Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center

by Red Phoenix

  Sadly, there were only four girls now. Two had quit during the first day of training because the lessons had proved too challenging. She knew the first few days of training were designed to weed out any casual submissives, and wondered what this session would bring.

  Brie looked around the room at the remaining women—Sanders (the small brunette with a secret whipping fetish), Blonde Nemesis (Brie’s rival), and Ms. Taylor (the girl with the perky fake boobs). Based on what Sir had said the night before, at least one of them would leave the program by the end of the night. She wondered which of the three it would be, because there was no way it was going to be her.

  Mr. Gallant started class five minutes before the bell rang. “As with last night, we have a lot to cover, so let us begin.” The wiry little man walked around the room, observing the students carefully as he spoke. “You may think that being a submissive is purely a sexual act, but you would be wrong. Whenever a sub is in her Dom’s presence, every movement, every word, even her eyes should convey her respect for the Dom. It doesn’t matter where she is or what she is doing.”

  Brie raised her hand. When he eventually called on her, she asked, “But what if you are in public? Are you still supposed to bow and call him Master?”

  “That would be foolish, unless your Dom has specifically asked you to behave in that manner. Normally, there is a different protocol depending on the environment. It is something you should discuss with your individual Doms.”

  Brie thought back to the beautiful redhead who had been with Sir at the tobacco shop. The only thing that had seemed odd between them was that she’d called him Sir. Otherwise, the two had seemed like an ordinary couple.

  Mr. Gallant continued, “Tonight you will be learning basic commands and rules of etiquette. Although we will teach you what is commonly expected, your Dom’s particular preference is the only thing that matters to you.”

  Blond Nemesis blurted her question without waiting to be called on. “So basically, we just do what we’ve been trained to do unless our Dom says differently?”

  Mr. Gallant paused before answering, “Don’t assume anything. Why take the risk of displeasing him or her? Always ask your Dom when in doubt.” He moved over to her desk and said in a subdued voice, “By the way, Miss Wilson, you must raise your hand and wait to be called on in this class. Another such outburst will not be tolerated.”

  Brie smiled, enjoying her rival being properly chastised in front of the class. Mr. Gallant frowned. “And you, Miss Bennett, must learn to keep your feelings to yourself.”

  She was sure the other girls were silently laughing at her expense.

  Hell, I deserve it, she thought, appreciating the irony of the situation. “I’m sorry, Mr. Gallant. It won’t happen again.”

  He accepted her apology with a curt nod and added, “You should be supporting and learning from one another during the next six weeks. Anything less is a waste of this valuable opportunity. Have I made myself clear?”

  Brie thought it was unfair that he was picking on her when Blonde Nemesis was the real problem. However, she took his reprimand to heart and bowed her head. “I understand.”

  He said kindly, “Miss Bennett, when you are in my class you will look me in the eye. I am your teacher and you are my student, no different than any other teacher you’ve had.”

  She raised her head and he gave her a hint of a smile. Then he turned to the rest of the class. “However, you are expected to behave quite differently outside this classroom. When you are in the presence of the other Dominants you do not make eye contact.”

  He’d said other Dominants. Did that mean he was a Dominant himself? She’d expected as much. What would it be like to be under the power of a man like that? She doubted he was sadistic, but he was certainly imposing despite his small stature.

  Brie was thankful Mr. Gallant couldn’t read her mind. He continued the lesson without interruption. “Eyes will be kept downward at all times, unless you are being directly spoken to by the Dom in charge of you.”

  She started sweating. It would be far too easy to accidentally look into the eyes of other people. It was an ingrained habit of hers. She couldn’t trust people unless she did. This new task might prove harder than walking in the damn shoes.

  Mr. Gallant broke her train of thought with his commanding voice. “During your first practicum today, you will be working on proper body language. Every part of your body needs to express your submissiveness, things as simple as the placement of your arms and hands. I should not see anyone cross their arms or close their fists. Your lips should remain slightly open and supple at all times. Even the tilt of your head matters. Constantly ask yourself, ‘Is my body communicating openness and willingness to please?’ He pointed at each girl. “Why don’t you check yourselves right now? Is your body open or closed? Adjust accordingly.”

  Brie noticed her legs were crossed, so she uncrossed them and sat up straight. She relaxed her mouth a little and put her hands on the desk in front of her. Mr. Gallant nodded towards her and then turned to the girl with perky boobs. “Ms. Taylor, you must sit up straight at all times. Slouching is a sign of disrespect.”

