by Vi Keeland
It reminded her too much of a medical exam. “Please, Mistress, what are you planning to do?”
“I am not a Mistress. I would have you call me Sting, but I do not want you to speak again. Nod if you understand.”
Brie nodded, trying not to let her fear take over. Why would this woman be called Sting?
She heard a buzz and felt the woman touch her mound. “Don’t move.”
Brie bit her lip, tensing up until she felt the pleasant vibration of an electric razor. The woman trimmed her pubic hair with quick motions. Afterwards, she smelled the sweet scent of talcum powder as Sting sprinkled it over her mound and rubbed it into the skin.
Brie heard her leave the table and move across the room. When the woman returned, she felt the edges of a tray as it was placed between her legs. She tensed again, making Sting laugh. “Relax, Miss Bennett. I am good at what I do.”
Good at what?
Brie suddenly understood when she felt the hot wax. The woman pressed a strip of cloth against it and—without any warning—ripped it clean off. Brie screamed in surprise and pain.
“No more noises from you,” the woman admonished.
Brie swallowed hard as Sting spread the second application onto an adjacent area and pressed another strip of cloth onto the wax. When the woman readied for the pull, Brie held her breath and then screamed silently, feeling each individual hair rip from her body as the woman yanked off the wax. An errant tear slid down her cheek.
“Good girl,” Sting replied soothingly. “If you breathe in when I pull, it won’t hurt as much. However, I recommend you give in to the pain. Some of my clients come when I do this.”
Brie couldn’t imagine that and had to squelch another shriek. Sting was relentless as she plucked at the remaining hairs. She could only imagine what her now completely bald nether regions looked like. Afterwards, Sting applied a soothing cream to her burning skin.
“You did well, Miss Bennett. I will report that to Mistress.”
The fact that Sting had simply called her Mistress made Brie think she was Ms. Clark’s official sub. Brie had so many questions she wanted to ask Sting, but obediently kept silent.
Once Sting had cleaned up the room, she took Brie by the arm and helped her off the table. Brie stumbled, still recovering from the shock of the treatment.
“Take your time to dress,” the small woman said gently.
With shaking hands, Brie pulled on her crotchless hose and then attempted to tie her corset. After several failed attempts, she felt Sting take over. She tied it far tighter than Brie ever had. So tight, in fact, that she had trouble breathing.
“There. You look much better now. You should strive to always keep it this tight.” She helped Brie into her skirt and shoes. “Hold your panties in your hand. Mistress will want to examine my work.”
Brie blanched at the thought, but nodded. Sting led her back to the main room, where she heard the grunts and moans of the couples finishing their sessions together. Brie sighed inwardly, unhappy that she’d had to endure pain and miss out on a sexual encounter. Ms. Clark definitely knew how to make a punishment hurt on many different levels.
Brie stood there quietly until she heard the Doms leave the room.
Ms. Clark spoke in a firm voice. “Was she obedient?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Fine. Let me see.”
Brie felt the hem of her short skirt being lifted up. For the first time that night, she was grateful for the blindfold. It was humiliating to be treated in such a manner. She could only imagine the delight Blonde Nemesis must be experiencing at witnessing her degradation.
“Well done,” Sir complimented. Brie’s whole attitude changed with his simple statement. If her new look pleased Sir, then there was no reason to feel mortified.
“Attractive,” Marquis Gray added. His voice held a possessive tone that unsettled Brie.
“Enough about this girl’s kootch,” Master Coen said. “We need to discuss the next practicum.”
Ms. Clark spoke up. “You may go now, pet. Thank you for your service.”
“It was my pleasure, Mistress.” Then Sting whispered to Brie, “Hold onto me while you put your panties on.”
Brie leaned against her as she tried—as gracefully as possible—to follow her command, despite the tight corset, high heels and blindfold. Blonde Nemesis snickered softly, so that only Brie could hear.
After Sting had left, Brie heard manly footsteps enter the room and wondered who it was. Sir addressed the group. “You will proceed to the commons. Miss Wilson, you are responsible for escorting Miss Bennett to and from the commons tonight.”
