Before her Auction
Brie did not wake up until eleven the next morning. After such a challenging day at the Submissive Training Center, it seemed her body had needed time to recover. She shivered in delight at the thought that a Dom was going to win her in an auction in the afternoon, then take her to his place to reenact her most cherished fantasy.
Her Indian warrior fantasy was one she had cherished and orgasmed to for years. She wasn’t sure how the Dom would be able to pull it off, but she was anxious to find out!
She rolled out of bed and walked before the mirror to examine her Brazilian wax job. Her pussy looked completely different hairless. She could clearly see the outline of her clit in the reflection of the mirror. It surprised her how sexy it looked. She turned around and bent over. Her small rosebud of an asshole looked all pink and inviting. Her bare pussy lips beckoned to be taken. Yep, it’s a nice look. Despite the pain of yesterday, she decided it had definitely been worth it.
Brie took a nice, long bubble bath. She needed the calming effect hot water gave her. Today, she would have to prove herself to Ms. Clark and Master Coen, both of whom wanted her out of the program. She thought it unfair that they blamed her for the tryst she’d had with Sir after school hours. Really, it had been Sir’s fault, but she wasn’t about to complain. Having him take her anal virginity in the privacy of the bondage room had been pure ecstasy. He had almost been asked to resign because of it, and the revelation of that still shook her to the core.
Sir had been the one who’d invited her to join the Submissive Training Center in the first place. She remembered, with a giggle and a snort, the recording she’d made of herself playing with a miniature phallus and crying out Sir’s name.
She fingered the thin collar around her neck. He’d given the protection collar to her in order to prevent other Doms from claiming her before the end of the course, but it was clear (at least to her) that by giving her the collar, Sir had really meant to keep her for himself. She would still experience the sexual pleasures of other Doms during her training, but the collar meant they weren’t allowed to fraternize with her outside the confines of the school. In the same vein, she would have to watch Sir train and enjoy the pleasure of the other subs. Would she be able to handle that for the next five-and-a-half weeks? She wasn’t sure.
One thing Brie was sure of was that she would graduate from the program as the best damn sub they’d ever had. She was determined to learn everything the school had to offer. She would practice until she became skilled and make the trainers who wanted her out of the program admit their mistake. That would be her crowning glory—the day Ms. Clark and Master Coen asked for her forgiveness for doubting her exceptional abilities. Oh, what Brie wouldn’t give to smack Ms. Clark on the ass for that!
Brie rubbed her skin with special oils that left a fresh, but not overpowering, floral scent. She wanted today’s Dom to savor the smell of her when he buried his head in her neck or between her thighs…
She shivered again. Would these Doms be from the school, or would they be complete strangers from the local area? The not knowing and not having control over who would win her had a dangerous element she found enthralling.
She got to the Training Center before two-thirty. They had been instructed to come a half-hour early to receive last-minute instructions. The four regular trainers were already there. It took everything in Brie not to look up and gaze at Sir’s face. She felt a warm contraction in her nether regions when she thought about her fantasy of the night before. Had he fantasized about her as well?
Ms. Clark spoke first. “You will stand behind the partition until your name is called. You are to walk onto the stage and face the audience, but with your eyes cast downward.” She said the last part harshly. Brie knew the comment was directed at her. “After the winning bid is made, you will wait for your Dom to escort you off the stage. Remain by his or her side until all three of you have been auctioned off. At that point, you will follow your Dom out of the Center.”
Master Coen continued, “Remember that you represent our school now. How you behave outside the school is just as important as inside these walls. We will be asking your winning Doms to critique you.”
Sir’s warm, velvety voice caressed Brie’s ears. “I need your eyes on me.”
She looked up and breathed in deeply, basking in his natural authority. He glanced briefly at her and then looked at the other two girls. “Yesterday you provided us with a fantasy. Your Doms will be acting that out with you today, but I want you to read through it before the bidding starts. It is imperative there is nothing in there you would not want played out. Sometimes what we enjoy in our minds does not make for enjoyment in real life.”
He handed each of them their fantasy journals back. Brie made sure to lightly brush against his hand when she took hers from him. The simple contact set her heart aflutter, but he did not react.
“Read over what you have written. If there is anything that might cause problems, let me know now and we will pass it on to your Dom. This is meant to be a stimulating learning experience, not a challenge.”
Brie opened her journal and read her entry. She smiled and blushed as she perused the story. Nope, there wasn’t a single thing she would change. She was extremely curious about how her Dom was going to pull it off.
She shut her book and stood looking forward, taking in Sir’s charming looks using her peripheral vision—that strong jaw, those kissable lips and his trim, muscular body. So, so fine…
“Is there anything you wish to eliminate from your fantasies?” he asked.
Lea shook her head and giggled, “Nope, it looks good to me, Sir.”
“I agree,” Mary, a.k.a. Blonde Nemesis, answered.
Sir glanced at Brie last. Breathe, she commanded herself. “I am pleased with my fantasy, Sir.”
He nodded in response, and she swore she could see a twinkle in his eye. “Look through it one more time. There might be small details you have overlooked that may cause undue stress. This is important. Don’t take this lightly.”
Brie perused it again: Indian warrior on a horse, the chase, virginal captive, a fearsome rival warrior, the taking of her innocence. Yep, it all sounded yummy. The other two glanced through their journals as well and all three shook their heads. Marquis Gray collected the journals from them and handed the stack over to an assistant. “Now that issue has been addressed, I want to remind you that you will return here tonight for a debriefing after your encounter. It is imperative to go over your experiences while they are still fresh. We will discuss what worked, what didn’t work and how you could have improved the scene for both you and your Dom. Keep those questions in the forefront of your mind as you go through the day. You want to make the most of this experience. It is not just about your personal enjoyment.”
Brie nodded slowly, thankful for the reminder. Everything was a learning experience; she should never forget that.
Sir added, “You have ten minutes before the auction. Feel free to partake of the refreshments while you wait. We will see you out on the stage.”
After the four trainers had left, Lea grabbed Brie and jumped up and down, singing, “I’m so excited, I just can’t hide it!”
Brie laughed, partly in response to Lea’s attempt at singing the ancient eighties song and partly because of her own nervousness. “What’s your fantasy, girl?”
She grinned. “I’ve always had this sexy fantasy of a doctor taking advantage of innocent ol’ me! ‘Here, Ms. Taylor, let me examine your breasts…’ Oh-em-gee! I’m getting wet just thinking about it.”
“I guess I can see how that could get a girl hot.”
“What about you, Brie?”
She looked down at her feet shyly. “Oh, I have this thing for dangerous Indian warriors.”
“Nice! And you, Mary?” Lea asked.
Blonde Nemesis looked at them both and growled, “Like I would tell you.”
“Stick in the mud!” Lea complained.
Mary ignored her and spoke to Brie. “I don’t get why you’re still here. I thought they kicked you out last night.”
“Sorry, Mary. I’m never leaving this place, so you might as well get used to it and stop acting like such a bitch.”
Mary’s eyes narrowed, but she said nothing. Instead, she briskly moved to the other side of the room and ignored them.
Brie looked at all the delicate finger foods, but she couldn’t eat. Her stomach was tied in knots—but in a good way. She grabbed a water bottle and downed as much as she could.
Ms. Clark came back and announced, “Ms. Taylor, you will be first. Miss Bennett will follow and Miss Wilson will end the auction. Do not speak while you wait your turn.”
Brie obediently followed behind Lea, anxious and excited for the auction to begin.