Free Brian's First Day of Submissive Training by Red Phoenix Page A

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