Page 115 of Brie's Submission
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.
She was surprised when the phone immediately rumbled in her hand.Come back to the Center so you may be rewarded.
Brie hugged the phone to her chest before slipping it into her coat pocket. She could hear the girls chatting away by the sinks. Obviously, they wanted to see who had made such a fool of herself in a bathroom stall.
She realized she could choose to be embarrassed or not. Brie had just completed her first task for Master Coen and he had been pleased. That was enough for her. She smoothed out her hair and pinched her cheeks to give them a little more color.
Brie opened the door and looked at the girls with a half-smile. She said nothing as she set her bags down and washed her hands. She was slow and deliberate, consciously graceful with every move. She looked at the group of four women and smiled before she picked up her bags. She heard no laughter when she left, only silence. Brie beamed inside.And that is how it’s done.
In the car, she checked her messages and saw that he had left another text for her.Join me in the auditorium.
Brie hurried back to the school and found Master Coen on the stage, waiting for her. She noticed that only Ms. Clark and Sir were in attendance. She figured that Lea and Mary must still be out completing the practicums with their trainers.
She marched onto the stage, but turned when Sir called her name. “Miss Bennett, how would you rate your experience?”
Her eyes widened in excitement when she answered. “An eight! I loved the challenge and the overall thrill of it.”
Master Coen replied, “Your use of additional props heightened my enjoyment of the scene.”
She turned to him and bowed. “Thank you, Master Coen. It was my pleasure.”
“But a pillow?” Ms. Clark complained. “You looked like the Queen of Sheba reclining in luxury when discomfort was supposed to be part of the experience.”
Brie was quick to answer, keeping her eyes glued to the stage floor. “Master Coen did not command my discomfort. I assumed it was allowed.”
Ms. Clark said in a sarcastic voice, “You know what they say about assuming, Miss Bennett.”
Sir spoke in Brie’s defense. “The student is correct. There was no command that stipulated otherwise. She showed creativity and quick thinking. It was a pleasant scene to watch.”
Brie had had no idea that the other trainers would be observing her performance as well, but it made sense.
“What happened with the young ladies who entered the restroom near the end?” her beefy Dom asked.
“Nothing, Master Coen. They said nothing when I left.”
“Yeah, I bet they laughed your ass right out of there,” Ms. Clark replied with a snort.
“Actually no, Mistress.” Brie threw in the title to stroke her ego. “They were quite respectful.”
Brie glanced up and saw the slightest smile play across Sir’s lips. It thrilled her heart to amuse him. “While Ms. Clark and I observe the last two students, you may enjoy your reward with Master Coen.” With that, Sir pulled out a portable screen and he and Ms. Clark proceeded to watch it together.
A stool was brought onto the stage and Master Coen commanded that she strip completely and then lean against it. He fished the hairbrush from the bag and smiled at her. “I promised to use it on you for a job well done. Bend over so I may administer your reward.”
Brie leaned her torso fully against the stool, exposing her defenseless ass to him. A hairbrush sounded more cruel than fun. She closed her eyes, waiting for the first hit. Instead, he slid the handle between her legs and caressed her with it.
“Oh, yes, I liked the way you placed the condom on the instrument and then nodded at me. How you counted slowly so I could enjoy the way you played with yourself. But the technique you used to fuck yourself with the hairbrush…now,thatwas a real education.” He paused and rolled a condom over it before he slipped it into her. “So you like it shallow and fast, do you?”
“Yes, Master.”
She looked behind her and watched his muscular arm as he thrust the pseudo-phallus at a pace she had been unable to reach. She groaned in pleasure and opened her legs wider for him. Master Coen kept up the rhythm and depth for several minutes. All those muscles definitely made him the man for the job. Then he suddenly threw the brush across the stage and commanded Brie to sit on the stool with her legs spread open.
He unzipped his pants and pulled out his sizeable shaft. “I’m going to fuck you in the same fashion, Miss Bennett.” He guided his cock between her swollen lips and pushed it farther into her—but just the tip.
