Page 52 of Brie's Submission
“Thank you,” Mr. Gallant said curtly.
Once more, the hunk was being forced to leave with an aching cock. It seemed so unfair. “Well done,” Brie called out. The hunk glanced back and gave her a wink.
She could hear Nemesis purring softly when she sat back down. Brie had to admit it—she was jealous.
The first practicum that night involved Dommes. Interacting with women sexually actually scared Brie. This would be the first time she’d ever eaten pussy and she was terrified of failing. On top of that, being submissive to a female just felt wrong to Brie. She approached her Domme with her gaze glued to the floor and her heart beating rapidly.
Sir began, “I want each of you to take a long lick of your Domme’s sex. Get to know and appreciate her taste.”
Brie knelt down, took a deep breath and dragged her tongue over the length of the woman’s soft, hairless folds. They tasted salty with a tang of musk.Not unpleasant… I can do this.
Sir instructed the girls to explore every part of the pussy, first with their fingers and then with their tongues, part by feminine part. From the swollen outer lips to the slick inner lips, the velvety walls inside the vagina and that little sweet spot of nerve endings—the clit.
Eating her Domme was like sampling a part of herself. Brie was nervous and hesitant as she explored the woman’s pussy, frightened that she would press or suck too hard and end up hurting her.
Her Domme commanded, “Rub my clit harder, girl. Bring me to climax.”
Brie stopped sucking and used two fingers to flick her clit. The woman put her hand over Brie’s and guided her to press harder and flick more vigorously. She watched in fascination as the blood rushed into her Domme’s loins, making her outer lips swell in excitement. Brie could feel the heat radiating off her.
The Domme growled softly as her pussy orgasmed under Brie’s fingers. She could feel each contraction and her own inner muscles constricted in response to her Domme’s pleasure.
“Look at me.”
Brie timidly looked up into the green eyes of her Domme. The woman’s face was framed by flaming red hair. Brie’s eyes widened. She knew this woman. She was the same redhead who had been with Sir in the tobacco shop. Brie was in shock. She’d always assumed the stunning redhead was a submissive, like herself.
“Not bad for a first try, but you need to work on the light touches. It gets irritating after a while.”
“Yes, Mistress.” Brie bowed her head, relieved it was over. At least she’d succeeded in bringing her Domme to climax.
Ms. Clark Learns a Lesson
Brie was thrilled with herself. Even though she was a newbie, she’d made a female come.That totally counts as success!
Not according to Ms. Clark. “Miss Bennett, you looked as if you don’t own a cunny of your own. I would have sworn by the way you were eating her that you were a prepubescent boy.”
Brie blanched. Mary snickered behind her, but Master Coen heard this time. “Miss Wilson, such an outburst is not permitted. On your knees, now!”
He got up and walked over to her. He grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. “Next time I will slap you in the stockade for an hour. Do you understand?”
She nodded with difficulty, her chin still in his tight grasp. He let go of her and walked back to his seat. Brie felt a burst of gratitude towards Master Coen.
Marquis Gray spoke up. “Ms. Clark, I can’t help but notice that you were not as critical of Ms. Taylor’s first experience with cunnilingus.”
“Ms. Taylor did not have the benefit of Mr. Gallant’s instruction. Miss Bennett has no excuse.”
Sir addressed her coolly. “As you know, they only went over basics today. Perhaps you feel you could do a better job of training her?” he challenged.
Brie’s stomach churned at the thought of touching Ms. Clark. She shuddered unconsciously and prayed the conversation would end. It was totally okay with Brie if Ms. Clark thought she was a failure.
“In fact, I would like to see it. On the stage…right now,” Sir stated.
Ms. Clark looked as horrified as Brie felt, but Sir was the headmaster. How could the trainer say no? “Fine.”
The panel and the group of girls got up and made their way to the auditorium. Brie was literally shaking as she walked to her doom. Lea put her arm around her in support and gave a little squeeze, as if to say, ‘You can do this.’
While everyone else found their seats, both Ms. Clark and Brie made their way up on the stage. Brie started a quick conversation with herself.Okay, this is my Mistress. I love my Mistress. I would do anything to please her. I love everything about her—her smell, her taste, the sound of her voice, the demands she makes on me… Basically, I love her like I love Sir. Yes, that’s it! She is Sir to me right now.
Ms. Clark asked for a chair, and an assistant immediately produced one. She sat down and asked Brie to stand before her. Brie kept her eyes on the floor and moved within two feet of the woman. Ms. Clark said nothing.
