by Vi Keeland
His lips moved to her ear. She heard his intake of breath just as he was about to speak. Brie closed her eyes, waiting to hear his declaration of love.
The door swung open and light flooded the room. “Brie, what are you doing in the dark?” Mr. Reynolds asked.
Brie rubbed her eyes, waking from her dream. She looked up at her boss as the blood rushed to her cheeks. “I just needed to rest my eyes for a few minutes. Did I go past my break?” She started to get up, but he told her to sit back down.
“You’re fine. You still have a few minutes left.”
Brie took several deep breaths to calm her racing heart. Even in her dreams she had been denied hearing Sir say those three little words. She felt her heart catch. Is it a sign that I never will?
Mr. Reynolds sat down next to her in the tiny office. “Is there anything I can do? You know I will be happy to help if I can.”
She smiled at the compassionate man who was so much like a father to her. “It’s nothing to worry about, Mr. Reynolds. Classes are just taking a lot out of me. It’ll be over soon.”
He responded sadly, “I have an uneasy feeling that I won’t be seeing your smiling face around here much longer.” He patted her hand. “But that’s okay. You were meant for more than this. It’s just that this old man will miss you.”
“Who says I’m leaving?” she quipped. “You can’t run this place with Jeff as your sidekick.”
He looked at her kindly. “Brie, you deserve better than this.”
Tears welled up when she heard the earnestness in his voice. “Thank you, Mr. Reynolds.”
He gave her hand one final pat. “So have you got enough Zs or should I turn the light back off and give you five more minutes?”
“I think I’m good.”
“Glad to hear it. Jeff screwed up stocking yesterday. Do you mind taking care of that?”
“I don’t know how you put up with that boy,” Brie grumbled good-naturedly as she got up from her chair.
“What choice do I have when he’s related to the owner? I consider Jeff a cross I must bear. The boy teaches me patience on a level no one else could.” He stood up and grinned. “Besides, who else would put up with him?”
“You’re a good man, Mr. Reynolds,” she said, and gave him a peck on his weathered cheek.
As she left work that night, Brie felt a cool chill travel down her spine. Her boss was right; she felt it in her bones that her days at the tobacco shop were numbered. She struggled with the conflicting emotions of excitement and sadness, knowing things were about to change.
She walked up to the doors of the Training Center with a playful grin on her face. Blue Eyes had been the one to mess with her mind for weeks now. It was high time to give him a taste of his own medicine. As she passed, she tucked her hair behind her ear while batting her eyes at him.
He cleared his throat before saying his customary, “Good evening, Miss Bennett.”
She turned around in one fluid motion, blowing him a kiss before turning back around and walking to the elevator. Take that, Wolfpup, she thought, giggling to herself.
Mr. Gallant’s class centered on the importance of tasks and rituals. “Daily tasks given by the Dominant are gifts. They may look like common, everyday tasks to an outsider, but for the submissive it is the opportunity to serve her Master. It allows her to please her Dom and gives her an opportunity to be rewarded for a job well done.”
“Rituals, on the other hand, are formalized series of words or actions that reinforce the D/s dynamic. They are created to set the mood and build anticipation. They should be simple and meaningful to both parties.”
“Miss Bennett, can you give me an example of a task versus a ritual?”
Luckily, Brie had been paying close attention. “An example of a task would be laying out your Dom’s clothes for the following day, meeting his exact specifications. A ritual could be greeting your Dominant at the door every day in a submissive pose until he touches your head and commands you to serve him.”
“Very good.”
Mr. Gallant opened his desk drawer and pulled out three cell phones. He placed one on each of their desks. “Tonight you will be doing a set of tasks for one of your trainers. You are expected to obey to the letter—no excuses. That may mean being creative in order to fulfill the commands given to you.”
Brie didn’t understand why a phone would be needed, but she felt the thrill that always came with a new challenge.
