Brenna at the Academy Ch. 08

This is Chapter 8 of "Brenna at The Academy". Reading all chapters in sequence is recommended for context and maximum enjoyment.

This series is a work of complete fiction and fantasy borne of the imagination. All characters and locations are fictional and any resemblance to real people, names, events or places is purely coincidental. All fictional characters are consenting adults having a good time, in safe circumstances.

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Punished, warmed up and edged mercilessly at her Stables session by Master Eric, the resident Academy disciplinarian, Brenna was just offered the opportunity to turn the tables and become his helper in doling out sexual discipline.

Kneeling in Present, flushed and throbbing, she looks up at Sir Eric and the petite brunette needeing correction, kneeling a small distance away.

The Stables Master is asking Brenna to punish and warm up a fellow student. To dominate another trainee. She has never met the girl before. From the exchange she witnessed so far, she can tell the student is young, probably barely in her 20s, a bit funny and scattered. She has a cute, pixie-like face and a tight little body, with perky small breasts and a shapely bottom on her pear shaped figure. Brenna feels surprised and yet strangely aroused at the same time. This is most unexpected as she has never fantasized about herself dominating other women before.

"Um... alright Sir, Green, Sir.... but I will need your help I'm afraid, as I've never done this before..."

"Good girl. Alright Brenna, here's the deal. Walk over to the cabinets on the back left side of the Stables. In the lower cabinets you will find three shelves with some... clothing. I want you to find your size, we should have small, medium and large, and I think medium will suit you well, and put on the attire, including the boots. Come back here when ready."

"Yes, Sir."

"Twenty Seven! Grab a tray from the table and walk around the Stables perimeter to select three to five punishment tools to be used on you. I see here you are open to... hard punishment, so given your transgressions, please select something with red or at least orange tags."

"Yes, Sir, right away, Sir."

Brenna is so shocked she's operating as if on autopilot. Rummaging in the cabinets, she retrieves the attire Sir Eric instructed her to don. She reaches to her back and pulls up the zipper of the tight, corsetted leather mini dress. The black leather hugs all her curves tightly and the boned corset's built in, barely half-cup bra thrusts up her breasts allowing the top parts of her nipples to peek out. The short, flared skirt is composed of toughened leather slats that hang in pleats around her hips, barely obscuring her ass and genitals. Predictably, panties are nowhere in sight. The outfit is a bit "Xena the Warrior Princess fashion". Well, if Xena was going to a Roman orgy maybe, in a particularly salacious episode. Brenna's pussy and ass remain naked underneath. She sits down on the floor to pull on and lace up the super sexy, tight, thigh-high black leather boots with a thick heel.

Adjusting to her new heels, Brenna plods back over to the front of the Stables.

A whistle from Sir Eric's lips gets her attention.

"My, my, Brenna... you're a vision as a Domme!"

"Oh, am I, Sir? Thank you, Sir." She blushes demurely and spins around.

"You are. But this won't do. Not Sir, just Eric now. We're equals, engaged in the same occupation at the moment."

"Twenty Seven! Bring over your tray to Mistress Brenna here.

Into the third stall you go, now! On the floor, Submit!"

The flustered girl rushes to comply. In her nervous rush, she has erroneously assumed the "Present" position instead.

Eric lets out a frustrated sigh and actually rolls his eyes, taking in Twenty Seven's blunder.

"Twenty Seven! Listen up! This, is Mistress Brenna, who is helping me out today. She will be in charge of your punishment and warm-up now. You will obey her, submit to her and treat her with the same respect you'd afford any of our Academy Trainers. You may address her as Mistress, Lady or Madam."

"Yes, Sir Eric. Hello, Mistress Brenna. I'm ready for my correction, Madam!"

"Are you? Are you really ready, Twenty Seven?" Brenna quips sarcastically as she approaches the girl and roughly grabs her chin to lift her face up to meet her gaze. She lifts a riding crop from the girl's tray in her other hand and swishes it down, straight across the trainee's puckered right nipple. The girl screams and falls forward, protecting her chest.

"Closer now to what was intended, but still lacking, I'm afraid,"

Brenna crouches down and swats Twenty Seven on her now exposed ass cheeks. The smacks of the leather keeper land with satisfying thwacks and the snappy implement leaves immediate red marks in the shape of squares. The girl yelps and doubles over, strangely leaving her bottom displayed and more exposed.

"Master Eric ordered you to Submit, silly girl, and you assumed the wrong position. That, was Present, not Submit. This lapse is what I'm correcting you for presently. When you are ready, will you please, finally, stop wasting our time and assume the correct position!"

The girl is now sobbing quietly but readjusts into a barely passable form of Submit.

"I'm so sorry, Madam and Sir. I've had a rough morning... and, and, I just got here this weekend, its my first time at the Academy, and its all too much and too hard to remember everything! I'm a newbie... please..."

Brenna laughs.

"You're going to have to try much harder to garner pity and sympathy from me, girl. I'm not buying what you're selling. Imagine that I too, just got here for the first time this weekend. I'm convinced you can and will try harder."

"Ohhh, Mistress!" The girl exclaims with awe.

"What do you require punishment for today?"

"I, I... I came hard three times since last night when orgasming was strictly forbidden by a Master, Madam! To be honest, I didn't even try to resist, it all felt so good and my body just... had to cum! Aren't I here to feel pleasure and have orgasms? I paid a lot for this stay so I'm at least trying to get my money's worth, you know!? The last time I came was this morning... mmmm... and, and, that's kind of why I'm so late and all... Anyhow, I'm apparently a horny undisciplined slut sorely needing punishment! Please give it to me, Madam!"

