by Red Phoenix
The auditorium was deathly silent. Brie felt the eyes of all five on her. She wasn’t sure if it was a power play on their part, but she stood quietly, looking at the floor the way a proper submissive should.
Sir finally spoke. “The panel has decided to reject your request to leave the program. You will continue on as a student here and I will continue as headmaster.”
Ms. Clark added angrily, “You are expected to follow our commands to the letter. Do you understand, Miss Bennett? When I say jump, you’d better jump.”
Brie did not look up, but answered clearly, “Yes, Mistress Clark.”
“Additionally,” Marquis Gray said, “you shall not fraternize with any of the trainers outside the confines of your training.”
Again, Brie kept her head down and nodded. Yes, they were allowing her to stay in the program, but they were still acting as if she was the problem. Well, she would prove them wrong.
“I understand, Master Gray.” She wondered if he was smiling or frowning at her choice of title.
“Brie,” Mr. Gallant said, “I want you to look at me.”
She held her head up and gazed into his caring eyes.
“We are here to provide you with the best training possible. I encourage you to go forward as if this had never happened. You are correct. You have done nothing wrong and you will not be punished for it. Your only job is to learn. We will take care of the rest.”
“Thank you, Mr. Gallant.”
“You are dismissed.”
She bowed to the panel and left. Her heels clicked loudly, echoing in the auditorium. Instead of it being a lonely sound, she imagined that her footsteps resonated with power.
To Sir, with Love
What a crazy night!
Brie had gone from the joy of having spent time with Sir alone, the evening before, to the torture of a Brazilian, of being forced to watch Sir as he mounted Mary, and of almost being kicked out of the program. It had been more than a normal girl could take. But…fully realizing her own power as a submissive and following that up with an intense experience with Marquis Gray had given Brie a high like none she’d experienced. There was nothing else on earth that could have made her feel this good!
She lay on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. Despite that incredible feeling, something was needling her heart. She glanced over at her video equipment. This would be the first weekend that she wouldn’t be filming a short. It seemed a little tragic. Even though she hadn’t found success as a filmmaker yet, she still dreamed she would, someday. Was it possible becoming a submissive would steal that from her?
No freakin’ way!
She got off the bed and set up her camera. Maybe she wouldn’t have time to make creative shorts, but she could certainly record her thoughts as she went through her submissive training. Maybe she could make it into a documentary and sell it afterwards.
Brie reapplied her makeup and fixed her hair before sitting down in front of the camera. She spent the next forty-five minutes going over her thoughts and impressions of the first two days—minus her tryst with Sir—and titled the sitting The Weeding Out Period. It was amazing to realize that over those two short days she’d discovered so much about herself. Brie had enjoyed sexual encounters with men she would have never considered partnering with before. She’d also addressed a deep-seated anxiety that had controlled her life since childhood, based on abuses she had suffered. Her dark Dom, Baron, had helped to soften her fear of African American men, and she sincerely hoped she would have further sessions with him.
As far as the submissive lifestyle went, she’d learned simple etiquette and experienced personal and very real disappointment when she, as a sub, had failed to obey her Dom. What she hadn’t understood until now was that pleasing another, giving her power over to him, was a heady experience. It was a turn-on like no other. She was hooked.
She signed off for the night, too tired to record her thoughts about Day Three’s lessons. It was probably for the best. It was still too fresh for her. She needed time to go over the many levels of pain and pleasure she’d experienced in that short duration of time.
Brie closed her eyes and snuggled into her blanket. She was surprised that the needling was still pricking her heart. Then it hit her—the look in Sir’s eyes when he’d seen her with Marquis Gray.
She was wide awake now. The look in his eyes had been as vulnerable as it had been after their intimate session together. It hadn’t been a look of hurt. No, it had been something much deeper than that. He’d knowingly risked his career just to spend time alone with her when he could easily have taken her virginity on the stage. Why would he have done that?
Brie knew the answer: he’d wanted it to be private. They hadn’t had to share that moment with anyone else. Her heart began beating rapidly as she began to understand just how much he cared for her. His claim about the protection collar meaning nothing was a bunch of bull. They both wanted to claim each other, but her current training prevented it for another five weeks. Could she survive for that long? Yes!
In fact, Brie was more determined than ever. At the end of the training, she would be the perfect sub. Sir had been willing to give up his position so that she could continue. She would make the most of her training and prove to everyone that she deserved to stay. By the end of it, she would force Ms. Clark and Master Coen to eat crow.
She looked over at the empty pillow on the left side of her bed. She imagined Sir laying his head on it, looking at her solemnly. Brie got up and retrieved her little bullet ‘toy’—her best friend, at a time like this.
She turned it on full blast, knowing no other speed would do, and then placed the frantically vibrating toy against her clit. Yum… Her body instantly relaxed and she gave in to the delicious vibration.
Brie closed her eyes, imagining Sir’s naked body next to hers. He looked distressed, so she lightly caressed the crease of his brow. “I think sometimes a good Dominant needs the chance to let go,” she told him. He smiled slightly but said nothing.
