Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (2 page)

Sincerely,

Rachael Dunningham

Brie felt a prickling sensation after
reading the email. It was the feeling she got whenever she stumbled
onto something big. She spent the rest of the night googling
information on submissives and Dominants. Some of what she read
frightened her, but the majority of it made her want to investigate
further.

Homework

Brie could appreciate how finding one’s
limits in six weeks might be beneficial, not only for the
submissives but for the Dominants interested in them. She sent a
reply and gave Rachael her mailing address. She figured it couldn’t
hurt to get additional information. She expected to get the packet
in the mail within a week, but was pleased when it arrived the
following day.

She poured the contents of the envelope onto
her kitchen table. Rachael hadn’t been kidding about there being a
ton of paperwork to fill out. There was also a thin box included.
Brie opened it up and slid out the contents. It turned out to be a
red, eight-inch stick about the circumference of her index finger,
with what looked like an upside-down heart attached to the end. It
resembled a thin little penis, and it made her laugh.

Brie glanced through the pamphlets, which
pretty much included the same information she’d found on the
website. Then she found instructions for her ‘homework’. It was
downright shocking. The instructions stated that, as an applicant,
Brie was required to send a video of herself using the little red
phallus. She was expected to suck on it as if it were a cock, use
it to excite her pussy, and then stimulate her anus with it. That
last step sent a cold chill through Brie. As far as she was
concerned, her ass was off limits. Having anything shoved up there
was totally unnatural and potentially painful.

She gathered all the materials and threw
them in the trash. Brie was unhappy that this ‘school’ now had her
email
and
mailing address. How stupid could she be? If she
had any problems whatsoever, she would call the Better Business
Bureau
and
the cops.

For the rest of the week, she was on pins
and needles, waiting to be contacted by the Training Center or
visited by the man who had left the business card. Nothing
happened. When the weekend rolled around, Brie called the BBB
anyway and was relieved to learn there had been no complaints filed
against the school.

She took the packet out of the trash and
looked it over again. The questions intrigued her and she soon
found herself filling it out—not to send in, but to get to know
herself better.

One of the first questions was, ‘What types
of men do you like, and what qualities are most attractive?’ Along
the same vein, ‘What types of men would you prefer not to have sex
with, and what qualities turn you off?’ The packet also asked about
sexual experiences, such as, ‘How old were you when you lost your
virginity?’, ‘How many partners have you been with?’ and ‘Describe
the best sexual encounter you have ever had.’ There was even a
section listing different sexual acts. For that section, there were
five options to check: ‘Like’, ‘Interested’, ‘Neutral’, ‘Don’t
Like’ and ‘Don’t Know’.

There were several practices Brie checked
with a ‘Like’, including light bondage and dildo stimulation. Some
she was ‘Interested’ in and a few she ‘Didn’t Like’, such as anal
sex and caning—seriously, being whacked with a cane did not sound
pleasant.

Looking over her answers made Brie even more
curious about the things she was interested in trying. The idea of
being tied down and teased by her partner was a total turn-on.
Whenever she thought of the man in the tobacco shop taking her that
way, she instantly got wet.

Brie shoved the completed form back in the
envelope, along with the humorous phallus, and put them in her
closet. She wasn’t going to send the packet in, but she liked the
ideas it inspired. If she’d actually had a boyfriend she would have
asked him to try some of them with her, but Brie was alone. Despite
the fact that she had a pleasant face, a tight little body and an
adventurous personality, she was dateless every weekend. Truly, the
world was a fucked-up place.

****

She had the late shift on Saturday. Although
it was fairly busy during the afternoon, at around six o’clock, the
place became an utter tomb. She watched the clock as time dragged
by, minute by painful minute.
This is it—this is the extent of
my sad little existence.
The only appealing aspect of her life
was making her film shorts, which nobody watched.

Brie bent over the counter with her chin
resting in her hands.
I want more.
The voice in her head was
demanding and clear. Life was too precious to wish it away, hoping
things would change.

