by Vi Keeland
Each of the remaining girls received critiques of a similar nature. All had weaknesses that the panel highlighted and addressed. It was a humbling experience, to say the least.
When they had finished, Sir spoke to the class as a whole. “We will discuss your performance amongst ourselves. Make your way to the commons area. There you will find refreshments. Wait until I come for you.”
Brie stumbled twice before she made it out of the room. She heard Sir call out to her, “Shoes!” She turned to him and nodded, humiliated at being called out like that. She gritted her teeth and tried to walk away with grace. Damn these fucking shoes!
The Second Practicum
The commons was in the center of the building. It had been set up with wine, beer, finger foods and miniature desserts. A girl’s dream. All five of the women were silent as they gathered what they wanted and sat at a nearby table. Once they were seated, Brie spoke up. “Well, that was different.” There was nervous laughter all around. The group quietly consumed their refreshments, each mulling over what had just happened.
It didn’t seem real that Brie had been taken by a stranger—and not just any stranger. The man had been the exact opposite of what she found attractive. It had been a shocking test, but it had opened her eyes. Age did not hold the importance she’d thought it did. What else would she find out about herself?
Sir came to the commons area a short time later. “I want to speak to you each individually before we begin the next practicum. Miss Sanders,” he said, directing a small brunette to join him at a far-off table.
The conversation between them looked intense, and the prospect of speaking to Sir alone like that made Brie nervous. She took another sip of wine to build her courage.
All the other women were called up to talk to him before she finally got her chance. She subconsciously bit her lip as she tried to walk gracefully in her heels. There was only a slight wobble near the end and she prayed he hadn’t noticed.
“I saw your video,” he stated when she sat down. Brie blanched a little. What was he going to say about it? “I am curious. It says on your application that you do not like anal sex.” She nodded slowly in agreement. “Why, then, did you use the dildo in such a manner?”
“The instructions said to.”
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “No, they did not. You were only instructed to stimulate your anus.”
Brie’s eyes widened. “You mean I didn’t have to?”
“No. But the fact that you did says a lot about you.”
She closed her eyes, feeling sick. What does it say about me? Did he think she was a slut, or maybe a liar?
“Look at me.” Brie opened her eyes and saw Sir staring at her kindly. “You believed you did not like anal sex, although you hadn’t tried it. It was obvious in your video.” Brie wondered what he meant by that, but was afraid to ask. “I think there is a lot you don’t know about yourself, Miss Bennett.”
Brie’s bottom lip quivered. “I think you are right, Sir.”
“We plan to strip away any misconceptions you have in the next few weeks. You may find out things about yourself that will shock you. Are you prepared for that?”
“I don’t know, Sir.”
His chuckle was low and lighthearted. It delighted her to hear it. “Fair enough. I see great potential in you, but you will need to trust our guidance and be true to your instincts. Don’t try to be or do something that doesn’t come naturally. Be authentic and you will help the process go much faster. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m actually looking forward to it.”
“Fine.” He stood up, and she followed suit. Sir casually rested his hand on the small of her back as he addressed the group. Brie struggled to hear his words because all she could concentrate on was his touch. Her whole body vibrated, as if an electrical current was grounding her.
“Follow me to the auditorium. We have something special planned for each of you.”
Sir removed his hand and walked ahead of the group. It was as if the electricity had suddenly been turned off, and Brie struggled to move. All she wanted was for Sir to touch her again.
A lanky blonde in black leather moved in close to her and growled under her breath, “Bitch!”
And it starts… Brie wasn’t surprised that the other girls had noticed his gesture, nor was she shocked that some of them resented it. She stumbled as her ankle rolled again. The blonde laughed at her expense, gliding across the floor flawlessly in her six-inch heels. Stupid cow.
The auditorium was circular, with a small stage in the center and rows of seats all around it. The other instructors were already there, waiting for them. The small group was directed to sit in the front row.
“Once again, your partner has been chosen based on the questionnaire you filled out. This time, however, we will all watch your performance.” He nodded towards the students. “We want you to observe and learn from each other.”
Brie was excited at the prospect of watching the other girls. She just hoped she wasn’t the first one called up.
Luckily, Sir called Miss Sanders’ name and told her to go up onto the stage. The small brunette walked up the steps timidly. Brie could tell she was shaking like a leaf and clapped her hands in support. Several of the other girls joined her—except Blonde Nemesis, of course.
Sir spoke in a smooth, calming tone. “Miss Sanders, you stated that you dislike the idea of being whipped.”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered in a barely audible whisper.
“You also mentioned you like your men clean-shaven and hairless.”
This time Sanders only nodded. Brie knew where this was headed and was not surprised to see a large, muscular man walk onto the stage in only his briefs. He had a beard, and fur covered his chest and arms. Not only that, but he held a crop in his hand—the kind used for whipping horses during a race.
Brie heard the clanking of chains as they were lowered from the ceiling above the stage. All of the girls looked up in awe and fear, including Sanders.