Brenna can't help softening a little and laughing inwardly at this sweet young thing's guileless confession.

"Well detailed, girl. This place IS about pleasure but your fee also ensures you get high quality, safe training in the submission you've been so interested in and craved. Trusting the Instructors does typically lead to better, more intense pleasure experiences for you as well in the long run. Sometimes short term deprivation leads to long term gain, and I speak from experience, girl. Makes sense?

I'll correct you now. Fifteen swats or spanks, with the riding crop and, or, with my hand. Before we start - you are not permitted to come and if you do, we start all over again. Clear? Safe words?"

"Oh Mistress, clear, but, but, fifteen is a lot, it really, really is, I'm not sure I can take it, please, Mistress!"

"You should have thought about that before exerting zero effort at the training you've supposedly come here to follow. Disgraceful.

Your safe words are always there for you if it indeed becomes too much. What are they!?"

"Yellow and Red, Madam."

"Right. Submit position, properly now!"

Brenna squats, extending one of her booted legs to the side. She swats the riding crop hard in fast cadence across each butt cheek presented in front of her. Eight vicious leather tongue welts pepper Twenty Seven's ass before Brenna pauses to examine her handiwork. Incredulously, she notices wetness between her own legs and a dull throb in her clit. She snakes her left hand between her folds and plays with herself for a moment, and with the other hand, having parked the crop, she pushes two fingers inside the girl's open and wet little pussy. Twenty Seven bucks towards the intrusion.

The sensation of feeling two hot, dripping cunts simultaneously, one of which is her own, is something truly out of this world and Brenna moans uncontrollably. She spends a few minutes pleasuring both herself and the trainee, one with each hand... Withdrawing both sets of fingers, Brenna then moves to the girl's front.

"Turn your head to the left, cheek on the floor, and open your mouth."

Brenna presents her fingers, one set at a time, and Twenty Seven sweetly takes them in her mouth and sucks to lick them clean between little whimpers.

"Which was your favourite?"

"Oh, Mistress, both delicious but the first fingers tasted absolutely divine...."

"Glad you like my taste. Good girl."

Back at the girl's rear end, Brenna resumes the punishment, now choosing to use her hand to experience what its like to spank a trainee's perky little ass displayed at her mercy.

*Smack*

*Smack* *smack!* *smack!*

"Ow, ow, ow!"

" Spread!"

Twenty Seven complies awkwardly and is now bucking her hips into the ground in an effort to get off. She's crying and moaning a bit, and her open pussy is positively sopping wet. Brenna crouches down again, plays with the dripping little cunt on display and then grabs the riding crop and delivers the last three thwacks right into Twenty Seven's open, private flesh.

The first two hit her exposed clit and vulva respectively, while the third plants a thwack right on the pucker of her anus. Twenty Seven yelps at the sudden sensation. Brenna marvels at and finds herself enjoying the precision that the small keeper of the riding crop allows. The corrected girl's hands flail reflexively and let go of her butt cheeks momentarily, but she recovers fast and resumes holding and spreading the tight, red half globes almost immediately.

The discipline seems to be taking some effect. Twenty Seven's exposed genitals clench as she ostensibly fights to prevent a climax.

"Good girl. That, is the type of effort expected at the Academy. Holding back so nicely. I hope this lesson stays with you, girl. You can and will refrain from coming when forbidden, like a good girl should. You'll work to tame that inner slut. And now, for your warm up - you've done so well with your punishment that you may come, if you manage it, during this part, hot little slut, but you will ask for permission when close, and wait 'till you receive it. Is that understood?"

"Yes! Oh, thank you Mistress!"

"Wall!"

The student clambers up to her feet, with some discomfort, and approaching the nearest wall assumes the position. Brenna taps her charge's inner thighs with the riding crop to signal her to correct her form and spread wider. While at it, she notices the streaks of viscous stickiness coating the girl's thighs. Twenty Seven improves her pose and invitingly sticks out her marked ass, prettily displaying her engorged, dripping pussy, clit and ass.

Brenna grabs the SLUT paddle from the girl's tray and briefly flashes it in front of her face.

"Mmmm... Mistress, that one really turns me on, but please, please go easy on me, my bottom is already so sensitive and heated from the riding crop punishment!"

"... the punishment you earned and justly received. I'm glad the paddle is to your liking, little slut."

Before administering the warm up, Brenna moves her hand between Twenty Seven's spread legs and ever so gently, palpates the sticky entrance to her sex. The girl gasps and bucks a little reflexively, reacting to the surprising touch on her tender pink flesh. The tender pink flesh just recently ignited by the light yet poignant riding crop swats.

Light strokes along the softly furred outer labiae, then a firm yet gentle intrusion of first one, then two fingers into Twenty Seven's very tight and very wet, warm passage follow.

"Mmmmnnghh! Aannnghh... ooooh...!"

The girl moans and Brenna feels butterfly light twitches of the tight cunt muscles around her fingers.

*Smack!*

*Smack, smack, smack!*

*Smack!*

"How does it feel, girl?"

Brenna pauses the spanking and asks as she pumps her fingers in and out of the pussy in front of her more vigorously.

"Owww! Mmmnghh... mmmnghh...."

Twenty Seven is strugling to form words now amidst the moans.

"Mm... Mistress... ohhhh... it feels... amazing! Oh... oh... I'm sore and hot but, but, the stinging from your hand it feels like... like it feels sssso good, it tickles in my clit and bottom and cunt and oh... your fingers feel sooo good inside this slut, Im sooo full... please, please more!!!"

Brenna laughs, drops the paddle and pats the girl's bottom gently. At the same time, she redoubles the thrusting efforts of her fingers inside the nubile, tight pussy at her mercy.

