Homework
Brie could appreciate how finding one’s limits in six weeks might be beneficial, not only for the submissives but for the Dominants interested in them. She sent a reply and gave Rachael her mailing address. She figured it couldn’t hurt to get additional information. She expected to get the packet in the mail within a week, but was pleased when it arrived the following day.
She poured the contents of the envelope onto her kitchen table. Rachael hadn’t been kidding about there being a ton of paperwork to fill out. There was also a thin box included. Brie opened it up and slid out the contents. It turned out to be a red, eight-inch stick about the circumference of her index finger, with what looked like an upside-down heart attached to the end. It resembled a thin little penis, and it made her laugh.
Brie glanced through the pamphlets, which pretty much included the same information she’d found on the website. Then she found instructions for her ‘homework’. It was downright shocking. The instructions stated that, as an applicant, Brie was required to send a video of herself using the little red phallus. She was expected to suck on it as if it were a cock, use it to excite her pussy, and then stimulate her anus with it. That last step sent a cold chill through Brie. As far as she was concerned, her ass was off limits. Having anything shoved up there was totally unnatural and potentially painful.
She gathered all the materials and threw them in the trash. Brie was unhappy that this ‘school’ now had her email and mailing address. How stupid could she be? If she had any problems whatsoever, she would call the Better Business Bureau and the cops.
For the rest of the week, she was on pins and needles, waiting to be contacted by the Training Center or visited by the man who had left the business card. Nothing happened. When the weekend rolled around, Brie called the BBB anyway and was relieved to learn there had been no complaints filed against the school.
She took the packet out of the trash and looked it over again. The questions intrigued her and she soon found herself filling it out—not to send in, but to get to know herself better.
One of the first questions was, ‘What types of men do you like, and what qualities are most attractive?’ Along the same vein, ‘What types of men would you prefer not to have sex with, and what qualities turn you off?’ The packet also asked about sexual experiences, such as, ‘How old were you when you lost your virginity?’, ‘How many partners have you been with?’ and ‘Describe the best sexual encounter you have ever had.’ There was even a section listing different sexual acts. For that section, there were five options to check: ‘Like’, ‘Interested’, ‘Neutral’, ‘Don’t Like’ and ‘Don’t Know’.
There were several practices Brie checked with a ‘Like’, including light bondage and dildo stimulation. Some she was ‘Interested’ in and a few she ‘Didn’t Like’, such as anal sex and caning—seriously, being whacked with a cane did not sound pleasant.
Looking over her answers made Brie even more curious about the things she was interested in trying. The idea of being tied down and teased by her partner was a total turn-on. Whenever she thought of the man in the tobacco shop taking her that way, she instantly got wet.
Brie shoved the completed form back in the envelope, along with the humorous phallus, and put them in her closet. She wasn’t going to send the packet in, but she liked the ideas it inspired. If she’d actually had a boyfriend she would have asked him to try some of them with her, but Brie was alone. Despite the fact that she had a pleasant face, a tight little body and an adventurous personality, she was dateless every weekend. Truly, the world was a fucked-up place.
She had the late shift on Saturday. Although it was fairly busy during the afternoon, at around six o’clock, the place became an utter tomb. She watched the clock as time dragged by, minute by painful minute. This is it—this is the extent of my sad little existence. The only appealing aspect of her life was making her film shorts, which nobody watched.
Brie bent over the counter with her chin resting in her hands. I want more. The voice in her head was demanding and clear. Life was too precious to wish it away, hoping things would change.
Late that night, she fished the packet out of the closet and took the small phallus in her hand. She looked it over. It seemed harmless enough. She decided to record herself, knowing she could erase it if she didn’t feel comfortable. Brie initially chose only to do the first two parts of the instructions. She set up her video camera in her bedroom, adjusting it to get the proper angle. She made sure the lighting was perfect and then got partially dressed for the show.
Brie felt a bit of clothing would preserve her dignity and look sexier to boot. She wore a green camisole and a short, black skirt with no panties, so she had the ability to access the needed area without exposing herself. She also chose an angle that would not display her pussy to the camera. Whoever watched it would be able to see her actions without seeing all of her. Brie was a professional—she wasn’t about to make a porno.
She pressed the record button and lay down on the bed. She looked at the camera shyly and then turned away. She wasn’t going to play for the camera. No, she wanted to pretend that it wasn’t there, that this was just her, alone, playing by herself.
Brie couldn’t help smiling when she brought the red stick to her lips. It was just so thin and long. Talk about a pencil dick. She laughed and then began licking the heart-shaped head of the phallus. Brie closed her eyes so she could imagine that it was a cock she was teasing with her mouth. She twirled her tongue around the head and nibbled up the sides of the shaft. She sucked on just the tip and then slowly, ever so slowly took the length of it, centimeter by centimeter, into her mouth. The eight-inch toy was too long for her so she didn’t even attempt to take it all the way. Once it was comfortably in her mouth, she began thrusting it in and out as if it belonged to a real man. She made little mewing sounds, getting into the fantasy. Brie snuck a hand down between her legs and was surprised that she was actually wet.
She got on her hands and knees and held the phallus upright. She could just imagine the man at the tobacco shop lying on her bed with a raging hard-on, wanting her to suck him. She purred as her lips came down on the tiny cock, taking as much as she could without gagging. Brie moved up and down on it vigorously, stopping every now and then to tease the head with her teeth. She was getting horny and wanted desperately for the man to stuff his cock inside her.
