Brenna at The Academy Chapter 2
Chapter 2 of Brenna at The Academy. To fully immerse yourself in the story, it's advised you read it sequentially. I hope you enjoy the tales.
The station where Master Craig gifted Brenna her early birthday present was the final one in the processing hall. After experiencing a mixture of post-coital delight and utter astonishment, Brenna somehow manages to follow directions to her room for rest. It's straightforward - up the stairs and then down the hallway until she reaches the door with her unique number. Her student identification armband seems to open it.
The technology level here is mind-boggling, yet it's an odd juxtaposition with the vintage castle-like setting. Most of the instruction staffers carry iPads or other small mobile devices in their hands, unless they're...engaged elsewhere physically.
The stairs turn out to be a grand staircase that splits halfway. It's an impressive sight. Looking up, Brenna sees a magnificent, high, vaulted ceiling with ornate wooden moldings that look like some mystical, twisted branches entwined around each other. Brenna has previously never contemplated the logistics of climbing while naked with others nearby also on the stairs. What a bizarrely revealing and compromising view! Many students and instructors are in various stages of undress and it's evident that the power dynamics inspire a distinct mix of attire. Brenna's whole body is permanently blushed due to the exhibition of nudity and the disparity between instructor and trainee attire.
The height of each step on this grand staircase is impressive and Brenna has some challenges navigating it with her sore legs. Her bottom is tender too from the night's escapades. However, she doesn't resent this slight discomfort. Instead, she relishes it like she would a deep tissue massage.
Oh my, she had an orgasm of epic proportions moments ago with the intoxicatingly handsome Black Master who had made her the sole focus of his attention. It almost feels like she's in a dream. This tantalizing and improper fantasy she finds herself in, she doesn't resent at all.
At the top of the left-hand side of the staircase landing, Brenna encounters a breathtakingly beautiful older woman. She wears a gorgeous corset in black and metallic grey with internal boning that accentuates her thin, hourglass waist and sumptuously rounded breasts. She appears to be in her early fifties, yet her envy-inducing figure is more fit than most 20-year-olds Brenna has witnessed. Tight leather pants, nearer to leggings, and high heeled black boots finish her appealing outfit. This is the first female instructor Brenna has come across up close. Although they're a minority here, some do mingle throughout the halls. Her hair, pulled back into a taut bun, tumbles to her waist in a long ponytail that feels like a smooth silk whip or an elegant flogger. There's a significant streak of silvery-grey-coloured hair in the middle of her long tresses. Her heavily-applied makeup accentuates her features, and her skin radiates a radiant glow. Her silver choker encrusted with large, heavy link chains encircles her neck.
"Show me your wrist," demands Mistress Bianca, scanning Brenna's identification bracelet with her small tablet. She scrutinizes the tablet, in deep concentration, before relaying information:
"Welcome to the student sleeping quarters, 73. I am Mistress Bianca. Your room is on the left side of the hallway. Your meal is in the kitchen. The wall with a water dispenser also has it. Prepare for rest. Check out the toys displayed on a table. Feel free to use them as much as you'd like, but don't climax. Your climax should await supervised instruction with a responsible trainer, if at all. Defying this guideline will result in punishment."
"Yes, Mistress Bianca,"
"Great. The arched door in the back of this hallway leads to the common areas for students. Use them to relax, chat and interact with your fellow trainees if you're not occupied. For now, toys are fair game, as long as you don't reach climax. Your instruction rules apply to those areas as well."
Mistress Bianca eyes Brenna passionately, studying her carefully. There's a mischievous glint in her eyes, which sparkles at times with delight when her gaze lingers on certain body parts. Her expression transforms into a wicked grin.
The playroom has Brenna feeling suggestive sensations in her genital area as she ponders over the idea of sexual interactions between the students themselves. It's evident that the organizers have considered every detail here, and then some...for the first time, she feels discontented with the brevity of her stay. A brand new world with so much more to offer than she can savor within a day is making her desperate.
Mistress Bianca gracefully strikes partnership with Brenna's sensitive stomach area using the leather-tipped riding crop. Recognizing the move, Brenna swiftly assumes the Display position, impressing the Mistress with how swiftly she's picked it up. The leather-tapper gently strokes up one side before making a similar expedition to the other. When she pauses there, Brenna cradles the heart-shaped cropping tool in a way that allows for a brief insertion into her folds. The cropping tool is slid in and out of her narrow passage in a gentle motion without exerting too much force. Brenna yelps from the sudden invasion.
