Ms. Clark Learns a Lesson
Brie was thrilled with herself. Even though she was a newbie, she’d made a female come. That totally counts as success!
Not according to Ms. Clark. “Miss Bennett, you looked as if you don’t own a cunny of your own. I would have sworn by the way you were eating her that you were a prepubescent boy.”
Brie blanched. Mary snickered behind her, but Master Coen heard this time. “Miss Wilson, such an outburst is not permitted. On your knees, now!”
He got up and walked over to her. He grabbed her chin roughly, forcing her to look up at him. “Next time I will slap you in the stockade for an hour. Do you understand?”
She nodded with difficulty, her chin still in his tight grasp. He let go of her and walked back to his seat. Brie felt a burst of gratitude towards Master Coen.
Marquis Gray spoke up. “Ms. Clark, I can’t help but notice that you were not as critical of Ms. Taylor’s first experience with cunnilingus.”
“Ms. Taylor did not have the benefit of Mr. Gallant’s instruction. Miss Bennett has no excuse.”
Sir addressed her coolly. “As you know, they only went over basics today. Perhaps you feel you could do a better job of training her?” he challenged.
Brie’s stomach churned at the thought of touching Ms. Clark. She shuddered unconsciously and prayed the conversation would end. It was totally okay with Brie if Ms. Clark thought she was a failure.
“In fact, I would like to see it. On the stage…right now,” Sir stated.
Ms. Clark looked as horrified as Brie felt, but Sir was the headmaster. How could the trainer say no? “Fine.”
The panel and the group of girls got up and made their way to the auditorium. Brie was literally shaking as she walked to her doom. Lea put her arm around her in support and gave a little squeeze, as if to say, ‘You can do this.’
While everyone else found their seats, both Ms. Clark and Brie made their way up on the stage. Brie started a quick conversation with herself. Okay, this is my Mistress. I love my Mistress. I would do anything to please her. I love everything about her—her smell, her taste, the sound of her voice, the demands she makes on me… Basically, I love her like I love Sir. Yes, that’s it! She is Sir to me right now.
Ms. Clark asked for a chair, and an assistant immediately produced one. She sat down and asked Brie to stand before her. Brie kept her eyes on the floor and moved within two feet of the woman. Ms. Clark said nothing.
She must still be in shock, too.
“Would you like me to strip, Mistress?” Brie offered, remembering it was the first thing she had asked Lea to do when they had been on stage.
“No. I am not interested in your body.”
She’d clearly meant it as an insult, but not having to strip was a gift. It made Brie feel less vulnerable.
“Get on your knees and give me cunnilingus. I have to judge how bad you are before I can help you.”
Brie got down on her knees, slowly and gracefully. She pushed up Ms. Clark’s tight business skirt. Then she gently peeled off the trainer’s black lace thong and spread her Domme’s legs apart.
Ms. Clark was a true blonde, with an attractively trimmed snatch. If Brie had had any feelings for females, she might have fallen in love with that pristine pussy.
She closed her eyes and went over the information she’d read on the internet.
Step one—prolong the first lick.
Brie began by lightly kissing the insides of the thighs, then running her fingers gently through the hair on Mistress’s mound. It was all about sensually drawing out the first moment before contact. She lightly pressed her mouth against the right side of Mistress’ outer lips, and then on the left. Brie ever so lightly kissed the area of her opening and breathed warm air on her clit without touching it. Then Brie took a deep breath and licked the full length of her, from the vaginal opening all the way up. She purred softly after she broke contact, slowly licking Mistress again with more pressure, remembering the redheaded Domme’s advice. Brie avoided the clit, wanting it to become desperate for her mouth.
Step two—wait for the clit to show itself and then tease it.
She continued the sensual licking until the glans peeked out from behind the hood. It was Brie’s cue to suck lightly on it. Then she pulled away and started licking the length of her Domme’s sex again, coming close to the clit but not always suckling it, making Mistress anticipate and long for more contact.
Step three—use your fingers to stimulate. She started playing with Mistress’ glistening folds and teased her opening with her fingers. Then, when Brie felt the time was right, she slowly penetrated her with a single finger. She played with the opening and then explored farther in to find the G-spot. Mistress shuddered when Brie found it.
Step four—use your tongue to build the tension.
Brie started to concentrate on the glans, using a horizontal fluttering of her tongue as she stroked her Domme inside. She switched it up by tilting her head to one side and then the other. When her tongue got tired, she laid it flat on the clit and let Mistress grind against it. Brie remembered reading that two fingers were better than one, so she slipped another finger in to thoroughly caress the G-spot.
Mistress moaned. Not a quiet, controlled moan. No, this was the moan of a woman coming close to the edge. Brie pressed her mouth against her Domme’s clit and licked with a steady, sensual pace as she used her other hand to caress the soft skin just under the vagina.
Step five—stimulate other sensitive areas to bring her over the edge.
The moans grew louder and Mistress shifted in the chair. Brie remembered how possessed she’d felt when both Sir and Rytsar had taken her anally. With confidence she hadn’t had until that moment, Brie moved her finger down to Mistress’ anus and teased the rim. When the timing felt right, she inserted her finger into the tight hole.
Mistress cried out and started orgasming on Brie’s tongue. It was exciting for Brie to experience success with such a difficult partner. She continued to lick lightly until she felt Mistress’ hand on her head. She pulled away and looked to the floor, very pleased with herself but trying not to show it.
“What the hell was that?” Ms. Clark asked hoarsely.
“Miss Bennett,” Sir called from the panel.
Brie stood up and wiped her mouth. “Sir?”
“Can you explain how a supposed novice employs advanced cunnilingus techniques?”
She looked up at him and said simply, “I googled it, Sir.”
All three men broke out in laughter. She blushed and looked down at the stage floor.
After the laughter had subsided, Sir asked Ms. Clark, “Well? Are you satisfied with her cunnilingus skills?”
Her trainer adjusted her skirt before answering. “I am satisfied for now.”
Brie heard manly chuckles coming from the panel as she made her way off the stage. Thank God for the internet, she thought.
Lea gave her hand a squeeze. The encouragement shining in her eyes made Brie smile inside. She had accomplished what she’d thought was impossible. She’d made Ms. Clark climax—and loudly, at that.