Page 11 of Brie's Submission
Sir was silent until they were inside his office. He shut the door behind her before asking, “What are your thoughts?”
“I am having a paradigm shift, Sir. Everything that I thought I knew about myself seems to be wrong. Is this real, or am I deceiving myself because of the new environment?”
“I told you to follow your instincts. Have you been doing that?”
She shrugged. “Yes, but what does that prove?”
“Who you truly are is made clear when you respond instinctively.”
“But why wouldn’t I know myself better by the age of twenty-two?”
He graced her with a charming grin. “You haven’t been with the right people or in the right situations.”
Brie looked down at the floor. “I feel so confused right now.”
“Did you enjoy tonight?”
“Yes.”
“Brie.” It was the first time he’d called her by her first name. “I believe you are a rare commodity. You long to please the man you are with, no matter who he is. Now I want to test the limits of what you will do for him.”
Having Sir speak to her so positively made her uncomfortable. For some reason, it was easier to be criticized than to be praised by him. “I would hate to disappoint you, Sir.”
“Be yourself and you won’t.”
Brie nodded, relieved nothing more was required of her.
He asked, “Are you ready to finish your first day of training?”
She looked up at the clock and saw that there were less than thirty minutes left. “Yes, Sir.”
They made their way back to the auditorium. Before they entered, Sir leaned towards her and said in an intimate whisper, “I will be the one to take your virginal bottom tomorrow.”
Brie stopped in her tracks. The rush she felt was disconcerting. She forced herself to continue following him, but she stumbled in her shoes. He did not reprimand her, but she silently screamed at her shoes,I will fucking conquer you!
She stared at Sir exclusively as he recapped the evening’s events and asked the panel of instructors to share their final thoughts. When midnight rolled around, Sir spoke to their dwindling class.
“Congratulations, submissives. You have survived your first day of training. We started with six and are now down to four. Look around you. I predict that after tomorrow, at least one of you will be gone. Get some rest—I promise tomorrow will be even more thrilling than today.” Sir looked at Brie briefly, with a hint of a smile on his face, before he walked out of the room.
His smile did Brie in. She was consumed with the thought of being possessed by Sir. Tomorrow couldn’t come soon enough.
Making an Impression
Brie woke up and immediately put on her six-inch heels as per the instructions of her teacher, Mr. Gallant. On her first day at the Submissive Training Center, she’d made a bad first impression by stumbling around. She was taking her homework assignment seriously, determined not to let those damn shoes embarrass her again.
While teetering on the impossible heels, she made a pot of coffee and ate a simple breakfast of toast with a sunny side up egg on top. Unfortunately, she rolled her ankle when transferring the egg from the stove onto her plate and felt a shooting pain travel up her leg. She ignored it—the shoes would not get the better of her. Her goal was to impress Sir.
He’d promised that tonight would be their first time together as Dom and submissive. The butterflies she felt just thinking about it made food difficult to swallow. After taking only a few bites, she threw her breakfast in the trash and got dressed for work.
When she entered the tobacco shop, Mr. Reynolds coughed loudly and said, “Um, Brie, what’s going on?”
“What?”
“You’re overdressed for this place.”
She looked down at the simple white blouse and purple skirt. Neither was remarkable, so she figured the shoes made the outfit seem sexier than it was. “Just felt like being a little different today.”
He was staring at her legs in a way he never had before. It gave her a thrill, even it if was only Mr. Reynolds. “You might cause a few heart attacks among our older clientele,” he commented before walking off.