“You will meet the trainers at the commons. Remember that the goal is to follow the task to the letter. Failure is not an option.” The three girls got up to leave and he added, “Go ahead and take your coats with you. You will be leaving the Center shortly.”
Lea squealed after they left his classroom. “Another field trip!”
Brie couldn’t hide her excitement. “I wonder what we’ll be asked to do this time. I love outdoor practicums!”
Mary scoffed, “It sounds dumb to me.”
Brie frowned. “Why do you have to put everything down? You never give anything a chance, even though you end up enjoying it.”
“Hey, don’t knock how I approach life. If I expect the worst, when it happens I’m not disappointed.”
Brie shook her head. “That sounds like a depressing way to live.”
Mary snorted. “It works for me. If things go well then it’s an unexpected surprise, and I’m happy about it.”
Brie stopped in the middle of the hallway. “What if, by expecting things to go badly, you guarantee they do?”
Lea piped in, “Yeah, like what if you’re creating your own reality with your negative thinking?”
Mary rolled her eyes. “If that were true, I would never experience anything good. The fact that I do shoots your little theory to hell. Why do you two even care, anyway?”
“Because your negative attitude affects us,” Lea answered.
Mary growled angrily, “And this is why I hate women! I don’t want to hold hands and skip around pretending everything is wonderful. It’s dumb.”
“No, you’re dumb!” Lea snapped.
Her venomous outburst surprised Brie. They couldn’t afford to fight—not now. This was their last week together.
Maybe that’s why Mary is acting hostile. What if Mary didn’t want their time together to end any more than she did?
Brie stopped again and turned on them both. “Enough! We are here to support each other. Tonight, we are going to kick butt on our tasks. Our trainers will talk about our awesomeness for years, do you understand me?”
Lea smiled at her. “Uh-huh! Kicking ass and taking names…”
“You two are so juvenile,” Mary said contemptuously as she walked ahead of the two. Then she looked back and added with a wink, “Of course, I’m going to kick better butt than either of you. It’ll be my name the trainers will be talking about for years.”
Brie pulled the belt from her coat discreetly, folding it in half. When Mary wasn’t looking, she whipped her ass with it. “You wish! It’s Brie all the way, woman.”
Mary jumped away in surprise and then faced her with a grin. “Stinky cheese? I think not.” She scooted to the side when Brie tried to hit her again.
Lea giggled adorably. “Yes, you will be remembered as Mary Quite Contrary and Stinky Brie, but it will be Lea the Lovely that will stand above the rest.”
“Bend over, Lea. I must beat you for that,” Brie commanded.
They heard a door open and Faelan popped his head out of the classroom. His voice was unusually stern. “You are aware that we can hear every word you say.”
Brie instantly apologized, bowing her head in mortification. How embarrassing to have had Blue Eyes, along with the other training Dominants, hear their feminine exchange.
He replied, “As penance, you three must go home tonight and strap on a vibrator at full blast for a half-hour without coming.” He disappeared back into the classroom.
As the three hurried to the commons, Lea whispered, “Do you think he wa
s serious?”
Brie shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
Sir greeted the girls with a nod of his head. If he had heard their ruckus, he didn’t mention it. However, Brie felt certain he would hear of it later.
He said pleasantly, “Mr. Gallant spoke to you about rituals. Tonight I will assign each of you a ritual I expect you to follow at the beginning of each session for the remainder of your training.”
He addressed Mary first. “As soon as you enter the room, you are to move to the side and bow low with your arms outstretched on the floor. You are not allowed to speak or move until one of the trainers acknowledges you. Do so now.”
He moved on to Lea next. “When you enter the classroom, you are to strip off your panties and leave them by the door. You are then to present yourself in a kneeling position with your knees shoulder length apart. You may not release from the position until you have been given permission. Do so now.”
