Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (28 page)

Lea lifted her glass up again and growled,
“What? Do you have to make a joke about everything? Brie just asked
you a serious question.”

Mary snapped, “I
am
being serious,
damn it. And if you give me a hard time I’m going to punch one of
your fake boobs!”

Brie quickly scootched her stool in between
the two of them. “Okay, so how did an old Christmas movie make you
want to become a pharmacist?”

Mary huffed irritably before answering. “You
know the scene where the pharmacist accidently gives the wrong
medication that could have killed the child? Well, when I saw that
growing up, I knew that’s what I wanted to be because I would
never
make that mistake. In my mind, a dedicated pharmacist
is an unsung hero.”

“I definitely never thought of it that way
before,” Lea commented, sipping her drink instead of splashing it
over Mary.

“But aren’t you too young to be a
pharmacist?” Brie asked, knowing it took years of extra
schooling.

“I graduated early.” She shrugged
indifferently. “It’s not a big deal if you’re smart and
motivated.”

Brie looked at her rival with more respect.
“Who would guess an old black and white could inspire someone’s
life?” She stared directly into Mary’s eyes, wanting her to know
she was being sincere when she added, “I don’t think you should be
embarrassed about your reasons for wanting to be a pharmacist. It
shows an intriguing side to your character.” Brie clinked her glass
against Mary’s and took a sip.

Lea leaned in, instantly changing the
subject. “So, what do you guys think of Marquis Gray?”

“It’s easy to see what
you
think,”
Mary said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t think we aren’t aware of all
those lusty stares you give the man.”

“Am I that obvious?” Lea asked in
concern.

Brie nodded. “The only reason I consented to
a flogging was the way you looked at him after he ‘punished’
you.”

Lea blushed a nice shade of pink, all the
way down to her overabundant cleavage. “Oh, but he does know how to
whip a girl. I’m grateful for any session I get with Marquis.”

Brie shuddered pleasantly, remembering her
own experience. “He
is
quite talented with the flogger.”
Then she frowned and added, “Although…his dark eyes scare me. It’s
as if they see straight into my soul and discover things even
I
don’t know about myself. It’s freaky.”

Mary grumbled, “I don’t know what is wrong
with that man. He hasn’t shown any interest in teaching me, and I’m
obviously the one who wants what he has to offer.”

Brie was afraid to share her thoughts,
knowing how sensitive Mary was about her past. She was certain
Marquis Gray didn’t want to train Mary until she had worked through
the unresolved issues stemming from her violent childhood.

Lea jumped back in and asked, “What about
Ms. Clark?”

“She’s a bitch,” Brie answered.

“Hear, hear!” Mary lifted her glass.

Lea looked uncomfortable and took a quick
sip of her drink.

Brie’s eyes widened. “No
way
!”

“No way, what?” Mary snorted.

Brie shook her head in disbelief when she
asked, “Lea, you don’t have a crush on Ms. Clark, do you?”

Lea grinned and shrugged. “What if I do? Ms.
Clark is hot! I mean, you saw her blonde pussy up close, Brie.
Isn’t that the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen? I was so jealous
when Sir asked you to join her on stage.”

“Are you kidding me, Lea? Eating her was one
of the hardest things I’ve ever done.” When Brie saw her friend’s
hurt expression, she quickly added, “But she does have a damn cute
pussy.”

“If you’re talking hot then you must be
talking about Sir,” Mary purred. “That man… Finest cock I have
ever
had.”

Brie felt her jealousy rise up like bile.
She was about to rain down her feminine fury on Blondie when Lea
spoke up. “You may have had Sir’s cock, but it’s easy to see Brie
has his heart.”

Mary sputtered, “You’re wrong. Sure…he may
have had a thing for her…but it’s over and done. Heck, he barely
looks at her now.”

Good,
Brie thought. At least Mary was
clueless about their true feelings. Maybe the trainers were equally
oblivious.
Well, all of them except Marquis Gray.

Desperate to change the subject, Brie
mentioned Master Coen. “Have you ever seen so many muscles
before?”

Mary took the bait and commented, “Shit, he
looks like Mr. Universe. I just wanted to lick all those muscles
when I was on top of him.”

“You know, I don’t think he is all that
sexy,” Brie told her. “Sure, I like muscles, but not
muscles
. It’s too much.”

