by Vi Keeland
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 up 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 had 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.
Master Coen addressed the group. “Your Doms will be teaching you basic positions. We will be observing how well you respond to their instruction. Expect to be critiqued afterwards.” He sat back down, picked up a pen and began scribbling something. She wondered which of them had already screwed up.
Brie closed her eyes and was instantly hit with a vision of Sir taking Blondie in his office. It tore at her heart. Then her Dom commanded, “Look at me.” She opened her eyes and gazed into the richest chocolate brown eyes she’d ever seen.
“You will address me as Tono.” His voice had a velvety quality that thrilled her.
“Yes, Tono.”
During his instruction, Tono’s hands moved constantly over her skin, correcting, caressing, and teasing her. Brie kept taking quick glances at his magnetic eyes, captivated by them. He caught her several times but did not correct her.
Tono carefully instructed her on how to ‘kneel up’ and ‘kneel down’, what stance to take while at ‘rest’, and the kneeling position he preferred in a private setting. “Spread your legs in a tempting V for me and clasp your hands tightly behind your back so that I can enjoy those beautiful breasts.” When she did, he lightly grazed her nipples through the corset and her whole body tingled with sexual tension.
His final lesson was on how she should ‘present’ herself to him. “I need you on your hands and knees, back arched, chest forward, head down, legs spread far apart so everything is displayed for my pleasure.”
Just his description made her loins wet. She followed his instructions, but he nudged her legs out even farther and told her to arch her back more. The position was uncomfortable, but she had no doubt the view he had was revealing. She took a quick glance in the mirror. The line of her body reminded her of a cat in heat.
His hands caressed her ass underneath the skirt and then moved up her back to her hair. He grabbed at a handful of her brown curls and pulled her head back to kiss her. “You learn well, toriko.”
Ms. Clark ordered the girls to undress and kneel beside their Doms. Brie tried to remain graceful as she undid her corset and shimmied out of her skirt. She slowly unrolled her hose and stepped out of them. Brie walked over to Tono and knelt down sensually. She was desperate to see the look on Sir’s face, to know if he was displeased with her. However, she kept her eyes down and waited for her next instruction.
Sir stayed at the table, but addressed the girls individually. It was another round of humiliating critiques. None of them was spared, including Brie. Ms. Clark seemed especially disgusted with her. “Are you aware that you interacted with your Dom as if he was your intimate lover and not your superior? You were constantly looking him in the eye.”
Brie nodded her head once in acknowledgment. Master Coen spoke next. “You must remember your place, Miss Bennett. I believe your Dom was being overly lenient with you today. I also noticed you were stiff in your movements. Practice your transitions.”
Marquis Gray’s voice was smooth and dangerous. “You seem to have a power over your Doms that needs correction. I wouldn’t want to see it crushed, as it is a part of your charm. However, it needs to be reined in.”
Sir had only one comment. “Go home tonight and practice your transitions, as Master Coen suggested.”
“It will be my pleasure, Sir.” She looked into his eyes, hoping for a sign of approval, but his expression was nondescript.
He ordered, “Class, you will now present yourselves to your Doms and please them as they see fit.”
Brie hid her disappointment and immediately dropped to the floor. “Not here,” Tono said. He held out his hand and helped her up. “Move over to the mirror. I want you to watch me enjoy your body.” She allowed him to guide her and waited for his first command.
“Present yourself to me,” he said huskily. She got into position, straining to arch her back in a beautiful curved shape with her legs spread, just as he had instructed. She kept her head down, waiting for his next order.
Brie heard him undress and her loins burned with desire. There was something intoxicating about this Dom. It was obvious he had been handpicked for her based on the questionnaire she had filled out, but it was more than just his looks. She felt a deeper connection.
Tono positioned himself behind her and then commanded, “Look in the mirror.”
She lifted her head and looked into the reflection. His eyes radiated fiery lust, making her moan softly. He heard it and smiled. “Yes, let me hear your pleasure.”
Brie purred, “Yes, Tono.”
