Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (21 page)

Breathe, girl, breathe.
She was
imagining his light touch on her skin. Could he read her
willingness in her eyes?

“Are you worried about Miss Wilson?" he
asked.

She shivered a little, because there was
something that was bothering her. “Sir, will Mary really be forced
to tell us what happened? Shouldn’t something that painful be kept
private?”

“The three of you must learn from each
other. It is part of the strength of this program. Yes, she will
share the details from her past that caused her to react so
violently tonight, but she will be instructed on how much needs to
be revealed. You are a collective now; it is imperative you learn
as a unit. Consider it a submissive sisterhood of sorts.”

She nodded, not breaking eye contact with
him.

His eyes traveled to her collar and she felt
a warm burn around her neck. “Anything else you would like to
discuss, Miss Bennett?”

Her voice trembled. “Sir, I—”

He put his hand up to stop her. “We must
keep to our roles. I am your trainer and you are my student. Your
future depends on remembering that.”

She blurted it anyway, despite his warning.
“I am glad you were my first, Sir.”

He looked down at his folded hands and said
nothing. Each ticking second that went by broke her confidence.
Maybe she had misread his intentions.

“If that is all, you are dismissed. Tell the
panel I will join them after I finish the paperwork.”

Brie stood up and turned, a single tear
falling down her cheek as she walked away. Had she just been a
conquest for him?
I’m such a fool.
As she headed towards the
door, she straightened her back and lifted her head a little
higher.

“Brie.” Her name on his lips was like
honey.

She turned, discreetly wiping the tear away.
“Sir?”

“I am grateful, as well.”

“I’m thrilled to hear that, Sir,” she
whispered.

He nodded, and then picked up the pen on his
desk and began to write. She walked down the hallway, trying to
contain the utter joy she felt. She concentrated on her walk to
calm herself down. The damn heels were starting to feel like a part
of her, and she just loved the way they clicked on the tiled
floor.

When she returned to the commons, she saw
that Mary had rejoined the group. She had a peaceful expression on
her face and looked more relaxed than Brie had ever seen her. It
was a pleasant look for Mary.

After Brie had delivered Sir’s message, she
sat down between the two girls. Mary tensed and growled under her
breath, in typical Blonde Nemesis fashion.

Marquis Gray stood up. “We have kept you
longer than we’d intended due to tonight’s unusual circumstances.
You have a full day of rest tomorrow. We expect you to take time to
reflect on this past week. We will read over your Doms’ evaluations
and base this coming week’s curriculum around what we
discover.”

He looked at each of the girls, but focused
specifically on Brie. Once again, she found his dark eyes
penetrating her soul. Was he trying to gauge the extent of her
interaction with Sir? She hoped her calm exterior gave nothing
away.

His eyes narrowed as if he suspected
something, but he didn’t comment on it. “We will see you Monday,
then. Come prepared for a thorough critique. You are
dismissed—except for you, Miss Wilson. We would like to speak with
you privately.”

Lea and Brie stood up and smiled at each
other. Brie was planning to ask Lea to join her at her apartment
for a little nightcap. Maybe Lea would even agree to be filmed and
they could both share their individual fantasies for her
documentary. One thing was certain, it was going to be a late
night, full of girly fun and plenty of giggles.

She looked back at Mary and actually felt a
pang of sympathy. That poor woman had suffered through a difficult
experience, and now she was being forced to stay after hours to
discuss it. It surprised Brie to realize that she cared about the
bitch.
Who would have guessed?

Just as the elevator doors closed, Brie saw
Sir sit down with the panel. She held her breath, hoping he would
look in her direction, but he didn’t. She understood that he
couldn’t.

Damn, graduation day seemed a lifetime away.
She forced herself to concentrate on the week that lay ahead, a
week that promised new lessons and a ton of sexy adventures.