Brie groaned inside, but dutifully followed Blonde Nemesis. As they walked down the hallway, Wilson laughed. “Nice kootch, Bennett.”
“Shut up. You’re just jealous,” Lea retorted. She grabbed Brie, and the three walked arm in arm as if they were all good friends.
“What do you think this practicum is going to be like?” Brie asked. “It seems odd that they are still talking about it.”
“It does make me suspicious, especially with Mr. Gallant joining them,” Blonde Nemesis said.
Brie was curious now. All five trainers are discussing the next practicum?
“I really don’t care,” Lea replied. “So far, I have enjoyed everything we’ve done except that whole kneeling test.” She giggled pleasantly. “Thank goodness I can talk today. By the way, Wilson, what is your first name?”
“Why should I tell you?”
Brie turned to her even though she couldn’t see. “Because, like it or not, we’re in this together.”
“Whatever.”
Lea pressed, “So, your name is…?”
“Mary.”
“Oh, like the Virgin Mary?” Lea teased.
“Shut up, Lea Fake Boobs.” Mary immediately turned on Brie. “So, what happened last night?”
Brie chose not to answer. Lea nudged her playfully and asked, “What’s Mary talking about, Brie?”
Mary answered for her. “She didn’t come out with us. I waited for more than a half-hour, but she never came out of the school.”
“What kind of weirdo are you, stalking me like that?” Brie asked irritably.
“Don’t avoid the question, Bennett. Don’t think we haven’t noticed that collar around your neck,” she replied, jealousy tainting her harsh voice.
“Oh, Brie, tell me what happened last night,” Lea begged.
She wasn’t about to share her intimate moment with Nemesis around. “Sir was concerned that one of the Doms was getting too attached, so he gave me a protection collar.”
Mary breathed an audible sigh of relief. “Okay, if it’s just a protection collar it means nothing.”
“Which Dom is it?” Lea wanted to know.
“Tono,” Mary answered.
Brie growled angrily, “What’s wrong with you, Wilson? Lea asked me the question, not you.”
“But I am right, aren’t I?”
Brie said nothing, angry that her nemesis knew so much. When they arrived at the commons, Brie could smell a variety of spicy foods. “What is it?” she asked.
“All kinds of tasty Spanish tapas!” Lea squealed. “I’ll make us both a plate,” she said, and left Mary to lead Brie to a table.
“Don’t get used to this, Bennett. I can’t stand you,” Mary hissed. She left, presumably to get her own plate. Brie didn’t mind if she was jealous—she didn’t mind one bit.
It surprised Brie how much better the food tasted with her blindfold on. She noticed every little nuance of flavor: garlic, spicy cayenne, sweet paprika, the honey-bitterness of saffron. The same went for the wine, with its layers of smoky cherry and vanilla, as well as a hint of oak. She let the other two chat away as she enjoyed the aromatic food and partook liberally of the multilayered wine.
Master Coen did not come to get them for a full hour. By then, the mutual excitement of the three was deliciously tangible. They walked arm in arm to the auditorium, trus
ting that the practicum was going to be out of this world.
Challenged
Once Brie had sat down in the auditorium, Ms. Clark ordered her to take off her blindfold. She did so quickly, blinking several times to adjust to the light. “I expect you to observe everything, Miss Bennett. Do not look away.”
Brie thought it was an odd thing to command, considering all of the girls were expected to watch, but she nodded and looked towards the stage dutifully.
Master Coen spoke to the group. “Tonight is a special night for each of you. This is a night of self-discovery, where we promise to stretch your limits and open you to desires you’ve avoided up to this point.”
Brie was dumbfounded when she saw Ms. Clark move onto the stage. Master Coen announced, “Ms. Taylor, join your trainer.”
Lea looked at Brie, her eyes wide with curiosity. She bounced up the stairs and joined their Dominatrix trainer with the severe bun and tight-fitting business suit. “For this exercise, you will address me as Mistress,” Ms. Clark ordered.