"Looks like a lucky one tonight..." she purrs smilingly, drawing the wet crop towards her eyes to examine the sticky, clear residue.
"Because your delightful lady puddle has completely drenched my crop, I require you, cunt, to clean it." She hums, dishing out this task with grace. Feeling overpowered and entirely at the mercy of this elegant woman, Brenna kneels eagerly.
Mistress Bianca shifts the cropping tool until it's pointed at Brenna's lips. Quick to comply, she obeys as the whipmaster turns it upside-down, prodding her mouth. Slowly she tongues herself off the leather, all the while recalling encounters of women-on-women in e-books she's read to then rush back to the heterosexual pornography. There was always proof that the majority of women encountered in her psychology lectures fell within the bisexual orientation range, but Brenna had seen herself as strictly heterosexual. Now though, she considers the honest drama of reality as she feels her body respond to the temptation of the Mistress's enticing allure. Curious and captivatingly elated, Brenna wonders, "Could it be that all these string of events triggered my brain and body so much to that I'm finding even the slightest of rustling leaves to be arousing?" What was this Academy and what has it done to renounce the bureaucrat Brenna Swansea? As if on cue, the voluptuous instructor's luring voice enchants her from her reverie.
"Here's your schedule for tomorrow, Day one. My dear, make sure to wake up early, dress up splendidly, and be punctual as delinquents will face consequences. I bid you an adieu, pet." Mistress Bianca says in an equally endearing yet ominous manner while holding the paper.
"Many thanks, Ma'am," and chaste submissive pays her respects. Brenna quickly exits only to catch a generous view of her captivating behind, the lengthy swell of her bottom cheeks prompting a slight uterine knee drop. She then makes haste along the corridor, determined to utilize the exhilarating stimuli she's heard about. She sets about these pending routine duties quickly before turning in. [73]. Her breasts jostle in protest as she rushes, misleading her into cradling and touching them settledly, almost as a pseudo-bra. The room before her bears the enumeration alluding to her given number.
Upon entering the no-fuss, basic compartment, Brenna's peaked attention is on the selection of sex toys arranged across the edge of the bed's plain counterpart. An irresistible urge to be inventive overwhelms her despite her fatigue. She briskly engages in the inconsequential duties preceding sleep.
Glancing at her schedule, Brenna notices the day begins with a compulsory session titled "Warm Up" at 7 AM in a place called "The Stables." This class is scheduled for only 30 minutes and then proceeds to three elective classes that each last two hours: NE, alias Nude Exercise, EZT, which stands for Erogenous Zone Training, and SR, or Sybian Riders, all to happen in the Gymnasium the following day. Afterward, there's lunchtime, followed by "Individual Instruction" and a class with the name "TBD," followed by "End of Day Discernment" after dinner. There are some moments with no specific activities, and she eagerly anticipates chatting with her fellow students. She sets the time on her alarm clock for 5:30 AM and settles down for the night after consuming the provided meal, which while sufficient, lacks any flavor - like something from a low-quality cafeteria. After taking a bath and washing her hair, Brenna climbs into bed, pulls a table bedside, and begins experimenting with various sex toys she’s brought along.
Given the events and individuals she's encountered since infiltrating the chateau, Brenna's vagina seems insatiable. Typically, she'd be more than pleased with just one remarkable orgasm during a single night, but here, she craves more and more. She decides on nipple clamps, a paddle-like, silicone spatula, and a purple vibrator from the table.
For the following hour, Brenna becomes entirely consumed in utilizing her new toys, trying out various applications. She discovers that using all three simultaneously takes her sexual experience to new heights. With her nipples swollen from the clamps and having just concluded a round of playing with the spatula in her ass and pussy, she takes the vibrator into her own hands.
As she becomes more involved in pleasing herself, fantasies of Master Craig, Master Gregory, and Mistress Bianca take over her thoughts. Pondering who among these trainers might be her individual instructor the following day is a delight. Although a bit anxious about the possibility of any of the trainers from whom she's already met, all lovely and sexy in their own way, the hope for their presence inspires her desire even more.