Since that wasn’t going to happen, Brie lay on her back and snaked the red toy down to her wet little mound. She lifted her hips up and teased the outside of her pussy with it.
She closed her eyes again and pretended her partner was teasing her with his massive dick. He brushed it against her clit, rubbing it several times to make her ready for deep penetration. Then he rubbed the head of his cock around her opening, tempting her by barely entering and then backing away. She drove herself wild with her teasing. Finally, she allowed herself to push the phallus inside. At first, it was a major disappointment. She was so wet and loose that she couldn’t get any stimulation from it. She needed more girth to be satisfied.
Brie changed tactics and began exploring herself with the phallus. How far could it go in without being uncomfortable? It turned out that, in her excited state, all the way and then some… She rubbed different areas of her vagina with the head, using various angles to find what felt good. There was one spot in particular on the roof of her vagina that treasured the attention. She began thrusting the phallus inside, keeping that angle.
She continued to pretend that the man from the shop was fucking her hard with his large shaft. He was relentless, taking her for his own pleasure, but giving her pleasure in return. When she caught herself moaning, she instantly shut up. How silly—moaning over a stick.
Brie pulled the tiny phallus out and examined it. It was covered in her womanly juices and looked exceedingly thin. She cocked her head, considering whether it was small enough not to hurt going inside her virginal ass. For a brief second, her insides contracted in pleasure at the thought. Maybe it won’t be so bad.
However, Brie wouldn’t do it without lubricant. She jumped off the bed and turned off the camera, throwing sweats over her clothes. Fifteen minutes later, after a quick run to the store, she was back and recording, with a tube of gel in hand.
She lay back on the bed and then giggled when she noticed she’d left her socks on. Brie quickly peeled them off and threw them across the room, making a basket in the hamper. “Score!” she yelled. She looked back at the camera and grinned.
The tube of gel was a bit intimidating. She’d never used lube before, and associated it with nasty anal sex. Now Brie was about to introduce herself to nasty anal sex, and it scared her a little. At least she was in control and could stop if it hurt.
She coated the thin red shaft with an overabundance of gel. For good measure, she rubbed the excess over her tight little hole. Knowing she was being recorded, Brie tried to rub her asshole sensually. Before long, she was actually enjoying the sensation, and she pushed just the tip of her middle finger inside. She was surprised at how tight and warm it was, but her anus resisted her invasion.
By then, Brie was turned on enough to want more. The idea of introducing a foreign object into this forbidden part of her body made her juices flow. She took a deep breath and positioned the plastic phallus.
The head, which had been laughably small, now seemed much too large. It was almost the width of one and a half fingers. She pushed it against her tight sphincter and felt her body clam up accordingly. “Relax,” she said out loud. She took several deep, calming breaths. Closing her eyes to concentrate, she imagined her tobacco man’s cock pushing against her ass. He wanted access to her. He longed to take her in this most intimate way, and she wanted him to have her.
She got onto her hands and knees to better play out the scenario. Brie reached around and positioned the phallus again. In her mind, she rocked against his shaft, wanting him inside her, needing to hear his grunts and groans of pleasure. With a little more effort, the tip of the phallus slipped in. She gasped and stopped. It felt strange, and not necessarily sexy. She closed her eyes again, and her imaginary lover told her how tight she was. He was about to come just being inside her, but she wasn’t ready. She pushed the shaft in deeper. She could feel every part of it. For the first time, she was grateful for the size of the tiny phallus. Anything bigger would have scared her away from trying.
How far can I take it? With no need to rush, Brie slowly inserted most of the thin shaft inside her. She arched her back and could feel the phallus press against new places. How would it feel to really be taken in the ass? She took hold of the end and started pulling it out. Her body tightened around the head as if it was reluctant for the toy to leave. That was certainly a new sensation for her. She pushed it back in and felt the same resistance. Either way, her body tightened.
Brie took it slowly, sliding the shaft in and out of herself. Still imagining her mystery man was taking her, she began moaning softly. He wanted to come inside her ass, covering the inside of her with his essence. “Yes…” she whispered. Faster now, she thrust it even deeper. The more she thrust, the more relaxed her body became. She laid her head down for support so that she could continue thrusting while she played with her clit. “Take me, Sir. Take me deeper,” she murmured.
Brie rubbed her clit vigorously as she imagined him thrusting without mercy into her ass. The heat between her legs grew into an inferno. He was ready to come. He grabbed her buttocks and pushed in so deep that it made her scream. “Yes, Sir, oh, yes!” she panted. Her pussy began contracting in rhythmic waves as her orgasm consumed her. She stopped her hand movements as she enjoyed the ride. When it finally ended, she slowly pulled the phallus out.
Brie jumped off the bed and walked up to the camera. “I guess I’m finished with my homework.” She chuckled softly as she turned it off.
She’d never had that much fun by herself before. What would it be like to actually have a partner? She shivered pleasantly at the thought.
Brie sat down and watched the entire thing, wondering if it needed editing. Just watching herself made her hot again. She decided not to make any cuts and burned it onto a DVD. She grabbed the paperwork and the financial form and slipped them in an envelope. She mailed it the next day by certified mail. Now she just needed to wait and see if she qualified for a scholarship.