She took matters into her own hands and straddled his hips, rubbing her groin against his hardening cock. “You don’t have to say or do anything. Just lie there and let your sub love on your body.” She whipped off her top and smiled down at him.
His eyes softened as he reached up and caressed her breasts. Brie tugged and pulled on her nipples, envisioning that her hands were his. She leaned over so he could take her nipple in his mouth.
Sir sucked hard, the way he had the other night. She moaned as her body responded to the memory of it. “Sir, I like that you know what my body needs.”
After giving ample attention to one, he switched to the other nipple. She cried out again, loving the way he suckled her. This time she felt a small contraction in her loins. Her fantasy was definitely working.
She left him for a moment to pull off her panties and skirt. She wanted him to admire her bare little pussy. She stood up on the bed and straddled him so he could get a nice, long look. “Do you like?” she asked playfully. He nodded and reached up to touch it.
Brie brought her finger to her pussy and played with it, just as Sir was in her mind. Her body wiggled and squirmed at the intimate contact. “You’re so wet, Brie,” he said hoarsely.
“Wet for you, Sir.” She slowly descended on his rigid manhood. Even though she was wet and ready for him, his cock still stretched her. She groaned in delight.
“Are you going to fuck me, sub?”
“Yes, Sir. This sub is going to fuck you to her heart’s content.”
He chuckled beneath her. Oh, how Brie loved the sound of his laughter! She pushed his entire length into her moist tunnel and then began rocking against his shaft. He grabbed her buttocks with his large hands, pushing himself in deeper.
Brie pushed the toy inside her opening and felt it vibrate against her vaginal walls. She imagined his cock exploring her depths and thrust her hips to meet his mighty thrusts. In her mind, she pressed her hands against his chest so she had the leverage to
grind harder.
“You want it deep, don’t you?” he growled.
“As fast and deep as I can take it, Sir.” Brie returned the bullet to her sensitive clit. It twitched pleasantly. Getting close…
She pulled herself up to the tip of his cock and then slid back down on it. He liked it so much that he lifted her to do it again. “God, there is nothing as beautiful as that,” he groaned, and then he threw his head back. “I’m going to come if you don’t stop.”
“Ah, but that’s my decision, isn’t it? I’m in control here.”
He gazed at her lustfully. As a talented Dom, he had to control his orgasms for scenes, but not this time. She leaned over to his ear and whispered, “I want you to give in to the pleasure completely. Let yourself come with no thought for anyone else.”
He grunted in frustration. “I can’t.”
She pulled herself up again and slowly, ever so slowly, descended back onto his glistening shaft. “I need to feel you come inside me, Sir.”
He could only watch her for so long and then he growled, grabbing her waist as he pumped her up and down on his hard cock. She felt tears come to her eyes as he let himself go, using her body solely for his pleasure. Those three little words were on the tip of her tongue, but even in her fantasy, she could not say them.
Instead, she let the first wave of her orgasm take over. Her hip muscles tensed as a tremendous burst of sexual energy coursed through her, making her nipples hard. Her screams echoed through her bedroom, but she didn’t care. If Mr. Nguyen on the top floor could hear it and was getting his jollies from her passionate cries, so be it.
Brie lay there trembling afterwards, her whole body tingling from the intensity of the orgasm. She turned off her toy and looked up at the ceiling again. As she fingered the little black collar around her neck, she murmured, “Sir, I hope somehow you felt that. It was amazing!”
She snuggled back in her blanket, her body now satiated enough to rest. A half-smile played about her lips as her eyelids grew heavy. There was no doubt that tomorrow was going to be an adventure. Even so, nothing could compare to a session with Sir. Nothing.
Before her Auction
Brie did not wake up until eleven the next morning. After such a challenging day at the Submissive Training Center, it seemed her body had needed time to recover. She shivered in delight at the thought that a Dom was going to win her in an auction in the afternoon, then take her to his place to reenact her most cherished fantasy.
Her Indian warrior fantasy was one she had cherished and orgasmed to for years. She wasn’t sure how the Dom would be able to pull it off, but she was anxious to find out!
She rolled out of bed and walked before the mirror to examine her Brazilian wax job. Her pussy looked completely different hairless. She could clearly see the outline of her clit in the reflection of the mirror. It surprised her how sexy it looked. She turned around and bent over. Her small rosebud of an asshole looked all pink and inviting. Her bare pussy lips beckoned to be taken. Yep, it’s a nice look. Despite the pain of yesterday, she decided it had definitely been worth it.
Brie took a nice, long bubble bath. She needed the calming effect hot water gave her. Today, she would have to prove herself to Ms. Clark and Master Coen, both of whom wanted her out of the program. She thought it unfair that they blamed her for the tryst she’d had with Sir after school hours. Really, it had been Sir’s fault, but she wasn’t about to complain. Having him take her anal virginity in the privacy of the bondage room had been pure ecstasy. He had almost been asked to resign because of it, and the revelation of that still shook her to the core.
Sir had been the one who’d invited her to join the Submissive Training Center in the first place. She remembered, with a giggle and a snort, the recording she’d made of herself playing with a miniature phallus and crying out Sir’s name.
