immediately dropped to the floor. “Not here,” Tono said. He held out his hand and helped her up. “Move over to the mirror. I want you to watch me enjoy your body.” She allowed him to guide her and waited for his first command.

  “Present yourself to me,” he said huskily. She got into position, straining to arch her back in a beautiful curved shape with her legs spread, just as he had instructed. She kept her head down, waiting for his next order.

  Brie heard him undress and her loins burned with desire. There was something intoxicating about this Dom. It was obvious he had been handpicked for her based on the questionnaire she had filled out, but it was more than just his looks. She felt a deeper connection.

  Tono positioned himself behind her and then commanded, “Look in the mirror.”

  She lifted her head and looked into the reflection. His eyes radiated fiery lust, making her moan softly. He heard it a
nd smiled. “Yes, let me hear your pleasure.”

  Brie purred, “Yes, Tono.”

  He grabbed her hair and pulled it back as he rubbed his hard shaft against her swollen pussy. Watching this beautiful man about to mount her was more than she could take. Her passionate cry echoed through the room when he held her waist and penetrated her. Tono’s cock was thick, giving her a satisfying sense of being filled. He plunged deeper into her willing depths. She moaned for him, loving the way he stroked her with his manhood.

  Tono leaned forward and murmured, “Look me in the eye, my little sex slave.”

  This Dom knew Brie’s desire and wanted her to get lost in his gaze. She stared into those gorgeous brown eyes as he took pleasure in her body, his thrusts hard and demanding.

  “Toriko, you have the prettiest honey-colored eyes.” He added lustfully, “And I like the way your tits bounce with each thrust of my cock.”

  She asked, not wanting to break his command, “May I look, Tono?”

  “I want you to.”

  She looked down at her dancing breasts. With each hard stroke, they bounced delightfully. It gave her a sense of power to know her breasts heightened his enjoyment. She gazed into his eyes again and smiled—her smile just for him. Tono was intoxicating.

  “I shall plant my seed deep inside you, toriko.” She moaned loudly, wanting to feel his come bathe her insides. He took both hands and grabbed her buttocks, commanding that she arch her back farther, keeping her eyes on him as he came.

  Then Tono released his passionate wrath on her body. She couldn’t breathe as he rammed her with his shaft. It was amazing and frightening, the way he owned her with his cock. She never broke eye contact with her Dom. She knew the moment he released his seed inside her and her entire body hummed with pleasure.

  “Thank you, Tono, thank you…” she whispered.

  He slowed down, but remained inside her. He looked at her in the mirror, commanding something with his eyes that he did not voice. Suddenly, the delayed contractions of a sweet orgasm took her and she caressed his manhood with her climax. Wetness flowed from inside her depths, spilling out when he disengaged from her.

  “That’s my good love slave,” he said, petting her long hair. “Now clean it up with your panties.” She did so immediately, embarrassed to have made a mess. He took the thong from her and kissed it. “This, I keep.”

  Both dressed quietly while the others finished with their sessions. Before he left, she knelt beside him and bowed. “Thank you, Tono.”

  He told her to lift her head up and then said softly, so only she could hear, “I will be back for you.”

  She smiled at him affectionately. “If it pleases you.”

  When he left, she turned in the direction of the four trainers. She kept her head bowed in the respectful kneeling position she preferred. After all the men had left, Sir spoke to the class. “Those who have not been called to meet privately will proceed to the commons. Someone will come to get you for the second practicum.”

  Brie watched poor Taylor follow the silent and foreboding Marquis out of the room. She could see Taylor shaking. How bad would her punishment be? At least the girl always had the option to quit if it got too rough.

  Sir nodded to Blonde Nemesis and only said one word. “Follow.”

  Brie watched helplessly as Sir left with her. To keep herself from falling apart, she reflected on Tono’s lovemaking. Even if Sir no longer wanted her, at least she had a Dom she adored.

  Facing the Unknown

  Brie and Sanders proceeded to the commons and found a lovely salad and some wine set out for them. The two sat down and began eating quietly. “What’s your first name?” Brie asked between bites.

  “Teri.”

  Brie held out her hand. “Well, hello, Teri. My name is Brie.”

  Teri took her hand and shook it firmly. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance. Hey, do you think Taylor will be okay?”

  “I have to believe the school wouldn’t be world renowned if they abused their students.”

  “I know, but man, I wouldn’t want to be her right now. That was brave of you to stick up for her like you did.”

  “I just hated how Blondie—I mean, Wilson—tattled on her. Especially after Mr. Gallant instructed us to support each other.”

  “Yeah, I don’t trust that woman farther than I can throw her. I can’t believe she is getting special treatment from Sir for being a rat.”

  Teri couldn’t have known how her words would affect Brie. She suddenly imagined Sir mounting Blondie as they spoke, and it made her blood run ice cold. “Oh well, eventually she’ll get hers,” she grumbled.