“Are you nuts?” Lea asked, her jaw hanging
open. “Of all three men, he is the best looking. Whenever he takes
his shirt off, I almost come.” She wiggled in her seat playfully.
“Seriously, every time.”

“To each their own, I guess,” Brie answered,
smiling into her glass as she took a sip. She wasn’t sure how
either girl could think anyone held a candle to Sir.

Lea seemed to know it was pointless to argue
about Sir with Brie, so she asked, “What do you think this week’s
classes are going to be about?”

“You got me,” Brie replied. She looked at
Mary, who didn’t say a word. The girl downed her drink and signaled
the bartender for a new one. Both Brie and Lea could tell she was
keeping a secret, and bugged her relentlessly until she spilled
what she knew.

“You two are irritating like little
Chihuahuas—yip, yip, yip. Fine. Enough already, I’ll tell you. I
overheard Ms. Clark talking to Marquis Gray. I think we’re going to
have a week of bondage.”

Brie’s heart did a flip.
A whole week of
bondage?
It was a dream come true! Up to this point, she had
only experienced light bondage, but the thought of diving deeper
made her loins wet. “Are you sure?” she asked, not wanting to be
disappointed.

“Clark was speaking about bondage to him
after class on Thursday. She said something about not pushing one
of us too far. Marquis Gray seemed to disagree. Something tells me
one of us is going to have
quite
a week ahead…and I’m hoping
it is me.” Mary signaled again to the bartender, looking impatient.
“You guys need another?”

They both declined, but Lea remarked, “I
think you could drink both of us under the table.”

“No doubt. You two are pussies.” Mary gave
the bartender a flirtatious wink when she finally got his
attention, and Brie couldn’t help noticing John’s lustful
stare.

“This one’s on the house,” he announced when
he handed Mary her new drink.

“Thanks, Hotcheeks,” Mary purred.

John grinned as he walked to the other side
of the counter to take care of a regular. Although Brie had often
flirted with John and considered him
her
bartender, it
appeared he preferred blondes.
Figures…

Lea watched the exchange and then looked at
Brie knowingly. She leaned over and asked, “Wanna know what I
heard?”

“What?”

She said in a solemn voice, “Continually
blowing out the candle your Dom lights during wax play can have
negative results.”

Brie cracked a grin. Lea was always good for
a joke. “Oh, yeah? Well, I heard that when your Dom drops his whip
it’s unwise to sing, ‘Missed me, missed me, now you gotta kiss
me.’”

Lea broke out in genuine laughter and Brie
joined in, reveling in their easy friendship. When they’d quieted
down, both looked over at Mary, waiting for her to add to the
jovial moment. Mary shifted in her seat, looking upwards as she
tried to pull something out of her head. “Okay, okay, I’ve got one.
I heard that adding Sir or Mistress to ‘Are you fucking kidding
me?’ may be interpreted as a death wish.”

“Nice,” Lea complimented. “Oh, that’s a
definite keeper.”

When it was time to leave, Brie invited both
girls to her place to film their thoughts about that past week for
her documentary.

“Are you insane?” Mary bristled. “There is
no way I would let you record me. Go to hell.” Her response didn’t
necessarily surprise Brie—that girl was all kinds of closed
doors.

“Suit yourself, Mary,” Lea answered
gleefully. “I can’t wait to find out all the juicy details of
Brie’s time with Doctor Harris.”

“Oooh, and I can’t wait to find out what
having a Domme is like.” Brie turned to Lea and asked, “What
was
she like, anyway?”

“I’m not saying a word until we get to your
place.” Lea grinned at Mary impishly. “Ta-ta, Mary. You don’t know
what you’re missing.”

The two headed to her apartment, leaving
Mary behind. On the drive there, Brie reflected that Blondie still
had a long way to go before she would truly be one of the team, but
tonight had been a decent start. Mary’s line of, “Are you fucking
kidding me, Sir?” would play in Brie’s mind from now on whenever
she wanted to say no to her Doms.

Even better was Mary’s revelation that this
week they would be focusing on bondage lessons. Brie quivered in
excitement at the delightful opportunities waiting ahead.

The Call of the Rope

As Brie walked towards the Training Center
on Monday, she shook her head. Blue Eyes—her pet name for Todd
Wallace—was there at the front door again. He’d been there every
day, waiting for her and, just like the times before, he pushed
open the door and let her pass with a simple, “Good evening, Miss
Bennett.”

