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. Do not look 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.
Lea kissed her back, whimpering softly. She spread her legs open when Mistress Clark moved her fingers between Lea’s thighs to caress her glistening pussy. Brie was shocked that their trainer could be so hot and provocative. It forced her to look at the woman in a completely different light.
Mistress Clark pulled back and put one of her legs onto the small table, hiking up her pencil skirt. “Cherry, I want you to eat my pussy the way you would like to be eaten.”
Lea got down on her knees and moved the red panties aside so she could lick Mistress Clark’s sex. Brie’s eyes opened wide—it seemed so wrong and yet so erotic. Lea licked the length of it and then settled her tongue on the clit. The only sound in the entire auditorium was gentle suckling noises.
“Faster, Cherry.”
Lea moved her head back and forth in a rapid motion, causing the Mistress to moan. Brie felt her juices start to flow at the sound of her trainer’s pleasure. Never in a million years had she thought watching Ms. Clark would make her horny.
“Stop. That was good, Cherry, but I want you to stand up now.”
Lea did as she was told, standing respectfully before her Mistress. The Domme picked up a fleshy-looking dildo and knelt down to partake of Lea. As she kissed Lea’s drenched pussy lips, she pulled on the chain with one hand and thrust the phallus into Lea with the other. Brie could see that her friend was trembling from all the attention, and wondered how long Lea could last. The auditorium was filled with her panting moans.
“Let me please you, Mistress!” Lea begged.
“Yes, Cherry.” Mistress Clark stood back up and kissed Lea on the lips.
Lea snuck her hand to Mistress’ mound. The Dominatrix dropped the dildo and the two started flicking each other’s clits like there was no tomorrow. The whole group waited in anticipation as the two women brought each other to climax. Lea was loud when she came, but only a few gasping sounds came out of the Domme’s lips.
Brie’s panties were sopping wet at the end of their encounter. It had been so simple, but Ms. Clark had known exactly how to play Lea. It had been like watching art—the art of seduction.
Master Coen asked, “How would you rate the scene, Ms. Taylor?”
She looked down and smiled, but then stopped herself. Lea was learning. She looked him directly in the eye before she smiled again. “I enjoyed it.”
“Even though it was with a woman?”
“Yes, and it surprises me. I never would have guessed.”
“Tonight’s practicum was an important breakthrough for you,” Sir commented.
She nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Sir.”
Once the stage was cleared, a new scene was set up. Assistants brought a bed onto the stage, along with a table and a single tube of lubricant. Brie started hyperventilating, thinking her time was at hand.
Her heart about stopped when both Master Coen and Sir walked up to the stage. Brie closed her eyes and waited for her name to be called.
“Miss Wilson, please join your trainers on the stage,” Marquis Gray announced.
She stopped breathing altogether and her eyes immediately fell to the floor, but Ms. Clark was watching her. “Eyes on the stage, Miss Bennett!”
Brie obeyed. She did not miss the extra wiggle to Mary’s ass as she walked up to the stage and stood next to Brie’s Sir.
Master Coen commanded, “Slave, undress your Masters.”
Mary deftly removed their clothes, starting with Coen first. The large muscular man was impressive without clothing. He had the look of a tanned bodybuilder, completely free of hair and with every muscle nicely defined. His shaft was already rigid. Like the rest of him, it was stout and veiny.
Mary was purposely slow and sensual when she undressed Sir. Her hands danced over his skin as she took off each piece of clothing. Brie had seen him au naturel before, but she was still surprised by how strikingly handsome he was. Unlike Master Coen, he had a covering of brown hair on his chest, arms and legs. His muscles weren’t bulging like Master Coen’s, but they were well defined and fine. Brie glanced between his legs, admiring his handsome cock surrounded by dark hair. She felt incredibly possessive of that shaft and didn’t want Mary anywhere near it!
Sir murmured something, and Mary obediently got down on her knees. Brie wanted to close her eyes, but she resisted the urge and watched her nemesis go down on him, her stomach in knots. She hated Ms. Clark for making her watch.
