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

by Martin, Madelene

  She smiled wickedly over at Harmony where she sat, causing the sub to bow her head and blush. “And even though she plainly had trouble kissing my feet, she did it because she wanted to please me.”

  “Thank you.” Ms. West said, scribbling madly in her notebook.

  Miss A nodded, and blew a kiss in Harmony’s direction as she glided out of the room.

  Vanessa was next, called up by an unassuming-looking dom in an expensive suit. By this time, Ashley was in a haze of arousal. She tried to pay attention, but much of what happened slipped by while she imagined what it would be like to be up there with a strange man telling her what to do.

  The sub performed with her usual self-confidence, answering quickly with, it seemed to Ashley, all the right things. Her dom, a stern-looking man in a suit, had Vanessa step out of her skirt and stand in only her stockings and corset.

  “I prefer my subs to be completely waxed,” he said, after taking a good look at her. Her mound was shaved, a small strip of dark pubic hair remaining. “And to have their hair up, leaving ears and neck exposed. Were you mine, I would have you come for inspection completely hairless from the neck down, freshly bathed and scented.”

  Vanessa nodded. “I’m sorry, Sir, we haven’t been instructed -”

  “Hush.” He said, and she closed her mouth, looking slightly put-out. “I am explaining for the benefit of the room.”

  He had her run through a few different positions, testing her posture and poise. Vanessa had remembered each position flawlessly, and performed them without a word.

  Finally, he had her stand before him, wrists crossed behind her back. When he bent to kiss her, she responded eagerly, hungrily kissing his mouth and pressing herself up against him.

  The dom reached up behind her back and wrapped his hand in her long blonde hair, and Vanessa gasped as he jerked her head backwards, breaking her contact with his lips and holding her at bay.

  He held her there for a long moment, his gaze locked on hers. She was breathing quickly, her breasts heaving against the confines of her corset. Her lips were parted in a subtle smile.

  Still holding her by the hair, he quickly reached between her legs. Roughly he shoved a finger inside her. Still, she did not break composure, did not make a sound. She only breathed harder and squirmed her hips slightly, as though to encourage him to keep going.

  But he had learned whatever it was he was trying to determine. The dom told her to sit back down. Vanessa looked slightly disappointed as she picked up her skirt and completely un-selfconsciously made her way to her place on the floor.

  “She has obviously been doing this for some time,” the dom judged. “Perhaps she is ready for more advanced classes. However, I think her experience has given her too much of a sense of control. I’d relish the opportunity to break her down a little with some discipline.”

  Ashley sneaked a look at Vanessa, and saw that she had her lips pursed, looking displeased.

  Another man walked through the door. He was dressed plainly, in jeans and a black t-shirt which conformed nicely to his lean body. His dark hair was the kind of messy that was carefully cultivated in front of the mirror.

  He stopped and looked up, eyes searching the little row of subs sitting on the floor.

  “Ashley?”

  Practical Exam

  She had been waiting for what seemed like forever, and when she finally heard her name she hadn’t been expecting it. Startled, she hesitated for a moment before standing up. Then she cursed herself, reminded herself to move gracefully, and took one final breath.

  She smoothed her skirt down and thankfully managed to make it up to the front without wobbling on her heels. Her hands were shaking again and her legs felt weak.

  “Hello Ashley. I am Master Phillip. For this session, you can call me Master.”

  “Hello… Master.” She felt a bit silly saying the word. He was not the sort of guy she would have chosen for herself - not at all. But as she looked at him she couldn’t deny there was something intriguing and powerful about him, under the casual exterior.

  He stared at her for a long moment, openly looking her body up and down as she stood, legs together and hands clasped, waiting for his command. “Are you ready for your inspection?”

  “Yes, Sir.” Ashley answered immediately. She was restrained, held-in, the corset preventing her from breathing deeply, making her take shallow breaths through her open lips.

