by Vi Keeland
Brie took her Dom’s cock in her hand and began kissing and licking his shaft. He grabbed the back of her head and pushed her mouth farther down on his dick. She adjusted and sucked harder, trying to build up the extra saliva needed to make it easier on her throat. After an ample amount of time, he pushed his cock against the back of her throat.
She gagged and instinctually braced her hands against his thighs, pulling away with tears stinging her eyes.
“Open,” he commanded.
She mentally prepared herself for the onslaught and opened her mouth to him. Again, he grabbed the back of her head and forced the length of his shaft down her throat. It wasn’t even a choice for her; she pushed against him and broke contact. It hurt.
She turned her head and watched Mary calmly taking the thrusting of her Dom, her face a picture of peaceful acceptance. It was almost beautiful to watch as his dick disappeared into her mouth, again and again in rapid thrusts.
Brie was determined to please her Dom that way. She put her hands behind her back and opened her mouth wide. After two of his forceful thrusts, her hands snaked around of their own accord and tried to push him away.
“Hands,” he warned.
She dropped them down to her sides, but the next deep thrust had her pushing against him desperately.
“Hands!”
Her arms hung in midair as she used all the willpower she possessed not to disengage. The tears fell and sobs escaped each time he thrust in and out of her. She could have used the safe word, but she refused, not wanting to fail in this.
She closed her eyes and endured. It was ugly. There was nothing sensual about how she took his shaft down her throat. Her nose was running and she couldn’t stop crying. He took pity on her and pulled away. She could only curl up over her knees and attempt to quiet her whimpers.
“Miss Bennett, please follow me,” Sir said, standing beside her.
She looked up, all snot-nosed and teary. She tried unsuccessfully to stifle the sob that erupted from her lips. He held out his hand and she took it.
Brie meekly followed him out of the classroom and they walked to his office in silence. He guided her to the chair and then sat down at his desk. He handed her several tissues and waited until she had control over herself.
“Why didn’t you use the safe word?” he asked quietly.
“I won’t give up. I can’t fail.”
“But you did just now.” The truth of his words crushed her. “I have always told you to be true to yourself. This was a prime example of what I was talking about. By stubbornly enduring it, you have harmed yourself and lessened the chance of becoming successful at this skill.”
She looked at him sadly and then broke into a fresh set of tears. “I’m sorry, Sir. I can’t stand failing.”
“In this case, you failed miserably. We didn’t stop you, because we all wanted to see you take control of the situation. Imagine doing something similar, or worse, on your own and then being permanently scarred by it. There is a reason we give you a safe word. What you failed to do is similar to the mistake Miss Wilson made. Do not let your stubbornness or pride keep you from ending a scene that is traumatizing you—ever.”
Her tears had stopped by then. Now she only felt shame. “I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Marquis Gray is correct; most Doms will expect to take you in that manner. It is important you overcome your fear of it.”
She nodded despondently.
“Brie.” Her stomach fluttered when she heard hearing Sir say her first name. “What if I tell you that I want you that way?”
She looked up at him, and her heart nearly stopped beating.
“I want to feel the tight constriction of your throat around my shaft. I want to see you look up at me with adoration as I pump my cock into your mouth.”
Suddenly the act did not seem as frightening. If it was something Sir wanted, she would willingly give it to him, or at least try.
“Tomorrow, you and I will practice on stage. It is important to succeed in this, but if it becomes too much, say the safe word and you can attempt it again another time.” He looked at her kindly. “This does not have to be conquered in one session.”
“I want to try, Sir,” she said breathlessly. “I want to please you.”
“It’s only natural. You’re a sub.”
“No, it’s more than that…”
“Stop, Miss Bennett.” Her heart ached when he called her by her last name. “Let’s not mistake this for anything more than a practice session.”
She looked at her lap and answered quietly, “Yes, Sir.”
Regardless of his warning, she coveted the chance to please him, to show him how she truly felt. If he knew the extent of her feelings, how could he ever let her go? Sir would never find anyone else as devoted. He was her everything.
She left the Center after their talk and headed straight home. As Brie lay in bed that night, she thought of Sir. He’s probably wondering how I’m doing, or maybe he is imagining my lips wrapped around his perfect cock. Despite Brie’s failure during the second practicum, she longed for this session with Sir. He hadn’t really touched her since their encounter together, and she craved Sir’s touch.
Pleasing Sir
The next morning at the tobacco shop, Mr. Reynolds noted the extra spring in her step. “Wow, what’s got you glowing like a candle?”
Brie blushed and smiled, but said nothing.
“Ah, must be young love. That would explain your lack of focus this past week. Is he the one who gave you that quirky necklace?”
Brie caressed her thin, black collar and said proudly, “Yes.”
“So, who is he?” Mr. Reynolds pressed.
She grinned. “Nobody you would know.”
He grabbed the inventory sheet and called back to her as he walked away, “You should bring him over to the shop sometime. I’d like to meet the young man who has captured your heart.”
She giggled to herself. She could only imagine the look on Mr. Reynolds’ face if she came walking into the shop dressed in her sexy school uniform, arm in arm with Sir. The poor man might have a heart attack.
