Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (52 page)

“Got it. I promise to treat you like the
heartless bitch you are, Mary,” Brie joked.

“Fine. See that you do.”

Lea jumped on the couch and asked, “So,
Brie, are you really going to pick a Master on graduation day?”

“Absolutely. My heart has been torn into
pieces. For my sanity, I need to give myself to one Dom.” She
nudged Lea with her shoulder. “How about you?”

Her best friend’s ample chest turned a deep
shade of red, along with her face. Brie knew something was up.
“What’s going on?”

Lea fiddled with her corset as she talked.
“Ms. Clark kind of suggested I might be a good candidate for their
Dom training.”

“What! You, a Dom?”

Lea broke out in giggles. “No, silly. I
would help the Doms practice.”

“You have got to be kidding!” Mary
shouted.

Brie gave her the evil eye. The last thing
she needed was Mr. Nguyen knocking on her door and telling her to
keep it down.

Mary frowned at her, but spoke softly to
Lea. “You with all those Doms-in-training? In your dreams… They’ll
never accept you.”

Lea stuck her chin up. “Shows how much you
know. I’ve already been accepted. I start in two weeks.”

“Fuck me!” Mary snapped. “How did you manage
that?”

Lea grinned. “It pays to be nice.”

Brie shook her head. “Damn girl, you’re
lucky. Wish Ms. Clark liked me…”

Mary huffed angrily. “What some people won’t
do to get what they want.”

Brie tugged on a lock of her blonde hair.
“You’re just jealous. I can totally see you going down on Ms. Clark
if you thought it would get you what you wanted.”

“Yeah, well you tried it, and see how far it
got you.” Mary raised her eyebrow. “And just what do you think I
want anyway, Miss Know-It-All?”

Brie looked her over carefully. “I think you
are more like me than you want to admit. I bet you’re chomping at
the bit to be collared by some hunky Dom, but you’re too
chicken.”

Mary snorted in disgust. “Ha! Shows how much
you know. There is no way I would settle down with one Master. Not
when I have a whole world of Dominants yet to be explored.” She
waved Brie off dismissively. “I think you’re an idiot.”

“Oh, don’t hold back. Tell me what you
really think,” Brie said, laughing.

Mary sat down next to her, suddenly looking
serious. “No, you shouldn’t let anyone collar you at the graduation
ceremony. You’ve had so little experience. There are way better
Doms out there.”

“Are you kidding me? The Submissive Training
Center attracts the very best. I’m confident I’ve already met my
Master… I just haven’t decided which one.”

“Well, like I said, you are a fool.” Mary
got up to mix herself a drink.

Lea put her hand on Brie’s shoulder. “Even
though Mary is socially inept, I agree with her, Brie. You should
live a little before you settle down.”

“Et tu, Brute?” Brie complained. “I don’t
think either of you understand how hard this has been on me. I
need
to serve one Dom. It gets so intense sometimes, I feel
like I can’t breathe.”

Lea wrapped her arms around her. “If that’s
how you feel, then I’m behind you one hundred percent. Besides, I’m
curious about the collaring ceremony. It sounds so damn
romantic!”

Mary came back into the room. “It’s not
romantic. It’s more like a business transaction.”

Brie rolled her eyes. “You have no idea what
you are talking about. I imagine it being as romantic as a wedding,
but with a sexy element because of the D/s relationship.” She
literally shivered just thinking about handing her collar over to
her Master.

“I go back to my original observation. You
are
an idiot.”

Brie shot back, “And I go back to mine.
You’re just jealous!”

Lea put her arms around both women. “Girls,
girls, no need to bicker. Tell me, what did the naughty sub say to
her Master?”

Brie took the bait, knowing Lea was only
trying to help. “Okay, what did the naughty sub say to her
Master?”

“‘Who died and left you in charge?’”

On that humorous note, the celebration
ended. Brie watched her friends walk to their cars and felt a
momentary stab of pain.
This is it. Our last week of
training…

Lea turned around and yelled, “We’re going
to hang after graduation, right?”

Brie blushed. “Well, maybe not
right
after graduation. But soon, I promise!”