  The girl blushed and sat up quickly.

  “Miss Sanders, even if your eyes are down, you should always turn your head towards your Dom or trainer so he or she knows you are being attentive.”

  The tiny brunette had been looking at the cuticles on her right hand. She put her hands in her lap and answered, “Sorry, Mr. Gallant.”

  He moved on to Blondie. “Miss Wilson, you look like a proper submissive.” She dropped her eyes down and gave a self-satisfied smile. “Except for that just now. A smile at the floor can be interpreted as defiance.”

  “Yes, Mr. Gallant.”

  “Class, as submissives you are poetry in motion. Every movement you make should be graceful and alluring—whether you are kneeling before your Dom or doing the dishes. However, any movement to draw attention to yourself is unacceptable, such as sticking your chest out to show off your breasts or even tossing your hair. It shows a lack of modesty and control.”

  Sanders raised her hand and waited to be called on. “But wouldn’t our Doms want that?”

  “Your Dom expects you to follow his orders to the letter. Controlling your movements signifies to him, and everyone else in the room, that you respect his leadership.”

  “I guess that makes sense,” she mumbled.

  “Even the words you use are of extreme importance. It is common practice for submissives to answer in a positive manner, even when indicating no. An example of a negative response would be, ‘No, Sir, only if it pleases you’. Such an answer lets your Dom know your preference, but allows him to make the final decision. If you want to answer affirmatively, say, ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘If it pleases you, Sir’. If you feel neutral, a good answer would be, ‘As you say, Sir’.”

  “What if he does something you don’t want?” Taylor asked. Mr. Gallant stared at her until she meekly raised her hand.

  “Yes, Ms. Taylor?”

  She slouched in her chair out of shame and repeated the question.

  The man was not amused. “Are you trying to insult me on purpose?”

  Ms. Taylor looked stunned and shook her head.

  “Then sit up.”

  Blonde Nemesis let out a snicker. The glare Mr. Gallant shot her rival sent shivers down Brie’s spine. She hoped never to see that look directed at her.

  He answered Taylor as if nothing had happened, once she was sitting properly. “It is common to have established safety words, such as the colors red, yellow and green to indicate comfort level. However, if you have chosen well you should not have to worry about your Dom doing anything to harm you. Yes, he may push your limits in order to help you grow, but a good Dominant cares about the well-being of his sub.”

  Out of the blue, Mr. Gallant addressed Brie. “Did you do your assignment?”

  She wanted to shrink away in embarrassment with Blondie watching, but she looked h
im in the eye and answered, “Yes.”

  “Please demonstrate.”

  Brie stood up gracefully and immediately felt the pain of being in the six-inch heels all day. Her mouth puckered in distress, but she didn’t make a sound.

  “Lips,” he commanded.

  She relaxed her mouth by opening it slightly. Brie walked around the room, concentrating on the click of the high heels to distract her from the anguish. She looked in his direction and was disappointed that he wore no expression on his face—positive or negative.

  “Sit back down.”

  Brie did so gratefully, assuming no reprimand meant she had done well enough. She hid the extreme relief she felt at getting off her throbbing feet. If she had been alone, she would have thrown the painful shoes across the room and rubbed her aching toes.

  Mr. Gallant addressed the class as a whole. “Your first practicum of the night is about to begin. You are expected to follow the common etiquette we discussed here in class. They will judge each of you on how well you adhere to what you’ve learned. Proceed to room twelve and make me proud.”

  A new room meant new adventures! The thought made Brie giddy and overrode the pain of the shoes. She felt as if she were walking on clouds as she made her way to Sir.

  Choosing to Obey

  Brie glided into room twelve, hoping to see Sir. Just like on the first night, the trainers were sitting at a table in the front of the class. The room itself looked like a dance studio, with its smooth wooden floor and its walls lined with mirrors. The only thing missing was a handrail for ballerinas. At the table sat her four trainers: the bodybuilder on the far end, the ghostlike man with the penetrating eyes in the middle alongside the severe-looking Dominatrix, and Sir.

  Before they advanced into the room, Sir commanded the girls take off their shoes. Brie saw him glance towards her, so she quickly averted her eyes. Brie kept them down, but it was difficult when all she wanted to do was drink in his presence. She stood silently, double-checking that her body was communicating openness.

