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

by Red Phoenix

  The Power of His Touch

  Brie walked down to room two, no longer concerned about her aching feet. She tried to open the door but found it locked. She stood there alone with her eyes directed at the floor, waiting for Sir to join her. Be still my heart, she repeated to herself, many times over. It seemed like an eternity before she heard his footsteps coming down the corridor—long, confident strides.

  Sir did not acknowledge her, but went to unlock the door. As he entered the room, he said quietly, “Follow.”

  Brie immediately moved behind him, and then gasped when she saw the interior of the room. There was the same table with leather straps that she’d seen on the website. That picture of it had convinced her to start the submissive training in the first place.

  “How did you know?” she whispered.

  “Know what, Miss Bennett?”

  “That I wanted this.”

  Sir laughed lightly. “The way you responded to Miss Wilson’s lesson today made it fairly obvious.” She was embarrassed, but grateful he could easily read her desires. He pointed towards two chairs in the corner. “I want to talk to you before we begin.”

  She nodded, and sat down only after Sir took a seat.

  “Miss Bennett, you should know that I am breaking protocol here. Normally, a trainer does not interact with a student, but I am not a man who is easily denied. I have wanted to take your sweet little ass ever since I saw you bend over the box of cigarettes in the tobacco shop. As headmaster of this school, I know where your training is headed and if I want your anal virginity, I need to take it now.”

  His words sent shivers of delight through her body. “I understand, Sir.”

  “You can refuse me.”

  “I do not wish to, Sir.”

  “Fine. Then undress and kneel beside me.”

  Brie forced herself to breathe normally as she slowly and sensually took off her clothes for him. She folded them in a neat pile and then knelt down beside her Sir. He began stroking her hair, making her purr inside.

  “I saw how you handled yourself after we left the room earlier. I was pleased with your obedience.” Brie had known there were cameras. “I appreciated that you stood up for Ms. Taylor.”

  Brie looked up and smiled at him. “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Although I agree with Ms. Clark that you have an eye contact issue, I understood your need for it in the auditorium with Baron.” He glanced down at her with a glint in his eye. “I enjoyed watching you train with him tonight.” He continued to play with her hair and her whole body tingled with bliss. “I have a question for you, however.”

  She looked deep into his eyes. Whatever he wanted to know was his for the asking. “What, Sir?”

  “Tell me, what did Tono say to you at the end of your first session today?”

  “He said that he would come back for me.”

  “Hmm…” Sir rubbed his chin thoughtfully and was silent for a moment. “It appears he, as well as another Dom, is infatuated with you. After we finish here, I want you to follow me to my office. There is something I need to give you, Miss Bennett.”

  Before she could respond, Sir pulled her head back and kissed her roughly. All reasoning left her when she felt his insistent lips on hers.

  He picked her up in one swift motion and carried her to the table. He strapped her wrists down first, leaving no room for movement. Before he secured her ankles, he took one of her feet gently in his hand. “I see those shoes are doing a number on your pretty little feet. Does it hurt?”

  “Not much,” she lied.

  He smiled and lightly caressed them. “My devoted little student,” he murmured. Then he secured her ankles so that her legs were spread and ready for him.

  Sir walked to the other side of the room and opened a door. She heard the sound of running water. When he came back, he had a wet cloth in his hand. He used it to tenderly bathe her entire body. Every time the cloth began to get cold, he went back to the room and rinsed it with warm water. By the time he was finished, she felt completely clean and fresh.

  He put the cloth away and shut the door quietly. Instead of coming to her, he leaned against the wall and stared at Brie—at her naked body, strapped down and eager for him. She basked in his gaze. It was just like the website photo; her fantasies were now her reality.

  “Some men think they need toys to excite a woman, but I don’t believe that. No, I believe firmly in the power of touch.” He continued to gaze at Brie, without making a move towards her. The fact he was taking his time made her want him all the more.

