The Thrill of Objectification
Brie wondered if it would be uncomfortable seeing Blue Eyes now that she knew him as Faelan. She walked up to the entrance of the Submissive Training Center in her fuck-me heels and saw him standing there, waiting for her, the same as he always had. He acted normally, opening the door and letting her pass with his familiar, “Good evening, Miss Bennett.”
She couldn’t help smiling as she walked through the door. “Thank you, Mr. Wallace.”
Brie headed to class and sat there patiently waiting for her evaluation. Lea rushed into the classroom just as the bell rang. She barely made it to her seat before the ringing ended. The girls knew Mr. Gallant wasn’t happy at her tardiness, but he said nothing and picked up their evaluations.
“Another exceptional week for you three. Again, I must caution you not to let these scores confuse you. There is much to learn in the next two weeks and none of you are as prepared as you think.”
Mr. Gallant handed Lea hers first, with a slight frown on his typically friendly face. It was just enough to act as punishment for cutting class so close. “An eight from Sire Luke. Apparently your oral skills are improving, Ms. Taylor. Keep up the good work.”
He gave Mary her packet. “Also an eight, Miss Wilson. You especially should not let this go to your head. Note the areas of weakness. For you, they are a serious concern.”
Mr. Gallant handed Brie her evaluation with a tender look in his eye. “You received a nine. Unheard of at this level, and I am sure only given because of the emotional aspect of your encounter. However, it is obvious you gave your Dom exactly what he needed. For that you should be commended, but understand that your level of experience should preclude you from a score as high as this.”
“Yes, Mr. Gallant.”
Brie took her evaluation and lightly kissed the packet before opening it. Captain had been a kind Master—so tender and yet deliciously demanding of her body. She eagerly read his comments: ‘It is a rare sub who knows what her Master needs better than he does himself.’ ‘Agreeable, pleasing.’ ‘Trusted instincts in lieu of Master’s wishes. In my case, exactly what I needed.’ ‘Truly a beauty in mind and spirit.’
A tear fell from her cheek onto the paper.
“Anything wrong, Miss Bennett?” Mr. Gallant asked.
She shook her head. “No, Mr. Gallant.” She patted the packet tenderly when she answered him. “It was a special encounter.”
“Very well. Although your Dom meant it as a compliment, I would heed his observation about letting your gut instincts get in the way of your duty.”
Brie bowed her head. He was the second trainer to mention her dependency on her instincts. “I understand I still have a lot to learn, Mr. Gallant.”
“I’m not suggesting you ignore your instincts, but do not rely on them.”
Brie suddenly wondered if he was the one responsible for recommending her to Captain.
The next words out of his mouth startled and unnerved Brie. “We only have two more weeks before the end of the course, which means this is the last week you will be in this class together. Next week, you three will be split up so we can focus on your particular interests and talents.”
Brie looked forlornly at Lea and Mary. Our last week together?
“Expect this week to be a challenge. Up to this point, the training has centered on you finding your limits. This week shall center on submitting your will to your Doms’ various needs.”
He turned to Mary and asked, “Miss Wilson, are you familiar with the term ‘objectification’?”
“Is that when a sub acts like a footstool or something?”
His lips became a thin line. “That is a very simplified example. Objectification is the practice of using a person as a tool for one’s own pleasure. The sub’s needs, thoughts and wants are of no consequence.”
He looked directly at Brie when he continued, “To the uneducated, it may appear uncaring and disrespectful. However, it actually speaks to a higher level of trust and intimacy. The submissive willingly gives her body over to her Dom to be used as he pleases. Her gratification comes from bringing comfort or pleasure to her Master. If this seems strange to you, consider this—even in non-D/s relationships, couples have occasions where they are so caught up in their own pleasure they forget the needs of their partners. It is a normal human reaction. Within a D/s relationship, it is simply more obvious. The difference lies in the fact that the objectification is consensual.”
He walked to the other side of the classroom and addressed Lea next. “A simple example would be a quickie or blow job. The Dom uses the sub to orgasm and then goes back to whatever he or she is doing. It can also be more complicated, such as playing the part of an inanimate object or even animal play.”
Brie instantly thought of Captain and how much she’d enjoyed being his pet. It had been a lovely encounter she’d cherished.
Mr. Gallant continued, “To the casual observer it may appear one-sided, but the reality is that the exchange of power is arousing for both individuals. In giving up her power, the sub is able to fully embrace her Dom’s pleasure and claim it for her own. For the Dominant, the gift of such an exchange serves to highlight the submissive’s devotion to him, which is both appreciated and thoroughly enjoyed.”
He walked back to his desk before he faced the girls. “Tonight you will be sharing in a practicum together. Please head upstairs to the limousine waiting for you. This is an important assignment. We expect you not only to perform well, but to absorb and learn from the experience.”
