pretty redhead Master Anderson had spoken of, was standing in front of the class beside a muscular male. Both were completely naked.
Brie snuck a peek at Mr. Larson, who seemed to be scanning the classroom and making mental notes until he noticed the woman and his eyes opened wide in surprise. He shifted his feet, which inadvertently garnered the attention of the redhead. When their eyes met, a pink hue crept over Pamela’s face. She quickly turned back to face her classmates, pretending she hadn’t recognized him, and Brie didn’t miss the worried look in her eyes or the slight frown on her lips before she set them in a firm, straight line.
“Mr. Avery, please come up to the front of the class and name the anatomy of both sexes.”
One of the male submissives stood up from his desk and took the wooden pointer the teacher handed him. Brie smiled to herself, recalling when Boa had stood before her as she pointed to his impressive manhood while naming each part.
To Pamela’s credit, she showed the same confidence Boa had. Any sign of her earlier distress was gone as she focused on the back wall of the classroom, her head held high but at a respectful angle.
Brie stared at the woman unashamedly, admiring the beautiful contrast of her red pubic hair against her pale white skin. She suspected Mr. Larson was appreciating that triangle of curls as well, or perhaps that Mr. Avery was pointing out the pink areola of her breast near her very erect nipple. Mr. Larson surreptitiously loosened his tie before undoing the first button of his collar. The attraction he felt for her was obvious to Brie, and she couldn’t help wondering how things would play out between them when they met again outside the school walls.
The group was ushered out of the room once Mr. Avery had successfully named the various body parts of both sexes. Brie noticed that Mr. Larson was the last to leave and smiled to herself. While Master Anderson answered questions in the hallway, she casually glanced at Mr. Larson again. The man’s attention returned several times to the door they had just exited. Even though he hadn’t been taking written notes during the tour, he was obviously no longer making mental notes either. Master Anderson noted his distraction as well and winked at Brie.
The next stop on the tour was the row of practice rooms specially furnished and designed to accommodate specific kinds of play. “You will note that a fully functioning kitchen is utilized in our training as well. We want every graduating student to please their Master’s full range of appetites. I have seen firsthand that some of the submissives we train are in dire need of such instruction.” Master Anderson glanced briefly in Brie’s direction, chuckling loudly as he continued down the hall.
“And this is my crowning glory,” he announced as he opened the doors to the luxurious auditorium in the round. The dramatic reveal was met with appreciative whistles from the crowd.
“The practicums are the heart of this training program. It was important for me to invest accordingly. We have state-of-the-art lighting and sound systems, as well as fine leather seats for the students and trainers. If you look above the stage, you will notice a variety of equipment hanging from the ceiling, which is lowered for use as needed during training.”
“This is quite a remarkable set-up you have,” Mr. Larson stated, once again engaged with the tour.
“Thank you. It’s my belief that to create superior graduates, you must utilize superior equipment and hire only the best trainers. There’s no reason the Denver Academy can’t become as renowned as the Submissive Training Center in LA.”
For the last part of the tour, Master Anderson guided them to a large, open room with an impressive assortment of BDSM furniture and suspension equipment. “Unlike the training center in California, this warehouse is large enough to include a dungeon area especially designed for use of the
Brie snuck a peek at Mr. Larson, who seemed to be scanning the classroom and making mental notes until he noticed the woman and his eyes opened wide in surprise. He shifted his feet, which inadvertently garnered the attention of the redhead. When their eyes met, a pink hue crept over Pamela’s face. She quickly turned back to face her classmates, pretending she hadn’t recognized him, and Brie didn’t miss the worried look in her eyes or the slight frown on her lips before she set them in a firm, straight line.
“Mr. Avery, please come up to the front of the class and name the anatomy of both sexes.”
One of the male submissives stood up from his desk and took the wooden pointer the teacher handed him. Brie smiled to herself, recalling when Boa had stood before her as she pointed to his impressive manhood while naming each part.
To Pamela’s credit, she showed the same confidence Boa had. Any sign of her earlier distress was gone as she focused on the back wall of the classroom, her head held high but at a respectful angle.
Brie stared at the woman unashamedly, admiring the beautiful contrast of her red pubic hair against her pale white skin. She suspected Mr. Larson was appreciating that triangle of curls as well, or perhaps that Mr. Avery was pointing out the pink areola of her breast near her very erect nipple. Mr. Larson surreptitiously loosened his tie before undoing the first button of his collar. The attraction he felt for her was obvious to Brie, and she couldn’t help wondering how things would play out between them when they met again outside the school walls.
The group was ushered out of the room once Mr. Avery had successfully named the various body parts of both sexes. Brie noticed that Mr. Larson was the last to leave and smiled to herself. While Master Anderson answered questions in the hallway, she casually glanced at Mr. Larson again. The man’s attention returned several times to the door they had just exited. Even though he hadn’t been taking written notes during the tour, he was obviously no longer making mental notes either. Master Anderson noted his distraction as well and winked at Brie.
The next stop on the tour was the row of practice rooms specially furnished and designed to accommodate specific kinds of play. “You will note that a fully functioning kitchen is utilized in our training as well. We want every graduating student to please their Master’s full range of appetites. I have seen firsthand that some of the submissives we train are in dire need of such instruction.” Master Anderson glanced briefly in Brie’s direction, chuckling loudly as he continued down the hall.
“And this is my crowning glory,” he announced as he opened the doors to the luxurious auditorium in the round. The dramatic reveal was met with appreciative whistles from the crowd.
“The practicums are the heart of this training program. It was important for me to invest accordingly. We have state-of-the-art lighting and sound systems, as well as fine leather seats for the students and trainers. If you look above the stage, you will notice a variety of equipment hanging from the ceiling, which is lowered for use as needed during training.”
“This is quite a remarkable set-up you have,” Mr. Larson stated, once again engaged with the tour.
“Thank you. It’s my belief that to create superior graduates, you must utilize superior equipment and hire only the best trainers. There’s no reason the Denver Academy can’t become as renowned as the Submissive Training Center in LA.”
For the last part of the tour, Master Anderson guided them to a large, open room with an impressive assortment of BDSM furniture and suspension equipment. “Unlike the training center in California, this warehouse is large enough to include a dungeon area especially designed for use of the
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