Mulling over the erotic gaze of Mistress Bianca and her enthusiasm as she looked at and teased Brenna's disrobed body, she finds herself on the brink of an orgasm. She briefly contemplates ceasing her actions to obey the instructions, fearful of receiving additional discipline if she doesn't adhere to the rules. However, the thought of the likelihood of her trainers never discovering her actions, she reasons that chances are very slim.
Breathing rapidly, her nipples throbbing, and her sexual organs feeling stimulated, Brenna welcomes the vibrator with fast strokes. Her heated mind whisks up an enticing group fantasy involving Master Gregory, Master Craig, Mistress Bianca, and herself. The fantasy revolves around these trainers engaging in a scene together, orchestrating the double penetration of her body, ordering her to simultaneously pleasure Mistress Bianca. Finally, solo, she comes, overwhelmed by the intensity and falls into a deep sleep.
* * * * *
The subsequent day arrives, and Brenna is well-prepared, spick and span, and eager to experience the next activity. She walks towards the Stables building where one of her teachers kindly directs her to a brick-wall stall, similar to the other ones around. Through those walls, she spies others' progress, though a few stalls remain unoccupied. Once inside the stall, she is instructed to move towards the back wall and face it. Cuffs are attached to her wrists while they are fastened to a wall-mounted ring set just above her head. A metal spreader is secured between her legs, causing her to stand with her legs parted and her body leaning against the wall, exposing her ass and sex. This particular posture is known as "The Wall position," Brenna realizes...
Restrained in this manner, she cannot detect the person entering her stall, yet she hears and smells them approaching behind her. This instructor's scent is strong, comprised of leather and clean soap. With a voice mature and deep, he briefly speaks:
"Good afternoon, new student. You're a few minutes early; usually, the session starts at 7, but you are prepared. Well done. We're starting the day with a warm-up routine, though it may seem unfamiliar because this activity is not intended as punishment. While the assignments are the same, its intention is proactive and instructive, adding to the learning experience, not punishment-based. The aim of this session is to set the mood and explore the link between pain and pleasure. Trainees will go through flogging and spanking, commencing the profound understanding of trainers and their duties, our body's reaction, and the interaction between students and teachers."
Perplexed and confused, Brenna clarifies her understanding. "Yes." She speaks shyly and with wide-eyed openness to the scenario being presented. She is both terrified, startled, indignant but, admittedly, overly aroused. Her emotional state is complex and overwhelming.
He lifts the flogger and swiftly whips her buttocks twice on each side. His growls add to the experience as he confirms, "You can always say the word RED if you want this to stop. You'll immediately be released and sent to your room."
"What's going on? You're supposed to call your superiors 'Sir', 'Master', or 'Professor' at all times, girl. Is your memory so poor that you've forgotten this basic rule already?"
Brenna is stunned and aroused at the same time. This morning had started off with an exciting punishment.
"Apologies, Sir. I've made a mistake. Please correct me again."
"Alright, Master Eric will warm you up by slapping your bottom 73 times, and then he'll give you the correction you need. Then, sweetly ask for it again."
"Thank you, Master."
The flogging starts and wakes up all of Brenna's nerve endings in her ass, upper thighs, and lower back. It's not too painful but has an interesting mix of discomfort and excitement. The sensations from the flogger on her skin wet her sex with a new layer of arousal. She feels wetness on the inside of her thighs and knows she's dripping. Sir Eric is suddenly behind her, and he uses a spatula-like tool to spank her. It doesn't cause much deep pain, but the surface sting is very arousing. This isn't torture; it's extremely arousing foreplay.
Suddenly, Eric surprises her by slapping her pussy lips in the front of her body. The spatula hits her swollen, pulsating clit and then her dripping, wet folds between her legs. The hot, wet squishy sound is extremely arousing.
"Ahhhh...ahhhh...Oh Sir, please, more..."
The trainer stops for a bit and massages her sore ass cheeks. Then, he sticks two fingers inside her very wet slit and begins some rough thrusting. Brenna moans and comes quickly after feeling her body explode. She pushes her ass into his fingers and presses hard against the wall. It takes her a while to realize that she just came from being spanked and flogged alone.
Once she recovers from her aftershocks, Eric gives her a kiss and quickly releases her wrists. Her back presses against the cool, hard wall, which helps soothe her still-stinging bottom. But it also reminds her of the pain as her sore skin touches the stone wall. Brenna realizes that she unexpectedly loves feeling so vulnerable while the metal spreader bar is still attached.
As the sensations overwhelm her, she focuses on Master Eric, who is now free for her to fully see. She's impressed by how fit all the trainers are, which must come with some amazing gym benefits. Master Eric is short and stocky, with short blond hair and icy blue eyes. He has a handsome face with a short beard and well-groomed mustache, giving him a slightly Viking-like appearance. He has tattoos like tribal designs across his right shoulder, neck, arm, and chest. Reddish blond curls of sexy chest hair cover his pecs.
Master Eric takes a few steps back and looks at his work.
"You're lovely. 73, you're perfect for a good whipping. It makes the best out of you. You're a natural submissive slut. Most have to be conditioned to arouse during impact play, but you...you're ready from the moment you feel a flogger or paddle."
He groans and licks his lips.
"...and now to complete that long-overdue correction..."
"Sir, please punish me for forgetting to respectfully address you. This girl needs her lesson."
"You do," Master Eric agrees and whips her B-cup breasts, belly, pussy lips, and thighs with the flogger. His pressure is gentle this time. Brenna moans as she's massaged and ignited by the swishing leather cords. She can't believe how horny she is, and each strike only heats up the arousal between her legs. She feels euphoric and loses track of events until she's been untied from the restraints and led to sit on a soft, plush pillow. It feels so comfortable against her injured bottom.
The girl's thoughts then wander to the handsome man in front of her, now that she can finally see him well. The trainers are certainly in great shape, confirming her assumption that their job requires physical fitness. Eric is short, stocky, and has short blond hair and icy blue eyes. He has a handsome face, a short beard, and a well-trimmed mustache, adding a bit of a Viking appearance. He has tattoos covering his right shoulder, neck, arm, and chest, like tribal designs. Thick reddish blond curls cover his pecs, making him even more attractive.
They link her wrists behind her back and fasten them together - Brenna moans but doesn't resist. He presses his tongue into her mouth, giving her a few gentle French kisses while his hands play with her taut, swollen nipples. Her body is flooded with a mixture of sensations, heightened by her hands being tied behind her back, making it impossible for her to touch herself or reach out for him. They dance with their tongues, the intimacy further heightened by the bondage. She pleads for him to touch her again, desperate for another orgasm. He indulges her, sliding two fingers inside her, stroking her clit subtly. However, as she orgasms in quick succession, he hits her nipples, breasts, inner thighs and clit with the spatula several times. This prolongs her orgasm, leaving her feeling utterly helpless and dominated.
"Sir...", she rasps softly,
"Thanks, that was incredible..."
He strides around the stall, cooling off, before untying her hands. He hands her a tall glass of iced water and tells her,
"Drink up, catch your breath, or you'll get more pain from your tardiness. I'm sure you'd love another spanking or whipping, wouldn't you? See you again, 73. You and I are a fitting pair. That's it for now."
"T...Thank you, Master, Sir."
Brenna leaves the stables and heads towards the gym. Her body is still tingling from her orgasms and her vagina is wet. She runs her fingers along the thin marks from the flogger's strands on her skin. They vanish as she cools, but the memory of her heated back will remain. Some other women with similar marks leave as well. One young brunette, about her age, grins at her as she walks by.
Did Master Eric speak the truth? Brenna wonders if she is truly a slut, who needs to be disciplined by men. Oddly enough, she thought all women would find stories of pretend discipline, spanking and whipping arousing. However, these real-life activities have created such a surge in her body that others can tell. This place must have an eclectic mix of elements to trigger her inner whore.
She joins a Nude Exercise class at the gym, having picked it for its variety of four activities. The location features four areas with various exercises, designed as a circuit training course. An instructor surveys her wristband and points her towards a mat-filled area in front of a stage.
An instructor stands before a naked woman leashed to him, wearing a black studded leather collar around her neck. The studded leather lead connects to the collar. The woman is led on all fours and kneels in the Expose position in front of her Master. Her ample breasts are decorated with nipple clamps that look like jewelry. Two clusters of crystals and metal weigh down her nipples, distorting them as she kneels, tugging them down. A horizontal chain joins the nipple clamps to a vertical piece attached to a cluster of crystals and metal on her clit. As the woman kneels, the vertical chain increases tension on her nipples and clit, elongating and stretching them. She's an alluring redhead with her hair tied up in a ponytail and a smiling, satisfied expression on her face.
Brenna's gaze falls upon the trainer, a muscular young guy with tight, curly black hair and a matching light chest hair.
"Class will start soon," his deep voice booms through the air, even though there's no microphone or speaker in sight.
"I'm Master Matteo - your instructor for this PY, or Poses Yoga class. The model we'll use today to demonstrate is Jenny, a.k.a student number 18 in our gym. This is similar to a yoga flow class and may be challenging due to its high-intensity cardio demands. We'll spend 30 minutes at each of the 4 stations around the gym, and you're allowed up to three hydration or rest breaks. Keep these short and return as soon as you're ready. Cutting corners or slacking off will result in punishment. To signal a break, simply raise your hand and make eye contact with one of us until we acknowledge you. Today, we have two spotters: Master Luc and Mistress Jane, who will walk around the class to observe, correct, and assist as needed. Raise your hand now if you have any questions."
Nobody raises their hand, so Master Matteo continues:
"Did I make myself clear?"
The group responds with a unified, "Yes, Sir/Master!"
"Great! Class begins!"
Low-volume, dark club music with punchy beats starts to play and Master Matteo shouts out commands:
"Show your position...at ease...Show your position...hold...hold...hold...Table...hold...hold...hold...Relax...show your position...hold...hold...hold...Expose...hold...hold...hold...hold..."
Jenny, the model, steps into each position swiftly while others strain to match her. Master Matteo seems to be a drill sergeant, maintaining a fierce pace with his orders. His crop grazes across Brenna's pose, causing Pleasure from her anus to her slit, adding a surprising element to the process. She isn't sure who's correcting her, but the sudden, disembodied sensation is arousing.
"Show your position...hold...hold...hold...Stand...hold...hold...hold...Present...hold...hold...hold...Show your position...hold...hold...imagine Wall forward...hold...hold...hold...Spread...wide!...hold...hold...get on your back, legs spread - we'll name this one Missionary for short...hold...hold...hold...Show your position...hold...hold...hold...Relax...hold...hold...hold...Show your position..."
Now, sweat trickles down Brenna's forehead and between her breasts. She's not used to the swift demands of this class, with the positions still fresh in her mind. Some women struggle along with her, while others reflexively sink into the positions with apparent ease - likely more experienced students. Brenna feels a mix of envy and yearning. What bizarre ambitions are shaping her mind now?
The swift changes cause Brenna's breasts to bounce, adding to her discomfort yet increasing her arousal. She'd never imagined this side effect of naked cardio.
After several more sets, Brenna raises her hand to request a break. Master Matteo notices and nods, offering approval. She heads over to the hydration area, passing by the rows of women who are still concentrating on their positions. Each has a distinct expression on their faces, some look exhausted, a few are grinning, and some appear lost in desire. The area is filled with groans and moans.
In the hydration room, one woman, a plump middle-aged lady with blonde ponytail, approaches Brenna:
"Hey,"
Taken aback, Brenna realizes no one has spoken to her since she joined this night before.
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Selena, a friendly lady, smiles at Brenna as they strike up a conversation.
"Hi," Brenna replies, maintaining eye contact.
"Can we chat here a bit?"
"Sure. Just keep it quiet. We can discuss more in the student lounge later. I'm Selena and I visit frequently."
"I'm Brenna, and today's my first day. No one's talked to me other than instructors since I got here last night."
"Oh, your first day! How thrilling," Selena exclaims, and Brenna giggles.
"The cold water feels great, but I need something more delicious to eat. The food they serve is so bland and basic," Brenna laments.
"Hang on," Selena adds. "I'll show you something cool!"
Holding Brenna's hand, Selena leads her past the water dispensers to a room with several large vending machines. On the walls, there are compartments or alcoves like open stalls, each with an LED number displayed above it. Brenna notices that these compartments have multiple small metal trap doors at different heights.
They both head to the first vending machine, and Selena lets Brenna see all the tasty snacks and meals it offers. The machine's advanced, Japan-like features include a variety of chilled and hot food options. Everything appears fresh and appetizing, quite different from the plain, basic cafe food Brenna has been served.
"The sushi is incredible!" Selena says with excitement.
"Do you like sushi?"
"I adore it," Brenna responds with enthusiasm.
"But how do we pay? Is it included in our stay? I have no money or credit card."
Selena gives her a knowing, mischievous look, then starts inputting numbers on the keypad and screen by the machine.
"Watch this," Selena coaxes.
Brenna observes Selena choose a chef's tray of sashimi and California rolls, making her mouth water. The item glows in the display case before being transported to the pickup window at the bottom of the machine. The pickup window remains closed. The screen advises Selena:
Welcome, trainee 58. You've chosen an upgraded meal that needs to be earned. Choose 'see payment options' to continue.
When Selena selects this, the machine says:
Payment method for Item 24 (sushi and sashimi combo):
5 minutes of intense pussy play without orgasm OR 10 minutes of intense pussy play with mandatory multiple climaxes. Choose your method to proceed.
Brenna's eyes widen in disbelief. She gasps, covering her mouth with her hand, while Selena nods at her, winking. Selena presses the second option.
Payment method, selected. Please choose an attachment type.
Appropriate sex toys appear on the vending machine screen: various dildos with details like size and material. Selena takes her time choosing a dildo, ultimately deciding on a six-inch, flesh-toned, silicone one with a hefty diameter.
The female voice from the machine booms out:
You selected a six-inch, silicone, realistic-looking dildo. Proceed to station 3. Position yourself against the back wall with your butt and vagina touching it. Put on the headphones. Spread your legs a bit and lean forward, pushing your butt and vagina into the wall. Grab the bars on either side. Press green when ready to start. The timer will be displayed on the floor ahead of you.
Selena rushes to station 3, and Brenna follows to watch the action.
"Stay for a bit, but don't take too long. The sensors monitor everything, alerting instructors through their iPads if you take longer than necessary," Selena informs her.
"The sensors? Oh no! That means they must've also seen what I did last night," Brenna realises, feeling a mix of anxiety and anticipation.
Selena rapidly takes her place and activates the green button. The entrance at her groin level swings open, and the petite blonde gasps as an object protrudes from the wall, inserting itself inside her. She starts moaning deeply as she vigorously pushes back against the wall to sync with the dildo's rhythmic movements. Brenna can observe the changes in the movements and, at one point, Selena nudges her closer to witness the dildo penetrating her new companion from behind. Selena braces herself using the grab bars for leverage but occasionally employs one hand to stimulate her clitoris or massage her nipples. Most of her energy goes into arching her back and pressing her hips and buttocks into the wall, responding to the machine's thrusts. Her enthusiasm and relish are evident.
Brenna witnesses Selena's increasing arousal, along with the progressing countdown timer displayed on the floor. At one instance, gasping, she removes the dildo from her body, and the motorized device pauses briefly, along with the timer. Upon inserting the dildo once more, they both resume. After three minutes have passed, Brenna should return to her class, but takes a short while longer to check if Selena is approaching an orgasm. The bigger woman starts breathing heavily and moaning louder while displaying visible signs of small but gratifying orgasms. She opens her eyes, flashes Selena a content smile, and mouthes:
"One more to go,"
Brenna nods, gives her a thumbs up, and two thumbs crossed, and heads back to Position Yoga vigorously dripping from her sex and thighs.
Brenna completes the remaining ten minutes of PY class, and they move to the next station. This area resembles a weight room and Brenna is led to perform sets of reps on different equipment. The unusual aspect is that most exercises are tailored to strengthen muscles not typically engaged in standard gyms. Brenna is then instructed to perform thigh presses that demand significant force to spread her legs wide and expand her hips. In addition, she uses a "thigh master" type exercise that focuses on her inner thigh muscles. Before the session ends, Brenna spends the remaining time in the Kegel gym zone - she is given a glass dildo with spherical bulbs inside and instructed by Mistress Jane to exercise her pelvic floor muscles. They have Brenna insert the dildo into her soaked vagina and repeatedly contract her pelvic floor muscles to hold the dildo in place at various depths while alternating positions on the mat. She's guided to maintain the dildo within her pussy despite the force of gravity to test her strength. Mistress Jane praises some of her efforts and admonishes her in others. Many phrases include "Ooops again! Hold tighter this time!" and an occasional sharp swat to her behind with a crop when she fails.
All the vaginal exercises have Brenna feeling highly aroused but not quite ready to climax. Her pussy's lips and clitoris are swollen and hypersensitive due to the workout.
The third station is guided sex toy sampling. Soon, Brenna lies back, fitted with hot pink nipple suckers and is driving a metal rabbit-like dildo into her clitoris and vagina. The cool metal offers perfect temperature play and Brenna is close to crescendoing. However, she's ordered not to ejaculate until receiving permission. Pauses are discouraged, and instructors are quick to urge students back into action. A woman climaxes loudly, and an overseer physically guides her to a distant corner for punishment. Brenna shudders, contemplating her fate and both longing and fearing painful spanking and possibly more. She strives to restrain herself from reaching climax while battling her desires. She lessens her dildo thrusting without stopping completely to try and delay her mounting pleasure. Brenna enters a meditative state, anchoring her feelings in her pussy and the surrounding environment's noises, and her mantras alternate between her sexualized moaning and "not yet, not yet" to curb herself from climaxing. After an extended period, a distant voice of an instructor yells:
"Well done, students! Cum now! F*ck hard until you reach climax! Filthy sluts can enjoy themselves now!"
A barrage of loud moans and shouts consumes the room, and Brenna shifts into the all-fours position, altering the angle of the dildo to line up with doggy style. A wave of ecstasy overtakes her body as she experiences a powerful orgasm.
As she gathers her belongings, Brenna fetches more water before proceeding with her final half hour of Nude Exercise. The room is filled with an unanticipated number of trainers. She's led to a mat and ordered to present herself, facing her teacher for this session. To her surprise, it's Master Gregory standing in front of her. He dons a tiny microphone attached to a sleek headset.
"Fate brings us together once more, girl," he greets her. "I'm more than eager."
"I'm excited to see you again, Sir," she replies.
A woman hands Brenna a pair of lightweight bone headphones, which she fastens on her head. This gadget allows the wearer to hear through them but also absorbs background noise. A loudspeaker at the front of the room broadcasts the voice of Mistress Jane. She's a tall, middle-aged, pale-skinned woman with modest breasts and a skinny waist. Her look is completed by a short spiked-up blonde haircut, massive earrings, and a tight, strapless leather dress with stilettos.
"Students, welcome to the concluding section of today's Nude Exercise course," she announces. "Those who strive for greater knowledge must perfect their oral skills. You'll be paired with a coach each. Your objective is to administer top-notch oral services, whether via fellatio or an intercourse of the mouth. Believe this period as your chaser before lunch! For 15 minutes, strive to make your superiors reach their climax, but do not be daunted by their resistance." The first two students to cause their tutors to climax within that time frame win a prize. Listen to and heed your instructor while equipped with a private communication system—it's customary to be deafening in there. I shall provide advice and insights alongside occasional customized and general recommendations."
She announces, "You may commence. The timer is near the front."
Brenna moves closer to the feet of Master Gregory. His physical appeal is undeniable, and his intense sexuality is palpable. She knows he's a stern dominant but grounded and reasonable. He's a stickler for rules. All the trainers have unique methods of addressing the pupils. While she finds every name a proud moniker, she's particularly thrilled by Master Gregory for frequently using her real name or "girl."
"Brenna, the wet spot on the floor before you signals your appetite for sluttishness. It's challenging to deny," Master Gregory comments. "I can't wait for that filthy mouth of yours to service me!"
"Mmmmmmm, Sir, yes, I am indeed quite wet. I experienced an orgasm at the plaything station, so that might be why," she purred.
"Then why don't you show me what your obscene mouth is capable of," he directs.
Wrapping her hand around the base of his leather pants, Brenna readsjusts the tight band and swiftly exposes his six-inch member. Giddy, she realizes she's exciting him. They share a foul language rapport. Gunning for his extensive collection, Brenna continues:
"Mmmm, Sir, aren't I lucky. Your masculine rod shines, rock-hard in front of me."
"Yes, girl," he urges. "Now, were your conflicting actions last night virtuous?"
Testing the waters, Brenna mumbles, "Perhaps, Sir..."
"I doubt it, Brenna," he clarifies menacingly. "I know your prurient vagina couldn't withstand the prohibition, and you're now hoping to get off unscathed, or perhaps you're already soaked in anticipation of your reprimand, which I promise will not be overlooked."
Chuckling defiantly, she takes his head between her lips and starts licking pensively, swirling her tongue against and beneath it.
His deep sigh and grip on her locks confirms his delight.
"Only me," he inquires.
"Yes, Sir, beginning with you and later.... Master Gregory, Mistress Bianca...and others."
All the instructors who seemed interested in you last night, you all blurt out...I knew you yearned to be used by numerous men all at once. I'm aware of your hidden and hesitant desire to be filled in both ends simultaneously...so where do I come into play in this fantasy, woman?
Brenna's breath hitches as she puzzles over how he knows all these details. He must have dug deep into your student records online. Master Gregory was in tune with your tuning fantasy and it got you hotter than ever.
"Mmmm... Sir... you, you... you were fucking my ass... but later, my pussy as well. You and Master Gregory switched...", she pants.
"Your forbidden passage! Oh my naughty slut girl, you long for me to fuck your ass!", he growls.
"Well Sir... I have been contemplating... and it made me so turned on... but now I'm grateful to suck your delicious cock", she hums.
She licks the pre-cum that forms on the tip of his shaft and relishes in its strong, salty flavour.
"Mmmmmmm... Sir, you taste so potent and delectable. I crave more!", she moans.
She takes his entire member into her mouth, coating it with her saliva as she increases her rhythm, bobbing her head up and down his whole length.
Mistress Jane's sudden advise to "Caress his balls and lick upward and downward the underside of his cock, 73" fills her headphones, and both her mouth and pussy respond simultaneously. Her pussy pulses and seizes, coating herself in moisture. Master Gregory approves and steadies himself by gripping her head. He opens his eyes to peer at her mouth gnawing on him and inexorably begins thrusting into her mouth.
Brenna gasps and chokes due to his firm impact on the back of her throat, but she hears a comforting guidance in her headphones to:
".....Inhale through your nostrils and swallow whenever he pushes against your gag reflex, 73. Keep swallowing, it will quell your gaging and welcome him even further in..."
She implements the Mistress's knowledge and immediately it aids in reducing her coughing.
"Ahahren, Brenna, such a skilful cocksucker! You imagine my cock in every single one of your holes, don't you, filthy girl! Unnghh....uhnngggg... damn... your... mouth... feels... so... hot" he mutters and peers at her mouth engulfing him and starts withdrawing slightly, holding back his climax.
Brenna gulps down his length in one motion, cups and caresses his balls with one hand, while she uses the other to rub her clit ferociously.
"....Getting turned on by this, you naughty girl, aren't you... Oh Brenna, you look so appealing with your mouth around it...ahhhhhh....ahhhhhh.... I'm about to explode my seed into your delightful throat!", he whispers hoarsely.
She groans in approval and encourages him with frantic squeals. He grabs her head and shoulder and erupts inside her mouth. Brenna relaxes her throat and swallows it down, opening her lips and tongue to present to him her cum-coated mouth. Master Gregory's eyes gleam with admiration.
"We have our winners! Students 73 and 31! Well done, you shameless sluts! You each get two tokens! Each token covers an enhanced meal at the vending machines or can be used as an orgasm without consent or against instructions, voiding the linked reprimand!"
Applause resounds and Brenna's heart thunders with excitement. She's aced at least a part of the class, and now holding two tokens in her hand, she could avoid that previous punishment. Yet, confusion flushes over her when considering if that's what she really desires. Despite already getting spanked and flogged by Master Eric this morning, she can't deny that the thought of being punished one more time before the day ends holds an appeal. She's fully embraced her role as a disobedient slut and cannot help but crave discipline.
Brenna says farewell to Master Gregory by thoroughly licking his soft penis to clean it. He releases her and she visits the vending machines, tentatively considering a proper birthday lunch in exchange for one of her tokens. It's a wise idea to keep one back, but hunger, the alluring sights of the meals on display, and Brenna's fresh discovery of a separate vending machine filled with desserts only, converge to lure her into a banquet. She made a few minor changes to blowjobs and their sounds, emphasis a bit.
She admits it against her will, but there's also a tantalizing longing deep in her womanhood when she chooses to willingly allow herself to face the impending punishment. Isn't it only someone incredibly wicked and promiscuous who would sign up for punishment instead of using a free pass to avoid it? With her sushi set and a slice of salted caramel meringue cake, Brenna walks with pride to the residential part of the building for lunch. She even ponders spending some time in the student lounge area. In an hour, Brenna must show up for Individual Instruction somewhere higher up, and her anxiety is through the roof...
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- Chapter 4: Text Analysis and Processing
- Rebecca Appreciates Diversity: Chapter 3
- Yesterday Evening in Barcelona Part 1
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