  When Sir finally pushed away from the wall and walked towards her, she was literally trembling in anticipation. When his hand lightly touched her stomach, she gasped. All her awareness was focused on that one area. He gave her a leisurely smile as his fingers made their way up to her breasts. Brie closed her eyes when they made contact with her hard nipples. She moaned without meaning to and heard his light chuckle.

  “That’s it, Brie. Give in to your desire.”

  Hearing Sir call her by her given name affected her deeply. She began panting, unsure if she could handle his lovemaking.

  He bent over her and began sucking on her left nipple. She bit her lip, trying not to cry out like a silly girl. Sir pinched her other nipple and then started sucking harder. She arched her back in response, moaning his name.

  He reached one of his hands between her legs and felt her excitement. “You’re one hot, little sub,” he murmured seductively. “Something tells me your body is aching for me to fuck your sweet, virginal ass.”

  Brie whimpered and rubbed her eager pussy against his hand. He penetrated her moist depths with his middle finger. “Hot and willing, are you?” Sir pulled his finger out of her wet pussy and then pressed his tongue against her throbbing clit. He started licking the sensitive nodule as he pushed his slippery finger against her anus. She cried out passionately as he pushed his finger into her nasty little hole.

  “Oh, this virgin may be tight, but she wants my cock stroking her in the ass,” he said confidently. She nodded in agreement, too embarrassed to agree with him out loud.

  Sir would have none of it. “What does this little virgin want?”

  Brie paused a few seconds before answering. “To be taken by you, Sir.”

  “Beg for it, Brie.”

  “Please, Sir. Take my virginal ass with your cock.”

  “Do you want me to be gentle or rough?”

  Again, she paused. “Whatever is your pleasure, Sir.”

  “So agreeable, like a proper submissive,” he growled. “I think it pleases me to give you both…”

  He quickly undid the restraints and told her to get on her hands and knees. He strapped down her wrists so that she rested her weight on her forearms. Then he buckled her ankles in place, leaving her with her legs spread apart and her ass in the air.

  With unhurried motions, Sir undressed in front of her, exposing his manly chest first. It was covered in dark hair and well-defined muscles. She watched with desperate interest as he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off, along with his briefs. His cock was princely, perfectly proportioned with a thick base and a slightly longer than normal shaft.

  “Oh, yes. This entire cock is going deep inside you today,” he assured her.

  Sir moved onto the table and positioned himself behind her. He caressed her round buttocks, squeezing them in his hands before lightly slapping each. “There is nothing sweeter than a virginal ass begging to be fucked. Tell me again what you want, Brie.”

  “I want you deep inside me, Sir.”

  “As you wish.”

  She suddenly felt cold gel drip into the crease of her buttocks, and then Sir’s finger pushed the cool liquid into her warm, puckered hole. He soon replaced his probing finger with his sizable cock. He wasted little time forcing the head of his shaft into her. Brie gasped and panted as she grew used to the new sensation. Even after the butt plug the day before, she found his cock stretching her in places never tried befor
e. It almost hurt, but her body needed him so badly.

  “Relax, Brie. Let my cock dominate you,” he murmured, stroking her hair. Sir reached around and began caressing her breasts as he groaned passionately in her ear. Centimeter by centimeter, Sir made his way into her tight, virginal hole. He opened her up more the deeper he pushed. “We’re halfway, Brie. Do you think you can take more?”

  She didn’t know how, but she wanted more and answered, “All of you, Sir.”

  He grabbed her waist and began thrusting, slowly and sensually. The concentrated movement relaxed her tight muscles and he finally pushed his entire cock into her resistant depths. She moaned at the sensation of fullness his thick cock gave her.

  “Now that I have given it to you gently, I think it is time I switched gears.”

  She whimpered, despite her hungering desire for him.

  “I want to hear your unrestrained cries when I fuck your little ass. Don’t hold anything back.”

  “Yes, my Sir.”

  “My Sir—now that’s a little presumptuous of you, isn’t it?” he chuckled, before giving a quick and hearty thrust into her ass. Brie squealed at the intensity of it. “Would you like another?” he asked.