"Ooooh Mistress, I'm so close, please, please, may I come???"

Brenna stays silent for a while, continuing to finger the girl. She reaches under to roll and pinch her nipples and when the sweet little ass in front of her wiggles and pushes into her hand uncontrollably, she commands:

"You may orgasm, NOW!"

The young girl freezes, then shakes and bucks as she moans so desperately, taken by one of her more spectacular orgasms to date. Brenna marvels at how strongly the girl's pussy squeezes her fingers rhythmically throughout the young student's orgasm.

Brenna pats the girl's ass and withdrawing her fingers from the girl's cunt, she licks off the wetness. She feels her own clit throb and twitch, reacting to the taste.

"Mmm.. M... Mistress Brenna, may I... may this girl lick your gorgeous pussy to thank you please, Mistress? That orgasm was sooo good, Madam..."

Twenty Seven pleads weakly and sweetly. Brenna's jaw drops yet again. She's taken aback by this offer and not sure how to respond. She looks to Eric.

"Don't look at me, Brenna. Well done so far by the way, impressive! This is your call."

Brenna needs to come, badly. Deliciously worked up and left frustrated by Eric, she has strangely grown more aroused through this new experience. She has never had a woman's mouth on her and is reluctant to have all that on display here in front of others, even though only a few students remain. She is curious as hell though, and can't resist having, or rather, giving a taste...

"Present! Between my legs. You have 60 seconds to show your gratitude."

Twenty Seven assumes the position almost immediately and Eric looks over with a devious smirk and nod of approval.

Brenna closes her eyes and moans as the girl sucks on her clit and laps at her pussy. Twenty Seven's tongue feels amazing and the girl is eager to please as she dives right in. That small tongue now fucks Brenna's slit like a minature and very pointy little cock. The leather slats that form her skirt move around with the girl's ministrations, slapping the eager pussy licker lightly about the face and mussing her dark hair.

Brenna wonders if there is a similarity between her and Twenty Seven, in that discipline seems to rile them both up and goads a desperate yearning to please and serve the disciplinarian. Brenna doesn't understand it and finds it a bit ludicrous and very backward, but its undeniable how her pussy throbbed so much stronger for the Headmaster's cock after he had spanked her on that terrace, and then on the bench in that hallway...

Right now, Viking Eric's body seems to have developed a magnetic pull, after he handled her so roughly and both chastised and pleasured her responsive flesh this morning. Is this what the Instructors mean when they label her a disciplne slut?

Brenna is ashamed of these feelings. A feminist, an independent, liberated woman, a competent legal professional who takes no crap from any man in the world out there but whose pussy creams after a good spanking, flogging or cropping with a bit of penetrative action thrown in, whose orgasm alights at having her naked cunt spanked by a hot Instructor? Gods, what is wrong with her?

Brenna rationalizes that the Instructors have never been cruel or abusive to her and any "damage" done is always playful and mostly temporary and superficial. Moreover, the discipline is often paired or interspersed with pleasure and so meant to ulitimately stoke and enhance it. She is paying for this as a service after all. A stern teacher always made her hot under the collar, so it only makes sense, she supposes, that a sinful disciplinarian doling out lusty punishment arouses her as well... and in the modern world of female liberation, she needs to own and be proud of her kinks instead of inwardly slut shaming herself. She glances down at her breasts and sees the bold font words GOOD SLUT still visible there in faint pink... this too, releases new moisture between her legs.

Brenna moans and grabbing Twenty Seven's head, pushes her sex into the eager girl's face. Riding that tongue and whipping up her own arousal, it suddenly dawns on her that the girl has been giving her cunnilingus for much longer than sixty seconds now. How long has it been? Should she keep going and chase her own release or stop this girl-on-girl lewd display at once? Eric and the two remaining students are still watching.

With considerable effort, Brenna pushes Twenty Seven off her pussy and steps away.

"Good girl. You've pleased your Mistress well."

"... but, but, you haven't come yet, Madam. I can do better, I can be so good for you!"

"That's enough. Well done this morning. Off to your next activity!"

"Yes Mistress, thank you, Mistress."

Twenty Seven scurries away and the last of Eric's charges, flushed and red bottomed, hurry out of the Stables seconds behind her.

As Brenna and Eric are left alone, he grabs her hand behind her back and pulls her towards him. He leans over her shoulder and whispers hotly into her ear:

"Sweet Brenna, you've done so well, trying something very new. I am extremely proud of you.

Now, I wanted to also tell you... that I read your notes from Discernment. I read what you wrote about me. What you'd like me to do to you. This is absolutely optional at this time, Seventy Three, but I am acutely in... need of a release. After seeing so many delightful cunts and asses spread, wet and twitching, and delivering countless blows of discipline, my cock is so ready for some action. I thought that perhaps... we may come to a mutually agreeable arrangement. Give me your colour, Brenna, what do you think?"

"Green, Eric."

She doesn't even have to think about it. It's a dream coming true and she will hopefully be coming soon as well, finally getting her long denied release. This has been a very surprising but very long session and the edging has been expert and almost constant. Reflexively, Brenna reaches behind to undo the corset, naturally thinking she'll be reverting to her regular role, especially for this treat, but Eric grabs Brenna's hand and stills it.

"No. Leave it on... if you'd like... How... how do you want me... Mistress?"

Brenna's world flips upside down.

"So... you're telling me, that the punishment specialist is actually the poor frustrated one? All work and no play, torturing us students every morning? Poor baby..."

He laughs tiredly.

"There is some truth to that, Madam. It's complicated, like many things in this place, but I'm sure you can appreciate that I usually end up with a wicked case of blue balls after each morning's exertions. Sometimes I select a student to help me with that predicament, but I would say that's actually rather rare."