“Yes, Mistress,” Lea said, her gaze glued to the ground. Obviously, she didn’t want to suffer the same punishment as Brie.
“Am I correct in assuming you have not been with another woman?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Then your name for the scene shall be Cherry. Take off your top and underwear, but do it thoughtfully. Please your Mistress as you reveal your large bosom and your cunny to her.”
Lea slowly undid the ties of the corset and playfully uncovered one of her unnaturally large breasts. She covered it back up and exposed the other before letting the corset fall to the stage floor. She turned away from Mistress Clark and flipped her skirt up. Then she bent over and slowly shimmied off the thong, stepping out of it and spreading her legs.
“That was nice. Now stand up and face me, with your arms crossed above your head.” Lea readily obeyed her command. Mistress reached over and cupped Lea’s right breast in her hand. “A full D-cup—not too big, but more than a handful.” She flicked Lea’s nipple with her thumb, making it taut and erect. Then she moved her fingers to the other, tugging and kneading her breast. “Retrieve the nipple clamps from the table.”
Lea glanced down at the small table and looked confused. She hesitantly picked up a small chain, then handed it to her Domme while keeping her eyes averted. “Yes, Cherry, those are nipple clamps. I take it you haven’t tried them before.”
“No, Mistress.”
“Then we are both in for a treat.” She opened a clamp and attached it to Lea’s nipple, adjusting it until her sub grunted in discomfort. “Does it hurt, Cherry?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Mistress Clark adjusted it a little tighter before she moved to the other nipple. Brie cringed in empathy for her pain. The nipple clamps looked pretty with the decorative chain connecting them, but the idea of having one’s nipples squished like that seemed extremely painful—as bad as waxing.
“Concentrate on the pain, don’t avoid it,” Lea’s Domme insisted. Lea nodded and said nothing. When her face relaxed, Mistress Clark pulled on the chain. Lea moaned softly. “That’s it. You feel the pleasure, don’t you?” With her hand still pulling on the chain, Mistress Clark leaned over and kissed Lea, running her tongue over her lips before darting in.
Lea kissed her back, whimpering softly. She spread her legs open when Mistress Clark moved her fingers between Lea’s thighs to caress her glistening pussy. Brie was shocked that their trainer could be so hot and provocative. It forced her to look at the woman in a completely different light.
Mistress Clark pulled back and put one of her legs onto the small table, hiking up her pencil skirt. “Cherry, I want you to eat my pussy the way you would like to be eaten.”
Lea got down on her knees and moved the red panties aside so she could lick Mistress Clark’s sex. Brie’s eyes opened wide—it seemed so wrong and yet so erotic. Lea licked the length of it and then settled her tongue on the clit. The only sound in the entire auditorium was gentle suckling noises.
“Faster, Cherry.”
Lea moved her head back and forth in a rapid motion, causing the Mistress to moan. Brie felt her juices start to flow at the sound of her trainer’s pleasure. Never in a million years had she thought watching Ms. Clark would make her horny.
“Stop. That was good, Cherry, but I want you to stand up now.”
Lea did as she was told, standing respectfully before her Mistress. The Domme picked up a fleshy-looking dildo and knelt down to partake of Lea. As she kissed Lea’s drenched pussy lips, she pulled on the chain with one hand and thrust the phallus into Lea with the other. Brie could see that her friend was trembling from all the attention, and wondered how long Lea could last. The auditorium was filled with her panting moans.
“Let me please you, Mistress!” Lea begged.
“Yes, Cherry.” Mistress Clark stood back up and kissed Lea on the lips.
Lea snuck her hand to Mistress’ mound. The Dominatrix dropped the dildo and the two started flicking each other’s clits like there was no tomorrow. The whole group waited in anticipation as the two women brought each other to climax. Lea was loud when she came, but only a few gasping sounds came out of the Domme’s lips.
Brie’s panties were sopping wet at the end of their encounter. It had been so simple, but Ms. Clark had known exactly how to play Lea. It had been like watching art—the art of seduction.
