Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (39 page)

He continued with the rules. “If you must
speak while watching a scene, do so in quiet tones or walk to a
social area. You do not want to distract either the Dom or the sub.
If you feel there is an issue, contact a staff member.
Never
interrupt the scene unless the Dom asks for help. It is also
important to stay a proper distance away for safety reasons. You do
not want to find yourself in the path of a whip.” He made the
motion of cracking a whip. The flick of his wrist was so quick that
Brie had no doubt her teacher knew how to wield one. She wiggled in
her seat, liking the idea.

“After the scene is over, be respectful and
leave the couple alone until they are back in the social area. It
is completely fine to compliment a Dom if you have enjoyed a
particular scene. However, you are not allowed to talk to or touch
any sub without asking the permission of the Dominant in
charge.”

Mr. Gallant looked sternly at Lea. “I hope
you have been paying close attention, Ms. Taylor.” Brie’s breath
caught when she heard her teacher’s next words. “Because tomorrow
we will not be meeting here. Instead, we will be meeting at a local
club so that you can experience firsthand the pleasures of public
display. It is not for everyone, but many in the BDSM culture find
it
quite
entertaining.”

Brie was a mess after his announcement. The
idea of witnessing different scenes with other D/s couples in the
community was almost more than she could handle. How would it be
different from the Center? Would the club look like a dungeon with
different cells? Would the air be full of the sounds of submissives
screaming in pleasure? What would it
smell
like?

When the lesson ended, Brie skipped
alongside the other two girls. “We’re going to go to a real
dungeon! Wait, do you think that’s what they’re called? Anyway…can
you believe it?”

Lea looked as excited as Brie. “Man, I can
just imagine being tied up and flogged by Marquis Gray in front of
everyone.”

“I know!” Brie exclaimed.

Mary looked disinterested. “I don’t know
what you’re making such a big deal for. You exhibitionists or
something?”

Brie slammed her hip into Mary, making her
lose balance. “Don’t pretend for a second you aren’t interested. I
can tell you love playing out a good scene in front of us. Hello!
I’ve only been watching you the last few weeks.”

Mary gave her a snide look just before they
walked into the classroom. It was the same one they’d used on their
first night, the one with the spongy floor and large, triangular
ramps. Brie was puzzled when she saw a second table with four empty
chairs on the opposite side of the room. Something weird was going
on.

“Tonight you are going to have the
opportunity to work with and rate training Doms. A reverse of what
you have experienced up to this point.”

All three girls shifted their stances. It
seemed crazy! They were being given the chance to rate their
Masters for a change?

Sir spoke solemnly. “You may not be aware,
but we have similar training for Doms on this campus. Their
sessions start after you are in class and end after you leave.
Chances are you have not come in contact with these men, but you
will be introduced tonight. Take the responsibility we are giving
you seriously, just as the Doms have who’ve rated you. Each of you
knows personally the impact a rating has on the recipient.
Understand, we will not allow you to evaluate the Doms until after
they leave the room and you are
not
allowed to top from the
bottom.”

Brie hated to be the idiot of the bunch, but
she needed to know. “Sir?”

“Yes, Miss Bennett?”

“Can you explain what topping from the
bottom means?”

“Certainly. I was waiting for one of you to
ask. Topping is a term used to describe a submissive taking control
of a scene while still playing the submissive. Unless the Dominant
has specifically asked for your help and/or instruction, a sub
should never top from the bottom. Tonight you are to do everything
asked of you without hesitation, unless safety is involved. In that
case, we expect you to call out the safe word.”

Sir got up and walked over to the three.
“Ladies, just because we are asking you to assess student Doms does
not give you the right to treat them with any less respect. Know
that we are watching your interaction with them as much as their
interaction with you.”

“Yes, Sir,” the three answered in
unison.

Brie couldn’t believe her luck. The chance
to rate a partner’s performance was an unexpected gift for a
submissive. The night just kept getting better and better!