Late that night, she fished the packet out
of the closet and took the small phallus in her hand. She looked it
over. It seemed harmless enough. She decided to record herself,
knowing she could erase it if she didn’t feel comfortable. Brie
initially chose only to do the first two parts of the instructions.
She set up her video camera in her bedroom, adjusting it to get the
proper angle. She made sure the lighting was perfect and then got
partially dressed for the show.

Brie felt a bit of clothing would preserve
her dignity and look sexier to boot. She wore a green camisole and
a short, black skirt with no panties, so she had the ability to
access the needed area without exposing herself. She also chose an
angle that would not display her pussy to the camera. Whoever
watched it would be able to see her actions without seeing all of
her. Brie was a professional—she wasn’t about to make a porno.

She pressed the record button and lay down
on the bed. She looked at the camera shyly and then turned away.
She wasn’t going to play for the camera. No, she wanted to pretend
that it wasn’t there, that this was just her, alone, playing by
herself.

Brie couldn’t help smiling when she brought
the red stick to her lips. It was just so thin and long.
Talk
about a pencil dick.
She laughed and then began licking the
heart-shaped head of the phallus. Brie closed her eyes so she could
imagine that it was a cock she was teasing with her mouth. She
twirled her tongue around the head and nibbled up the sides of the
shaft. She sucked on just the tip and then slowly, ever so slowly
took the length of it, centimeter by centimeter, into her mouth.
The eight-inch toy was too long for her so she didn’t even attempt
to take it all the way. Once it was comfortably in her mouth, she
began thrusting it in and out as if it belonged to a real man. She
made little mewing sounds, getting into the fantasy. Brie sneaked a
hand down between her legs and was surprised that she was actually
wet.

She got on her hands and knees and held the
phallus upright. She could just imagine the man at the tobacco shop
lying on her bed with a raging hard-on, wanting her to suck him.
She purred as her lips came down on the tiny cock, taking as much
as she could without gagging. Brie moved up and down on it
vigorously, stopping every now and then to tease the head with her
teeth. She was getting horny and wanted desperately for the man to
stuff his cock inside her.

Since that wasn’t going to happen, Brie lay
on her back and snaked the red toy down to her wet little mound.
She lifted her hips up and teased the outside of her pussy with
it.

She closed her eyes again and pretended her
partner was teasing her with his massive dick. He brushed it
against her clit, rubbing it several times to make her ready for
deep penetration. Then he rubbed the head of his cock around her
opening, tempting her by barely entering and then backing away. She
drove herself wild with her teasing. Finally, she allowed herself
to push the phallus inside. At first, it was a major
disappointment. She was so wet and loose that she couldn’t get any
stimulation from it. She needed more girth to be satisfied.

Brie changed tactics and began exploring
herself with the phallus. How far could it go in without being
uncomfortable? It turned out that, in her excited state, all the
way and then some… She rubbed different areas of her vagina with
the head, using various angles to find what felt good. There was
one spot in particular on the roof of her vagina that treasured the
attention. She began thrusting the phallus inside, keeping that
angle.

She continued to pretend that the man from
the shop was fucking her hard with his large shaft. He was
relentless, taking her for his own pleasure, but giving her
pleasure in return. When she caught herself moaning, she instantly
shut up.
How silly—moaning over a stick.

Brie pulled the tiny phallus out and
examined it. It was covered in her womanly juices and looked
exceedingly thin. She cocked her head, considering whether it was
small enough not to hurt going inside her virginal ass. For a brief
second, her insides contracted in pleasure at the thought.
Maybe
it won’t be so bad
.

However, Brie wouldn’t do it without
lubricant. She jumped off the bed and turned off the camera,
throwing sweats over her clothes. Fifteen minutes later, after a
quick run to the store, she was back and recording, with a tube of
gel in hand.