Brie held her breath as she waited for Sir to command her. Anytime she was given his full attention, she felt unadulterated bliss. She dared to look him in the eye, melting in the heat of his gaze. “Miss Bennett, when you enter the room you are to take off your corset and leave it at the entrance. Kneel in front of the panel with your legs closed, put your arms behind your back so that your breasts are fully presented. You are not to move until you are given permission. Do so now.”
Brie quickly untied the corset and placed it by the frame of the door. Then she gracefully glided over to the panel. She knelt down slowly, basking in the joy of her femininity. She would bet that even Ms. Clark was enjoying the view…but knowing her, probably not as much as the sight of Lea’s hot little beaver.
Sir continued with his instructions, telling the girls which Dom they had been paired up with for the evening. “Miss Bennett, you will be working with Master Coen tonight.” Her bottom tingled in remembrance of the trainer’s spanking. What would the muscular Coen have for her tonight?
After he had assigned each girl her Dom, Marquis Gray stood up and walked over to Lea. He placed his hand on her head and said, “You may stand and serve me.”
Master Anderson approached Mary and said, “On your feet, slave. Attend to your Master.”
Brie felt Master Coen beside her. He grabbed her long hair and pulled her chin up with gentle force. “It’s time.” She rose from the floor, gathered her corset, and followed him to a secluded corner to listen to his orders.
“You will get into your car and check your text. There you will find my next set of instructions. Be aware that when you hit the record button, the images will go directly to my phone. You also cannot text when it is recording.”
Brie looked at her cell phone and saw a large, red record button on the upper right. This was not an ordinary cell phone.
“Everything you need to know will be explained in the text.” His eyes held a mischievous glint when he ordered her to leave.
Brie glanced over and saw that the other girls were being given explicit instructions. It didn’t seem fair, but she was desperate not to fail her practicum so she obeyed her Master and left the Center. Once inside her car, she flipped the phone open and read his first text.
Proceed to the Supermart ten minutes from the school. Purchase hairbrush (thick handle), clothespins, Velcro w/ adhesive on back, condoms and a red bandana. Once items are attained, text your Master.
Brie felt nervous excitement as she put the phone down and started her car. Master Coen was a wildcard. She wasn’t sure if he liked her or not, but she would do everything in her power to please him.
She drove to the huge store and got out of her car, tightening the belt of her coat. She hadn’t gone anywhere public in her school uniform before, and was taken aback when a man walking towards her gave her a complete up and down before whistling. Brie looked to the ground and tried to calm the blush threatening to take over. Wearing her uniform in the vanilla world made her feel exposed, even with the long coat.
She made her way into the store and quickly collected the things on the list. She stood in line and watched her items go into the bag, one by one. Her excitement was heightened at knowing that they were most likely going to be used on her.
She thanked the cashier before texting her trainer. Items purchased, Master.
Immediately the phone vibrated with her next task: Find secluded area in store. You will be playing w/ yourself for my pleasure. Set up phone to record and then text. You have 10 min.
Brie’s breath caught in her throat. Ten minutes to find a place and set up the camera? It seemed impossible! She looked around wildly, trying to figure out where she could do it. She knew there would be a break room and a stockroom, but she might get caught by an employee, which would cause all kinds of unwanted trouble. The only place she could think to do it was the bathroom, but how could she pleasure herself on a toilet? It wouldn’t do.
Time was ticking and Brie started to sweat. She suddenly had a flash of brilliance and literally ran to the kitchen department. She grabbed a large cutting board and then headed to the bedroom department, where she snatched up a small pillow. With both items procured, she made her way through the express lane. The cashier looked through her other bags, double-checking she hadn’t stolen anything. Brie tried to remain calm, but knew she was losing precious minutes.
When she got the okay, she took her many bags and ran to the bathroom. She sought out the large handicapped stall and slammed the door shut. She laid her cutting board over the seat of the toilet, put the pillow against the back of it, and then lined up each of the items on the edge of the board for easy access. Next she peeled off the backing of the adhesive and placed a piece of Velcro on the phone. She quickly checked for the right camera angle, estimating where to stick it on the metal door. She looked at the phone and saw she still had a minute left.