  She nodded her head enthusiastically, but said nothing.

  “No, Brie, you must voice your desire.”

  “Please, Sir, may I have another?”

  The instant the words left her mouth, his cock thrust deep and true. She cried out, surprised at the depth of his penetration. “Now, Brie. Would you like me to fuck your sexy little ass?”

  “If it pleases you, Sir.”

  She felt his hand tighten around her waist while she waited for his pounding. Sir’s thrusts became hard and commanding. She started to moan and then cried out, holding nothing back as his hard shaft stroked the inside of her tight hole.

  Sir’s groans of pleasure were music to her ears. To please her Sir was Brie’s deepest desire, so when his fingers entered her wet pussy and he ordered her to orgasm, she released all her pent-up passion and came violently around his fingers.

  His surprised groan sent a second wave of pleasure crashing over her. As if he couldn’t take it, he immediately grabbed her hips and began stroking into her ass for all he was worth. She reveled in it, loving every second of his passionate pounding. She screamed out his name when he stiffened inside her and began bathing her ass with his hot seed. There is no greater joy than this!

  When Sir finally pulled out of her, he seemed more vulnerable, more approachable. She longed to be released from her bonds so that she could wrap her arms around him and kiss him all over. Instead, he turned away and got dressed.

  When Sir came back to her side, he was once again the authoritative headmaster. He undid her straps and ordered her to get dressed. Brie had to move slowly, still shaking from the heated exchange.

  “Don’t put your shoes on yet,” he told her.

  After she was fully dressed, he called her to kneel beside him. He stroked her long hair in such a loving manner. It made her wish she could remain beside him like this forever. Eventually, he ordered her to stand up. She did so gracefully, desiring to please him. She desperately wanted to gaze into his eyes, and silently begged him to speak to her.

  She was pleasantly surprised when he pulled her against him and lifted her chin up. Sir’s lips pressed against her mouth and she moaned in pure ecstasy.

  “Something tells me that this ex-virgin would like more.”

  “Yes, Sir,” she purred.

  “Too bad, my dear. You must wait.”

  She wanted to seduce him, but remembered her place. “As you please, Sir.”

  She stepped into the torturous six-inch heels and hid her pain with a look of contentment. She followed close behind Sir as he walked down the hall, curious to know what he planned to give her.

  As soon as they entered his office, he commanded her to kneel again. He sat down at his desk and began searching through the bottom drawer. He held up a thin black collar. Brie’s heart wanted to burst with joy. It was obvious he wasn’t pleased with the other Doms showing an interest in her, and she’d read online that a collar was a sign of ownership.

  “As one of my students, you are under my charge. I cannot have Doms endeavoring to claim you before the course is finished. There is still much for you to learn.” He walked back over to her. “Brie, it would be foolish to choose a Dominant until you have more experience. Although I can safely say that all of the Dominants used in training would make good partners, I do not want any of them attempting to sway your decision. Therefore, I am placing this collar of protection around your neck.”

  She felt his manly touch as he fastened the collar on her. Brie closed her eyes, her stomach fluttering at the intimate contact.

  Sir continued, “This will be a visual reminder for others to keep their distance until your training is complete.” He said in a lower voice, “This does not indicate my ownership of you.”

  Brie’s heart dropped, but she said, “Thank you, Sir.”

  He chuckled lightly. “Everything you feel is written on your face, Brie.”

  She felt shame and then wanted to die because he could tell. Sir lifted her chin. “I am your trainer. I cannot claim you as my submissive.” He kissed her one last time, and the collar around her neck rubbed pleasantly against her delicate skin.

  It didn’t matter that Sir had said to wait until her training was over. In this one area, Brie could not obey—her heart was already his.

  An Exchange of Gifts

  The sun streamed into her bedroom, announcing the start of a new day. Brie curled up under her blankets with a grin on her face as she relived her encounter with Sir. His erotic touch had surpassed her wildest dreams and she could not forget the look of vulnerability on his face afterwards. She knew he felt the strong connection, but Brie had to be patient. As her trainer, Sir was not allowed to claim her.

