Page 164 of Brie's Submission
Rytsar growled loudly. “Peasant.”
Sir answered in mock disgust, “Aristocrat.”
The muscular Russian laughed as he smacked Sir hard on the back again. “Come join me later tonight. You know where.” He turned his attention back to Brie. He took her hand and turned it palm up before planting a sensual kiss in the center. “Choose wisely,radost moya.”
With that, he left with Sir, who escorted the entire entourage out—the impressive Rytsar and his three beefy bodyguards. When they were out of earshot, Lea whispered appreciatively, “Damn…”
“Yeah,” Brie replied.
Lea asked to look at Rytsar’s gift and dug the handcuffs out of the box, holding them up for a better look. “Girl, he couldn’t have come up with a better gift for a sub who likes bondage.”
“Yeah, yeah, put it back,” Brie ordered, feeling embarrassed by the expensive gift.
“Oh, no, you have to wear this. It’s far too pretty to keep inside a box.” Lea took the key attached to the cuffs and opened one up, looping it around the chain on Brie’s waist. She stood back to admire her work. “Yes, now you are utterly irresistible.”
Brie looked down and swung her hips, listening to the pleasant jingle of the cuffs. It did look like a lovely accent piece. She looked up to thank Lea, but saw that her friend had moved over to talk to the Sheik and his five comely harem girls.
Rachael Dunningham took the opportunity to step over and talk to Brie. “Hello, Miss Bennett. I want to let you know what a pleasure it has been to work with you.”
“No, thank you, Rachael. It was your helpfulness and professionalism that convinced me this school was legit. If it weren’t for you, I never would have enrolled.”
“Speaking about enrollment, you might be happy to learn that the young lady you emailed about has contacted the school. Candy Moore will be starting the next session in two weeks.”
Brie was thrilled by the news. “Rachael, that’s absolutely wonderful! I’ve worried about her ever since that day on the bus.” She gave Rachael a big hug, and then another for good measure. “I’ll start payments next week.”
Rachael smiled amiably. “No need. She has procured a sponsor.”
Brie leaned in close. “Can I ask who?”
“Normally, we don’t divulge such information. However, you have a vested interest in the girl so I don’t see any harm. Mr. Gallant is paying her tuition.”
Brie glanced over to where Mr. Gallant stood with his arm around the waist of his submissive wife.What an extraordinary man.
“Please do not let him know I told you. He’s an excruciatingly humble person,” Rachael warned.
“Duly noted,” Brie answered, but she couldn’t help staring at the short yet imposing Dom. She had always admired her teacher, but Mr. Gallant truly was a man above all men.
Marquis Gray motioned Brie over and announced, “It is almost time. Are you ready?”
Brie nodded, confident in her decision. Of the two men, she knew whom she wanted to serve, despite her reservations.
Marquis guided her to a separate room that held a small, round table. The table was elegantly dressed in red velvet with an exquisite collar in the center. The silver piece was delicately engraved. Brie lightly touched the pearl that hung in front. Even more enchanting was the heart-shaped lock that fastened in the back. Beside it lay an intricate key on a chain. The key would be worn by her Master.
“You will wait here until your name is announced. Stand beside Headmaster Davis and he will speak a few words to the community. Once he gives you permission, you will walk up to the Dom of your choice and kneel before him, holding up the collar and key. If he accepts your offer, a formal Collaring Ceremony will begin. During the ceremony, you will give your vows to one another and your Master will place the collar around your neck, accepting you as his submissive.”
Brie felt the butterflies start just listening to his instructions. In a few minutes, she would be kneeling before her Master. She took a couple of deep breaths to calm her nerves and then smiled at Marquis Gray. “This is it.”
“Yes, pearl. Your time has come. Embrace it with courage and don’t look back.”
“I will…Master.”
He gave her a crooked smile. “Master to you no longer.”
She heard Sir’s strong voice outside the room. “As a graduate, each submissive is given the opportunity to partake in the Collaring Ceremony. This year, one submissive has chosen to do so. Miss Bennett, present yourself to the community.”
Marquis offered his arm and escorted her out. She made her way to Sir with her eyes downcast and her poor heart beating like a snare drum. Once she was at his side, she knelt down, facing the community, and waited for him to begin.
“As is tradition for our school, a submissive who feels she has found her Master at the end of the course is allowed to present a ceremonial collar to the Dom of her choice. If accepted, a formal collaring ceremony will immediately follow.”