“I’m holding you to that, Stinky Cheese,”
Mary shouted.

“You do that, Mary the Mediocre!”

Mary gave her the bird. Brie laughed to
herself as she shut the door.
Man, I love my friends!

That Monday, the girls met in the commons
and lined up in front of the panel waiting for them. Unfortunately,
they were met with frowns.

Sir stood up and chastised them harshly.
“Did I not assign you rituals to be performed before each session?”
All three girls bowed their heads in shame. Brie had completely
forgotten about it over the weekend.

Mary immediately went to bow on the floor,
but Sir stopped her. “Too late. You are not allowed the privilege
now.” He added, in a severe but quiet tone that pierced Brie’s
shamed heart, “Do not forget again.”

He went on to explain the layout of their
last week before handing each girl an individual schedule for the
night. Brie’s first task would be to write down general questions
for the Doms she would interview on graduation day. Sir announced
that he would meet with her afterwards so they could go over her
questions together. She could barely contain her excitement.

When Brie had finished her long list of
questions, she got up and started towards Sir’s office. He met her
halfway down the hallway and directed her back to the commons. She
wondered why, but dutifully followed behind Sir.

They sat down at a table across from each
other. Sir looked deliciously hot in his white button-up shirt,
which was rolled up at the sleeves as if he was ready for business.
She tried to avoid looking into his intense eyes, as she knew they
would render her speechless if she dared to peek.

Although it was a mock interview, Brie felt
frightfully nervous, as if she were really interviewing Sir as her
potential Dom. He could sense that, or it was written all over her
face, because the first thing he said was, “You can calm down now,
Miss Bennett. I’m simply going over your questions with you.”

She felt her whole body flush and picked up
her paper in self-defense, beginning with her first question. “How
old are you, Sir?”

He nodded. “That’s an acceptable
question.”

She stared at him. When he didn’t answer,
she asked, “So?”

“What? You want me to answer that?”

“Please, Sir. It’ll help me excel when I do
the real thing.”

He raised his eyebrow, but acquiesced.
“Thirty-three.”

“I see…” She quickly did the math and
realized he was eleven years older. She imagined Sir as an
eleven-year-old boy, holding her in his arms as a tiny little
infant. It was an amusing image, and she snorted.

“Yes?”

Brie bit her lip and looked back down at her
paper. “How long have you been a Dominant?”

“A fine question. Gives you an idea of their
experience level.”

She rested her chin on her hand while she
waited for his reply.

He growled in irritation, but she could tell
he was amused. “Miss Bennett, is this really necessary?”

“It is, Sir. I am going to be making an
important decision, maybe the most important decision of my life,
and I need to feel prepared. Just going over my list of questions
isn’t going to make me feel confident about the interviews later
this week.”

He stared at her for several seconds before
answering. “I’ve taken the lifestyle seriously for eight years
now.”

“Thank you.” Brie put the paper up to her
face so he couldn’t see her smile. “Hmm… Do you like animals?”

“What?”

She put the paper back down. “I’ve heard
that Doms who like animals are more likely to treat their subs
well.”

“What, did you google that?”

She looked sideways, blushing at his
sarcasm. “Of course.”

“Scratch it off your list. You only have
thirty minutes per interview, so keep it simple and to the
point.”

Brie crossed out the question and moved to
the next. “What made you decide to pursue the Dominant
lifestyle?”

“A worthwhile question.” He looked her
directly in the eye. Did he know she had trouble concentrating when
he did that? “In my twenties I realized I had a natural affinity
for discovering a woman’s unspoken desires.” He smiled at her, and
Brie stopped breathing due to its sheer radiance. “In case you’re
curious, I was not abused growing up, nor do I take pleasure in
beating women. I simply enjoy exploring a woman’s sexuality to its
fullest.”

Please, Sir, explore mine!

Brie forced herself to breathe. “Are you
interested in a twenty-four seven, total power exchange or a casual
relationship?”

“Important question to ask. However, I am
not interested in a relationship at this time, Miss Bennett.”

Brie prodded him, “Fine, but if you
were
…”

“A full-time relationship.”