  Still… She caressed the thin black leather collar around her neck. He insisted it was a ‘protection’ collar so the other Doms would not influence her during training. She had a sneaking suspicion the collar’s true purpose was to stake his unspoken claim on her. Brie didn’t mind; she wanted Sir all to herself.

  She popped out of bed when the alarm started beeping. Today would be her third day at the Submissive Training Center. Of the six women who’d started the program, three had already dropped out. The first two sessions had been meant to weed out wannabe subs. It made her wonder what tonight’s training would be like, now that only serious submissives remained. She trembled with excitement.

  Brie dressed for work, this time choosing tight-fitting jeans, a black silk shirt and her six-inch heels. After only a few days of class, she already looked at herself in an entirely new light. She’d always worn clothes for comfort, but now she wore them for power—sexual power. It was thrilling to observe the positive reactions from men, and sometimes even women, in the confines of the little tobacco shop.

  People treated her differently now. Mr. Reynolds, who had always been respectful, now treated her with reverence. It was intoxicating. Even Jeff, who was worthless as a coworker, tried to get in her good graces. He stocked the cigarettes on his own these days and pointed it out, hoping to impress her.

  Um…that’s his job, she thought as she priced the new shipment of tobacco. When the door to the little shop opened, she looked up, wondering which of their regulars it would be. Her stomach did a little flip when she saw it was Tono. He looked at her with those rich, chocolate brown eyes and a smile that melted her heart. Seeing him in her work environment was disconcerting, but in a delightful, earthmoving way.

  She stood up slowly and faced him, practicing her grace and poise. His eyes traveled from her face to her neck, but then locked on the collar. Without a word, he turned and left the shop.

  She felt the urge to run after him, but stayed where she was. She fingered the thin, leather protector around her neck. Who knew it had that kind of power?

  Brie was g
rateful Sir had thought to collar her. She would never have guessed that Tono would be so quick to start something outside the Training Center. Sir had read the Dominant’s intentions well. It was obvious that the young Dom respected Sir, based on his quick retreat.

  However, something pricked her consciousness. Even though she was devoted to Sir, there was no denying she had feelings for Tono. She couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment at not getting the chance to talk to him. She hoped she would see the charming Dom that evening, so that she could express with her hands what she had been unable to say with her mouth.

  After work, she readied herself for class, taking special care with her nails. She painted them a deep red, wanting them to look as sexy and desirable as her lips. Once she was dressed in her corseted school uniform, she practiced her transitions from a kneeling position to standing in front of her full-length mirror. Beauty and grace, she repeated to herself.

  She was so caught up in doing it perfectly that she forgot the time. Brie had to grab her long coat and rush out of the door. When she got to the campus, she only had four minutes to make it to class. She turned her ankle, smashing hard into one of the business students at the entrance of the school. He caught her in his arms, preventing her from falling onto the cement.

  “Whoa, where’s the fire?” he asked with a smooth chuckle.

  She looked up into crystal blue eyes and forgot herself for a second. She shook her head. “I’m sorry, I have to go or I’ll be late.”

  She whipped off her shoes and ran for the elevator. With seconds to spare, she made it to the classroom and sat down at her desk. She gracefully slipped her heels back on just as the bell rang.

  She glanced up and saw everyone staring at her. Brie smiled innocently and shrugged. Mr. Gallant began his lesson on cue, not allowing her dramatic entrance to disrupt his teaching. She wondered if he would reprimand her after class.

  “It is important that you understand the power you have as a submissive. It is not a case of you being inferior when you bow at your Dom’s feet. The reality is your Dom only has the illusion of power. You are the one in control. You decide how far the scene will go. It is your gift to him or her. The Dominants in this establishment understand this and treat it as the valuable gift it is. Not all Doms are as enlightened, but we will talk about that another day.”