Learning to Yield (Power Exchange Academy - Submissive Center/Master's School)

by Martin, Madelene

  “Will this position be comfortable in half an hour?” He asked, giving his little smile. “An hour? Two?”

  A couple of the students let out little laughs, and Mr. Morgan raised his eyebrows and looked sharply at them. “It may well be asked of you.” He said. “So it’s best if you find a way that will work for you. And practice, practice, practice.”

  The next position was kneeling. “This may be similar to sitting, but is more formal. Sit up on your heels, back straight, keep your hands behind your back.” Mr. Morgan called out. “This naturally causes your chest to be thrust out. Keep your head bowed and your gaze softly towards the floor unless your master is speaking to you.”

  They all practiced moving fluidly into position, over and over again. Ashley’s knees started hurting a little more each time they contacted the hard wood floor.

  Mr. Morgan reminded them periodically to be graceful and dignified. It was better to go slowly than rush and look chaotic. He singled each of them out for something or other. When he told Ashley she had begun to slouch, she bit her lip and straightened her back to a rod-like position, cursing herself. She wanted so badly to win his approval.

  “Now, we get to the hard stuff.” He said, when he was satisfied with their progress. “The punishment position.” He paused while the students looked at each other awkwardly. “Vanessa,” he said. “Why don’t you come and demonstrate the position I taught you earlier?”

  Vanessa hesitated for a moment. Her face went bright red.

  “Don’t worry - ” Mr. Morgan said, “I won’t actually be punishing you this time. Go and fetch that box.” He pointed to the corner where a plain wooden box was stowed. It was desk-height, and on wheels.

  Vanessa slowly got up and went to the corner, pulling the box over to the center in front of him. Now its purpose became apparent as she bent over it, facing the trainer.

  She spread her legs wide, her skirt riding slightly up her legs, her ass pointing up in the air. She put her head down and gripped the edge of the box with her hands, her knuckles turning white.

  “This position is used if your master commands you to bend over a desk, a bed, or something else for punishment.” He patted Vanessa on the shoulder, a surprisingly tender gesture that caused another jealous pang for Ashley.

  She got up, and he pushed the box away. “Now, if there is no desk, you assume this position.” He took hold of Vanessa’s shoulders, and turned her so her back was facing the students. “Bend from the waist,” he directed. “Legs wide, knees locked. Hands braced on your knees. Keep your eyes on the floor.”

  Vanessa did as she was told. This time her short skirt rode up so far that Ashley could see her black lacy thong, nestled between the tanned cheeks of her shapely ass. In the mirror she could see her blonde hair hanging down, and her bright red embarrassed blush.

  She tried to imagine herself in that position, ass exposed for all to see. The thought quickly led to images of Mr. Morgan looking at her - Mr. Morgan punishing her. Slapping her hard on the ass with his bare hand.

  Wow. Did she have a bit of a crush coming on?

  “Very good.” The professor purred. “And after your punishment, what is it you must always say, Vanessa?” He circled around her, patting her on the shoulder again.

  She stood up, bowing her head as she faced him. “Thank you, Sir.” She said.

  He smiled, and gestured her away. “Now, I want to see each of you try it.”

  Ashley spread her legs as wide as she could, trying not to turn an ankle. It wasn’t too hard - though she could feel her own skirt rising uncomfortably high. Then again, she guessed that was half the point.

  She was conscious of everyone holding the position. Mr. Morgan started walking between them. She couldn’t get a good look, but she could see he was holding something in his hand. He gave a few directions and corrections to each girl. Finally he was next to Ashley.

  He circled, walking behind her. She could sense his gaze, boring into her. Suddenly, she felt something stroking the outside of her thigh. She looked out from her upside-down position. In his hand he held a riding crop - long, with a leathery tip.

  “Legs a little wider.” He directed, flicking gently at the inside of her thigh.

  Ashley shifted to obey, widening her legs until it became just slightly uncomfortable. Her face burned even hotter, if that was possible.

  “Look at the floor, not at me.”