She fingered the thin collar around her neck. He’d given the protection collar to her in order to prevent other Doms from claiming her before the end of the course, but it was clear (at least to her) that by giving her the collar, Sir had really meant to keep her for himself. She would still experience the sexual pleasures of other Doms during her training, but the collar meant they weren’t allowed to fraternize with her outside the confines of the school. In the same vein, she would have to watch Sir train and enjoy the pleasure of the other subs. Would she be able to handle that for the next five-and-a-half weeks? She wasn’t sure.
One thing Brie was sure of was that she would graduate from the program as the best damn sub they’d ever had. She was determined to learn everything the school had to offer. She would practice until she became skilled and make the trainers who wanted her out of the program admit their mistake. That would be her crowning glory—the day Ms. Clark and Master Coen asked for her forgiveness for doubting her exceptional abilities. Oh, what Brie wouldn’t give to smack Ms. Clark on the ass for that!
Brie rubbed her skin with special oils that left a fresh, but not overpowering, floral scent. She wanted today’s Dom to savor the smell of her when he buried his head in her neck or between her thighs…
She shivered again. Would these Doms be from the school, or would they be complete strangers from the local area? The not knowing and not having control over who would win her had a dangerous element she found enthralling.
She got to the Training Center before two-thirty. They had been instructed to come a half-hour early to receive last-minute instructions. The four regular trainers were already there. It took everything in Brie not to look up and gaze at Sir’s face. She felt a warm contraction in her nether regions when she thought about her fantasy of the night before. Had he fantasized about her as well?
Ms. Clark spoke first. “You will stand behind the partition until your name is called. You are to walk onto the stage and face the audience, but with your eyes cast downward.” She said the last part harshly. Brie knew the comment was directed at her. “After the winning bid is made, you will wait for your Dom to escort you off the stage. Remain by his or her side until all three of you have been auctioned off. At that point, you will follow your Dom out of the Center.”
Master Coen continued, “Remember that you represent our school now. How you behave outside the school is just as important as inside these walls. We will be asking your winning Doms to critique you.”
Sir’s warm, velvety voice caressed Brie’s ears. “I need your eyes on me.”
She looked up and breathed in deeply, basking in his natural authority. He glanced briefly at her and then looked at the other two girls. “Yesterday you provided us with a fantasy. Your Doms will be acting that out with you today, but I want you to read through it before the bidding starts. It is imperative there is nothing in there you would not want played out. Sometimes what we enjoy in our minds does not make for enjoyment in real life.”
He handed each of them their fantasy journals back. Brie made sure to lightly brush against his hand when she took hers from him. The simple contact set her heart aflutter, but he did not react.
“Read over what you have written. If there is anything that might cause problems, let me know now and we will pass it on to your Dom. This is meant to be a stimulating learning experience, not a challenge.”
Brie opened her journal and read her entry. She smiled and blushed as she perused the story. Nope, there wasn’t a single thing she would change. She was extremely curious about how her Dom was going to pull it off.
She shut her book and stood looking forward, taking in Sir’s charming looks using her peripheral vision—that strong jaw, those kissable lips and his trim, muscular body. So, so fine…
“Is there anything you wish to eliminate from your fantasies?” he asked.
Lea shook her head and giggled, “Nope, it looks good to me, Sir.”
“I agree,” Mary, a.k.a. Blonde Nemesis, answered.
Sir glanced at Brie last. Breathe, she commanded herself. “I am pleased with my fantasy, Sir.”
He nodded in response,
and she swore she could see a twinkle in his eye. “Look through it one more time. There might be small details you have overlooked that may cause undue stress. This is important. Don’t take this lightly.”
Brie perused it again: Indian warrior on a horse, the chase, virginal captive, a fearsome rival warrior, the taking of her innocence. Yep, it all sounded yummy. The other two glanced through their journals as well and all three shook their heads. Marquis Gray collected the journals from them and handed the stack over to an assistant. “Now that issue has been addressed, I want to remind you that you will return here tonight for a debriefing after your encounter. It is imperative to go over your experiences while they are still fresh. We will discuss what worked, what didn’t work and how you could have improved the scene for both you and your Dom. Keep those questions in the forefront of your mind as you go through the day. You want to make the most of this experience. It is not just about your personal enjoyment.”
Brie nodded slowly, thankful for the reminder. Everything was a learning experience; she should never forget that.
Sir added, “You have ten minutes before the auction. Feel free to partake of the refreshments while you wait. We will see you out on the stage.”
After the four trainers had left, Lea grabbed Brie and jumped up and down, singing, “I’m so excited, I just can’t hide it!”
Brie laughed, partly in response to Lea’s attempt at singing the ancient eighties song and partly because of her own nervousness. “What’s your fantasy, girl?”
She grinned. “I’ve always had this sexy fantasy of a doctor taking advantage of innocent ol’ me! ‘Here, Ms. Taylor, let me examine your breasts…’ Oh-em-gee! I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”
“I guess I can see how that could get a girl hot.”
“What about you, Brie?”
She looked down at her feet shyly. “Oh, I have this thing for dangerous Indian warriors.”
“Nice! And you, Mary?” Lea asked.
Blonde Nemesis looked at them both and growled, “Like I would tell you.”