Brie was thrilled. Any practicum outside the Center’s walls was exhilarating, but to do it with Lea and Mary would make it pure perfection!
The Dom hosting the party greeted the girls at the door. He was an older man with silver hair and a thin, serious face. “Thank you for coming,” he said, shaking Brie’s hand, then moving on to Lea’s and Mary’s. “I have several assistants who will instruct you as to your duties. My friends are used to flawless execution. See that you do not fail in the simple tasks given to you.” With that, he gestured them inside and exited to another room, shutting the door behind him.
There were three women waiting with smiles on their faces. The short-haired blonde came up to Brie. “You have been given the noble task of serving food.”
“Wonderful. What…?”
The girl put her finger to Brie’s lips. “No more talking. Listen only. It will help you to succeed in your role.”
Brie nodded. She looked up and saw that Lea and Mary were listening and not speaking. It was going to be an interesting evening, for sure.
“Please pay attention,” the young woman admonished when she saw Brie wasn’t focused on her. “First, we must get you undressed and thoroughly cleaned. It is going to take quite a while to get you ready for the event.”
Brie had no idea what was being asked of her, but she became more excited as she was led through the luxurious apartment. Whoever this Dom was, he was a very successful man.
After Brie had peed, taken a soapy shower, and thoroughly dried off, the girl guided her into a large room with a panoramic view of the city. There was a small, oval table in the middle of the spacious room.
“Please lie down in the center of the table.”
Brie lay down on it gracefully, finding it just large enough to hold her. The girl repositioned her and splayed out her hair in an artful pattern. As the woman worked, she gave Brie instructions. “You are to lie completely still. Do not react in any way to the people around you. Your sole purpose is to display the food elegantly. I highly recommend you keep your eyes glued to that spot on the ceiling.” She pointed to a tiny speck directly above Brie.
“No matter what is said, how you are touched or if you itch…” She emphasized the last words, saying them slowly and succinctly. “Do…not…move.”
I’m supposed to be a platter? Brie thought. Well, here’s to my first real experience with objectification.
The blonde arranged small crackers and a variety of grapes over her body in an intricate and exacting pattern. Brie turned her head and saw that Mary was practicing balancing a flask of red liquid on her back while the assistant meticulously painted her arms and legs with delicate patterns. Apparently, she was playing the role of a table. Brie glanced over at Lea. She was stunning. Her naked body was painted gold and her large breasts looked amazing, all sparkly and alluring. A statue of a goddess, without a doubt, but Brie didn’t envy Lea one bit. The assistant had positioned her arms at beautiful but awkward angles that would be hard to maintain for an entire evening.
Although Brie’s role was lowly, at least it was easy. She watched in fascination as the blonde laid a small, round cloth over her bellybutton. Then she placed a ceramic ring around it and added a thin sheet of plastic. Brie squeaked when she poured a layer of ice cubes into it. A beautiful gold bowl was placed on top of that. The girl then spooned a decadent amount of caviar into the golden dish, filling it to the brim.
“I let you look at your friends, even though it means I have to fix your hair again. From this point forward, those eyes stay glued to the ceiling. Understand?”
Brie nodded and dutifully stared upwards as goose bumps prickled over her skin. The chill of the ice traveled straight to her groin. After the assistant had finished fixing her hair, she said, “You are nothing but a beautiful vessel. Understand that and enjoy the evening.”
The three assistants quickly exited just before the doorbell rang.
It starts…
The Dom came out of what Brie assumed was his study and answered the door. A flow of guests quickly filled the apartment with their gentlemanly voices. Just hearing them sent Brie’s body trembling, and she had to force herself to breathe slowly in the manner Tono had taught her. The men eventually made their way towards the girls and one last nervous sigh escaped Brie’s lips before they entered the room.
The men treated the three naked girls as if they were a natural part of the decor. They talked business deals and discussed the upcoming national election. Brie heard their Dom offer the men drinks and knew that Mary was now the center of attention.
Brie listened intently to the conversations floating about. She couldn’t resist. A girl could learn a lot from these influential men…
Just when she was getting used to being a part of the scenery, one of the men moved over to the table and lightly brushed his hand against her nipple as he picked up a cracker. He then spooned caviar onto it. She felt an electrical jolt and blinked several times in response. Damn! This is going to be harder than I thought.
As soon as he’d served himself, the table was surrounded by men who touched her casually as they partook of the expensive fish eggs. She desperately stared at the ceiling, reminding herself that she was an inanimate object that could not move, could not respond in any way to what was happening.
“Nice centerpiece, Sebastian,” she heard.
Her Dom replied, “Yes, I agree. You’ll never guess what it’s called.”
“Do tell.”
“Brie.”
There was a deep chuckle, and then Brie felt a hand rove over her thigh to her sweet spot. A finger penetrated her vagina and it took everything in her to remain completely still as the finger swirled around and then withdrew. She heard the distinct sound of sucking, and the guest said with a tone of amusement, “I think I will have to sample some of this Brie later.”
