Page 194 of Brie's Submission
All of the girls answered at once, making it impossible to understand them. He chuckled lightly. “I see… I expect that each of you is putting forth your best effort.”
Sir addressed Brie last. “Come, téa. I have something special for you.”
She loved that he called her by his pet name in front of the others. It emphasized her new status. Brie shivered in pleasure when he placed his hand on the small of her back. “Good evening, ladies,” he stated as he led Brie out of the room. She felt the jealous glares as she left, but she didn’t mind—not one bit.
“Did you enjoy your time with the other subs, téa?”
She looked up at him and smiled. “It was good to see Lea, Master. I’ve missed her.”
He chuckled. “You two are unusually close. It was pleasant to watch as you were training. I appreciated when you brought Mary into the fold.”
Brie snorted in disgust.
“Do not be so quick to dismiss her,” Sir stated as they walked down the hallway.
Brie tried to hide her resentment. “I will try not to, Master.”
“Téa, try is not what I am asking from you.”
She realized what he was demanding of her and reformed her answer. “I will do my best, Master.”
He smiled down at her. “See that you do.”
Brie pressed her cheek against his muscular arm, grateful that he challenged her to think beyond herself. “Master?”
“Yes?”
“Would it be agreeable if Lea helped me unpack this weekend?”
He chuckled at the request. “I suspect the apartment will be filled with laughter. Yes, I find that agreeable.”
“Thank you, Master.” Brie squeezed his arm.
“Unfortunately, I have some unpleasant news, téa. Tonight I learned that Celestia, Marquis’ sub, suffered a burst appendix while visiting her parents in Seattle. Marquis Gray has traveled to attend to her.”
“Is she okay?” Brie hated to think of anything bad happening to the kind-hearted woman. Celestia had been with her the night of graduation and had proven to be quite a comfort during Mary’s betrayal.
“She underwent emergency surgery and, from what I was told, she is recovering well. We will visit and provide a meal on their return.”
She noticed that he was leading her towards the kitchen area and her heart sank. The last thing she wanted was another cooking lesson.
Brie glanced up and saw a playful smirk on his lips. She dutifully slowed down as they approached the dreaded room forty-two, but Sir walked past it. So cooking was not on the schedule for the night!
“Normally, non-trainers are not allowed back here. However, while the classes are on hiatus, and in honor of my service, the staff has graciously offered me free run of the lower level.”
There were still rooms Brie had yet to explore. Her heart raced faster the further down the hall they went. What was waiting for her behind those closed doors? Which one would it be?
Sir finally stopped at the end of the hall: They couldn’t be any farther from the others—no one would hear her screams.
“Tonight’s training begins.”
As he opened the door, the butterflies began. What did Sir have planned for her this time?
The opposite side of the room was covered in mirrors. In the center was a small table and an apparatus that looked like a padded balance beam with a wooden pole attached to the head of it vertically.
“My own invention. It allows the sub control over the scene even when gagged. It also requires complete focus. Excellent for building a sub’s endurance.”
Brie stared at it, her eyes growing wider with each passing second.
