Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (36 page)

Brie growled under her breath when she saw
Blue Eyes at the door of the Training Center later that evening. He
might think he was all cute with his daily flirting, but she had no
patience for him now. Her heart was torn between two worthy men.
That boy had absolutely no chance with her, and she needed to put a
stop to it.

Brie took on a Mary-like stance, putting her
hands on her waist and cocking her hip to one side. “Whatever you
are trying to do here, Todd, it needs to stop! I have no interest
in you.” She powered past him and headed towards the elevator.

“Has anyone ever told you how sexy you look
when you’re pissed?” he called after her.

She had to bite her tongue to stop her
foul-mouthed reply. Brie just threw her hand up in the air in a
dismissive manner. Her training as a submissive definitely helped
her maintain control as she escaped to the elevator.

She sat down in Mr. Gallant’s classroom,
transfixed by the pile of papers on his desk—their evaluations from
the last auction. What had Tono said? He was a Kinbakushi, after
all; trained to bring his models to that spiritual level of
harmony. Maybe it wasn’t unusual for him.

She held her breath as Mr. Gallant handed
over her evaluation. “An eight, Miss Bennett? Highly unusual for
your third auction. Take it as a compliment from an admirer, but do
not let it go to your head. You have much to learn yet.”

She looked up at him. “I agree, Mr.
Gallant.”

He nodded and moved on to pass out the
remaining two packets. Brie dove into her evaluation, her heart
pumping as she did. ‘Miss Bennett has a rare gift with the rope.
Able to connect on a level seldom experienced by this Master.’
‘Both independent and trusting.’

She finally got to his criticisms.
‘Hesitated to state need for urination. Spoiled several shots
because of strained look.’ Brie giggled under her breath. ‘Lack of
experience holds her back, but is charming to overcome as a Dom.’
Tono had added at the end of the evaluation, ‘Hope to work with
toriko again. Could easily make a career of Kinbaku.’

Brie imagined herself joining Tono on the
stage at one of his live performances and felt her heart quicken at
the thought of a future with the man.

Mr. Gallant’s lesson centered on living the
Dom/sub lifestyle daily in the vanilla world. “When maintaining the
relationship in a world of bills, friends and family, your goal
should be to intertwine the lifestyle into your everyday life. Many
D/s couples choose to live with two separate worlds, but it does
not have to be that way. You can weave it into your day so that
even in the most common situation, the D/s element is still
apparent. Find a comfortable fit and be willing to change and grow
as issues arise.”

Mary raised her hand, waiting to be called
on. “What if you don’t want your family or friends discovering your
secret?”

“The power play can be subtle, Miss Wilson.
Something no one would think twice about. For example, you go out
to eat and wait for your Dom’s permission to take the first bite.
You play with your napkin and talk to the guests at the table until
you see his nod.” Mr. Gallant leaned against his desk. “No one is
the wiser but the couple maintains the bond. It’s a matter of
simple adjustments, but requires communication and creativity on
both sides to make it work.”

A shiver traveled down Brie’s spine at the
thought of being a submissive twenty-four seven. What would it be
like to be under a Dom’s rule in front of unsuspecting people?

“Tonight you will be meeting with an
assigned trainer and discussing his or her expectations of your
behavior in public. You will then go downtown and interact as you
have been instructed.” He smiled at the girls. “It should be a real
eye-opening experience.”

The three were told to meet in a new
classroom on the other side of the school. Brie and her classmates
chattered nervously as they made their way through the hallways.
Pleasing their Doms in the outside world would be a challenging
assignment indeed!

Brie was surprised to see there was a fifth
trainer at the table as they walked into the classroom. She stood
in respectful silence, sneaking peeks at the dark-haired Dom. He
had a classic, model-type face and spoke in a deep voice that
demanded attention.

Sir addressed the group of students. “I
would like to introduce Master Anderson. He will be running a
Training Center of his own and has joined us for the next few weeks
to observe and help train this class. Although he is new to this
Center, he is an experienced Dom and I expect you to give him the
same respect you give all trainers here. Do you understand?”