Master Coen asked, “How would you rate the scene, Ms. Taylor?”
She looked down and smiled, but then stopped herself. Lea was learning. She looked him directly in the eye before she smiled again. “I enjoyed it.”
“Even though it was with a woman?”
“Yes, and it surprises me. I never would have guessed.”
“Tonight’s practicum was an important breakthrough for you,” Sir commented.
She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Sir.”
Once the stage was cleared, a new scene was set up. Assistants brought a bed onto the stage, along with a table and a single tube of lubricant. Brie started hyperventilating, thinking her time was at hand.
Her heart about stopped when both Master Coen and Sir walked up to the stage. Brie closed her eyes and waited for her name to be called.
“Miss Wilson, please join your trainers on the stage,” Marquis Gray announced.
She stopped breathing altogether and her eyes immediately fell to the floor, but Ms. Clark was watching her. “Eyes on the stage, Miss Bennett!”
Brie obeyed. She did not miss the extra wiggle to Mary’s ass as she walked up to the stage and stood next to Brie’s Sir.
Master Coen commanded, “Slave, undress your Masters.”
Mary deftly removed their clothes, starting with Coen first. The large muscular man was impressive without clothing. He had the look of a tanned bodybuilder, completely free of hair and with every muscle nicely defined. His shaft was already rigid. Like the rest of him, it was stout and veiny.
Mary was purposely slow and sensual when she undressed Sir. Her hands danced over his skin as she took off each piece of clothing. Brie had seen him au naturel before, but she was still surprised by how strikingly handsome he was. Unlike Master Coen, he had a covering of brown hair on his chest, arms and legs. His muscles weren’t bulging like Master Coen’s, but they were well defined and fine. Brie glanced between his legs, admiring his handsome cock surrounded by dark hair. She felt incredibly possessive of that shaft and didn’t want Mary anywhere near it!
Sir murmured something, and Mary obediently got down on her knees. Brie wanted to close her eyes, but she resisted the urge and watched her nemesis go down on him, her stomach in knots. She hated Ms. Clark for making her watch.
While Mary continued to suck Sir’s dick, Master Coen knelt behind her and began stimulating her clit with his hand. “Spread for me,” he ordered. She obediently opened her legs wider and he pushed his fingers inside, pumping her deeply.
Brie’s heart rate increased in both anger and
desire. Why couldn’t she have been the one up there? She felt a touch on her shoulder and knew it was Lea. Her friend understood, and knowing that helped Brie to check her building rage.
Both men disengaged from Mary at the same time. Master Coen moved over to the bed and lay on his back. “Sit on my dick, slave. We’re about to give you a ride.”
Mary let out an excited squeal and climbed onto the bed. She straddled him, letting his veiny shaft impale her swollen pussy. Meanwhile, Sir took the lubricant and liberally coated his cock with it. Brie wanted to scream when he approached Mary. She gritted her teeth, willing herself not to look away.
Sir joined the two on the bed and spread more lubricant over the girl’s tight hole. Mary moaned in anticipation. His velvety smooth voice explained, “I know this is your first time with double penetration, so we will take it slow initially.”
“I want it, Sir,” she groaned. “I want to please you.”
“Of course you want to please us.” He slapped her ass several times, the sound of it echoing through the auditorium. “Now relax and take it…” Sir said as he pushed the head of his shaft into her. Mary grunted as she received his gift.
Brie felt the weight of someone staring at her and glanced at the other trainers. Both trainers were looking at her, not at the stage. She quickly turned her eyes back to the scene, suddenly understanding that this was a test.
She watched as the men played with Mary’s body, helping her to relax enough to take in the fullness of both of their cocks. It took several minutes before Sir’s entirety was securely in her ass. Mary kept moaning, “Oh, God… Oh, God, that feels good.”
Brie let out an irritated sigh. Even though she had only just lost her anal virginity the day before, she wanted to take Mary’s place. She wanted to be the one pleasing Sir.
