Page 29 of Brie's Submission
“Oh, Brie, tell me what happened last night,” Lea begged.
She wasn’t about to share her intimate moment with Nemesis around. “Sir was concerned that one of the Doms was getting too attached, so he gave me a protection collar.”
Mary breathed an audible sigh of relief. “Okay, if it’s just a protection collar it means nothing.”
“Which Dom is it?” Lea wanted to know.
“Tono,” Mary answered.
Brie growled angrily, “What’s wrong with you, Wilson? Lea askedmethe question, not you.”
“But I am right, aren’t I?”
Brie said nothing, angry that her nemesis knew so much. When they arrived at the commons, Brie could smell a variety of spicy foods. “What is it?” she asked.
“All kinds of tasty Spanish tapas!” Lea squealed. “I’ll make us both a plate,” she said, and left Mary to lead Brie to a table.
“Don’t get used to this, Bennett. I can’t stand you,” Mary hissed. She left, presumably to get her own plate. Brie didn’t mind if she was jealous—she didn’t mind one bit.
It surprised Brie how much better the food tasted with her blindfold on. She noticed every little nuance of flavor: garlic, spicy cayenne, sweet paprika, the honey-bitterness of saffron. The same went for the wine, with its layers of smoky cherry and vanilla, as well as a hint of oak. She let the other two chat away as she enjoyed the aromatic food and partook liberally of the multilayered wine.
Master Coen did not come to get them for a full hour. By then, the mutual excitement of the three was deliciously tangible. They walked arm in arm to the auditorium, trusting that the practicum was going to be out of this world.
Challenged
Once Brie had sat down in the auditorium, Ms. Clark ordered her to take off her blindfold. She did so quickly, blinking several times to adjust to the light. “I expect you to observe everything, Miss Bennett. Donotlook away.”
Brie thought it was an odd thing to command, considering all of the girls were expected to watch, but she nodded and looked towards the stage dutifully.
Master Coen spoke to the group. “Tonight is a special night for each of you. This is a night of self-discovery, where we promise to stretch your limits and open you to desires you’ve avoided up to this point.”
Brie was dumbfounded when she saw Ms. Clark move onto the stage. Master Coen announced, “Ms. Taylor, join your trainer.”
Lea looked at Brie, her eyes wide with curiosity. She bounced up the stairs and joined their Dominatrix trainer with the severe bun and tight-fitting business suit. “For this exercise, you will address me as Mistress,” Ms. Clark ordered.
“Yes, Mistress,” Lea said, her gaze glued to the ground. Obviously, she didn’t want to suffer the same punishment as Brie.
“Am I correct in assuming you have not been with another woman?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Then your name for the scene shall be Cherry. Take off your top and underwear, but do it thoughtfully. Please your Mistress as you reveal your large bosom and your cunny to her.”
Lea slowly undid the ties of the corset and playfully uncovered one of her unnaturally large breasts. She covered it back up and exposed the other before letting the corset fall to the stage floor. She turned away from Mistress Clark and flipped her skirt up. Then she bent over and slowly shimmied off the thong, stepping out of it and spreading her legs.
“That was nice. Now stand up and face me, with your arms crossed above your head.” Lea readily obeyed her command. Mistress reached over and cupped Lea’s right breast in her hand. “A full D-cup—not too big, but more than a handful.” She flicked Lea’s nipple with her thumb, making it taut and erect. Then she moved her fingers to the other, tugging and kneading her breast. “Retrieve the nipple clamps from the table.”
Lea glanced down at the small table and looked confused. She hesitantly picked up a small chain, then handed it to her Domme while keeping her eyes averted. “Yes, Cherry, those are nipple clamps. I take it you haven’t tried them before.”
“No, Mistress.”
“Then we are both in for a treat.” She opened a clamp and attached it to Lea’s nipple, adjusting it until her sub grunted in discomfort. “Does it hurt, Cherry?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Mistress Clark adjusted it a little tighter before she moved to the other nipple. Brie cringed in empathy for her pain. The nipple clamps looked pretty with the decorative chain connecting them, but the idea of having one’s nipples squished like that seemed extremely painful—as bad as waxing.
“Concentrate on the pain, don’t avoid it,” Lea’s Domme insisted. Lea nodded and said nothing. When her face relaxed, Mistress Clark pulled on the chain. Lea moaned softly. “That’s it. You feel the pleasure, don’t you?” With her hand still pulling on the chain, Mistress Clark leaned over and kissed Lea, running her tongue over her lips before darting in.