Brenna faces Master Eric and tapping gently on his hardening cock, still clad in his tight leather pants, she grasps firmly below and squeezes.

"Are your balls really blue, boy, full of hot, heavy cum just waiting to release?"

"Angghhh... Mistress. They are."

"I see. I'm still not convinced that you're not just playing the victim. You whip, spank and flog us, you edge our poor pussies here daily and then have the audacity to complain about your lot? I think Mistress Brenna would like to see Eric suffer just a bit and ... get a taste of his own medicine, perhaps."

"If that's what Mistress wants, that's what she will get."

With that, Eric drops his tool belt onto the floor with a loud clank and strips off his pants. His boots join the pile. He stands buck naked and disarmed before corset-clad, booted Brenna, the power exchange symbolically complete.

"Good boy. Display!"

He assumes the position.

"I don't know all the little gadgets or where they are... how am I to use what I don't have?"

"Mistress, tell this boy what you'd like to do to him and he will assist by indicating the most fitting devices and where they can be found."

"You're a helpful one, Eric. Very well. I'd like to see Eric aroused and frustrated, unable to get fully erect and unable to come for the time being. I'd like to see him struggle and be denied while a vibrating plug fills his ass and massages his sensitive prostate. I'd maybe like to see his needy cock strain, leak and stay unfinished. All that while I apply some much needed discipline. Later I may pleasure myself on his cock, still without permitting him to orgasm. Eric will serve this Mistress and have his captive cock twitch vainly as his flesh feels at least some of the tortured sting he so nonchalantly doles out to his charges, day in and day out!"

"As you wish, Madam. Mistress already knows where the pain implements are around the room and I trust she can select appropriate ones. For what you describe, Lady, you will do best with a simple, hard cock cage, four leather cuffs and a sizeable vibrating butt plug. All those can be found on appropriately labeled shelves in the cabinets next to the bondage attire you have already explored. Feel free to use the furniture around the Stables as needed. You can always order this boy to move between any machines or props as necessary."

Brenna nods and grabs one of the trays from the side table, making her way over to the cabinets. She has never seen a cock cage in real life before but the shelves are well labelled and organized. Soon she returns with a veritable arsenal of gadgets meant to deliciously abuse her newly discovered Viking prisoner.

"Help me fit this cock cage on your needy rod, boy."

"Yes Mistress."

The devious device is soon locked in place after some gruff grunts and moans from Eric as he fits his half hard cock into the restraint with some difficulty. Lube seems to help the process. Brenna has chosen a gleaming chrome number, hard and unyielding. The upper parts of the cage interior are fitted with small, rounded metal spikes that have the potential to harass the tumescent flesh of an attempted but stifled hard-on.

Eric holds out the key to Brenna and she pockets it inside her slinky leather bra without further ado.

"Excellent. Stand in the doorway to this stall, Eric. Arms up and legs spread wide with feet at corners!"

Before he walks over as directed, Brenna places the four cuffs, one on each of his limbs. Deftly, she attaches the o-rings to the chain clips in the corners of the stall entry and up on the walls. His stretched out, well muscled frame looks delicious. He hangs his head, perhaps in resigned submission, and awaits her next command.

"Mmmmm... delicious... my sexy Viking prisoner. Stretched out in an X-rated X. How the tables have turned!" Brenna croons, massaging Eric's back and ass cheeks.

She pours lube down his butt crack and soon pushes an XL vibrating butt plug against his tight opening. Eric's sphincter muscles resist and tighten at first, then give way and he moans. He gets even louder when Brenna flips a switch to make the vibrations come alive.

"Perfect. Now a rough spanking to give you, boy, just a taste of your own medicine. What's good for the goose, must be good for the gander.

You will not come, although I'm not even sure if I have to spell it out anymore when your cock's already in jail where it belongs for now!"

*Thwack! thwack, thwack, thwack*

*Thwack*

*Thwack, thwack*

*Thwack, thwack, thwackkk!*

*Thwack*

Thwack!*

Brenna smacks a tough wooden paddle against Eric's ass. The base of the butt plug jiggles in addition to vibrating with each swat and the Viking's moans start turning into masculine groaning. Brenna finishes the set of fifteen by applying her own hand to Eric's reddening ass three times with some force. That well muscled ass looks delicious when painted blushing red by the paddle or hand. Brenna massages Eric's ass and delights in the heat coming off of it after the punishment. She unhooks Eric from the entryway and beckons him to take a seat in a throne-like chair, replete with many bondage options.

Soon he's secured tightly with legs splayed wide, ankles and thighs strapped in place, and hands cuffed behind the back of the chair.

She gives his upper thighs and nipples a few swats with the padle and he winces amidst the moans.

Pulling the small key out of her cleavage, Brenna squats down, at eye level with Eric's sex.

"Does my little prisoner want his naughty cock released?"

"Yes, please Mistress!"

"Beg."

"Mmmnggh... oh Madam, please let me out, please let my needy cock free, I beg you. I'll be such a good boy for Mistress, I will do anything... please, Lady!"

"Sweet begging. Good boy. You will be a good boy. You'll pop up nice and hard and Mistress will ride you. I want to put that cock to some good use finally. You, my boy, are forbidden to come. If you orgasm, I'm afraid the cage will make a return and that paddle will be much better acqainted with your ass. Is that clear, boy?"

"Mnnghh... Yes, Madam, thank you, Madam!"

