Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (59 page)

He put the pen down and gazed at her. “The
choice is up to you. You can partner with a man you obviously have
a connection with or a Dom who has the same desire to grow. Trust
that instinct of yours, Miss Bennett. You cannot make a wrong
choice if you do.”

How could he deny his feelings for her? Brie
wondered if there was something she could do at the ceremony, but
he interrupted her thoughts. “If someone were foolish enough to
present me with a collar, I would be forced to reject it.”

She stared at him in misery.

“It is important to concentrate on the
viable options afforded you, Miss Bennett. Don’t allow anything to
distract you from that decision.”

“But Sir, I…”

He held up his hand to silence her
declaration of love and then pointed to the collar around her neck.
“It is no longer needed. Come.” He gestured to the floor at his
feet.

Her body was leaden as she got up from the
chair and bowed before him. She closed her eyes as he unfastened
the collar. She felt a chill as the warmth of the leather was
replaced by the coolness of the air and a sob escaped her lips.

He placed it on his desk and said quietly,
“You may leave. You have much to consider tonight. I will explain
to the others that you were unexpectedly called away.”

She stood up unsteadily.

“Miss Bennett, this is for the best.”

Somehow, Brie made it out of his office, but
she stumbled in her six-inch heels. She angrily ripped them off her
feet, throwing them across the hall with a growl. Then the tears
came. She pressed her face against the wall, sobbing
uncontrollably.

She heard him clear his throat several times
and held her breath, staring at the open door, hoping he would come
for her. When that did not happen, she slowly picked up her shoes
and walked to the classroom to retrieve her coat and purse. In a
trance, she left the Center and headed home.

When Brie made it to her apartment, she
walked inside without turning the lights on. She collapsed on the
bed with her hands covering her ears in a feeble attempt to shut
out the world.

****

She woke up the next morning to bright
sunlight and a feeling of hope. Then she remembered the night
before and her joy faltered. She focused on the wax mold Tono had
created of her. Despite the fact Sir could never be hers, Brie did
have two men she cared for.

There was no doubt she loved Tono. Just
thinking about him gave her pleasant shivers. A relationship with
Tono would be full of amazing sex, delicious bondage, and maybe
even a side career in Kinbaku. He respected and loved her, and she
him. Truly, in every way he was a perfect choice.

Then there was Faelan. She laughed when she
thought of Blue Eyes. He was young like she was, as well as
determined and innately talented. He had an adventurous spirit and
the wildness to challenge Brie beyond her comfort level. That
excited her. His dangerous component and the animal chemistry they
shared made him a viable option. They could learn and grow as one,
doing God only knows what to each other. A match made in
heaven.

Brie sighed. Unfortunately, both Doms also
had their drawbacks.

Tono was a Kinbaku master. That meant his
expertise was limited. Not only that, but he had a kind soul. She
couldn’t see him picking up a cane and giving her convincing whacks
with it. What if there came a time she needed that?

Faelan, on the other hand, was young, and as
inexperienced as she was. Brie hadn’t decided yet if she loved him.
It could be a case of animal magnetism and nothing more. Plus, she
didn’t like the fact all the submissives at the Center wanted the
new Dom. Brie desired an exclusive relationship—no harems
allowed.

At least she still had the interviews. She
felt certain comparing the two side by side would help her make a
definitive decision.

Brie spent the day preparing her body for
the graduation ceremony. She went to a salon and got her hair and
nails done professionally. She handed the hairdresser a beautiful
comb she had picked out especially for the evening. It was a silver
and gold abstract representation of a wolf; a symbol of Faelan.

When she got back to her apartment she began
to dress in an outfit she’d assembled specifically to attract her
Master. Brie held up the scarlet corset covered in black lace. It
had cost her more than a hundred dollars, but was definitely worth
it. Once she’d put it on, the enchanting corset showed off her
shapely figure, but didn’t cut into her skin when the laces were
pulled tight. She slipped on her expensive hose and attached them
to her lacy garter belt. The hose were a sheer black material that
shimmered in the light. Her skirt came next. It was a black lace
micro number that swished against her butt cheeks when she walked.
She had also chosen a golden chain that hung around her hips
seductively.