  She swallowed hard and tried to steel herself. Being forced to watch the other girls with their doms was more of a turn-on than she’d thought. She was beginning to feel almost lightheaded, the anticipation and arousal making her tremble and sway.

  She was warm and slippery-wet between the legs; she could feel it when she moved. Just the thought of it made her blush - because she knew Master Phillip - and everyone else in the room - would soon find out.

  “First, I want you to undress for me. Let me see what you have to offer.”

  She hesitated. “Everything… Master?”

  “Yes, everything.” Perhaps he realized she needed more direction, because he nodded in the direction of her feet. “First, step out of your shoes and take off the stockings.

  Well, that she could do. Her feet sighed with relief as she freed them, placing the shoes neatly together side by side and pushing them forward in front of her.

  She sensed the dom watching her as she raised he side of her skirt to unhook the stockings.

  Her fingers fumbled with the unfamiliar fastenings of the garters, and her face got hotter and hotter as she struggled with making sure her skirt covered everything it was supposed to cover. She was being stupid, she knew. He’d see it all soon enough. But she intended to hold onto her dignity for as long as she could.

  As she rolled the first stocking down her leg, he stopped her.

  “No - do it slowly. I want to watch the way you move.”

  She nodded and bent back to her task, slowing her shaking hands and concentrating on moving sensually. It was easier when he told her exactly what to do - narrowing her focus to the exact task. Easier when she concentrated on his pleasure.

  She stood up straight when she was done. Her bare legs felt strange after wearing stockings, and the air was cool on her skin, but when she shivered it wasn’t only due to the temperature.

  Ashley had enjoyed her sole experience with exhibitionism - but that was a hurried, secret encounter in a crowd of people. If anyone had noticed, she wasn’t aware of it at the time. But this was different. Now every eye in the room was directed at her. It was… intense.

  “The corset.” Master Phillip said.

  That presented a problem. Ashley wasn’t sure if she could unfasten it by herself. She decided to at least try before asking for help. She awkwardly reached behind herself and felt for the hooks.

  Once she’d gotten the first one undone it was easier than expected, and the corset came open. She clutched it against her chest for a moment, sneaking a glance at Master Phillip. A little thrill ran up her spine when she saw the dom looking at her with hungry eyes.

  But he caught her looking at him. “Eyes down.” He said sternly. “Go on. Take it off.”

  She let the corset fall away and tossed it to the floor, where it landed on top of her shoes. Unthinking, she brought her arms up to shield her breasts from view.

  Master Phillip stepped forward, and took hold of her wrists. He pulled them away from her, and she took the hint and lowered her hands. Her breasts felt heavy and sensitive now that they were out of the confines of the corset.

  “Don’t hide yourself.” He said. “I want to look at you.” He must have known what she was thinking, because he added, “we all want to look at you.”

  He didn’t move away, but brought a hand up and caressed the side of her face. He let it fall, stroking her collarbone for a moment, then over one breast.

  Ashley heard her own sharp intake of breath as he pinched her nipples, first one then the other. Already hard, they tightened even more, unt
il they were sharp painful points on her breasts.

  He amused himself playing with her for what seemed like ages - tugging the nipples until her breasts were pulled to points, rasping them with his thumbs, squeezing her breasts in his hands.

  Once or twice, she made a whimper of pain, but he ignored it. Her skin was hot and pink, ultra-sensitive by the time he’d had enough. Warmth had spread throughout her body, wetness coated her inner thighs.

  “Good.” He said, taking his hands off her and stepping back.

  Ashley was so focused on his attentions on her breasts that took her a moment to come up from her heady daze. For a moment she swayed unsteadily. Then she recovered her senses.

  “Now turn around,” said Master Phillip. “Lift your skirt so I can take a look at your ass.”

  She turned away from him, and raised the back of her skirt, bunching the fabric in her fingers. A quick sideways glance in the mirror confirmed her face was as pink as her tender breasts. She looked away and focused on the floor.

