Page 124 of Brie's Submission
“What exactly did you do?” Marquis asked, clearly interested.
“Umm…basic, animalistic sex. We did play a game first. A guessing game that included a blindfold and certain items I had to identify.”
“I wouldn’t have suspected you liked it that rough, Miss Bennett,” Master Anderson commented.
“I’m a bit surprised myself.”
Sir followed up by asking, “Based on your rating, I assume it’s something you would entertain again?”
She blushed and stammered, “Ah…only with the right Dom, Sir.”
He answered with a simple, “I see,” but the way he said it was odd. She wasn’t sure how to take those two words, and was surprised when all five trainers wrote down something on their paper.
Ms. Clark asked the standard question: “Is there anything you would change about the encounter?”
Brie answered with a straight face, “Well, having a rug would have been nice. The marble was a bit hard.”
Mary snickered softly, causing Ms. Clark to instantly turn on her. “Do not encourage such insolence!”
Ms. Clark ordered Brie to look her in the face. Brie felt queasy as she lifted her eyes to the Domme’s. The look of disgust and anger was hard to take.
“Such a flippant answer has only one recourse—the stockade.”
Brie silently groaned. It was true. She had not treated Ms. Clark with the respect she was due, but this was their last auction night together. All Brie wanted to do was head out of the door with Mary and Lea.
“Please, Mistress Clark. I’m sorry if I sounded flippant.”
“You did notsoundflippant, youwereflippant. Speak again and I will increase your punishment.”
Brie nodded and sighed inwardly. She hoped desperately that the other two would wait for her. She needed her time with them.
Master Coen addressed the group. “This was your last auction. Next week, we will be introducing you to the community. It is a formal affair. I advise you to buy clothes suitable for the occasion.”
“What sort of clothes, Master Coen?” Mary asked.
“Clothes that would please a potential Master, of course.”
His words made Brie’s heart stop for a second.My Master…
Marquis Gray spoke next. “You will have the option to present a symbolic collar to the Dom of your choice, but keep two things in mind. One, you do not have to pick a Dom. In fact, we would discourage it. It would be wise to give yourself time to circulate. Second, even if you are certain you have found the Dominant you wish to partner with, he has the right to refuse you.”
Brie’s jaw dropped.
Marquis continued, “To prevent that from happening, we will allow you to meet with up to three Doms during the gathering. If, at the end of the night, you still want to present your collar, you will be given the chance to do so.”
Sir added, “Whether you choose to present your collar or not, take advantage of the three meetings. It is an opportunity to quiz Dominants you are interested in, and you are allowed to engage in private activities, if you so desire. You will have no better chance to interview potential partners.”
It kind of reminded Brie of speed dating, with a BDSM twist.
“Are there any questions?” Sir asked.
Lea spoke up. “Can we change our minds partway through the night if we decide not to present the collar?”
“At any point you may change your mind. This is a personal decision. Do not feel pressured—it’s simply an opportunity afforded you at the ceremony.”
There was no question in Brie’s mind about presenting a collar. She was desperate to commit to one Dom, but the problem was she wasn’t sure which one yet. Having her heart stretched in so many directions was killing her inside.
“If there are no further questions, you are dismissed.”