Brie twirled in front of the mirror. Nothing
said sex and class like the color black, but it was the scarlet of
her corset that made her deliciously alluring.
Oh, yeah! Come to
me, Master…

A few minutes before she left, Brie put on
her shoes. She’d gone with the traditional six-inch height, but
these shoes were stunning. They were all black except for the
heels, which were ornately decorated with metallic gold. Totally
hot!

There was only one more piece needed to
complete her look. Brie carefully slipped the bracelet onto her
forearm. The gold dragon wound around her arm seductively and gave
her a slave girl image she liked. Naturally, the dragon was her
symbol for Tono.

Neither Dom would suspect she held a piece
of each of them for luck. She glanced in the mirror one more time…
Perfect
.

The school parking lot was jam-packed when
she pulled up. Apparently, tons of people from the D/s community
had come to celebrate the latest graduates. Brie suddenly felt shy
and sneaked around the back.

She walked through the empty hallways until
she saw Lea. Then she made a beeline towards her, hugging Lea from
behind. “Can you believe it, girl?
We
are graduates!”

“I know!” Lea grinned, turning around to
look at her. “To think of all that we’ve been through to get to
this point. And did you see how many Dominants came to check us
out?”

“Oh… Is that why so many people are here
tonight?”

“Ms. Clark said that half the people are old
alumni and the other half are Doms looking for a partner.”

“I guess you’re going to have fun
tonight!”

Lea turned her around several times, looking
her up and down. “Wow, Brie. You look incredible.”

“So do you, Lea,” she said, complimenting
Lea’s purple, fairy-like outfit with a wide scoop neck that showed
off her ample bosom.

“No, seriously, Brie… You look
stunning.”

She shrugged. “How else should I look for my
Master?”

“Have you decided then?” Lea asked in a low
whisper.

Brie shook her head. “Not yet, although I am
definitely leaning in one direction.”

“I bet I know who it is!” Lea answered,
giving Brie a tight squeeze.

Brie was about to ask Lea which one she
thought when Mary came up, looking drop-dead gorgeous in a latex
catsuit. The woman had the right body to fill out every naughty
curve. “Still planning to ruin your fun, huh?”

“If you are asking if I still plan to get
collared tonight, the answer is yes.”

Mary’s smile turned into an ugly frown.
“Well, I always knew you were an idiot. Now the whole D/s community
will know it as well. Me? I plan to shop around. I’ve heard there
are a few foreigners lurking about tonight. I plan to get me a
little of that action.” She slapped Brie’s face playfully. “So
should you.”

Three of the trainers came to the back area
to talk to the graduates. Each had been assigned a specific girl to
watch over for the evening. Luckily for Brie, Marquis Gray was her
escort. She was surprised to see a submissive standing beside him.
She was an older woman with long, black hair and pale blue eyes.
Marquis introduced her to Brie. “Miss Bennett, this is my
submissive, Celestia.”

So, Marquis Gray was never an option. How
conceited am I?

Brie took the woman’s hand in hers. “It is a
pleasure to meet you, Celestia.” She wanted to add, “You lucky sub,
you!” but just smiled and squeezed Celestia’s hand lightly.

Marquis informed Brie, “Tonight you will be
spending time with the D/s community at large. Feel free to speak
with whomever you want. People are here to celebrate your
accomplishment as well as to meet you in person. You have thirty
minutes before I ask who you want to meet with first.”

“Thank you, Marquis Gray.”

“Headmaster Davis will announce each of the
graduates in turn, starting with you. Stand beside him and then
move to the left when he calls the next name. Once all three of you
have been introduced, you will be free to socialize.”

Brie waited for her name and entered the
large commons on cue. She was stunned at the number of people
crowding the elaborately decorated room. The commons looked grand
and elegant. Leave it to the Submissive Training Center to send
their subs out in style.