He grabbed her hair and pulled it back as he rubbed his hard shaft against her swollen pussy. Watching this beautiful man about to mount her was more than she could take. Her passionate cry echoed through the room when he held her waist and penetrated her. Tono’s cock was thick, giving her a satisfying sense of being filled. He plunged deeper into her willing depths. She moaned for him, loving the way he stroked her with his manhood.
Tono leaned forward and murmured, “Look me in the eye, my little sex slave.”
This Dom knew Brie’s desire and wanted her to get lost in his gaze. She stared into those gorgeous brown eyes as he took pleasure in her body, his thrusts hard and demanding.
“Toriko, you have the prettiest honey-colored eyes.” He added lustfully, “And I like the way your tits bounce with each thrust of my cock.”
She asked, not wanting to break his command, “May I look, Tono?”
“I want you to.”
She looked down at her dancing breasts. With each hard stroke, they bounced delightfully. It gave her a sense of power to know her breasts heightened his enjoyment. She gazed into his eyes again and smiled—her smile just for him. Tono was intoxicating.
“I shall plant my seed deep inside you, toriko.” She moaned loudly, wanting to feel his come bathe her insides. He took both hands and grabbed her buttocks, commanding that she arch her back farther, keeping her eyes on him as he came.
Then Tono released his passionate wrath on her body. She couldn’t breathe as he rammed her with his shaft. It was amazing and frightening, the way he owned her with his cock. She never broke eye contact with her Dom. She knew the moment he released his seed inside her and her entire body hummed with pleasure.
“Thank you, Tono, thank you…” she whispered.
He slowed down, but remained inside her. He looked at her in the mirror, commanding something with his eyes that he did not voice. Suddenly, the delayed contractions of a sweet orgasm took her and she caressed his manhood with her climax. Wetness flowed from inside her depths, spilling out when he disengaged from her.
“That’s my good love slave,” he said, petting her long hair. “Now clean it up with your panties.” She did so immediately, embarrassed to have made a mess. He took the thong from her and kissed it. “This, I keep.”
Both dressed qui
etly while the others finished with their sessions. Before he left, she knelt beside him and bowed. “Thank you, Tono.”
He told her to lift her head up and then said softly, so only she could hear, “I will be back for you.”
She smiled at him affectionately. “If it pleases you.”
When he left, she turned in the direction of the four trainers. She kept her head bowed in the respectful kneeling position she preferred. After all the men had left, Sir spoke to the class. “Those who have not been called to meet privately will proceed to the commons. Someone will come to get you for the second practicum.”
Brie watched poor Taylor follow the silent and foreboding Marquis out of the room. She could see Taylor shaking. How bad would her punishment be? At least the girl always had the option to quit if it got too rough.
Sir nodded to Blonde Nemesis and only said one word. “Follow.”
Brie watched helplessly as Sir left with her. To keep herself from falling apart, she reflected on Tono’s lovemaking. Even if Sir no longer wanted her, at least she had a Dom she adored.
Facing the Unknown
Brie and Sanders proceeded to the commons and found a lovely salad and some wine set out for them. The two sat down and began eating quietly. “What’s your first name?” Brie asked between bites.
“Teri.”
Brie held out her hand. “Well, hello, Teri. My name is Brie.”
Teri took her hand and shook it firmly. “Pleasure to make your acquaintance. Hey, do you think Taylor will be okay?”
“I have to believe the school wouldn’t be world renowned if they abused their students.”
“I know, but man, I wouldn’t want to be her right now. That was brave of you to stick up for her like you did.”
“I just hated how Blondie—I mean, Wilson—tattled on her. Especially after Mr. Gallant instructed us to support each other.”
“Yeah, I don’t trust that woman farther than I can throw her. I can’t believe she is getting special treatment from Sir for being a rat.”
Teri couldn’t have known how her words would affect Brie. She suddenly imagined Sir mounting Blondie as they spoke, and it made her blood run ice cold. “Oh well, eventually she’ll get hers,” she grumbled.