Brenna turns the key and pries the cage off Eric's cock and balls with some roughness due to her inexperience with the device. Eric grunts and winces. With the cage off, his angry, reddened cock indeed quickly engorges as Brenna gives it a few tugs and smooshes her palm against the head, rubbing as if to polish the moist knob. Precum begins to leak from his slit under her ministrations. She applies a condom, pumps his length roughly a few times and gives his rod a few light spanks with her hand, watching closely for his reaction.

"Ooooww... mnnghh!"

Eric bucks his hips forward, although little movement results with how he's restrained in the bondage chair.

"Nice and hard. Time for me to go for a ride."

Facing him, she straddles his lap and aligns the head of his rod with her slick and heated entrance. Brenna plays with the insertion, teasing just the head in and out of her wet pussy. Soon she is lowering herself further and setting a demanding pace. She moans when she finally impales herself fully on Eric's length, and grinding her pelvis, moves feverishly up and down.

"Good boy. Pleasing Mistress. No cumming, remember! Suck my nipples boy, nice and gentle now..."

Brenna pushes her breasts up so that her hard nipples protrude above the leather brassiere, and feeds each to Eric in sequence. She closes her eyes and tries her best to chase her orgasm. Its there, smoldering just under the surface, but despite the lengthy edging this morning, she's baffled that she can't seem to coax it to crest.

I'm dominating and fucking the hot Stables Master! What's wrong with me that I can't seem to come??" Brenna muses anxiously.

Shoving a hand between their bodies, she feverishly rubs her clit. It all feels good, she is turned on, but something seems to be missing. Some lacking mysterious key ingredient is for the first time during her Academy stay getting in the way of her pleasure. Brenna is getting exhausted doing all the work riding Eric. After a few more minutes she stops her movement and pulls herself off of Eric's still very hard cock.

As she slowly catches her breath and her heart rate begins to calm, Brenna's eyes meet Eric's steely blue gaze. There's so much there... arousal, surprise, respect, animal lust, understanding, recognition, and a degree of... triumph. Non-verbal communication is clearly sparking while they gaze at each other. It's hot, it's deep, and very intense. Finally Brenna is the first to break eye contact and lower her gaze. She moans with an edge of anger and frustrated resignation.

She played at war, but it seems she's lost a battle, and must capitulate.

Wordlessly, Brenna uncuffs Eric and releases the thigh and ankle restraints. What happens next is more of that primal, non-verbal, yet very direct and unmistakable messaging, this time carried out by their bodies and postures. Eric raises his head high and stands to full, hulking height as he rises from the chair. Still facing him, standing with her head down, with eyes on the floor and now catching glimpses of his jutting erection, Brenna reaches behind her back with both hands and unzips the leather Domme dress. The heavy black garment falls down around her feet with a thud. She stands naked, still wearing the Domme boots, in front of Eric. Its so quiet in the Stables, except for the sound of both of them rapidly breathing. Eric reaches for Brenna's mouth and presses his thumb on her lower lip. She reflexively opens and sucks gently on his thumb and the fingers he is now feeding her.

"Seventy Three... you are signalling a switch, correct?"

"Gwhreen, Mashterr." she mumbles out from between his fingers.

"Good girl."

He gives her ass a hard swat, then pushes down on her shoulders and she crumples to kneeling.

"Boots off, and wait in Present."

"Yes, Sir."

It takes Brenna some time to free her feet from the laced up boots, and Sir Eric is gone for quite a while as well. She has been kneeling for some time already when he reappears. He is wearing the Masters' typical leather trousers and boots again, but this set of pants has a cut out crotch allowing a full view of his glorious erection, framed in blond curls and leather like the most obscene and erotic picture. He stands clothed, and she, completely nude now, further solidifying the power exchange. He smiles deviously and holds up the aquamarine crystal base butt plug, already so liberally lubed up that its steel end is glistening.

"Perhaps you've missed this? How do you feel about resuming this part of your training...?" He cocks one of his sexy eyebrows.

Brenna is practically salivating.

"Green, Sir, thank you Sir... I have grown to crave my plug training mmmm... how did you know...?"

"Excellent. Spread!"

Ass up and holding her cheeks apart, Brenna feels the plug settle in quickly with little resistance.

"Good girl. That went in flawlessly. It think you are ready for the next size up, the small, but we'll loop back to that later. How does it feel...?"

"Mmmm... feels... full. Nicely so. Feels right, Sir."

"Splendid. Follow me, few stalls over."

Although not instructed so, for some reason Brenna decides to follow her Trainer by crawling in his wake. Ever since the heavy leather dress fell about her feet, Brenna feels as if in a trance. An aroused but calm trance. A state that gives her grounding and clarity, and that addictive, rousing throb in her pussy. Crawling now helps this feeling settle further into her bones.

Entering the stall Sir Eric disappears into, Brenna immediately spots a sex toy seat or rather bench on the floor. Its a raised oblong platform, contoured as a seat to be straddled, with a vibrator attached on the middle pointing straight up.

Eric stands, confident, hot and commanding at one end of the bench.

There are some things in his hand - this Viking has apparently been a busy toy forager.

"Seventy Three, have a seat, lower yourself onto the vibe."

Brenna obeys, kneeling astride the contoured seat and lining up the head of the sillicone, dick shaped vibrator with her wet slit.

"Eyes on me as you're seating yourself. I want to see you as you push down, every inch, my girl. No hiding."

"Ooohhhhhhhhhh.... mmmm.... Mnnghh! Maaaaster! So fucking good...."