She stood next to Sir. It wasn’t as hard
being near him as it had been in the past. Knowing he could never
be hers had tempered her feelings somehow. She smiled serenely as
he announced her name to the community and added, “As many of you
know, this class of submissives graduated with the highest overall
scores in our school’s distinguished history. Miss Bennett was head
of her class.” There was a polite round of applause.

When it died down, Sir took her hand and
shook it twice, saying, “Well done, Miss Bennett.” His expression
was one of pride but no intimacy. He let go and then announced
Lea’s name.

Brie moved to the left, where Mr. Gallant
handed her a plaque and shook her hand warmly. “Well done, Miss
Bennett. We are all proud of your unrivaled success.”

She bowed and whispered, “I couldn’t have
done it without you, Teacher.”

He blessed her with a proud smile and then
readied himself to hand Lea her plaque. Brie stood there,
discreetly looking over the crowd. She saw Tono standing alone,
looking devastatingly handsome in his dark suit. His midnight hair
covered his left eye in a devilishly flirtatious fashion. Any
reservations she’d felt about him disappeared when he smiled.

After the short ceremony had ended, the two
of them walked towards each other as if drawn together by a magnet.
His hand caressed her cheek as he leaned in and murmured, “You are
stunning, toriko.”

She pressed her face into his hand, looking
deep into his brown eyes. “You take my breath away, Tono.”

“Exactly the response I was looking for,
little slave. Will you dance with me?”

It was strange to have this new dynamic
between them. They were not playing a scene and this was not a
training session.

She took his hand and he led her out to the
middle of the floor, placing one hand behind her back while
grasping her right hand with the other. He guided her around the
dance floor in a fluid motion. Brie was pleasantly surprised she
could stay in step with him simply by looking into his magnetic
eyes.

“I have a surprise for you.”

She grinned. “Oh, what? I love
surprises!”

He nodded to a small man standing off to the
side. A man who was watching them with scary intensity. “My father
has come from the homeland to meet you.”

Brie hadn’t made her final decision yet and
stammered, “Tono, I am not a hundred percent sure I can make a
decision tonight.”

He chuckled lightly. “It’s okay. My father
insisted on being present at your graduation. I have spoken so much
about you that he wanted to see your rare beauty for himself.”

She sighed as she looked at the unsmiling
man.

Tono lifted her chin to bring her back into
connection with him, before twirling her around and lightly
catching her in his arms. She let the crowd fall away as Tono swept
her into his rhythm. “I will be asked to meet with you tonight,” he
stated, rather than asked.

Brie pressed her cheek against his chest.
“Of course, Tono.”

“May I ask who else?”

She hesitated to answer, but looked up and
smiled. “I only plan to ask one other.”

“The boy?”

She stifled a giggle. Funny to think that
the other Doms had nicknamed Todd ‘the Boy’. It wasn’t the first
time she’d heard it. Brie had a suspicion Todd Wallace would
quickly change their tune. “Yes, Tono, the other meeting will be
with Faelan.”

He did not mince words. “Do you love the
boy?”

She looked down at their feet and became
distracted by the graceful way they moved together. “I do feel
something for him,” she muttered softly.

He continued dancing but said nothing. When
the music stopped, he guided her over to his father. Brie tried to
keep her composure, relying on her basic sub training—eyes to the
ground and the body in a pleasing but respectful position.

Tono bowed low before his father and said,
his voice ripe with respect, “
Otosama
, this is Miss Brianna
Bennett.”

She bowed and waited, with her eyes glued to
her toes. Only silence followed, but she could feel the old man’s
gaze on her as he studied her carefully. His callused fingers
grasped her chin and he lifted her eyes to meet his. He had the
same chocolate brown eyes, but they were cold; not like Tono’s at
all. She struggled not to shiver against his hand.

The old man pushed his nose to within an
inch from her face and stared into her eyes as if he were searching
for something specific, something he could only see upon closer
inspection. She allowed his invasion, hoping he would find what he
needed to approve of her.