She laughed her way through the day, surprised at how fast work went when Sir was on her mind. Before she knew it, she was heading to the Training Center and her practice session with the headmaster.
Brie was disheartened to see Blue Eyes—Todd—waiting for her at the front doors again. She hated to be rude to the boy, but it was a necessary evil. He needed to understand that she wasn’t interested in him.
“Good evening, Miss Bennett.” He swung the door open for her and let Brie pass without trying to engage her in conversation.
Well, that went easier than expected. She snuck a peek to see if he was watching her, but he was talking with another student. She figured he must have gotten the hint the first time around. Huh, he’s smarter than I gave him credit for.
Brie struggled to pay attention in Mr. Gallant’s class, but her mind was intent on pleasing Sir. Her instructor noticed and called her on it. “Miss Bennett, what are the five suggested techniques to enhance fellatio for the male?”
She did a quick replay in her mind. Although she hadn’t been paying attention, luckily her mind had taken note and she was able to rattle them off. She held up five fingers and folded each one down as she named the techniques. “One, remain partially dressed. Two, position yourself so that your Dom can see your lips on his cock at all times. Three, continually make sensual sounds. Four, intensify the act physically…”
“Examples?” he asked.
“Um…” Brie was scrambling, but it quickly came to her. “Examples are like having him put his hand on the back of your head or using your hair during fellatio.”
“Fine. Go on.”
“Five…” She put the last finger down and smiled. “Saliva is your friend.”
“That is correct.” He looked at her knowingly. “I suggest you employ those techniques tonight.”
Was he aware of her upcoming pr
actice session with Sir?
“I will, Mr. Gallant. Thank you.”
“Ladies, tonight you will proceed to the auditorium first so that refreshments can be served afterwards.”
Her heart rate shot up. She was going to encounter Sir sooner than she’d thought! It was hard not to run to the auditorium. Instead, she walked alongside Lea, who seemed in no hurry whatsoever. Brie almost squealed when she saw that not only were the trainers already there, but Sir was on stage.
“Proceed to the stage, Miss Bennett,” Sir commanded with his velvet voice.
She floated to him. It was just Sir and her—there was no other reality.
“Are you ready, Miss Bennett?”
Keeping her eyes on the floor, she responded, “I am, Sir.” She paused and added, “Mr. Gallant suggested I use the techniques I learned today.”
“Of course. I assumed you would.”
She didn’t know if it was overly bold, but she asked, “May I strip for you, Sir?”
He snapped his fingers and one of the assistants produced a chair. Sir sat down and graced her with one of his delicious smirks. “By all means.”
Brie swayed her hips from side to side, trying to lure Sir into her seductive web. She slowly untied her corset, letting it open, but not allowing it to expose her breasts. Before she undid the last tie, she turned around and looked over her shoulder at him as her corset fell to the floor. She covered her breasts with her arms, her milky white skin blushing with excitement as she turned back towards him. She gave him a sexy pout and then let her hands drop to her sides.
She playfully fingered her long, brown curls and twirled once for him. Then she shimmied out of her panties, held them up and, with a naughty little smile, let them drop to the floor. She briefly lifted her skirt to show off her bare pussy. Next, she removed her shoes and then her thigh-highs, one luscious leg at a time. She let the hose drift to the floor, on top of her small pile of clothing. She kept her microskirt on, in accordance with the first technique.
Brie approached Sir and slowly knelt down at his feet, ready to take his cock in the position recommended in the second technique. Sir’s smile had grown wider as he’d observed her.
“Entertaining to watch,” he complimented. He stood up and removed all of his clothes. She marveled at his fit frame, the dark patch of hair on his chest and his princely cock. Then he stood before her, his handsome manhood just inches from her face.
“I want you to suck me the same way you did Baron.”
Tears of gratitude pricked her eyes. She was being given permission to express her feelings for him before the practice session. Brie took his rigid and perfectly formed cock in her hand, guiding it to her lips. She swirled her tongue over the ridge of his smooth head and moaned softly, remembering the third technique.
Brie took her time as she took more and more of him into her mouth, building up the anticipation of when her lips would encase his entire shaft. She continually snuck glances at Sir and made lusty noises. He met those glances with his intense stare. He remained silent, but seemed completely entranced by her mouth.
When she felt ready, she looked up at him, hoping her honey-colored eyes clearly expressed her total and complete devotion. The head of his cock breached the entrance of her throat and she slowly forced it down until her lips touched the base of his shaft. Then she grabbed his hips and began the gentle, shallow thrusting motions. Sir threw back his head and let out a deep sigh.
When she needed oxygen, she slowly pulled away, but did not release his cock from her lips. She remembered the fourth technique and guided one of his hands to the back of her head. She purred at the feeling of submissiveness the simple contact inspired. Then she let his hard cock slide back down her tight throat. She began the thrusting motion with a little more enthusiasm. This time Sir groaned in pleasure and a wave of wetness coated her aching pussy. Pleasing Sir was such a turn-on!