“I’ll make sure to set it aside for you.”
Her loins contracted in pleasure at the statement. Brie did not understand why being treated in this way was such a turn-on, but there was no doubt the table she was lying on would show evidence of her arousal when she was finally allowed to move.
Brie heard comments from several of the men about the lovely statue. Someone must have touched Lea, because Brie heard her gasp softly.
“Am I mistaken, or did I hear something?” one of the gentlemen asked.
Their Dom replied nonchalantly, “Oh, didn’t I tell you? I had this one installed with a voice box. Adds to the realism of the piece.”
“I see… I can’t say I agree,” the man replied before moving off.
Brie felt bad for Lea. Failing in a practicum was never pleasant and she desperately wished she could share a joke to lighten Lea’s spirit.
Brie had first thought she had been given the easiest assignment, but that simply was not the case. She struggled to stare at the ceiling while the light, incidental touches of the many men in attendance teased and aroused her.
Late into the evening, the apartment finally cleared out. “Why don’t we move to the study for a smoke?” their Dom suggested to the last remaining guest.
“Why not?”
Brie recognized the voice and quivered. She was about to be tasted by the man who had sampled her.
Two of the assistants came into the room. Brie was cleaned off and then told to stand. With quick movements, the blonde deftly cleared the table and told Brie to lie back down.
Brie took a quick peek and saw poor Lea standing there, still in her statuesque form, completely ignored by the assistants. Mary had been cleaned off as well, but was still on all fours.
The helpers made themselves scarce when the door of the study opened. Brie hadn’t been given any further instructions so she stared at the ceiling and waited.
“Ah, Sebastian, I see the Brie is ready for sampling.”
“But of course.”
Brie glanced briefly at her partner without being noticed. His sideburns, peppered with gray, contrasted charmingly with his black hair, giving him a distinguished look. He noticed her staring into his pale green eyes and did not smile when he told her, “I like vocal cheese.”
It took her a second to realize he was making a joke. She looked back up at the ceiling and then squealed when he pulled her ass to the edge of the table and descended between her legs. He dragged his tongue against her sex, making her moan in delight.
But she whimpered when he pulled back the hood of her clit and sucked on her defenseless nub. He was relentless as he held her down and teased it. Just when she felt her pussy burn with orgasmic energy, he stopped.
Her senses came back to earth and she became aware of Mary and the host Dom going at it. Brie made a quick sideways glance. Mary was quite the loud, passionate table as he pounded her in the ass.
Her attention was instantly redirected when her partner grabbed her chin and forced her to look upwards. Crap! She was far too curious to make a good inanimate object.
She heard him unbuckle his pants and then unzip. He didn’t even bother taking them off. He slid his cock inside her and began thrusting away. His strokes were long but unhurried. Brie kept her eyes on the speck, wondering why his detached taking of her made her so hot. She concentrated on his heavy breathing, grateful to be used in this way—his vessel of pleasure.
Her Dom leaned forward and cupped her face in his hands. “I haven’t tasted all of you yet.” He kissed her then, thrusting his tongue deep into her mouth. The man claimed her with his lips as he fucked her. It was intoxicating and her body steadily climbed towards its climax.
She felt him stiffen and then he groaned into her mouth as he came. Brie’s body pulsed with need, but he pulled out and zipped back up. She was disheartened, but understood that as an object, personal fulfillment was not an option.
Brie noticed that Mary was no longer vocalizing, which indicated that her session was over as well. Then the host Dom asked her partner, “So, how was the Brie?”
Brie heard him get up from the floor as he answered in the positive. “Quite satisfying.”
“Glad to hear it. So I’ll be seeing you at the meeting tomorrow?”
“Yes. Until then.” The two shook hands. After Brie’s partner had left, their Dom addressed each of the girls.
“Miss Wilson, job well done. You may leave to clean up.”
He walked over to his golden statue. “Ms. Taylor. Your performance was less than stellar.” He caressed her large breasts and then tweaked one of her nipples. Lea didn’t make a peep. He continued, “As far as I am concerned, you’ve learned your lesson and been properly punished. I see no reason to speak of it with your trainers.”
Lea bowed her head and said softly, “Thank you, Master.”
“My assistants will help you clean up.” Two women instantly appeared and led her away.
He walked over to Brie last. “Miss Bennett, you performed satisfactorily. You may be excused as well. Go down the hall to your right, where you will find a private bathroom with your clothing.”
Brie got up from the table, still a tangle of sexual nerves. He called after her, “You do not have permission to masturbate.”
She turned around and bowed obediently. “Thank you, Master.”
There was something oddly arousing at being denied her own pleasure. Tonight had opened up yet another sexual option to explore, and Brie was thrilled at the prospect of navigating it more thoroughly.