The Dom put the whip in her mouth and commanded her to hold it. He then took Sanders’ left wrist and buckled it into a leather cuff attached to the chain above her head. He took her other wrist and did the same. The large man undid the ties of her corset and let it fall to the floor, peeling off her panties last before retrieving the whip from her mouth. Sanders stood before their little group, naked and bound.
Brie held her breath as the Dom circled his sub, snapping the crop against his hand repeatedly. She watched Sanders, wondering if the girl would call it off and quit. Brie was surprised to see an expression of lustful fear on her face.
The man started running the leather tongue of the crop against Sanders’ skin. Brie heard her whimper, but the tone of it was ripe with excitement. Everyone in the room knew she wanted what was coming. Her Dom snapped the whip against her right ass cheek and she cried out in satisfaction. He quickly followed it up with a snap on her left butt cheek. The crack of the whip echoed in the small auditorium.
He moved to her front and ran the crop over her small breasts. Brie couldn’t believe he was going to do it, but then he did. The Dom snapped it down on her nipple. Sanders cried out in painful pleasure, and he grunted. “You like that, don’t you?” She nodded her head meekly.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to whip me again…please.”
Before her last word was out, he cracked it over her other nipple. Sanders’ whimpering cry was erotic, and Brie felt a wave of wetness between her legs. She was stunned that she found the whipping scene so arousing.
She snuck a glance at Sir and saw that he was watching Sanders intently. He scribbled something down in his notebook while the Dom continued to whip and tease Sanders to distraction. Brie turned her eyes back to the stage and watched as he bent over, cupping Sanders’ chin to kiss her on the lips. The chains made clinking noises as she attempted to move away from his kiss.
Sir asked, “Is she wet?”
“You may release her.”
He took Sanders out of the bindings with tenderness. The way he treated her afterwards was gentle, as if he were her lover. Sanders swayed a little as she found her legs again. It was clear she was weak from the erotic tryst. Her Dom stood next to her protectively.
Sir stood up and addressed her. “Miss Sanders, how do you feel right now?”
“Excited, a little off balance.”
“Would you want the Dom to continue with the whipping?”
“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.
“Good. Thank him and sit back down.”
Sanders opened her mouth to thank him, but the Dom said clearly, “Suck me.”
She looked back over at Sir questioningly, but his expression was unreadable. Sanders obediently sank to her knees and eased his large cock out of his briefs. She wrapped her small hand around his shaft and opened her mouth wide. Her slurping sounds filled the room as she sucked on his manhood. He put his hand on the back of her head, forcing her to take it even deeper. “That’s good. Swallow my come, little dove.”
When Sanders had swallowed the last of his essence, she stood up. They exchanged a look that surprised Brie. The Dom clearly had affection for Sanders and she had seemed to enjoy the way he played with her, but she was obviously turned off by his looks.
Sir spoke to her again. “Miss Sanders, would you have preferred this scene had played out with somebody else?”
She answered quickly, “Yes.”
The hairy man nodded to Sir and walked off the stage. The chains disappeared upwards, clinking ominously. Sanders quickly donned her clothes and returned to her seat. The four remaining girls waited for their names to be called.
“Miss Bennett.”
Brie felt a chill go through her. What did Sir have in store for her this time around?
Brie’s Breakthrough
She climbed the stairs onto the stage and faced the panel bravely.
“Class,” Sir said, looking at the other women. “Miss Bennett shared in her application that she was bullied by classmates at the predominantly African American school she attended as a child. Because of that, she has an unnatural fear of anyone of African American descent.” Sir looked up at Brie. “Is this true, Miss Bennett?”
Brie nodded, cursing herself for putting it in the application. As if Sir could read her mind, he said, “Do not regret telling us your background. The more we know about you, the faster your training will advance. Hiding parts of yourself will only lead to difficulties later on. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“You noted that you do not like anal sex. Why?”
She looked down at her feet. “I’ve never tried it, Sir. Truthfully, I don’t know if I like it or not, but it sounds painful.”
Sir looked at the group of women again. “Part of a Dominant’s responsibility is to stretch and grow his sub without taking her too far.”
Brie heard the steps of her new partner walking up the stairs. The man moved up behind her and wrapped his right arm around the front of her waist in a possessive manner. She looked down and was not surprised to see his skin was the color of dark chocolate.
His voice was a low rumble next to her ear. “Are you ready for me?”
Brie’s breath came in short gasps. She wasn’t prepared to do this… He turned her around and tilted her head up. “Are you ready?”
She looked up into his dark hazel eyes. Brie expected to see anger and hatred reflected in them, her irrational fear kicking in, but they were filled with lust—lust for her. She nodded. He grazed his thumb across her lips before his mouth came down on hers. His thick lips felt different and he had a spicier smell to his musk. Neither was unpleasant.
After the kiss, Brie’s new Dom held her arm up and stroked the outline of her curves, causing her skin to tingle as his hand made its way down to her hip. His dark skin contrasted beautifully against her creamy white.
