Page 130 of Brie's Submission
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. Youarean 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 notrightafter 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?”