Anatomy of the Mighty Shaf
t

Lea had not left Brie’s apartment until four
in the morning. They’d been having way too much fun discussing
their training experiences to call it a night until it was close to
dawn. It had left Brie so exhausted that she’d slept until noon the
next day. Her time spent with Rytsar had been an extraordinary gift
that still permeated her being the moment she woke. The Russian
Dom’s take on her warrior fantasy had been something she would
cherish forever. It was hard to believe that just a week ago she’d
been bemoaning her boring life, but now…life couldn’t be more
thrilling or challenging.

She got out of bed and immediately bent over
in pain.
Oh, crap!
She ran to her calendar and counted out
the weeks. Shit, her body was like clockwork. Now what was she
going to do? Missing five days of training would be totally
unacceptable.

She grabbed her laptop and emailed the
Submissive Training Center. Thankfully, Rachael answered her an
hour later.

Dear Miss Bennett,

Thank you for emailing me about your
concern. Rest assured we are quite aware of our students’ cycles.
If you recall, it was one of the questions on your application.
Keep in mind we have been doing this for twenty-five years and have
it down to a science. This week’s curriculum will not require
vaginal penetration.

Your classmates happen to be in sync with
each other and are a week later than you, so that week has been
planned out as well. (Now you have a better understanding of why we
keep the classes quite small.)

You will not miss any training, so I humbly
suggest you enjoy your day off and not let it concern you
further.

If you have any more questions, please don’t
hesitate to email or call.

Sincerely,

Rachael Dunningham

Brie felt a surge of relief, but she
couldn’t help wondering what the week’s curriculum would involve if
there wasn’t going to be any pussy action.

She spent the day pampering herself with the
movie
9 ½ Weeks
, a pedicure and Chinese takeout. In the
evening, she recorded an addition to her latest training session
for the documentary she was making. She specifically addressed her
reluctance to obey Rytsar over a simple command, because Marquis
Gray had insisted it was important.

Brie looked directly into the lens. “Why was
I hesitant? Well…it’s so private. I don’t know. It felt weird
having him stand in the bathroom. I realize it’s not
really
a big deal, but I balked. It wasn’t until my Dom looked cross with
me that I pulled down my panties. I can’t tell you how thankful I
was when he left the room so my shy bladder could release.” She
sighed and shrugged. “I guess I just won’t think about how exposed
I feel if it happens again. Seriously, if my Dom wants to use it as
a power play then, just like Ms. Clark said, it’s a harmless enough
request.” Brie snickered at the camera. “Although imagining mean
ol’ Ms. Clark peeing for Rytsar cracks me up!” She giggled as she
turned off the camera.

****

Monday morning came far too soon. Even
though she was looking forward to her evening classes, getting
through another tedious day at the tobacco shop was pure torture.
There was also the added pressure of knowing they were going to be
rated by their weekend Doms. What if Ms. Clark was right and she
had highly overrated herself?
Master Coen and Ms. Clark will
never let me live it down.

“Brie, what’s wrong with you today?” Mr.
Reynolds asked with genuine concern. “You’ve put all the cigarettes
in the wrong spots. You’ll have to redo them all.”

She gave out an irritated sigh. Stocking the
cigarettes wasn’t even her job, but Jeff was on vacation in Florida
with the owner of the shop. In fact, all of the employees except
Mr. Reynolds and Brie were sunning themselves in Florida. She noted
it was another reason
not
to hire family when running a
business.

She pulled the cigarettes off the shelves
and started over, apologizing to him. “I’m sorry, sir… No, I mean,
Mr. Reynolds.” Brie felt heat rise to her cheeks. Calling anyone
else ‘sir’ felt wrong, no matter how she meant it. He looked at her
oddly, but let it pass.

Brie was extremely grateful when her shift
was over. She raced home to get ready for class and arrived at the
Training Center fifteen minutes early. She was shocked to find Blue
Eyes at the entrance of the school, apparently waiting to talk to
her. He held out his hand and formally introduced himself. “Hi, my
name is Todd Wallace.”

She hesitated and did not immediately shake
his hand. Seeing him here was disconcerting, considering the last
time they’d met he’d called the cops to rescue her from a supposed
kidnapping.