  For a moment, the leathery crop touched her thigh again. It lingered on her skin, traveling up the back of her leg for a moment. Then she felt it pushing up the fabric of her skirt. Up above the tops of her stockings, causing cool air to caress her skin.

  A pleasant little shiver ran through her at the sensation… and, she had to admit, at the thought of Mr. Morgan looking at her like that.

  “Very good.” He purred, his voice closer than she’d expected.

  “Thank you, Sir.” She breathed, the words coming out before she’d thought to say them.

  They learned the “Wait” position, which was a lot like kneeling, but used when your master wanted you on display. Back rod-straight, knees apart (so that if you were naked, you truly were on display), with arms behind the head and breasts thrust out.

  Then there was the “All Fours”, or “Table” position, which was pretty self-explanatory. By the time they were done with those, Ashley was feeling exhausted.

  “The last position is the Presentation Position.” Said Mr. Morgan. Everyone kneel and I will explain this one.”

  Ashley tried to kneel smoothly, watching herself in the mirror, conscious of the other students doing the same.

  “This position is used when your master commands you to present yourself to him - sometimes because he wants to use you for sex - or sometimes simply because he wants to look at you. Get on all fours, face down toward the floor, palms flat on the floor. Legs wider apart, everyone. That’s it, Harmony. Perfect example.”

  Ashley took a quick look at Harmony and adjusted her own posture. She could feel cool air on her skin and knew her skirt had risen too high and her panties were exposed.

  Mr. Morgan started his rounds, inspecting each girl and correcting their positions. As he reached Ashley and moved around behind her she winced, wishing she’d worn something a bit sexier than plain black cotton bikini briefs.

  Again, he prodded her knees wider, the leather of his riding crop softly slapping against her skin. But this time he said nothing, moving off silently. She sighed softly to herself, hungry for his praise. Maybe if she practiced hard, he would compliment her again.

  “Good. We still have to learn the Pleading and Collaring positions. But for now, I want you all to practice these at home and memorize them. I will be testing you on them, and I expect you to have perfected each one. Now please sit. I will return shortly.”

  They all moved into their preferred sitting positions. She was grateful for the chance to rest, but by now Ashley’s knees felt raw and bruised. She was unused to kneeling, and sitting on hard floors.

  As hard as she tried she couldn’t help squirming a bit - especially when the wait dragged on, from five minutes to ten, and longer.

  Karen let out a couple of loud, pointed sighs, and Vanessa kept breaking position to stretch, craning her neck to look toward the door. But just as they were all starting to get restless, Mr. Morgan returned, bringing Juliette behind him.

  “Juliette will take your measurements now.” He said. “Tomorrow you will receive your uniforms.”

  Ashley exchanged a quick glance with Ella beside her. She’d forgotten about the uniforms. What would that be like?

  “Now,” said the trainer, “you all have things to work on at home, and don’t forget to practice your poses and transitions. I know it’s a lot to absorb all at once, but we train exceptional students here, and if you’re going to get through this course you must show you can handle it.”

  Ashley nodded along with the others. She bit her lip. Already, she knew she’d never be able to get
the things she’d learned tonight out of her head. She imagined walking through the office, wearing a collar - not a white ribbon collar, but one of black leather, given to her by her master. Walking confidently, sensually, with the knowledge that she belonged to Him.

  Juliette had her measuring tape ready and had decided to start with Ashley. Ash stood up, and as the naked sub crouched on the floor to measure her leg length, she watched Mr. Morgan.

  He was writing in a small notebook, and as she watched he snapped it shut and looked up, catching her eye. He gave her another small smile. Then to her amazement, he winked.

  It was so quick that she could have been imagining it, but it sent her heart fluttering again. Did he know the effect he was having on her? Did he enjoy it? And who winked these days, anyway?

  “See you tomorrow, everyone.” He said. There were a few tired “goodbye, Sir”s as he left the room.

  Juliette popped back up into Ashley’s field of vision. “Arms out, please.” She said as she held up the tape, her small perky breasts bouncing.