Brenna meets Sir Eric's blue eyes and moans loudly as the crown of the dildo begins to spread her drenched, slick opening. She's wet, but also swollen with arousal, so the entry is smooth but still very tight. The dildo's veiny surface almost embosses itself on Brenna's inner walls as she slowly descends, another inch lower. She fights the urge to look away, the heady mixture of shame, lust, submission and Eric's gaze is melting, stimulating her clit and pussy across distance. Its so incredibly hot. Brenna doesn't understand why, but she needs this, all this, so deeply. She is grounded and reassured that this is precisely her one ordained path to release now.

Another inch further up her steamy canal and it feels so good, so right. The fulness of the vibe and the plug adjacently close are hard to ignore. Brenna feels stuffed in the best possible way. All these sensations seem to ground and relax her, giving her a lovely reprieve from her baseline anxiety and perfectionism that she lives with out there in the real world, day to day. It occurs to Brenna that nothing else has ever given her this degree of quieting her chattering "monkey mind" - not the hours of therapy, not the coping skills, not meditation, not even the medication she briefly tried during her more severe anxiety bouts....

The walls of her pussy spasm a little as she sinks all the way down, now fully impaled on the toy. The feeling is exquisite.

"What. A. good. girl. Taking two toys for me so well. I hope my girl is feeling nice and full,"

Eric growls, clearly hot and bothered himself. His picture perfect, jutting cock twitches. Brenna smiles now knowing he's just as affected watching her as she is.

"Now..."

He strides over and places a leather collar with on o-ring attached, on her neck.

"To remind us you're my trainee. Mine."

His hands are next busy with her already tightly puckered and standing at attention nipples. Eric first pinches then rolls each tight bud while pulling on them gently. Brenna winces and moans. He attaches jewelled (aquamarine crystal droplets, matching the star base of the butt plug) nipple ties to both nipples. He tightens the elasticized enclosure around each protruding nipple and cinches. Brenna's moans reach new levels. There's some bite to these but mostly pleasure. Eric connects the nipple tie bases with a thin silver chain and clips another lenght of chain in the middle. This length of chain falls vertically down her belly and culminates in a clit sucker that he now applies to Brenna's distended, unfurling bud. Another length of chain attaches in the middle of her belly, the free end resting in Eric's palm, this one acting like a devilish leash. He gives the chain a firm tug, and Brenna almost climaxes. Nipples pinched and pulled forward and clit suctioned and lifted up and forward send sparks down to her full pussy and ass.

"... and lastly... open that gorgeous mouth wide, dear girl, we're fitting you with an O-ring gag."

Brenna's small mouth stretches with some effort around the circular opener. Sir Eric clips the leather buckle behind her head.

"Fuck. You're a sight to behold. That nipple jewelry sets off your gorgeous eyes and golden hair...

The O-ring gag...? Fuuuck."

He swallows hard.

"Safe words?"

"Yhellow anhd rhed, Sirh."

"Lovely. Soon speaking will be more of a challenge when you're gagged with my cock, so lets be creative - can you pick a short safe tune or jingle you could hum?"

"Ummm... Huh huh huh huh, huh huh huh, huh huh huh huh, huh huh huuuh huuh huuh" Brenna hums guturally.

"Nice, Indiana Jones! Good Girl. Are you ready... do you want this?"

"Mmmnnghh... Ghreen, Sihrrr!"

"Wonderful. You are not permitted to come. No touching me or yourself. I'm leaving your hands free only so you can brace on the seat handles for leverage and stability. You break that rule, those pretty hands will be cuffed behind your back in no time and the flogger will make an encore appearance. If you orgasm without permission, you will earn 20 punishment strikes with the flogger. Do you understand?"

"Yesh Sihr."

"Good. Suck now, my good little slut. Service Master's cock while you ride your seat girl."

With that, Eric fiddles with a small remote and the fake cock in Brenna's pussy comes alive with vibration. The swollen, leaking head of Sir Eric's hefty shaft slips into the O-ring gag's opening and muffles Brenna's wild moans. Each movement as she rides the seat deviously pulls on her clit-nipple harness and sends jolts of sexual electricity to her core. Eric also pulls on the chain he's holding intermittently to produce more veritable fireworks in Brenna's cunt. Pleasure, a little intermittent pain, and a large helping of submission are driving Brenna wild. Somewhere along the way Eric has clipped a leather leash to her collar and is now tugging on it to deepen the oral penetration.

Filled in three holes, fucked in two, gagged, vibrated in her pussy, collared, leashed, nipples and clit pinched, lewdly rigged up and adorned like an X-rated Christmas tree, Brenna is loving every second of it. It would normally seem like overkill, but its exactly what she needed at this moment to quickly and completely turn the tables, settle her confusion and help realign the puzzle pieces to this order of things. Master Eric expertly recognized just what she needed and has put her world back together to straight forward, arousing, simple and direct submission.

"My slut is fucking airtight!, Fuuuuck. All three holes so rightfully occupied... Mmmmmm..."

Eric groans as he fucks Brenna's mouth with abandon. She can't use her lips, so tightly stretched around the circular gag, and is servicing him only with her tongue, suction and the slide in and out of her warm, wet mouth. Brenna's nerve endings are on fire. The vibrating dildo with butt plug combination feels so incredibly dirty as Brenna rides the bench fucking herself with shameless ardour. Her rigged up clit and nipples feel like exploding. She's about to come but fights valiantly to postpone her release, to stoke the fires of her smoldering pleasure further, to further her Academy education goals (she does think of herself as a good little student after all), to please and obey her hot Master.

"Oooohhh! ... Mngghhh! Oooohh!" Sir Eric moans and slows his wild pumping.

"God, you magnificent, dirty good girl! So wet and warm suckling my shaft... so willing... such a good little dildo rider... I'm close and it looks like so are you... edging so well for me. I'm going to finish inside that well edged pussy. Will you take it, Seventy Three?"