All three girls answered in unison, “Yes,
Sir.”

Master Anderson stood up. He towered above
the others, which highlighted just how tall the guy was. “I do not
take this responsibility lightly. I shall train you well, but in
turn I expect complete obedience.”

Brie suddenly felt the urge to bow to her
new trainer. She followed that gut instinct and knelt before him.
The other girls followed suit.

She felt him approach and then he asked in a
deep baritone, “What is your name?”

“Brie Bennett, Master Anderson.”

“Look at me, young Brie.”

She looked up into his intense green eyes.
Damn, he is good-looking.
Not as handsome as Sir, of course,
but…close.

“I appreciate a slave who understands the
importance of a bow.” He nodded once before turning from her and
sitting back down.

Such a simple interaction, but it had made
her all shaky inside. She noticed that Sir patted Master Anderson
on the back, as if they were old friends. It was such an endearing
gesture that she almost burst out in a smile.

Sir looked pleased when he caught Brie’s
eye. “Class, I will be staying behind to walk Master Anderson
through our school. Miss Wilson, you will partner with Master Coen
for this practicum. Ms. Taylor, you’ll be with Ms. Clark, and Miss
Bennett will work with Marquis Gray.” He paused as he looked each
of the girls over. “Take this opportunity to discuss protocols and
ask questions before you head out. Pay particular attention to your
trainer’s instructions. You will be critiqued on how well you blend
into the vanilla world while fulfilling your Dom’s protocols.”

Brie was disappointed to see Sir stand up
with the new trainer and leave. Her eyes followed Sir until they
rested on Marquis Gray, who happened to be staring at her intently.
“Pearl, are you ready to learn my demands?”

She blushed at being caught ogling Sir.
Nothing escaped Marquis’ sharp eyes. “Yes, Master.”

After a half-hour of discussion and a visit
to the bathroom to follow an order from him, Marquis handed her
more casual attire. It consisted of a simple black cocktail dress
and four-inch heels.
Such a luxury!
She quickly dressed
under his watchful eye, and then he escorted her out of the Center
with the two other girls and their trainers.

Brie’s heart hammered in her chest as she
held onto the arm of Marquis, whom she was to call ‘Mister’ Gray
for the evening. He had commanded that she maintain contact with
him in some form at all times. She was excited about the challenge
and appreciated the fact he wanted her to touch him in public.

Instead of taking a car like the other two
trainers, he took her to the bus stop in front of the school to
wait. Brie watched Lea follow Ms. Clark to her car. Apparently, the
Domme preferred her sub to walk behind her. Mary walked beside
Master Coen without touching him. Looking at the four of them, Brie
did not see anything unusual. No one would suspect the D/s dynamics
going on.

When the bus pulled up, Marquis Gray boarded
first. Brie grabbed onto the belt loop of his dark pants and sat
beside him with her thigh pressed against his. He did not look at
her, did not respond to her in the slightest, but she was a bundle
of excitement knowing they were touching. The contact was such an
intimate yet subtle exchange.

She met the gaze of a man sitting opposite
her. She quickly glanced away, but gasped loudly when she felt the
vibration of the toy strapped against her clit. She clutched
Marquis Gray’s thigh as he ramped up the speed of the little
device. He leaned over and whispered, “No coming.”

Brie nodded as she dug her fingernails into
his leg and struggled not to whimper. The buzzing was so loud that
she was certain everyone on the bus could hear it, but other than
the man sitting across from them, no one paid any attention.

Marquis changed the rhythm to pulsing and
she groaned softly. Being in public and having someone watch but be
unaware of their unique exchange was thrilling. The bus slowed
down, as did the vibrator, until it eventually stopped. Marquis
stood up and Brie placed her hand lightly on his back as they made
their way off the bus.

He held out his arm gallantly and she
wrapped herself around it. She looked at all the people walking in
the opposite direction. Everyone seemed in a rush to get somewhere,
while the two of them strolled at a relaxed pace amongst the
multitudes. She caught the eye of an agitated businessman and
smiled in sympathy.