  Inspection Day

  Work the next day felt decidedly mundane, and Ashley floated through it as if in a dream. It didn’t help that she’d been up late, reading through the information from the school and practicing her positions.

  She wore the hated four-inch heels to work. For a moment she’d considered padding the backs of her feet with plasters, but decided against it. Somehow, it felt like cheating. If one of the trainers asked her, she wouldn’t be able to lie, and didn’t want to risk getting in trouble.

  She also wore her white ribbon collar looped several times around her left wrist and tied in a double bow. It was clearly visible since she was wearing a cap-sleeved shirt, but Ashley didn’t mind. It caught her eye often and reminded her to straighten her back, to walk proudly. It helped her remember to move gracefully, whether she was walking down a corridor or crouching to pick up dropped papers.

  By lunch, the pain from her red and raw feet had faded into the background. She only stumbled once or twice during the day, and by the time she was ready to leave she happily realized she hadn’t had to think about walking for some time.

  She finished all the tasks that needed doing and quit an hour early so she could meet up with Rebecca and go for a quick shop.

  “You look different.” Said Becca. “I told you my advice would help!”

  Ashley didn’t have the heart to correct her. After all, that advice had indirectly led to the Academy, hadn’t it?

  She tried on multiple outfits, eying herself critically in the mirror. She tried to consider what Mr. Morgan would want to see, rather than looking at all the bits she herself wanted to hide or minimize. She remembered him pushing up her skirt, exposing her panties. Just the thought of it made her shiver with secret arousal.

  She bought a short, flirty black skirt, and found a deep red blouse to go with it. Ashley loved the color. It was so vivid and sensual, the opposite of her usual black-and-white work wardrobe. It brought out the new side of her - the side she was just discovering.

  The red was a bit much for work though, so she bought a more sober black dress as well. It was a bit shorter than she normally wore, but in a vintage-style cut that suited her curves. She was surprised when she looked in the mirror and actually thought she looked sexy.

  By the time they’d got to lingerie, Rebecca was suspicious. “This isn’t about a guy is it?” She asked. “You didn’t get back together with Mark?”

  Ashley was in the changing room, adjusting a delicate lacy bra and trying to decide if she liked the way it looked. She barked a laugh, then covered her mouth to calm herself down. “No…” she said. “Although I did have a bit of an… encounter.”

  “What?” Becca said, a bit too loudly. She stood right next to the door, pressing up against it. “Tell me!” She stage-whispered.

  So Ashley ended up relating her subway adventure to her friend after all. Somehow, after last night at the Academy her anonymous subway encounter seemed almost tame.

  When she exited the dressing room, it was to find Becca standing there open-mouthed in delighted disbelief.

  She didn’t get around to mentioning the school. For some reason, that still felt somehow private. Private and special, just for her. Maybe it just felt sexier being a secret.

  .

  By the time she’d rushed home, eaten a quick dinner, showered and gotten dressed, it was almost time to go. Ashley was almost giddy with anticipation.

  She tied her white collar around her neck, turning the bow to the back, and spent a few minutes curling the ends of her hair into soft waves. She wasn’t sure if the girls were allowed to wear makeup after the introductory class. Afraid to take the risk, she went without.

  She walked the short distance to the school, arrived a little early and followed Ella in. Juliette was standing by the inner doors, naked again, holding her clipboard. She took the girls’ paperwork and told them to go in and sit down.

  There were small individual desks for each of them today, paper and pens laying in wait.

  Harmony was already sitting, and gave them a friendly wave. “So,” she said, “we finally get a chance to talk. What brings you two here anyway?” She giggled. “One of my boyfriends got me into this stuff. We broke up but I really wanted to learn more about it. So I can find someone really good when I’m done with the course, you know?”

  Ella smiled. “My husband and I are both learning. He sent me here for training, and hopefully he’ll be going to the master’s school next month.”

  Ashley was surprised. She’d never thought of this as something a married couple would get into.

  When the two of them looked at her expectantly, she felt herself blushing. “Umm,” she said, “I met a scout.”