Sir sat back down and gestured towards the
door. Four trainers came in and sat down—three males and one
female, similar to their own panel. Right behind them came three
Doms. Brie averted her eyes, fighting the urge to take a quick
peek. She stared at her Dom’s brown loafers and black pants,
waiting for his permission.

“Look at me, blossom.”

Brie looked up into his crystal blue eyes
and stopped breathing.
You…! What the hell are you doing
here?

Todd met her gaze and said in an
authoritative voice, “I have waited patiently for this day.”

Brie took a gasp of air. “I don’t
understand…”

“I will explain, but first you must undress,
leaving only your stockings.”

It seemed like a dream as she gracefully
removed her corset, skirt, shoes and panties, placing them neatly
on the floor. When she stood up, he looked her over and commented
simply, “Enchanting.”

Brie blushed for no good reason.

“Bow at my feet, blossom.”

She did so immediately and then felt his
hand on her head. He stood there and remained silent while the
other Doms directed their subs to the ramps. She wasn’t sure what
he was waiting for.

“Master?”

“You will not call me Master. I am Faelan to
you.”

“Yes, Faelan.”

“Come over here, blossom.” He led her away
from the ramp and over to a corner of the room. “Lie on your
back.”

While Brie did as he asked, she watched
Faelan move over to a table and pick up several items from it. When
he turned back towards her, she quickly snapped her head back and
stared at the ceiling, trying to calm her breathing. She couldn’t
believe Blue Eyes was her Dom…

He walked into her line of sight and held up
a thin silver bracelet in the shape of an X. “The prettiest bondage
I could find.”

Brie crinkled her brow, uncertain how it
counted as bondage. She soon found out when he placed one of her
wrists into it, crossed her other wrist over it and then locked
them into place. Brie looked at her wrists, bound in thin silver,
and smiled appreciatively. “Beautiful…”

“Lay your arms back above your head,” he
ordered, then took a scarlet rope and bound her ankles together. He
took another tie and bound her knees.

He looked over his work with approval. Then
he held up a large, fluffy white feather and twirled it between his
fingers. “My instrument of pleasure for tonight.”

It took everything in Brie not to burst out
laughing.
A feather? Seriously?
She had been flogged and
caned, and he was going to tease her with a feather? Blue Eyes had
no idea how pathetically cute he was.

“Lift your head up, blossom.”

She did as he asked and he placed an eye
mask over her head. It smelled of lavender. He placed it firmly
over her eyes, blocking all light, before gently laying her head
back down on the spongy floor. The blindfold, in addition to the
bindings, had an effect on her. She was suddenly very aware she was
under his power.

She expected his hands on her naked body,
but instead he settled down beside her. The smell of him was
familiar—manly and intoxicating. “I will explain now, as I caress
your skin.”

Brie felt hundreds of tickling points as he
moved the feather over her breast. She gasped in delight, surprised
at the sensual feel of it. While the feather glided over her skin,
he drew her in with his low, masculine tone. “The moment you landed
in my arms at the front of the school, I became captivated by
you.”

He used the tip of the feather to tease her
nipple. It hardened from the attention. Then she felt the warmth of
his lips on her nipple. It was just for an instant, and suddenly
the feather was back, teasing her again. She sighed in
frustration.

“When I realized you were training to be a
submissive it was as if all the pieces of a puzzle came together
for me. My need to dominate finally made sense and my path was
clear. I contacted Thane Davis and expressed my desire to train at
the school. It wasn’t an easy sell because the class had started a
few days before.”

He stopped, and her attention focused on the
caress of the feather against the side of her hip. The tingling
trail it left was followed by another warm kiss.

“I offered to drop my advanced business
classes for a semester and put in extra time to make up for
starting behind. It took convincing, but I finally got the Dominant
panel on my side.”

The feather moved from her bound knees and
slowly made its way between her legs. The delicate touch of it
drove her wild. She squirmed in pleasure as the feather touched her
mound. Then Brie stopped breathing, waiting for his lips. When she
felt his warm breath on her sex, she whimpered. His lips barely
brushed her swollen clit before he settled back beside her.