She continued loving his cock with her throat. The saliva built up until it was freely flowing from her mouth, but she did not wipe it away—technique number five. She knew it would increase his pleasure, providing his cock with the right amount of friction.
Brie wanted to continue forever, but he finally pulled away and stated, “I want to fuck your face now.”
Her loins contracted in pleasure and fear. An assistant entered the stage and handed Sir a strip of red satin. He looked down at Brie tenderly. “I don’t want your hands to be a distraction for you this time.”
Sir tied her wrists together behind her back. She was grateful. Not having control of her hands would allow her to focus better. He stood before Brie again, his cock stiff and hungry for her.
“Open yourself to me.”
She trembled. The way he said it was sexy and romantic. He wasn’t treating her like a hole to be fucked; he was asking her to give a part of herself.
“If it pleases you, Sir,” she whispered hoarsely. She opened her lips to his manhood.
He gathered her hair with one hand and used it to guide her onto his cock. He gradually forced her mouth farther down his shaft. “First I’ll start off gentle, and then I’ll give it to you rough.”
Brie moaned. Sir was going to take her in the same manner he’d taken her anal virginity. He knew what her body could handle and would help her to succeed in pleasing him. She relaxed as he pushed the head of his shaft against her throat. Brie unconsciously gagged, but did not fight when he forced it past the resistance. She felt the length of him travel down her throat until her lips touched the base of his cock. He slowly pulled back out and let her catch her breath.
“Color?” he asked.
“Green.”
He nodded and pushed himself deep into her throat again. He stayed still for a moment, and then thrust lightly several times before pulling out.
“Still okay?” he asked.
She nodded, realizing she wasn’t making any noises. This time, when he guided himself down her throat, she gave a muffled moan and looked up at him lustfully. He took that as an okay to thrust with more vigor, and she instinctually tensed.
I am his vessel, she reminded herself. I long to please him this way. His thrusts became longer and more forceful. Brie kept her eyes locked on him as he took her mouth for his pleasure, but she forgot to make noises of desire, so he pulled out.
“Color?”
She managed to croak, “Still green.”
“Then I won’t hold back any longer.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
He regathered her hair. “Open wide, Brie. I plan to thoroughly enjoy that throat of yours.”
Brie remembered the erotic vision of Mary deep-throating her Dom with a look of peace on her face. She wanted to look just as erotic for Sir, but it was so much more than that. She was not offering herself as a vessel to him out of obedience, she was offering herself out of devotion and… She could no longer deny it. Brie gazed up at Sir with love as he used her mouth to satisfy his lustful desires.
Sir groaned and eventually cried out. His whole body shuddered when the release finally came and he pumped his essence down her throat. For an instant, she saw a hint of the same vulnerability in his eyes she’d seen before, and it thrilled her.
He untied her hands and helped her to her feet. “You did quite well, Miss Bennett.” He re-dressed and then assisted with her clothing, pulling the corset tight. She looked up to thank him and was struck dumb. His lips were nearly touching hers…
Sir put his hands on her shoulders and turned her around to face the panel.
“How would you rate the experience, Miss Bennett?” Master Coen asked.
It was a ten; it would always be a ten with Sir. However, she could not tell the trainers that without causing problems, so she answered, “It was an eight.”
“That is a marked improvement from your previous experience,” he noted. “We were distressed when you failed to use the safe word the first time.”
Brie looked down at the stage floor in shame. “I’ve learned my lesson,
Master Coen.”
“One can only hope that’s the case.”
“What was the difference from yesterday to today?” Marquis Gray asked.
She tried to keep her face emotionless when she answered. “I’m learning better how to give control away.”
“That is an expected quality in a submissive, Miss Bennett,” Ms. Clark interjected.
Marquis Gray’s voice had a serious undertone when he said, “Based on my observations, I believe what happened yesterday is closely related to your reluctance to eliminate in front of Rytsar Durov. Can you identify the connection?”
She braved a look into his dark, cavernous eyes, suddenly unsure of herself. “No, I don’t see the similarity.”
His eyes softened briefly. “I could tell you, but that would not be wise. You must learn to identify your weaknesses so that you can properly address them.”
Brie’s heart sank. Even though she had conquered the oral skill of deep-throating, Marquis Gray was claiming she still had a weakness—a weakness that threatened her future as a submissive.
“Think long and hard on this, Miss Bennett. If you fail to identify it, I’m afraid it will defeat you.”
A chill traveled down her spine. “I will do as you say, Marquis Gray.”
“I have faith in you,” Sir whispered, putting his hand on the small of her back as they walked off the stage. The simple gesture and his words of encouragement set her heart pounding again.
Auction: The Doctor is In!
Brie was far less nervous on her second Auction Day. After having such an amazing experience with Rytsar Durov the week before, she was confident she would thoroughly enjoy herself. Mr. Gallant had informed the girls that they would be playing out their Doms’ fantasies this time around.
She was certain Tono would bid for her and she was looking forward to alone time with the captivating Dom. Even though they’d only had one encounter together, it was one she couldn’t forget. They had a special connection she hoped to explore further. Much to her relief, her monthly ‘condition’ had played out and wouldn’t affect her time with him.