Brie stumbled when the vibration hit.

“No fair, Mister Gray,” she whimpered,
straightening herself back up and trying to walk with grace while
her pussy tingled in delight.

“Completely fair, pearl.”

They walked down the crowded sidewalk,
heading towards the music and lights of the downtown scene. He
hadn’t told her what his plans were, which only added another layer
of excitement to this practicum.

Before he guided her into an extremely
popular celebrity restaurant, Marquis turned the toy down to its
lowest setting. She was surprised that they were immediately seated
in the corner of the crowded dining room. The table was elegantly
set with a long, white table cloth, fresh flowers and romantic
candlelight.

She figured Marquis must know somebody,
because it was impossible to get into the place. The fact was that
Brie had never been here before, and had only heard about it from
friends whose friends had managed to get in years ago.

Brie looked around, suddenly realizing she
was in the presence of some very influential people. People who
could make her film career a reality. The host tucked the chair
behind Brie and then did the same for Marquis Gray. Remembering his
command, she slipped off her shoe and ran her foot against his
leg.

Her nervousness increased twofold at the
knowledge that there were so many prominent people about, but
Marquis’ smile was easy. “See anyone you recognize, pearl?”

“Yes!” She couldn’t hide her excitement at
knowing directors and producers were just a few feet away. She
pointed demurely at a charismatic gentleman entertaining two
attractive models and whispered, “That’s Mr. Holloway. He’s the
producer of not just one, but two of the most popular cable series
running right now.”

“Is he? Well, then, I would suggest being
discreet when you crawl under the table and take me into your
mouth.”

Brie stared at him in shock.
Here in the
crowded restaurant?
What kind of impression would that make on
the very people she needed to impress? She hesitated and his eyes
bored into her. “Which is it, pearl? Are you my submissive or
not?”

She closed her eyes. This was so much bigger
than a simple sexual request, and she felt chills of indecision
consume her. It was a defining moment for Brie, and she knew it—one
of those forks in the road where, once the decision was made, there
would be no turning back.

Brie finally opened her eyes and looked
around the dining room. People were engrossed in conversations or
staring at menus. Being in the corner, she and Marquis Gray were
not that noticeable. Of course, there were the random people
walking to and fro, but she would just have to take a chance with
them. With a casualness she did not feel, she dropped her napkin
and bent down to pick it up. In the process, she lifted the linen
tablecloth as if it were an ordinary thing to do, and ducked under
the table.

Once she found herself hidden from view
under the table, Brie felt the thrill of her assignment. She
crawled between Marquis’ legs and slowly unzipped his slacks. The
simple action was made difficult due to the bulge in his pants, but
feeling the rigidity of his shaft made her even wetter. This
scenario was equally exciting for them both.

She freed his cock from his briefs and was
just about to place the head of his shaft into her mouth when she
heard the waiter return. “Are you ready to order, sir, or would you
like me to wait for the young lady?”

Marquis Gray guided her mouth onto his cock
with his hand at the back of her head. “I will order for both of
us…”

Brie swirled her tongue around the ridge of
his member before taking him deeper. Even in the shadows under the
table, she could see his uniquely curved shaft. It excited her and
she sucked even harder.

She was rewarded with the sound of his
grunt. He adjusted the vibrator to a much faster rate and she
moaned softly around his dick. When he had finished with the order
and the waiter was presumably out of earshot, she heard his
reminder from above: “No coming, pearl.”

She opened her throat to him and took his
entire shaft then. The curve of his manhood forced her to take him
at a different angle, but she was still able to press her red lips
against his dark pubic hair. He stiffened as she made her subtle
thrusting movements while taking his cock deep in her throat. The
waiter returned and asked if he would like pepper on their
salads.

Brie wasn’t sure how Marquis managed it, but
he answered in a normal tone, “No pepper for either of us, thank
you.” When the man moved away, Marquis fisted her long hair and
guided her. She gave in to his rhythm and pace as he leisurely
face-fucked her under the table.