  Somehow, standing here with her skirt hitched up in the back was almost worse than if she’d just taken it off completely. It dawned on her why this was. He was drawing out her humiliation. Getting a good look at each new part revealed, making sure she knew everyone was watching her.

  Knowing it didn’t help.

  He stared at her for a minute, letting her squirm a little in her discomfort. Then she felt his hand on her ass. He gave it the same treatment as her breasts, squeezing handfuls of her flesh, pinching and mauling. He slapped her gently, laughing to himself as she jumped in surprise.

  “Take it off.” He said. “Leave it on the floor.”

  She closed her eyes for a moment as she slowly unzipped the skirt. It didn’t come straight off - she had to wiggle her hips to pull the skirt down over them. It fell and pooled around her feet.

  He came up close and for a moment she thought he would touch her again. Longed for it - even if that touch came with pain.

  But he only murmured in her ear. “Now bend over.”

  “Yes, Sir.” She breathed without thinking.

  “Master.”

  “Yes, Master.”

  With mingled shame and arousal, Ashley did as he asked. She bent from the waist and put her hands on her knees. When he told her to spread her legs wider, she did.

  Her ass was up in the air, her legs open wide and her pussy exposed. She could only imagine the view he was getting - and everyone else too. Were the other subs watching her with as much pleasure as she had watched them? What about… what about Mr. Morgan?

  The thought of him seeing her in this position was mortifying, yet satisfying in some strange way. Was he turned on, watching her? Was he looking at her as closely as Master Phillip was, perhaps wondering what he would do if he was in Phillip’s place?

  The dom’s first touch at the base of her tailbone made her jump.

  “Keep still.” He scolded, swatting her on the ass just hard enough to sting.

  His warm fingers traced down along the cleft between her cheeks. He brushed over the tight pucker there, causing her to tense - and he chuckled at her. Then he took his hand away, reached underneath her.

  As he ran his fingers along her slit, she shivered. She could feel how slick she was, almost dripping.

  “Oh, you’re really enjoying this, aren’t you?” He said.

  “Y… yes, Master.” She whispered, having trouble forming words.

  “In fact, I think the whole room can see what a slut you are.”

  His words her like a slap in the face. She’d never much liked that term. She couldn’t deny that right here, right now though, it sent a funny thrill through her. That only added to her shame. Luckily, it seemed like something she didn’t have to answer, so she was silent.

  Phillip explored her with his fingers, taking his time. He spread her open, looking closely. He pulled on her swollen outer lips and pinched her clit, making her bite her lip and moan aloud.

  After he had explored every inch of her mound and her lips, he delved a finger inside her, slipping easily into her wetness.

  She groaned again, clenching around him. It felt so good.

  Master Phillip hummed in appreciation. He withdrew his fingers, and Ashley whimpered, willing him to put them back. She wanted - needed - for him to keep touching her.

  She squirmed, shifting in her awkward, spread position, waiting. She suddenly heard moist sounds and recognized that he must be licking his fingers.

  “You taste delightful.” He told her. Then he pressed up against her, leaning over her so that he could bring his fingers to her face. “Taste.” He demanded.

  It brought back memories of the one other time she had been made to do this. She had found it intensely erotic then, and it still was.

  Ashley opened her mouth and he quickly pushed his fingers in. She obediently licked them, cleaning them of her own juices as he looked down at her.

  His erection pressed against her hip, a hot, hard bulge. The thought of her affect on him - the enjoyment he got out of dominating her - only added to her torment.

  She moaned around his fingers, absently tonguing them. Suddenly, she felt his free hand stroke her ass.

  He moved it back down to her aching pussy. His fingers - two of them - entered her, even as she still licked his other hand.

  Ashley moaned, and he took the fingers from her mouth, grabbed her by the jaw and held her there.

  “You like this, don’t you?”

  “Yes Master,” she answered fervently.

  His fingers pushed deeper inside her, withdrew, roughly stroked her clit for a moment. She whined, her pleasure building. She didn’t know how much longer she could stand it, but even if she were able to form the words to express this, suspected it would only encourage him to tease her more.