  They were finishing their meal when Taylor walked in. Her eyeliner was smeared on her cheeks as if she’d been crying, but she seemed peaceful. She sat down next to them and started to eat.

  “Are you okay?” Brie asked.

  She looked up from her food and nodded. Then she went back to eating in silence.

  “Are you planning on staying in the program?” Teri asked.

  Again, she looked up and nodded, but didn’t speak.

  Brie decided to ask her a question that could not be answered with a simple yes or no. “So, my name is Brie and this is Teri. What’s your name?”

  Taylor smiled and started playing with her food instead of answering them. Brie looked over at Teri and shrugged.

  Taylor pushed her plate over, and Brie saw that she had spelled out the name ‘Lea’ in green beans.

  “Your name is Lea?” Brie asked.

  She nodded and took the plate back, stabbing the green beans and eating them with gusto.

  “I guess she isn’t allowed to talk as part of her punishment,” Teri commented.

  “Yep, that’s a safe bet,” Brie agreed. She patted Lea on the back. “I’m glad you’re staying with us. I enjoy your jokes.”

  Lea’s eyes sparkled. Brie could tell they were going to be good friends.

  Soon after, Blonde Nemesis joined them. She, too, was quiet. Brie examined her, trying to discern whether she had coupled with Sir or not, but Blondie’s face was unreadable. The girl picked up her plate and moved to another table to eat. Her lack of gloating spoke volumes.

  Master Coen eventually came to the commons to direct them to the second practicum. If Sir was planning to dominate her tonight, this would be when he’d do it. The end of the second night was fast approaching.

  The girls walked into the auditorium and sat at the front, just as they had the night before. Sir did not waste any time. “As with last night’s practicum, we want you to observe and learn from your classmates. There is no point in repeating a lesson when you are perfectly capable of learning from each other.”

  Marquis Gray stood up and called out, “Miss Wilson, you will be our first tonight.”

  She nodded in his direction, looking a bit sheepish. Then she gracefully walked up the stairs to the stage and turned towards the little group. Her eyes rested on Brie. There was an unmistakable look of hatred in them. Good. Sir had not shown her any ‘special treatment’. Brie smiled back at her sweetly.

  Marquis Gray stated, “Miss Wilson, last night you faced an activity you claimed to dislike with a Dom that you did not find attractive. Tonight, the same partner will join you on the stage to help you experience something unknown. We want to see how you adapt to new situations and to what level you trust your Dom.”

  Brie was confused. It did not seem that Sir was going to take her after all. It robbed her of the joy she’d been carrying all day. She struggled not to pout as she watched Blondie get her wrists bound to her ankles and then be gagged by her Dom, a man who resembled a scrawny computer nerd. It looked extremely uncomfortable, but the girl never once lost her look of serenity. Blondie responded to her Dom’s caresses, groaning in pleasure when he took off her thong and started playing with her pussy. “Don’t move,” he commanded.

  He began by teasing her with his fingers, tongue…and teeth. She gave a muffled cry when he thrust his fingers
deep into her pussy. It was obvious from her abundant juices that she was enjoying his attention. He finally released the gag and commanded that she suck him dry. She eagerly latched on to his thin cock and sucked with fervor.

  He had complete control over her because her wrists were bound to her ankles. He thrust his shaft repeatedly into her mouth, ordering her to take it deep. She moaned in pleasure, apparently enjoying his rough treatment.

  Brie assumed he would come in her mouth, but he abruptly stopped and left the stage for a couple of seconds. He returned with a large purple dildo and told her to spread her legs farther. He slowly inserted it into her vagina, and then the air filled with the distinct sound of humming. Blondie whimpered in pleasure, obviously enjoying the vibrations of the toy.

  He thrust his cock back into her mouth and started pumping away. “I want you to come when I do.” Blondie looked up at her Dom in lustful adoration. It didn’t take long before he tensed and shouted, “Come for your Master!”

  Blondie clamped down on the dildo between her legs and started groaning as he came in her mouth. The excess of his ejaculation dripped down her chin. Brie felt a gush of wetness between her own legs. Why she was getting horny watching Blondie orgasm was beyond her, but what made it even worse was that she didn’t have panties on. Tono had taken off with them. She shifted uncomfortably, realizing she had just made the seat slippery with her juices.

  Blondie thanked her Dom after she was unbound, and walked unsteadily back to her seat, weak from the sexual encounter. Sir stood up and spoke. “That was enjoyable to watch, Miss Wilson. I take it you were pleased by the scene your Dom set up?” Blondie nodded. “Well done.”

  Sir then looked at Brie. “What is your problem, Miss Bennett?”

  She wanted to curl up and die, but she answered him clearly. “I have made the seat moist, Sir. I have no underwear.”