Oral Practicums
The girls spent the night on their knees, servicing the cocks of unknown Doms. Sir commanded the area to stimulate and whether it was to be with the tongue, lips, teeth, or manual caresses. Her new Dom for the second practicum was of Italian descent. His long, dark hair was tied back in a sexy ponytail. Even better, he had waxed his pubic hair so that she could thoroughly taste and tease all his manly parts. Servicing him was a pleasurable education. She watched him shiver and groan while she experimented with his cock. His body language, guttural noises and hand movements told her exactly what pleased him most.
Ms. Clark—who had been unusually subdued that night—announced at the end of the session, “Unless your Dom says otherwise, assume you will be swallowing his ejaculation. This is an honor.”
As if on cue, Brie’s Dom began thrusting his cock faster in preparation of his climax. His semen shot into her mouth. She instinctively understood the importance of swallowing his male essence and gulped with enthusiasm, wanting to receive that part of him.
Brie heard one of the other girls gagging, and felt sorry for her—and the Dom. To have his seed rejected was unacceptable. However, she also sympathized with the girl who wanted to take it, but whose body was struggling to accept the taste and consistency. Brie was lucky that the idea of his gift had more than compensated for the bitter taste of her Dom’s viscous come. She’d enjoyed connecting with him in such an intimate manner.
Her Italian Dom stroked her hair in appreciation afterwards. She looked up at him and purred, “Thank you.”
After the Dom had left the room, Master Coen pulled her aside to talk to her privately. “Miss Bennett, I am sure you are pleased with the rating Rytsar Durov gave you, but I caution you not to let it go to your head. You made several grievous errors as a submissive. What is acceptable as a beginner will be frowned upon later on.”
She kept her eyes lowered. “I understand, Master Coen. Trust me, I am upset by my mistakes. I will do my best to overcome them.”
“See that you do.” He paused for a moment. “I feel it is necessary to tell you that I am still opposed to you remaining in the program, but not because I doubt your abilities.”
She looked up at him in surprise. “I don’t understand.”
“You are causing dissension within the panel. This is not acceptable. The strength of the program depends heavily on the cohesiveness of the trainers. For whatever reason, you are disrupting that.”
She looked back down at her lap. “I’m sorry.”
“I do not blame you, Miss Bennett. I would simply prefer to be rid of you. However, I do not have the final say. My job is to instruct the students, so I will continue to do so regardless of my preference.”
“Thank you, Master Coen.”
“No need to thank me,” he said irritably, dismissing her for the evening.
As she drove back to her apartment, she wondered if that had been the Dominant’s way of apologizing. It made her smile. Apologies did not appear to come naturally to Master Coen.
Brie immediately cleaned the lifelike phallus when she arrived home and attempted to stick it deep into her mouth. She instantly gagged and had to pull it out. There was no way it was going down.
Brie got on the computer and googled how to deep-throat a guy. There were many suggestions, but the one that resonated with her was pretending to yawn to open up her throat. She tried it and sure enough, the phallus went in—but then her throat constricted around it and she freaked. She pulled it out and started coughing, tears running down her face. Not a comfortable feeling at all!
She continued her internet search for further tips and came across information on how to eat pussy. Curiosity got the best of her, and she read a researched way to guarantee an orgasm through cunnilingus. Who knew there were researchers out there studying that kind of thing? She suspected those nerdy men had probably become quite popular with the ladies after the publication of their unusual research.
Unfortunately, Brie went to bed late, no closer to taking the phallus down her throat. As she undressed, she looked over at her six-inch heels. Those damn things had eventually succumbed to her will. There was no reason she couldn’t prevail over a six-inch dildo.
Brie did not wake up with the same confidence the next day, and was relieved that her classes centered on the anatomy of a woman. Brie was amazed to learn the complexity of her own body. Mr. Gallant explained that the glans, the little pea-sized tip of her clitoris, had eight thousand sensory nerve fibers packed into that little button—more than the head of a penis. What astounded her even more was that her clit was only the tip of the clitoris, which had a network of structures within the pelvic region. Much like an iceberg, she thought.
Although there was scientific disagreement as to the existence of the G-spot, Mr. Gallant stated his belief that it was part of the clitoral system located at the roof of the vaginal wall, a few inches in. He cited that many women found direct stimulation of the area by either penile or manual manipulation increased the intensity of the orgasm.
The male model from the day before came back into the classroom. “Do I have a volunteer?” Mr. Gallant asked.
Brie had no idea what the large hunk of manhood had to do with female anatomy, but she wanted to find out. She quickly raised her hand, and then put it down—she had momentarily forgotten about her ‘condition’. Mr. Gallant called on Nemesis to come to the front of the class.
He asked her to strip off her skirt, panties and corset before sitting on his desk. “Lie back and spread your legs so that your classmates can see the process.”
Process? Brie leaned forward, intrigued.
The hunky submissive moved up to Mary and produced a small silver bullet vibrator, similar to the one Brie had at home. Just seeing it caused a tingling in her loins.
Mr. Gallant used his pointer as he spoke. “Most women are unaware of the process their bodies go through as they build up to sexual release. As you can see, at this point Miss Wilson is moderately aroused. You can tell by the slightly engorged outer lips, the pinkening of the entire region and the slickness of the inner lips.”
Brie found it both interesting and humorous to be staring at Mary’s twat so intently as Mr. Gallant deftly pointed at it.
“As her body is stimulated you will want to note the changes. This will aid you when you are asked to provide cunnilingus.” Mr. Gallant nodded at the submissive male.
Brie heard the distinctive sound of the bullet as the sexy hunk switched it on and laid the buzzing toy against Mary’s clit. She visibly tensed, before letting out a whimper of pleasure that had Brie shifting in her seat. What I wouldn’t give for a little of that action!
“Note the erectness of her nipples. As the nipples are stimulated, her body releases oxytocin into her system, which increases her level of pleasure.” With that, the sexy sub bent down and started sucking on one of Mary’s nipples. Mary moaned loudly as he repositioned the bullet on her clit, and her thighs started to quiver.
“Her respiration is increasing and you can see how the vaginal opening is narrowing. Interestingly, although you can’t see it, her inner wall is actually growing in length to accommodate penile penetration. Note, as well, that the clitoris has become erect.” Sure enough, Mary’s clit was up and begging for more attention. “Notice the color change of the entire area. As the blood concentrates in the groin area, everything swells and darkens. Inside, her G-spot is also engorged with blood and is more sensitive to manipulation.”
Mary cried out when the hunk slipped his finger in and starting rubbing her inner spot. She arched her back, pressing her pussy against his hand.
“When the muscular tension reaches a certain level, the body explodes in release.”
Mary must have taken it as her cue to let go, because she let out a cry of passion as she came.
The hunk removed his thick finger and Mr. Gallant pointed out, “You can see that the rhythmic contractions of the vagina and sphincter are in sync with one another.”
After the last contraction had faded, the hunk helped Mary off the desk. The poor man had another massive hard-on. Brie wondered if he would be left hanging a second time. She hoped not, because she would be more than happy to service him with her mouth.
“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.