She lay back on the bed and then giggled
when she noticed she’d left her socks on. Brie quickly peeled them
off and threw them across the room, making a basket in the hamper.
“Score!” she yelled. She looked back at the camera and grinned.

The tube of gel was a bit intimidating.
She’d never used lube before, and associated it with nasty anal
sex. Now Brie was about to introduce herself to nasty anal sex, and
it scared her a little. At least she was in control and could stop
if it hurt.

She coated the thin red shaft with an
overabundance of gel. For good measure, she rubbed the excess over
her tight little hole. Knowing she was being recorded, Brie tried
to rub her asshole sensually. Before long, she was actually
enjoying the sensation, and she pushed just the tip of her middle
finger inside. She was surprised at how tight and warm it was, but
her anus resisted her invasion.

By then, Brie was turned on enough to want
more. The idea of introducing a foreign object into this forbidden
part of her body made her juices flow. She took a deep breath and
positioned the plastic phallus.

The head, which had been laughably small,
now seemed much too large. It was almost the width of one and a
half fingers. She pushed it against her tight sphincter and felt
her body clam up accordingly. “Relax,” she said out loud. She took
several deep, calming breaths. Closing her eyes to concentrate, she
imagined her tobacco man’s cock pushing against her ass. He wanted
access to her. He longed to take her in this most intimate way, and
she
wanted
him to have her.

She got onto her hands and knees to better
play out the scenario. Brie reached around and positioned the
phallus again. In her mind, she rocked against his shaft, wanting
him inside her, needing to hear his grunts and groans of pleasure.
With a little more effort, the tip of the phallus slipped in. She
gasped and stopped. It felt strange, and not necessarily sexy. She
closed her eyes again, and her imaginary lover told her how tight
she was. He was about to come just being inside her, but she wasn’t
ready. She pushed the shaft in deeper. She could feel every part of
it. For the first time, she was grateful for the size of the tiny
phallus. Anything bigger would have scared her from trying.

How far can I take it?
With no need
to rush, Brie slowly inserted most of the thin shaft inside her.
She arched her back and could feel the phallus press against new
places. How would it feel to really be taken in the ass? She took
hold of the end and started pulling it out. Her body tightened
around the head as if it was reluctant for the toy to leave. That
was certainly a new sensation for her. She pushed it back in and
felt the same resistance. Either way, her body tightened.

Brie took it slowly, sliding the shaft in
and out of herself. Still imagining her mystery man was taking her,
she began moaning softly. He wanted to come inside her ass,
covering the inside of her with his essence. “Yes…” she whispered.
Faster now, she thrust it even deeper. The more she thrust, the
more relaxed her body became. She laid her head down for support so
that she could continue thrusting while she played with her clit.
“Take me, Sir. Take me deeper,” she murmured.

Brie rubbed her clit vigorously as she
imagined him thrusting without mercy into her ass. The heat between
her legs grew into an inferno. He was ready to come. He grabbed her
buttocks and pushed in so deep that it made her scream. “Yes, Sir,
oh, yes!” she panted. Her pussy began contracting in rhythmic waves
as her orgasm consumed her. She stopped her hand movements as she
enjoyed the ride. When it finally ended, she slowly pulled the
phallus out.

Brie jumped off the bed and walked up to the
camera. “I guess I’m finished with my homework.” She chuckled
softly as she turned it off.

She’d never had that much fun by herself
before. What would it be like to actually have a partner? She
shivered pleasantly at the thought.

Brie sat down and watched the entire thing,
wondering if it needed editing. Just watching herself made her hot
again. She decided not to make any cuts and burned it onto a DVD.
She grabbed the paperwork and the financial form and slipped them
in an envelope. She mailed it the next day by certified mail. Now
she just needed to wait and see if she qualified for a
scholarship.

Class Begins

Brie did not have to wait long to hear back.
She received a large package in the mail three days later. She knew
it was good news as soon as she recognized the Submissive Training
Center crest on the parcel. Brie tore into the box and the first
thing she saw was a letter: