Brian's First Day of Submissive Training

Brian’s First Day of Submissive Training

By

Red Phoenix

Brian’s First Day of Submissive Training

Copyright 2014 by Red Phoenix

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Book cover design by CopperLynn; Phoenix symbol by Nicole Delfs

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales are purely coincidental.

Adult Reading Material

Disclaimer: The material in this book is for mature audiences only and contains graphic sexual content. It is intended only for those age 18 and older.

CONTENTS

The Invitation

Homework

Class Begins

The Second Practicum

Brian’s Breakthrough

About the Author
Red Phoenix

A fun little treat adapted from my first novelette

Brie’s First Day of Submissive Training

When I wrote this, I thought, “What would have happened if Brie had been born a man, instead of a woman, and she/he met Sir at the tobacco shop?”

This is what resulted.

.

Two men who are normally attracted to females find themselves curiously drawn to each other…

Enjoy the entertaining alternate universe where Brian and Sir explore their hidden desires.

I found it to be a surprisingly sexy read as I penned it.

~Red

The Invitation

Brian put the money in the register and slammed it closed. It was another dull day in the tiny tobacco shop. This was so
not
what he wanted for his life. He’d gone to college and studied for four long years to get his degree in film, only to find that it would open no doors for him here in Hollywood. It was all about who you knew or who your daddy was. Four years and thousands in debt—and for what? To work full-time in this little tobacco shop day after day, making his homemade movies on the weekends and hoping for a break.
Pathetic.

He ran his hand through his hair. It was one of those days when his curly brown hair refused to cooperate. Luckily for Brian, his unruly hair looked casually hot. Well, at least that was what he’d convinced himself.

“Brian, don’t forget to put out the new cigarettes. Several people complained about having to wait while we searched for their brand,” Mr. Reynolds called out from the back of the shop.

It was technically Jeff’s job, but the lazy shit never did anything. All the grunt work fell on Brian’s shoulders because he was reliable. What a horrible thing to be. Being labeled as ‘the reliable one’ meant that he was stuck doing everyone else’s job. Brian didn’t hold it against his boss, Mr. Reynolds, though. The old man wasn’t responsible for hiring the staff. The owner did that, and he mainly hired people within his family (which Brian was not). To his credit, Mr. Reynolds gave him a satisfactory raise every time his evaluation came up. Still, he always got stuck taking up the slack.
It sucked.

Brian bent down and began opening the boxes to shelve the cigarettes. The sound of a man clearing his throat caused Brian to look up.

He was startled to see a strikingly handsome couple standing before him. The woman had long, red hair and the most tight-fitting leather outfit Brian had ever seen. Somehow, the lady didn’t look cheap in the hot little outfit. No, this woman oozed confidence and sex appeal. Very classy.

The man, however, unsettled Brian.

The gentlemen’s intense gaze seemed to go right through him. He was tall and striking, with short, brown hair and chiseled facial features. However, it was those eyes that commanded Brian’s attention.

“Could I have a pack of Treasurer Cigarettes?”

Brian smiled apologetically. He knew they were some of the most expensive cigarettes made. “I’m sorry. We don’t carry those here.” The cigarettes were almost forty bucks a pack and the little tobacco shop did not serve that type of clientele.

The man looked around and nodded. “Satisfy my curiosity and tell me what brand is in the box over there.”

He pointed to a box just out of his reach. Brian bent down and opened it up. He chuckled when he saw what was inside. “Sorry, mister, these are just Marlboro Lights.” He stood up and turned to face the gentleman.

Brian caught the stranger staring at his butt. It was embarrassing and uncomfortable. Well, somewhat uncomfortable. Well, it was kind of cool the guy thought he was sexy…but that wasn’t the way Brian rolled.

The man raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly, giving Brian an odd thrill.

“Do you have any Fantasia Cigarettes?” the stunning redhead asked.

Brian grinned at her. “Now
those
we do carry.” He reached up to get a pack off the top shelf and handed it to the woman. “Is that all?”

“Do you like it here?” the man asked in a low, charming voice.

Why was he asking?

“Not exactly,” Brian answered, but his heart started racing at the thought that this might be his lucky break. The gentleman could be some big-time producer who wanted to give this little tobacco shopkeeper a chance.

“I’m not surprised. You don’t look as if you belong here.” The man put a hundred-dollar bill on the counter.

“I’m sorry; I don’t have change for that.”

He shrugged. “No matter. I don’t need the change.”

The gentleman lightly stroked the length of his girlfriend’s arm. It looked so sensual. Brian wished he had a girl of his own to be intimate with like that. The man caught him staring at them. Brian quickly glanced away, berating himself.
How pitiful am I?

The redhead picked up the cigarettes gracefully and slipped them in her purse. She took her lover’s arm and smiled up at him. “Thank you, Sir.”

Brian thought it a little odd that the woman had called the guy ‘sir’, but the man kissed her hand tenderly. “I’m sure we can find a way for you to repay me.” They walked out of the store without looking back.

Brian watched them leave, feeling unsettled that he wished he could trade places—not with the man but with that woman. He looked down at the counter and saw Benjamin Franklin staring up at him. His heart raced again. Would it be okay to pocket the money when ‘Sir’ obviously had wanted Brian to have it? He rang in the price of the cigarettes and hesitated before picking it up.

Underneath the bill was a business card. Brian took a closer look and read:

The Submissive Training Center

25 Years of Excellence

He looked down at the bottom and saw a phone number and website address. Brian wondered if the guy had accidentally left it behind, so he stuffed it in his pocket just in case the gentleman returned. Brian stared hard at the money before he put it in the till, deciding to talk to Mr. Reynolds about it. The change from a hundred-dollar bill was
not
worth his reputation.

When he got home after work that night, Brian fished out the business card. Out of curiosity, he typed the web address into his laptop. The screen that popped up looked exceedingly professional. The organization appeared to be a community college of some sort. He pressed the information link and his jaw dropped.

The pictures at the top of the screen showed men and women in various B&D poses. One girl had her hands tied behind her back, and she was kneeling before a man dressed in leather. Another picture had a male facing the camera, but Brian could just see the swell of his naked ass. The woman behind him was holding an unusual whip and looked as if he were about to take a swing.

Brian quickly exited the site, shocked by what he’d seen. Why would the man carry around a business card like that and why would he give it to Brian? He shuddered when he thought of the dude checking out his ass and was extremely glad he hadn’t kept the money.

He went to bed with those images still etched in his mind. Although he was tired, he couldn’t sleep. Eventually, curiosity got the better of him and Brian grabbed his laptop, bringing it to the bed. He revisited the site, wanting to check out the rest of the pictures. Even though he found them shocking, seeing people in those various poses was exceedingly hot.

There was one position in particular that Brian found intriguing. The man’s wrists and ankles were bound to a table. He was dressed in leather that barely covered his manly parts. His legs were spread wide open, and there was the hint of another person just out of reach of the camera. What struck Brian was the look on the man’s face. He was looking at the unseen person with an expression of anticipation and lust. For whatever reason, that picture really turned Brian on.

He looked through all of the information on the website. Apparently, people could take a six-week ‘course’ and learn how to become a skilled submissive. It seemed such a strange thing to study, and he wondered what possible benefit there was to becoming proficient at something like that.

Brian found a link to reviews of the program and read, ‘My life has changed since taking the course. I have found my true calling and have never felt more alive.’

He figured the woman must have been a social misfit to begin with, so he continued reading to see what others had to say. ‘I never would have met my perfect Dominant if it hadn’t been for my training. He says I’m the best submissive he’s ever had. Thanks a million!’

Finally, he found what he thought was more of a negative review. ‘Taking this course helped me understand that submission is
not
my thing. At least I didn’t waste years of my life trying to be something I’m not.’

Brian went back to the photo of the man bound to the table. If he was totally honest with himself, what he really wanted was to be that man…

Against his better judgment, Brian wrote an enquiring email to the Training Center. Before he could have second thoughts, he hit the send button. As soon as he’d done so, Brian groaned loudly.
Great, now they have my email address.

He couldn’t settle down that night, worried about the email he’d sent, even though part of him looked forward to getting a reply. Brian fantasized that he was on the table, with the man at the tobacco shop as his partner. He played with himself, but felt too much guilt to get off. He was unable to get a restful sleep because of it and woke up irritable the next day.

Unfortunately, Brian had to wait until after his shift to check for a reply. He was thrilled when he found an email from the Center.

Dear Mr. Bennington,

Thank you for your enquiry. Our campus is on the bottom floor of a larger school. The same institution runs both. As you probably read on the website, the Training Center has been running for over twenty-five years. Unlike most learning institutions, we guarantee complete satisfaction. If you are not happy with the training received, you are entitled to a full refund. We believe that strongly in what we do here.

The tuition is five thousand dollars for the six-week course. If you are unable to pay the amount, I suggest you apply for our scholarship program. I will include an application form in the packet. To apply for the program itself, you will need to provide your mailing address. There is an extensive questionnaire you must fill out, as well as a required homework assignment.

If you are accepted into the school, you can expect to start immediately. The classes take place every night from seven until midnight on weeknights and from three until midnight on Saturdays. The rigorous schedule allows us to pack as much as possible into the six-week span.

You asked what the benefits are of taking our exclusive training. Our program is the best of its kind. We like to think of ourselves as providers of Geisha training for submissives. Our students learn the art of submission, but they also learn their personal limits.

It is a safe environment where students are given the tools and experience to fulfill their submissive tendencies. Of note: our graduates are sought by respected Dominants around the world because of their extensive training. Truly, it is a unique opportunity.

Let me know if I can be of further service to you.

Sincerely,

Rachael Dunningham

Brian felt a prickling sensation after reading the email. It was the feeling he got whenever he stumbled onto something big. He spent the rest of the night googling information on submissives and Dominants. Some of what he read disturbed him, but the majority of it made him want to investigate further.