She nodded and tried to walk past him, but a
crowd of students rushed through the door, propelling her against
his chest. She noticed Todd had a manly smell—one that inspired a
feeling of intense sexuality. It made her heart flutter. She
mumbled a quick apology without looking at him, then headed towards
the elevator as quickly as her six-inch heels would allow.

Once the elevator doors had closed, Brie
took a couple of deep breaths to calm her rapidly beating heart. No
way was she going to let that boy complicate her life. She had
plenty of experienced Doms to tease and please her. A lowly
business student didn’t stand a chance against them.

By the time the elevator doors opened, she
had regained her composure.
Now for the real fun!
she
thought as she walked into Mr. Gallant’s classroom. She waved at
both Lea and Mary as she sat down. It felt a little strange to see
Mary’s lips curve upwards in an attempt at a smile. It wasn’t
natural; even Mary seemed to think so, and her ‘smile’ quickly
disappeared.

Mr. Gallant cleared his throat and started
class before the bell, as per the norm. “I was pleased to see your
ratings from this last auction. It’s an improvement over last week,
and highlights your continued progress. Well done, ladies.”

Mr. Gallant handed Brie her evaluation
first. “Another seven. A nice, solid performance, Miss Bennett.”
She took the packet but waited to look through it, wanting to hear
the other girls’ scores.

“Miss Wilson, Sir Thomas gave you a six. A
marked improvement over last week.” He handed out the last one to
Lea. “Ms. Taylor, you also received a six from your Domme, Mistress
White. Please look over their ratings and learn from them.”

Brie looked through the pages. ‘Beautifully
unwilling, but unfailingly obedient. Focused on pleasing her
Master.’ ‘Deep-throat skills above expected.’ ‘Found her to be a
fascinating individual able to hold an intelligent conversation, as
well as my cock in her mouth—lovely.’ Brie searched through it
again to find her weaknesses, but only found, ‘Throat was
irritated, should rest for a couple of days.’

She was curious as to why she had only
received a seven if he’d had no complaints. Her question was soon
answered when an assistant walked into the room and handed Mr.
Gallant an apple.

Her teacher looked at it curiously, and then
walked over to her desk and gave it to Brie. “Apparently, Master
Harris wanted you to have this.”

She took the red apple tied with a black
bow, noting it had a small card bearing her name attached. She
opened the envelope and read the contents.

Miss Bennett, enjoy the apple. It is my
little reminder for you NOT to irritate your throat for another
twenty-four hours. Doctor’s orders. I personally would have rated
you higher, but it is frowned upon at the Center. (We wouldn’t want
new subs to get big heads.)

Brie blushed and slipped the card into her
coat pocket.

“What did he say?” Mr. Gallant asked.

“He wants me not to deep-throat today
because of my irritated throat.”

Mr. Gallant frowned slightly. “Odd… Miss
Bennett, do you feel a deeper connection was made between you
two?”

Lea gasped softly. Brie looked over in her
direction, suddenly aware of her friend’s feelings towards the good
doctor. Lea hadn’t mentioned anything, but it was easy to read on
her face now.

Brie answered Mr. Gallant truthfully. “No,
I’m not into doctors and he knows that.” She could see Lea visibly
relax. How adorable that her friend had a crush on Master Harris.
She could see the two making a good pair because of their shared
sense of humor and similar tastes in kink.

“I will begin the class, then. I want to
start by asking the same question I did last week. Do you think
there is such a thing as the ‘perfect sub’?”

Lea raised her hand and was quickly called
on. “Yes, I believe if I work really hard I can become the perfect
sub.”

Mr. Gallant turned to Brie. “Do you agree,
Miss Bennett?”

Her heart said yes, but she knew better
based on the tone of his voice. “No.”

He raised an eyebrow. “And why not?”

Crap!
So much for faking it. She
stalled for time as she scrambled to produce an intelligent answer.
“I believe you can work hard to improve your skills. If you do
that, you will succeed in being proficient…” She sneaked a peek at
Mr. Gallant. His eyebrow was still raised, as if he knew she was
bullshitting. “However, being the perfect sub…” She had to dig
deep, but then it came to her. “No, there is no such thing.”