"Ahhh! Mnnggh! Oh, ohhhh, ohhhhh... Pleaaashe Shir, Yesh!"

Eric gently removes the O-gag. Brenna stretches her jaw and closes her mouth but before she can do so, Sir Eric smooshes his lips into her mouth in a hot, demanding kiss. He fucks her mouth with his tongue, then breaks the kiss and unclipping the chain leash from the clit-nipple harness, he fixes a short, vertical chain to the line connecting her nipples. The chain terminates in a horizontal dowel-like bit-gag, which he slips into Brenna's mouth. A small counterbalancing weight is affixed to the middle of the harness.

"Hold this in your mouth. Don't let it drop girl, or you'll feel a strong pull as everything falls and gravity helps with the weight. Lets see how you do with a further taste of predicament bondage, one of my favourite things... mmm... Let me help you up."

"Mmmm... aahhhh... Ok, Shiir."

Eric helps her rise off the impaling vibrator, smoothes his hands down her arms and leads her over to the wall, where a padded table stands.

"Bend over for me, Seventy Three. Ass and pussy out and my way. Legs spread wide as you can, hands behind your back."

Brenna complies, feeling the cold air of the Stables against her open, swollen and very sticky nether lips. Eric quickly cuffs her hands behind her back and she hears him tear a wrapper and put on a condom. Gods, she is so ready. The sound of the tearing wrapper alone sends literal shivers down her body.

"If you could only see yourself, Seventy Three. The perfect slut. Your beautiful pussy clenching already, aching to be filled by Master's cock, isn't it? Tell me, if you want it..."

Careful not to drop the dowel bit in her mouth, Brenna wails shamelessly:

"Ooooooh Mashterr, pleashe put it in! Pleasshe fuck thish needy pussshy, it deshperately needsh to be filled with your harrrd cock!"

"Goooooood girl." He enters her in one firm stroke and Brenna feels suspended amongst the stars in the universe. He begins pounding her pussy, slapping his loins against her still lightly marked bottom and wildly varying the debauched cadence. He is chasing his pleasure and thereby stoking hers too. Soon, it feels like too much and Brenna involuntarily opens her mouth in an animalistic groan. The dowel falls from her lips and with a soft thud, lands on the table she is bent over. The pulley weight engages, and her nipples are tugged downwards while the taut pressure on her stretched clit suddenly slackens.

"Ooooh! Aaaahhhhh!"

Eric laughs darkly and continuing to thrust, grunts out:

"You were meant to hold the bit, Seventy Three, but you just couldn't help yourself, could you, little slut?"

*Spank!*

*Spank!*

*Spank, spank!*

His hand rains down hard on her ass while he continues to pound into her electrified pussy.

"Oooooh... Mnnghhhhh... Mmmmm!!! So sorry, Sir... Oh God, I'm so close. I need to come, Master, pleaaaase, Sir!!!"

"Anngghh! Please. Sir. WHAT?" He growls, each word paired with a glorious thrust.

"Aaaaahhhh!... Mnnnghhh... Ooh Master, per... permission to come, pleaaaase, Sir?!"

She feels his cock begin to twitch where they are joined, and the hot Viking disciplinarian's next words flip her trigger switch.

"Come NOW, all over Master's cock, Seventy Three!"

He reaches over to her breasts and releases the nipple ties and the clit sucker. Brenna absolutely shatters in her long edged orgasm, and its nothing short of stellar. Blood rushes into her almost purple, pointy nipple nubs and her clit, suddenly relieved after its prolonged stretch. She writhes and moans and pulses for what feels like forever around Sir Eric's cumming cock inside her. Edged for over an hour and stimulated with so many new experiences, Brenna melts into this exquisite release. Her orgasm's violence surprises even herself.

Eric grunts his loud and wild release, matching hers in its vehemence.

"Fuuuckkkkk! A good slut for Master. Good girl, coming so beautifully. Your pussy choking me like a vise! Milking me... Ohhhh, ohhhhh, I'm cumming in that tight pulsing vise of yours, Brenna!!!"

He comes and comes and comes, growling wildly. His cock's irregular twiches fire off more of her pussy muscle flutters, prolonging Brenna's spectacular orgasm and continuing to tickle his sensitive, spent cock.

As their synchronized, ragged breathing slowly returns to normal, Eric pulls out and spinning Brenna around, crushes her in a sweaty embrace. His lips find her mouth and drink deeply. He takes her by the hand and they leave the Stables.

Soon, they're on a comfortable bed. Brenna lies nestled against Master Eric as he spoons with her. He's finally lost the pants and boots. The skin on skin, whole body contact is heaven, tinged with just the right sprinkling of hell as her still stinging bottom and some of the small welt patches from the crop melt against Sir Eric's hot body. He showers her with kisses, coaches her to drink iced water and they partake in a lunch in bed from a tray full of delicacies, most of which he feeds to her tenderly.

Between bites of sushi and languid kisses, Brenna grows pensive.

"Mm... Master?"

"Yes, my sweet girl?"

"Did I fail today? I'm not sure what to make of it all..."

"Brenna! Fail?! What nonesense is this?"

His voice takes on a tone of gravity and he smacks her bottom hard and fast.

*Smack*

*Smack!*

*Smack, Smack!*

"Ouch! Oww... Sir!"

"I won't have you spouting such nonesense. Why would you think that, girl?"

"Sir... well, I couldn't come! Even though I was so edged and frustrated, I somehow couldn't get myself off when... when I was dominating the other student, and you... What's wrong with me? Perhaps all that is really not for me."

"Brenna. Listen to me. Let me ask you a few questions."