  “What are you?”

  She paused, mouth open, for a moment as she processed the question. The hand around her jaw squeezed just a little harder, urging her on. He roughly pumped his fingers inside her, stroking her inner walls.

  “I’m a slut.” She answered, squeezing her eyes closed.

  “Look at me when you say it.”

  Ashley furrowed her brow, angry and ashamed that he could do this to her - but she opened her eyes.

  He was bending over her, his handsome face just visible. His fingers skillfully toyed with her, making it hard to concentrate. She was panting. Out of breath. Her legs shook, and she tried desperately to hold back the climax she knew was coming.

  “I’m a slut.” She repeated while looking at him, unable to keep the frustration out of her tone.

  A slow smile spread over his face. He let go of her jaw, and her head sagged, hair falling in a curtain around her face.

  He grabbed her hip, holding her firm. Bent over her back as he thrust his fingers in and out. In a voice too low for anyone but Ashley to hear, dripping with lust and pleasure, he spoke. “If I could… I would take you right here.”

  It was too much.

  She tensed and squirmed, trying to get away. Then helplessly cried out. It was too late. She couldn’t hold it back. Frustrated, embarrassed tears stung her eyes, and she shuddered and moaned loudly as her orgasm hit.

  Extra Credit

  Five minutes later, Ashley was waiting outside Mr. Morgan’s office.

  Still warm with the glow of release after her embarrassing yet satisfying climax, she tried in vain to calm her racing heart.

  This was it - she would finally get some time alone with Mr. Morgan. Pity it was under such circumstances. Had she really envied Vanessa’s trip to his office yesterday?

  She’d been an idiot. He was going to punish her, and it would probably be as humiliating as the inspection had been. And despite being curious about certain kinks, Ashley had never understood how pain could be sexy.

  She’d been shown the way by Juliette, who had orders not to talk to her. A quick smile was all the assistant offered in the way of comfort, before walking away, heels tapping on the
floor.

  If Ashley thought she was nervous before, this was far worse. She was still naked - except for her shoes which they had made her put back on, and as instructed, she was kneeling in the wait position, legs parted and head down with her hands behind her neck.

  She was out in the hallway where anyone could see. All she could do was hope no one came by. As well as a couple of dungeon-like rooms, they had passed a few closed doors on the way here. She didn’t know if other classes or people shared the building, but she suspected they did.

  Minutes crawled by, and Ashley shifted uncomfortably. Her knees were aching, her face red and her eyes stinging with unshed tears. Was the class over yet? Karen was the only one left, and surely she’d finished her inspection by now. Was he making her wait just to add to the punishment?

  Leisurely footsteps were coming down the corridor. Ashley resisted the urge to look up, even though she desperately wanted to.

  It was him. His worn leather boots stopped right in front of her. Even as frustrated and anxious as she was, she was relieved to see him.

  After a moment’s pause where she could feel him looking down at her, Mr. Morgan opened the office door, holding it wide.

  “Come in, Ashley.”

  She started to get up.

  He growled a reprimand, and she briefly glanced at him he held out a hand to stop her. “Did I tell you to stand?”

  It was his usual smooth deep voice, calm rather than angry. Still, Ashley flinched, moving doubtfully back into her kneeling pose.

  “Um, sorry Sir, I -” She spluttered, looking at his feet.

  “You may crawl.”

  She paused. That, she hadn’t been expecting. But she was desperate to please him, so she dropped to her hands and knees and began to crawl through the open door.

  She had to bite her lip against the discomfort it caused her knees, and when she saw the thick red rug in his office she wanted to shout with happiness. As soon as she put her knees on it she felt instant relief, and let out a sigh of pleasure.

  “Kneel in front of my chair.” He told her.

  There was a red upholstered chair to one side, at the edge of the rug. Ashley made her way there and knelt, sitting on her calves and putting her hands behind her back.