Page 12 of Brie's Submission
Brie stifled a grin. A pair of shoes could make that kind of difference?I never knew…
She moved about the tiny shop more than usual, practicing her grace while walking. She had to slow her movements and as a result, everything she did felt more sensual. She even caught Jeff checking her out on several occasions. The lazy little shit suddenly became helpful, handing her merchandise with which to stock the shelves. It was amusing, but the boy was uncouth enough to stare at her ass without shame. She had to shoo him away.
Unfortunately, all of her practice left her feet excruciatingly sore by the end of her shift. Every step was so painful that she worried about stumbling just as badly as the first night.
The submissive training started at seven PM and lasted until midnight. She was required to wear a school uniform which included—of course—the damn shoes.
Brie applied her makeup with care and added a few extra curls to frame her young face. She wanted to look irresistible for Sir. They were going to couple that night in the most intimate of ways. He had promised to take her anal virginity and although the prospect was intimidating, the thought of having Sir as her partner made her wet with anticipation.
Not wanting to be late, she arrived at the Training Center fifteen minutes early. It took longer to walk to her class because of her aching feet. To her credit, she still moved with grace and made it to Mr. Gallant’s class before the bell rang.
Sadly, there were only four girls now. Two had quit during the first day of training because the lessons had proved too challenging. She knew the first few days of training were designed to weed out any casual submissives, and wondered what this session would bring.
Brie looked around the room at the remaining women—Sanders (the small brunette with a secret whipping fetish), Blonde Nemesis (Brie’s rival), and Ms. Taylor (the girl with the perky fake boobs). Based on what Sir had said the night before, at least one of them would leave the program by the end of the night. She wondered which of the three it would be, because there wasno wayit was going to be her.
Mr. Gallant started class five minutes before the bell rang. “As with last night, we have a lot to cover, so let us begin.” The wiry little man walked around the room, observing the students carefully as he spoke. “You may think that being a submissive is purely a sexual act, but you would be wrong. Whenever a sub is in her Dom’s presence, every movement, every word, even her eyes should convey her respect for the Dom. It doesn’t matter where she is or what she is doing.”
Brie raised her hand. When he eventually called on her, she asked, “But what if you are in public? Are you still supposed to bow and call him Master?”
“That would be foolish, unless your Dom has specifically asked you to behave in that manner. Normally, there is a different protocol depending on the environment. It is something you should discuss with your individual Doms.”
Brie thought back to the beautiful redhead who had been with Sir at the tobacco shop. The only thing that had seemed odd between them was that she’d called him Sir. Otherwise, the two had seemed like an ordinary couple.
Mr. Gallant continued, “Tonight you will be learning basic commands and rules of etiquette. Although we will teach you what is commonly expected, your Dom’s particular preference is the only thing that matters to you.”
Blond Nemesis blurted her question without waiting to be called on. “So basically, we just do what we’ve been trained to do unless our Dom says differently?”
Mr. Gallant paused before answering, “Don’t assume anything. Why take the risk of displeasing him or her?Alwaysask your Dom when in doubt.” He moved over to her desk and said in a subdued voice, “By the way, Miss Wilson, you must raise your hand and wait to be called on in this class. Another such outburst will not be tolerated.”
Brie smiled, enjoying her rival being properly chastised in front of the class. Mr. Gallant frowned. “And you, Miss Bennett, must learn to keep your feelings to yourself.”
She was sure the other girls were silently laughing at her expense.
Hell, I deserve it,she thought, appreciating the irony of the situation. “I’m sorry, Mr. Gallant. It won’t happen again.”
He accepted her apology with a curt nod and added, “You should be supporting and learning from one another during the next six weeks. Anything less is a waste of this valuable opportunity. Have I made myself clear?”
Brie thought it was unfair that he was picking on her when Blonde Nemesis was the real problem. However, she took his reprimand to heart and bowed her head. “I understand.”
He said kindly, “Miss Bennett, when you are in my class you will look me in the eye. I am your teacher and you are my student, no different than any other teacher you’ve had.”
She raised her head and he gave her a hint of a smile. Then he turned to the rest of the class. “However, you are expected to behave quite differently outside this classroom. When you are in the presence of the other Dominants you donotmake eye contact.”
He’d saidother Dominants. Did that mean he was a Dominant himself? She’d expected as much. What would it be like to be under the power of a man like that? She doubted he was sadistic, but he was certainly imposing despite his small stature.
Brie was thankful Mr. Gallant couldn’t read her mind. He continued the lesson without interruption. “Eyes will be kept downward at all times, unless you are being directly spoken to by the Dom in charge of you.”
She started sweating. It would be far too easy to accidentally look into the eyes of other people. It was an ingrained habit of hers. She couldn’t trust people unless she did. This new task might prove harder than walking in the damn shoes.
Mr. Gallant broke her train of thought with his commanding voice. “During your first practicum today, you will be working on proper body language. Every part of your body needs to express your submissiveness, things as simple as the placement of your arms and hands. I should not see anyone cross their arms or close their fists. Your lips should remain slightly open and supple at all times. Even the tilt of your head matters. Constantly ask yourself, ‘Is my body communicating openness and willingness to please?’ He pointed at each girl. “Why don’t you check yourselves right now? Is your body open or closed? Adjust accordingly.”
Brie noticed her legs were crossed, so she uncrossed them and sat up straight. She relaxed her mouth a little and put her hands on the desk in front of her. Mr. Gallant nodded towards her and then turned to the girl with perky boobs. “Ms. Taylor, you must sit up straight at all times. Slouching is a sign of disrespect.”
The girl blushed and sat up quickly.
“Miss Sanders, even if your eyes are down, you should always turn your head towards your Dom or trainer so he or she knows you are being attentive.”
The tiny brunette had been looking at the cuticles on her right hand. She put her hands in her lap and answered, “Sorry, Mr. Gallant.”