Brie’s whole body shuddered with need.

“I’ve taken each class, worked through each
practicum with only one focus.”

The feather stroked the side of her face,
landing on her lips and tickling them until she laughed. His lips
silenced her giggles. He kissed with such passion, such intensity
that she froze.

The sounds of the other couples copulating
filled the room. Todd pulled away and moved his lips to her ear,
whispering, “I will not take you tonight. I want your body to open
of its own will, not just because I command it.”

He began gently unwinding the ties. Then he
removed the blindfold and brought her arms back over her head. He
unlocked the thin silver cuff and kissed the inside of each wrist
before placing them on her stomach.

She looked up into his crystal eyes, not
knowing who this man was. “Thank you, Faelan.”

“Anytime, blossom.”

After the three Doms had left the room, Sir
began the discussion with the Dominant trainers still in
attendance.

“We would all like to hear your honest
opinions of your Doms’ performances.” He turned to Lea first. “Ms.
Taylor, how would you rate Master Allen’s scene with you?”

Out of the corner of her eye, Brie saw Lea
look up and smile. “Master Allen really seemed to care, Sir. He
continually asked my color, eased up when I indicated that I was
reaching yellow but did not stop. He pushed me like a good Dom
should. I enjoyed the session with him.”

“On a scale of one to ten, what would you
rate him?” Master Coen asked.

She said without hesitation, “I would give
him a six.”

A well-built, bald trainer from the other
table spoke up. “What would you say is his major weakness, Ms.
Taylor?”

She shifted in her spot, making Brie wonder
if it was difficult for her to answer. “I didn’t feel like he was
reading me as we went. He was so dependent on asking my color that
he didn’t notice what should have been obvious.”

The female trainer at the table replied, “I
concur with the submissive. Master Allen was oblivious to her
discomfort until he asked.”

“Thank you for your observations, Ms.
Taylor,” Sir said. “You may kneel.”

Lea immediately settled on the floor in a
graceful motion.

Sir addressed Mary next. “Give us your
assessment of Mr. Hall’s performance, Miss Wilson.”

Mary answered smugly, “He still has a lot to
learn, Sir. The cautious way he used the crop was a complete
turn-off. He might as well have hit me with a wet noodle.”

The silence in the room was deafening.

Sir replied with ice in his voice, “Miss
Wilson, a respectful evaluation is expected of a submissive.
Demeaning your Dom’s performance is neither welcomed nor
appropriate.”

Brie felt a chill run through her bones,
even though she was not the one being corrected.

Mary answered meekly, “Sorry, Sir.”

“Reword your statement,” Marquis Gray
instructed, his face expressionless.

Mary took a deep breath before starting
again. “Lord Hall was not confident with his use of the crop.”

The bald trainer at the other table
interjected, “I believe some of the fault lies with you, Miss
Wilson. I noticed you were emotionally unreadable, which made you
difficult to work with. It surprises me, considering the extensive
training you’ve received at this school.”

Brie shuddered at the trainer’s assessment
of Mary. She had never thought that by evaluating the training
Doms, they might end up inviting negative comments from the
Dominant trainers themselves. However, she realized she had been
foolish to think otherwise. As submissives, they were always under
scrutiny—always.

Ms. Clark challenged Mary by asking, “You
started with his weakness, but I would like to know his
strengths.”

Mary took quite a while to answer. “He
was…good-looking and pounded me decently.”

All eight trainers stared at her without
comment.

Mary was failing miserably with her
evaluation, so Sir mercifully cut it short. “What would you rate
him?”

“A three, maybe four.”

“Since I find your evaluation a waste of our
time,” Sir stated, “kneel down and rethink your answers. We will
speak after class.”

Mary sank to the floor slowly.

“Miss Bennett,” Sir began, his voice tainted
with irritation. Although she knew it wasn’t directed at her, Brie
still felt a quelling of her spirit. “How would you evaluate your
Dom’s performance?”