Sir Eric relaxes a little and pushing more fully against Brenna's spooning body, strokes his fingertips gently down her arms and her breasts.

"Do you regret anything you or we did today?"

"No Sir! It was all wonderful and I welcomed and jumped on the opportunity you gave me to try something so new."

"Excellent. Did you find anything you or we did... distasteful? A turn-off?"

"No, not at all Sir!"

"Good. Did the new activities feel... neutral, a little bit good or good for you? If you had to rate how arousing you found the situation and the way you acted while wearing that leather dress... what number would you choose: -10 is unpleasant, -5 a little unpleasant, 0 is neutral, 5 is a little arousing, 10 is arousing, 15 is very arousing, 20 is 'making you crazy' arousing...? I didn't include the more unpleasant ratings as you just denied feeling that way about what occured."

"Hmm... maybe 13 or 14?"

"Excellent. So you were actually turned on by switching and trying out the Domination for a while. It sounds to me like you did splendidly, Brenna. First foray into this kink and it was more than pleasant. You also made a very convincing Domme for your first time! That doesn't sound like its 'not at all for you', my sweet, does it?"

"Thank you, Sir... and I suppose not, Master... but if it was that great, why couldn't I climax despite being so wound up?"

"You don't have the neural circuitry, the brain pathways, to make these instant reliable turn-ons yet, sweet thing. How much time have you spent fantasizing in the past about being sexually dominant with men or women?"

"Um, almost none, Sir. Maybe a little ordering a guy around, tying him up, but not much more and rarely so. I can't remember ever spending much time on, or masturbating to, fantasies of dominating other women. I usually skipped past that content with the erotica I read or listened to..."

"See? It's simply terra incognita for you, unexplored terrain. Today proved you kind of liked it, but since you haven't had much experience or practice with these themes they're not yet reliable pathways to bring you to orgasm quickly and automatically. You were also in a somewhat public situation today and likely at least a little nervous so all that made it a little bit more challenging to fully enjoy it. It is a great and promising start, Brenna!"

"Thank you, Sir... I suppose that makes sense... but until this very weekend I haven't had much actual experience with submitting to men and doing all the BDSM stuff that the Academy is about either, and look how horny and ready to explode I am in all the classes and events I've been part of here so far!"

"Brenna. How much time in your life so far have you spent fantasizing about and masturbating to scenes that are in line with what we do here at the Academy? From your profile and the information you submitted, it was clear to me that you've had vivid fantasies of submission since puberty! You've regularly consumed erotica and audio porn with these themes and sometimes porn videos. You've regularly and robustly masturbated to this material. You've also had a few real life experiences with some D/s dynamics and spanking, correct?"

Brenna laughs a little and relaxes.

She gives a content moan as Sir Eric strokes her slowly paling and slowly healing ass.

"Well when you put it like that, Sir, yes, I'm definitely a bit of a pro at thinking about and imagining this stuff. I've had 15 plus years of regular practice!"

"... That has built up amazingly strong and robust pathways in your brain and body that come alive so beautifuly with any subtle triggers we provide. New or undiscovered kinks are going to need some airtime and practice in that sexy brain of yours before they can be discounted!"

"Mmmm... thank you Sir. You've made me feel better."

"I'm very glad. All part of the service, my girl. The counselling we provide at the Academy is so often dismissed or overlooked in favour of our more, umm, hands-on teaching methods, but it's so integral to our students benefitting and growing from these experiences!"

"Stern, gorgeous, sexy and wise. The Stables Master is more than meets the eye,"

She purrs playfully.

"Observant pet!" He chuckles and kisses her neck.

"Changing subjects a bit - Brenna, there's something else I want to tell you - my brother, Master Victor, one of whose um, favourite students happens to be your little friend, Annie, has told me that Annie's been asking him for us to coordinate a... double date session of sorts. I think you've seen him around playing with Annie a few times and would recognize him? Many say we sort of look alike. Now that I've sampled your wares, I can tell you nothing would delight me more than such a double date and I look forward to that opportunity, when and if Annie and you work it out... Group projects can often fast track learning and they can be quite a bit of fun."

He gives her a wink and a rough squeeze to her bottom.

"Oh Sir, wonderful... Yes I've had glimpses of Sir Victor and yes you do look alike, to the point I've dubbed you 'the twin Viking Masters' in my mind. I will speak with Annie. Hopefully in one of our future visits we can arrange that... I'd like that very much as well..."

As she lets her mind imagine the delicious beginnings of that fantasy, her racing heart suddenly sinks when she thinks of Master Gregory. They've gotten pretty close and developed a bit of a special connection this weekend, and she wonders how he would feel about the prospect of his girl Brenna pursuing and booking such a session, with the two, lithe, Viking Masters rather than time with him, which she also craves. Her pussy spasms as she remembers Sir Gregory's bare cock fucking her and filling her with hot cum so deliciously in a virginal first for her, just yesterday. She resolves to run this idea by him before proceeding with talking to Annie.

"Sir, thank you for this morning... it was... divine. What time is it?! I think I'm missing my next class!"

"Already taken care of, sweet girl. You're right, you regrettably won't make Sybian Riders this afternoon, but if you hurry you'll be right on time for another of your electives that I've taken the liberty of swapping into your schedule - Public Masturbation class."

Brenna gasps and grins at Sir Eric, her well exerted pussy already tingling and twitching anew.

Public Masturbation... Gods!

"Thank you, Master. For lunch, for knowing and giving me exactly what I needed... for the next level orgasm... for 'the Talk', for everything..."

"... Welcome, sweet pet."

She looks up at him and gives him a sweet, deep kiss.

"I better be on my way. My next class awaits!"

*****

To be continued...

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