  “Really?” squeaked Harmony excitedly. “I heard about them. I think that Karen girl was scouted too. So were you always submissive?”

  The girl’s open attitude was a bit more confronting than Ashley was used to dealing with. She was only being friendly though, so Ashley smiled and made an effort at conversation. “No…” she said. “That is, I don’t know. I didn’t know much about any of this. I was just curious, really. Looking for adventure, you know?”

  “Oh really?” Chimed in Ella. “So you’re a complete newbie?”

  “Yeah.”

  She leaned forward, a grin on her pretty round face. “How do you like it?”

  Ash had to think about that for a moment. It was a more complicated question than it seemed. Ella seemed to realize this, and gave a little laugh.

  “I think I like it a lot.” Ashley finally said, relaxing a little and giving an answering smile.

  “Well, wait ‘til we’re finished with tonight at least, before you say that.” Harmony said. “I doubt they’re going to go easy on us for long.”

  .

  Vanessa and Karen arrived with only a minute to spare before the official start of class, and had just sat down when Ms. West entered, Juliette trailing behind. Ashley wondered if Juliette was Ms. West’s slave. There seemed to be something between the two of them - a certain closeness, and perhaps even veiled affection.

  “Good evening, submissives.”

  “Good evening, Ms. West,” chorused the students. Ashley tried and failed to stifle a giggle. It felt like she was back in high-school with her old English teacher.

  The trainer peered down her nose through her wide-rimmed glasses, giving Ashley a stern look. It seemed like not much got past Ms. West.

  “Juliette will be handing out your uniforms,” she said. “We will discuss those shortly. Firstly, we have a lesson on verbal etiquette. You will be taking notes, because I expect you to study this until it is well ingrained. Mistakes will not be tolerated.”

  Ashley picked up her pen, resolving to take in everything, and hopefully avoid antagonizing the woman. Ms West intimidated her. Silently, she wondered where the other professors were. Would she see Mr. Morgan tonight?

  “Now,” began Ms. West, �
��last night your lesson discussed the submissive as a living work of art. This does not only encompass the physical movements and actions, but also the way you speak.” She looked around, waiting while a couple of girls made notes before continuing.

  “As you learned earlier, you should look directly at your dom when he is talking to you, and keep your eyes down when not speaking or being spoken to. For this lesson, you may address me as Mistress. When I give you a command, how do you answer? Karen?”

  Karen looked up from her paper, an expression of surprise on her face. Her eyebrows furrowed in concentration as she thought quickly. “Yes, Mistress…?” She asked.

  Ms. West nodded. “Or ‘yes, Sir’, or whatever manner of address your dom prefers. Now, what if he asks you a question - one which has a yes or no answer? What if you want to answer no?” She looked around, seeing blank faces. “Harmony?”

  Harmony bit her lip for a moment. “No, Mistress?”

  “Ah. Here we have a problem.” Ms. West said. “A good submissive will always be pleasant, positive and pliable. She will always answer in a positive manner, even if the answer is no. Can anyone think of a way to do this? If I ask you ‘slave, do you want to be whipped?’ And your answer is no - what do you say? Any ideas?”

  Ashley furrowed her brow for a moment, but for the life of her, couldn’t figure out what Ms. West meant. From the corner of her eye, she saw Vanessa slowly raise her hand.

  “Yes, Vanessa?” Ms. West sounded pleasantly surprised.

  “Only if it please you, Mistress.”

  To Ashley’s surprise, Ms. West broke into a smile. “Very good!” Vanessa beamed and settled back against her chair, looking slightly smug.

  “When your master gives you a choice, you can let your preference be known - while still leaving the ultimate choice to him.”

  Furiously scribbling notes, Ashley listened to the rest of the lesson. It was more interesting than it first seemed, and there was a lot to remember.

  At first, all the rules and protocol seemed a bit silly. But as she listened - and when she saw it in action between Ms. West and Juliette, she could recognize that keeping these constant reminders of the dynamic of the relationship would be an important part of the power play between the dominant and submissive.