Brie ran to the sinks and quickly washed her hands. A woman came in and headed towards her stall.
Brie cried out, “No, no, no!” She rushed past and slammed the door of the stall behind her. She immediately texted Master Coen: Master, camera is set up. Will do quick record & check back to see if you like angle.
She hit the record button and pressed the phone against the Velcro. Then she gingerly sat down on the cutting board, careful not to move her items, and waved at the phone. She got up, stopped recording and texted, To your liking?
He responded, Camera is fine. Attach clothespins to nipples. Place condom over hairbrush handle. Tie bandana over eyes. Count to 200 while you play w/ clit then fuck yourself with hairbrush. Scream my name when you come. If you please me, I will use hairbrush when you return.
Brie’s heart was pounding as she placed the camera back on the door and hit the record button. She could hear the woman washing her hands and prayed no one else would come in until she had finished. As much as she dreaded the thought of being caught, there was a thrill at doing something so private in a public setting.
She laid her coat on top of the bags before untying her corset and pulling off her panties. She left everything else on in case she needed to make a quick exit. She sat back down on her board and leaned against the pillow while looking at the phone with a playful smile. Master Coen has such a wicked mind!
Brie picked up the first clothespin and attached it to her innocent nipple. She squealed when the wooden tip closed down on it. OMG, that hurts! She took several deep breaths before she attached the other one. Brie bit her lip and groaned. She slowed her breathing down and accepted the throbbing pain.
She opened her eyes and unwrapped a condom, then slowly covered the handle of the hairbrush, imagining that it was Master Coen’s cock. When it was completely covered, she looked at the camera and nodded. Then she placed it down and picked up the bandana. Brie rolled the cloth up and tied it over her eyes. Losing her sight made everything more intense and had the added benefit of calming her.
She spread her legs apart and began playing with her clit, mouthing the numbers slowly to two hundred. First, she twirled her f
ingers lightly over her pussy, wetting her fingers with her excitement. Then she slowly inserted a finger, moaning softly as she did. After several thrusts, she flicked her clit again. This time she got into it, feeling the heat begin. Desperate for penetration, she thrust two fingers back inside, pumping herself the way a man would drive his cock into her. However, the stimulation to her clit had had more effect, so she pulled out and began rubbing it vigorously, mewing under her breath.
Brie imagined how she looked—wearing a blindfold with her legs spread and her nipples clamped—while eagerly playing with herself. It was so naughty that she could almost have come just by thinking about it. …one hundred ninety-eight, one hundred ninety-nine, two hundred…
She fumbled around for the hairbrush and then slowly inserted it into her willing depths. She braced her legs against the sides of the stall so Master Coen could get a better view. She started out slow and sensual, biting her lip and moaning as she pushed the hairbrush farther inside. Then she let herself really have it, thrusting quickly, concentrating her motions around her opening, where all the nerve endings were firing electrical pulses. Her left foot slipped and she squeaked as she righted herself. She started up again, pushing harder against the walls with her legs so she wouldn’t be interrupted a second time. With one hand, she thrust the pseudo-phallus while she stimulated her clit with the other, all the while imagining Master Coen’s veiny cock taking her deeply as he ordered her to come.
Her legs started shaking and she whimpered audibly. So close, so close…
Brie heard the high-pitched voices of young women just outside the door. It was now or never. She mercilessly flicked her clit, pushing the brush deep inside. Her inner muscles clenched around it as the orgasm washed over her. “Master Coen!” she screamed.
She heard the door open, followed by giggling laughter. Brie ripped off her blindfold and plucked off the clothespins. Then she quickly gathered her materials and stuffed them in the shopping bags. She didn’t want to waste time putting on the corset, so she stuffed it in the bag as well. She threw on her coat, buttoned it up and then approached the camera, mouthing the words, “Thank you, Master,” before turning the record button off.