While Mary continued to suck Sir’s dick, Master Coen knelt behind her and began stimulating her clit with his hand. “Spread for me,” he ordered. She obediently opened her legs wider and he pushed his fingers inside, pumping her deeply.
Brie’s heart rate increased in both anger and desire. Why couldn’t she have been the one up there? She felt a touch on her shoulder and knew it was Lea. Her friend understood, and knowing that helped Brie to check her building rage.
Both men disengaged from Mary at the same time. Master Coen moved over to the bed and lay on his back. “Sit on my dick, slave. We’re about to give you a ride.”
Mary let out an excited squeal and climbed onto the bed. She straddled him, letting his veiny shaft impale her swollen pussy. Meanwhile, Sir took the lubricant and liberally coated his cock with it. Brie wanted to scream when he approached Mary. She gritted her teeth, willing herself not to look away.
Sir joined the two on the bed and spread more lubricant over the girl’s tight hole. Mary moaned in anticipation. His velvety smooth voice explained, “I know this is your first time with double penetration, so we will take it slow initially.”
“I want it, Sir,” she groaned. “I want to please you.”
“Of course you want to please us.” He slapped her ass several times, the sound of it echoing through the auditorium. “Now relax and take it…” Sir said as he pushed the head of his shaft into her. Mary grunted as she received his gift.
Brie felt the weight of someone staring at her and glanced at the other trainers. Both trainers were looking at her, not at the stage. She quickly turned her eyes back to the scene, suddenly understanding that this was a test.
She watched as the men played with Mary’s body, helping her to relax enough to take in the fullness of both of their cocks. It took several minutes before Sir’s entirety was securely in her ass. Mary kept moaning, “Oh, God… Oh, God, that feels good.”
Brie let out an irritated sigh. Even though she had only just lost her anal virginity the day before, she wanted to take Mary’s place. She wanted to be the one pleasing Sir.
Mary let out a loud moan when Sir began moving inside her. Soon both men were alternately stroking her with their shafts. Their muscles strained as they controlled the depths and speeds of their thrusts.
It was incredibly erotic to watch a girl taking two men at the same time, but Brie was pissed. She didn’t care for the scene, and wanted to close her eyes and ears to it. She tried to put herself in a ‘happy’ place, but that became impossible when Mary started screaming in pleasure. The men had increased their speed and Nemesis’ body was responding favorably to it.
Sir slapped her ass hard. Mary’s whole bodied stiffened before she cried, “Oh, God, yes…” and her buttocks began their rhythmic tensing. She moaned until the last wave of her orgasm had receded.
Both men reacted by pumping into her faster. Master Coen came first, with deep, low grunts like a wild boar’s. Sir was silent, but Brie saw him stiffen just before his pelvis thrust rapidly against her ass.
Brie slumped lower in her chair, feeling defeated. Watching Sir come inside another woman was too much.
The three lay there in silence, gathering themselves, before Sir finally lifted himself off Nemesis, and offered his hand to her as she disengaged from Master Coen. An assistant quickly set a tray of towels on the table and retreated. Master Coen handed one to Mary so that she could clean herself.
Once she was dressed and the trainers had taken their seats, Ms. Clark spoke. “Miss Wilson, how would you rate this scene?”
“I give it a ten.”
“May I ask why?”
Brie knew the real answer, but Mary replied, “Pleasing both men at the same time was amazing.” She giggled and added, “I’d do it again right now.” She kept her eyes to the floor, but Brie knew that her last answer was directed towards Sir.
Gloom descended over Brie when she realized who was left. Marquis Gray, the ghostlike man whose dark eyes could penetrate her soul. He was going to be her partner. The same man who had punished Lea by leaving red welts on her ass.
There was no way she was going to share a scene with that man. She stood up and started towards the door, walking away from it all—from Sir, from Lea, and from her submissive training.
Don’t cry, she told herself.