Page 14 of Brie's Submission
“Be aware of yourself at all times. Remember, there are four of us watching you carefully.” He stood up from the table and walked over to the students. Brie remembered to follow him with the turn of her head while still looking down.
“You will be practicing movement today. The mirrors are here to aid you in finding the most graceful ways to kneel, present, and rest. For now, I want you to lay your shoes by the door and line up in front of the panel.”
They quickly did his bidding, lining themselves up in a row before the trainers. She noticed Sir standing next to Blonde Nemesis. “Show me, Miss Wilson, how you would kneel.”
The other girls watched from under hooded eyes as Blondie knelt down. Her hands were open and loose at her sides, but her legs were spread apart seductively, showing off her crotch. Was she trying to flirt with him?
“I am not your Dom and we are in a public setting. This is not appropriate.”
Sir moved over to Brie. “Kneel.”
She knelt down slowly with her hands at her sides, open and relaxed. She kept her legs closed and her back straight. Even though the position was not exactly comfortable, she remembered to keep her mouth relaxed.
“Put your arms behind your back,” he commanded.
She did so, but did not stick out her chest overly much, trying to keep a modest pose.
“Class, look at Miss Bennett. This is an appropriate stance. Kneel similarly.”
The three other women knelt before the trainers with their hands behind their backs. Brie glanced in the mirror, liking the way she looked.
“Clasp your hands behind your necks,” he ordered. They all followed his instruction. “Ms. Taylor, you are slouching again.” Once the girl had readjusted, he told them, “Now, hands at your sides.”
He walked past each of the women and stopped at Miss Sanders. “Your hands look awkward. Look in the mirror to see what I mean.”
Sanders repositioned her hands after checking herself. “Much better,” he complimented.
Brie craved his attention and wanted him to return to her.
“I want you to turn towards a mirror and try out the various kneeling positions until you find one that feels most comfortable and sensual to you.”
Brie was disappointed when Sir went back to his seat, but she turned towards the mirror and practiced kneeling. She eventually decided sitting on her calves with her hands behind her back was the most pleasant position for her.
Ms. Clark, the Dominatrix, spoke up. “Decide on a stance and take it now.”
The girls faced the trainers again, with eyes still averted, and got into proper kneeling positions.
“Fine. Keep those positions until we return in a half-hour.” One of the girls gasped and Ms. Clark snapped back, “Not another sound from any of you. Do not move until we return.”
The four trainers walked out of the room.
Brie hated seeing Sir leave; it was as if he had taken a part of her with him. Kneeling on the hard floor with the other girls was not what she had expected. However, she was determined to impress the trainers by obeying their command perfectly.
She closed her eyes and daydreamed about Sir touching her. His warm hands caressed her breasts and pulled at her hard nipples. Then they made a leisurely trip down between her legs. Sir unapologetically explored her depths with his fingers. Brie opened her legs wider for him, denying him nothing even when his fingers sought out her tight little asshole. She held her breath as he pushed two fingers inside. It hurt, but she didn’t protest because she wanted more of him. He groaned in satisfaction as he replaced his fingers with the head of his cock, bracing himself to thrust. “Are you ready to please me?”
“Kneeling hurts,” Taylor said, interrupting her delicious daydream.
“Shh…” Sanders cautioned.
“No, really. I thought we were going to have fun. I was looking forward to more wild sex. I didn’t sign up for floor sitting.”
Brie suddenly wondered if there were cameras hidden in the room. Could the trainers see and hear them? Regardless, she was going to pretend Sir was watching her right now. He would expect her to obey to the letter. She closed her eyes again and tried to ignore Taylor when she started cracking jokes.
“Hey, Bennett, you know you are a submissive when you wish your MasterCard would give you orders.”
Blonde Nemesis laughed aloud and Brie was sorely tempted to join her, but she swallowed several times and kept silent. She chose to think instead of being whipped by Sir for her disobedience. The more she thought about it, however, the more she wondered if she’d like it. The way Sanders had enjoyed her whipping the day before made Brie think it might not be unpleasant.
By the time the trainers returned, the room was quiet again. “You may stand,” Ms. Clark announced.