Having this man touch her intimately felt forbidden, even though her rational mind knew differently. She decided to give in to the feeling—wanting to feel wicked. When he kissed her again, she moaned into his mouth, letting his tongue claim her.
She heard movement on the stage. When he broke the embrace, she saw that a bed and small table had been placed near them. There were things laid out on the table, but she couldn’t tell what.
The Dom began untying her leather top. Soon her chest was exposed to the audience. Brie looked away, not wanting to acknowledge that she had observers. She realized, however, that Sir was studying her with interest. She remembered his critique and made a conscious choice to be more vocal with this Dom.
She put her hand on the man’s shoulder as he helped her step out of the skirt and hose. Then he lifted her up and placed her on the bed. “On all fours,” he commanded. Brie saw the lubricant on the small table and began shaking all over. She struggled to breathe as she got on her hands and knees, frightened that what came next would hurt. A small whimper escaped her lips as he joined her on the bed.
Her Dom ran his hand over her back for reassurance. “There is no reason to be frightened. I’m not going to hurt you.” He picked up an object from the table. “Have you seen one of these before?”
She looked at the item in his hand. It looked like a short phallus with a flanged end that was decorated with a large blue crystal. Brie answered quietly, “No.”
He seemed amused and nodded his head. “It has an unromantic name, but is an enjoyable piece of equipment.”
Brie tried to calm her erratic heartbeat. She was grateful that he was being understanding and patient with her. “What is it?” she asked.
“It’s called a butt plug.”
Brie looked up at him nervously.
Sir interrupted the scene to talk to the other students. “As you can see, her Dom has chosen a smaller device, since this is her first time.” The other girls nodded as if they understood, but Brie couldn’t miss the relief on their faces at knowing they weren’t the ones up on stage.
She watched in a combination of fear and fascination as the Dom covered it in lubricant. “Lay your head on the pillow but keep your ass in the air. I want you to look back towards me.”
Brie did as he asked, the position making her anus more accessible to him and easier for everyone else to see. She held her breath as he moved down between her legs. What he held in his hand was way bigger than the thing she had played with. She closed her eyes, determined to be brave.
“No, open them,” he demanded gently.
She looked at him, realizing that being silent and shutting her eyes to get through it was not allowed. Her Dom needed and wanted Brie to communicate with him.
She fought the urge to bite her lip as she felt the cold tip of the plug push against her sphincter. She gasped when he slowly eased it inside her, stretching her tight hole, and then grunted in discomfort as he gently forced it farther in.
He pulled the plug out slightly and then pushed it back in. The movement seemed to loosen her muscles and the toy advanced farther inside her. He continued the process, moving slowly and allowing her body to adjust. Despite the small diameter of the plug, it felt as if there were a full-sized shaft inside her. She couldn’t imagine what a real cock would feel like.
Brie panted as she continued to adjust to the ever-widening girth of the plug. Just when she didn’t think her ass could stretch any more, she hit the stopper. Her anus clamped around it. The plug wasn’t going anywhere until her Dom pulled it out. He bent down and kissed her ass cheeks. “It looks beautiful from here.”
She envisioned her butt in the air, with a blue crystal where her asshole should be. Maybe it did look pretty. At least he was pleased. Brie tingled with a feeling of accomplishment. She’d taken the foreign object inside her. It certainly felt strange, but it did not hurt.
“Lie down on your back now,” he growled lustfu
lly.
She shivered with excitement, knowing he had something else in mind. She lay down and looked up at her handsome Dom. He looked so strong and powerful standing over her. She trembled when he pulled down his briefs and she saw his manhood for the first time. It was a lighter shade than the rest of him and incredibly thick. “I am going to take you with the plug still in place.” He must have read the fear in her eyes, because he caressed her cheek and said, “Do you want to please me?”
Brie’s loins quivered in response. Yes, she did want to please him, but not if it would hurt. She thought back to what Sir had said. He’d told the class that a good Dominant knew the limits of his or her sub. Did she trust this man not to harm her? She looked up into those hazel eyes again and had no doubt. She opened her legs to him.
Her dark-skinned Dom climbed between them. Even though she didn’t mean to, she bit her lip when his cock entered her. His thickness would have filled her up on its own, but the added plug made her pussy so tight that it felt as if it were her first time.
He gently thrust his substantial girth inside her taut opening, allowing Brie’s body to get used to the constricted feeling. After he’d fully penetrated her with his length, he began stroking her with his shaft. He used it like an instrument, rubbing her in places she hadn’t been touched before. She vocalized for him then, letting him know how good it felt.
His thrusts became more focused and intense, rubbing on one spot in particular that gave her goose bumps. “Come for me. I want to feel your pussy come all over my dark shaft.”
Brie moaned, wanting to give him her pleasure. She tilted her head back and started groaning deep in her throat. This was going to be an orgasm like none she had experienced before. Her whole body tensed right before the first intense wave hit. She screamed and then screamed again as the strength of it blurred her senses. For a moment, she lost track of everything—where she was, what she was doing, even who she was…