He chuckled self-consciously. “I want to
apologize again for this weekend. I never meant to embarrass
you.”

She smiled slightly and took his hand.
“That’s okay. I appreciate that you were looking out for my
welfare.”

He seemed relieved and gave her a crooked
grin. “I didn’t realize there is another school on this campus.
So…you’re studying to be a submissive?”

She burned with—what? Guilt? Shame? It was
the first time someone from outside the school had known what she
was doing. Well, she had no reason to feel ashamed, so she
answered, “Yes, I am currently enrolled in the Training
Center.”

“That’s great… I mean, I never knew such a
thing existed until I checked the website.”

She knew exactly what Blue Eyes had found
when he’d clicked on the website—all kinds of erotic photos of
women in various BDSM poses. The last thing she needed was a total
novice thinking he had a chance with her.

“Well, I can’t be late for class.” She
brushed past him and hurried to the elevator.

Mr. Gallant was preparing for his lesson and
acknowledged her with a slight nod. She sat down and waited
patiently for the bell to ring. Her eyes were riveted to the papers
lying on his desk. Those had to be their evaluations. She hoped he
would keep the contents of them private, but knowing the school’s
emphasis on teaching the girls as a unit, she suspected everyone
would know how she’d rated with Rytsar Donkova.

She let out a nervous sigh and Mr. Gallant
glanced up at her. “Anything wrong, Miss Bennett?”

She graced him with a tense smile. “Just
curious about my evaluation, Mr. Gallant.”

He nodded his head in understanding, but did
not relieve her fears by reassuring her.

Both Mary and Lea entered the classroom at
the same time. Once they were seated, he began the class—a full
five minutes before the bell.

“I know you are all curious to know what
your Doms thought of you, so I won’t drag it out any longer than
necessary. However, I have a question I want you to ponder before
you look over your evaluations. Do you believe it is possible to be
the
perfect
sub?”

Brie would have answered yes, but the tone
in which he’d asked the question made her think it was the wrong
answer.
But why couldn’t a submissive become the best at
everything?
Surely, it had to be possible—it was her single
driving goal.

He handed Lea her evaluation first. “Master
Harris gave you an overall rating of five. Very good, considering
your three days of training. Please look over the individual points
so you can identify your strengths and weaknesses.”

He walked over to Mary next. “Tono Nosaka
chose not to give you a final rating because of your episode.
However, he did comment on those elements he experienced with you.”
If Blonde Nemesis was embarrassed, she sure didn’t show it. She
took the evaluation and calmly glanced through it.

Mr. Gallant walked over to Brie last. “Miss
Bennett, Rytsar Donkova gave you a rating of seven. Very unusual
considering your level of training and his expertise. Note the
areas of weakness and seek to improve on them.” She was stunned
when he gave her a little wink as he handed the paper over. Mr.
Gallant was proud of her, and it thrilled her to no end.

Suck on that, Ms. Clark!
she thought.
As she studied the evaluation, Brie was humbled by Rytsar’s
comments. “Great potential. Attractive presentation. An
enthusiastic fuck. Played her part well, but with an individual
flair.” But it was his negative comments that stayed with her.
“Resisted a simple command. Severely lacking in oral skills.
Ignored her Master in the initial car ride from the school.”

Brie burned with shame. She’d always thought
she was good at giving head. To be criticized for severely lacking
in that department was humiliating. She was also mortified to
realize she’d obsessed over Tono purchasing Mary when she should
have focused solely on her Dom. It didn’t matter whether he had
been paying attention to her at the time or not. Rytsar had been
right to call her on it.

Mr. Gallant spoke up after giving them
several minutes to digest their evaluations. “You were told that we
would focus this week’s training around your evaluations. After
reading through them, it is quite obvious you three are beginners
when it comes to oral skills. This week we will have to start with
the basics.”

Brie actually sighed with relief.
At
least we all suck. Well…we suck, but not very well.