She was happy to hear it. “If you could
change one thing about yourself, what would it be and why?”

“Scratch that.”

Brie dutifully crossed it out without an
argument. “Classical or rock?”

“Irrelevant. Scratch it off your list as
well.”

“What do you do for a living?”

“Necessary question. I am an administrative
consultant.”

“Does it pay well?”

Sir cleared his throat. “I have no
complaints.”

Brie looked at her list and realized he
wasn’t going to like most of her questions, so she skipped over a
majority of them. “What kind of relationship do you have with your
mother?”

“Brie.”

“What?”

“Simple, to the point. I haven’t heard a
question about your film career.”

“Wait, I have one.” She skimmed down the
page. “Here it is. How do you feel about your sub working outside
the relationship?”

“Ask instead, ‘Would you support my career
as a film director?’”

“Oh, that’s much more direct.” She quickly
wrote the question down and then waited for his answer.

He gave her an exasperated look, but
responded, “I would support such a career choice…not that it
matters.” He glanced at his watch. “We need to end this session. Go
over your questions tonight, make sure they are specific and give
you the answers you require. Also, leave room for an intimate
encounter with each Dom. Being able to compare three applicants
side by side is an unparalleled experience. There have been several
past submissives who were able to make a definitive decision after
such a comparison.”

“Do we have time for that, Sir? For practice
purposes, naturally,” Brie added with a playful grin.

His eyes suddenly became distant, his voice
cold. “I expect you to go over your list tonight and weed out the
waste.” He handed her a piece of paper. “Here are the vows spoken
at a collaring ceremony. I suggest you memorize them.” He glanced
at his watch again, stating, “It is time you meet with Mr. Gallant.
Leave now.”

Brie was shaken by the sudden change in him.
She nodded meekly as she got up and left the table. The man was an
enigma.

Brie stopped at the entrance to Mr.
Gallant’s classroom. She hesitated for a second before dutifully
untying her corset, but he stopped her. “Miss Bennett, that is
unnecessary. I am your teacher. The ritual is only meant for your
trainers.”

She quickly retied it, feeling embarrassed
by her mistake, but that changed as soon as he gestured her to a
chair with a smile. She sat down directly in front of his desk. It
was strange being the only student in class, and she had to shake
off the loneliness.

Mr. Gallant began, “Normally, I would hand
you an evaluation by your Dom from the previous Auction Day.
However, our time tonight is extremely short. In a nutshell, Mr.
Wallace noticed that you struggled with his authority early on, but
stated the problem resolved itself. He rated you a ten
overall.”

Brie hid her smile.
A ten, huh?

Her tiny but commanding teacher then got up
from his desk and handed Brie a different packet. “You will be
filling out the same questionnaire you completed when you enrolled
in the course. Take time to answer the questions thoroughly. It
will help us to structure this last week more effectively.”

Brie took the packet, feeling discouraged.
It would take forever to fill out. Mr. Gallant then went back to
his desk and opened a drawer, then pulled out Brie’s fantasy
journal. A smile spread across her face when he placed it on the
edge of her desk.

“After you are done with the questionnaire,
I would like you to write down your last fantasy for us. Something
a little more edgy, this time.”

Brie’s eyes widened at the prospect. Writing
in her fantasy journal was always a treat, but the way Mr. Gallant
had made it sound, the journal entry for this week was going to be
used in a scene. She went to open the journal up, but he stopped
her. “No journaling until the packet is complete.”

Ah, the carrot…

She dutifully opened to the first page of
the packet and began filling out the numerous questions. Instead of
being a chore, it was fascinating. She had changed a lot as a
person in a short amount of time. Brie giggled when she came across
the part where she had to rate different BSDM activities. She
remembered marking anal sex and caning as two things she had not
wanted to try. This time around, she marked both ‘Like’. Less than
six weeks ago, she had been scared of African American men, due to
her traumatic experiences as a child in public school, but Baron
had managed to change that. Fear of the unknown also had no power
over her. She now embraced and
wanted
to experience the
unknown. Four years in college hadn’t produced the kind of results
her six-week course had.