  “Ms. Taylor, you are slouching unattractively,” Sir announced.

  Out of the corner of her eye, Brie saw the young woman stand up straighter. “Sorry, Sir.”

  “Be aware of yourself at all times. Remember, there are four of us watching you carefully.” He stood up from the table and walked over to the students. Brie remembered to follow him with the turn of her head while still looking down.

  “You will be practicing movement today. The mirrors are here to aid you in finding the most graceful ways to kneel, present, and rest. For now, I want you to lay your shoes by the door and line up in front of the panel.”

  They quickly did his bidding, lining themselves in a row before the trainers. She noticed Sir standing next to Blonde Nemesis. “Show me, Miss Wilson, how you would kneel.”

  The other girls watched from under hooded eyes as Blondie knelt down. Her hands were open and loose at her sides, but her legs were spread apart seductively, showing off her crotch. Was she trying to flirt with him?

  “I am not your Dom and we are in a public setting. This is not appropriate.”

  Sir moved over to Brie. “Kneel.”

  She knelt down slowly with her hands at her sides, open and relaxed. She kept her legs closed and her back straight. Even though the position was not exactly comfortable, she remembered to keep her mouth relaxed.

  “Put your arms behind your back,” he commanded.

  She did so, but did not stick out her chest overly much, trying to keep a modest pose.

  “Class, look at Miss Bennett. This is an appropriate stance. Kneel similarly.”

  The three other women knelt before the trainers with their hands behind their backs. Brie glanced in the mirror, liking the way she looked.

  “Clasp your hands behind your necks,” he ordered. They all followed his instruction. “Ms. Taylor, you are slouching again.” Once the girl readjusted, he told them, “Now, hands at your sides.”

  He walked past each of the women and stopped at Miss Sanders. “Your hands look awkward. Look in the mirror to see what I mean.”

  Sanders repositioned her hands after checking herself. “Much better,” he complimented.

  Brie craved his attention and wanted him to return to her.

  “I want you to turn towards a mirror and try out the various kneeling positions until you find one that feels most comfortable and sensual to you.”

  Brie was disappointed when Sir went back to his seat, but she turned towards the mirror and practiced kneeling. She eventually decided sitting on her calves with her hands behind her back was the most pleasant position for her.

  Ms. Clark, the Dominatrix, spoke up. “Decide on a stance and take it now.”

  The girls faced the trainers again, with eyes still averted, and got into proper kneeling positions.

  “Fine. Keep those positions until we return in a half-hour.” One of the girls gasped and Ms. Clark snapped back, “Not another sound from any of you. Do not move until we return.”

  The four trainers walked out of the room.

  Brie hated seeing Sir leave; it was as if he had taken a part of her with him. Kneeling on the hard floor with the other girls was not what she had expected. However, she was determined to impress the trainers by obeying their command perfectly.

  She closed her eyes and daydreamed about Sir touching her. His warm hands caressed her breasts and pulled at her hard nipples. Then they made a leisurely trip down between her legs. Sir unapologetically explored her depths with his fingers. Brie opened her legs wider for him, denying him nothing even when his fingers sought out her tight little asshole. She held her breath as he pushed two fingers inside. It hurt, but she didn’t protest because she wanted more of him. He groaned in satisfaction as he replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, bracing himself to thrust. “Are you ready to please me?”

  “Kneeling hurts,” Taylor said, interrupting her delicious daydream.

  “Shh…” Sanders cautioned.

  “No, really. I thought we were going to have fun. I was looking forward to more wild sex. I didn’t sign up for floor sitting.”

  Brie suddenly wondered if there were cameras hidden in the room. Could the trainers see and hear them? Regardless, she was going to pretend Sir was watching her right now. He would expect her to obey to the letter. She closed her eyes again and tried to ignore Taylor when she started cracking jokes.

  “Hey, Bennett, you know you are a submissive when you wish your MasterCard would give you orders.”

  Blonde Nemesis laughed aloud and Brie was sorely tempted to join her, but she swallowed several times and kept silent. She chose to think instead of being whipped by Sir for her disobedience. The more she thought about it, however, the more she wondered if she’d like it. The way Sanders had enjoyed her whipping the day before made Brie think it might not be unpleasant.

  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.