Page 36 of Brie's Submission
There were several grunts on the panel. Brie could stay silent no longer. “Do I have permission to speak?”
Several of the Doms answered at the same time. Most were yes, but one or two voices said no. Sir answered for them all. “Yes, Miss Bennett.”
She looked him in the eye, willing herself not to cry. “I refuse to be the reason you resign from this school. As much as I want my training to continue, it is not worth that.” She held her head up and announced to the panel, “I willingly quit the program.” She turned away from them and started towards the door.
You can cry later, she reminded herself. She heard furious whispering behind her. Before she made it to the door, Master Coen called out, “Return before the panel, Miss Bennett.”
She held her breath as she walked back to them.
The auditorium was deathly silent. Brie felt the eyes of all five on her. She wasn’t sure if it was a power play on their part, but she stood quietly, looking at the floor the way a proper submissive should.
Sir finally spoke. “The panel has decided to reject your request to leave the program. You will continue on as a student here and I will continue as headmaster.”
Ms. Clark added angrily, “You are expected to follow our commands to the letter. Do you understand, Miss Bennett? When I say jump, you’d better jump.”
Brie did not look up, but answered clearly, “Yes, Mistress Clark.”
“Additionally,” Marquis Gray said, “you shall not fraternize with any of the trainers outside the confines of your training.”
Again, Brie kept her head down and nodded. Yes, they were allowing her to stay in the program, but they were still acting as if she was the problem. Well, she would prove them wrong.
“I understand, Master Gray.” She wondered if he was smiling or frowning at her choice of title.
“Brie,” Mr. Gallant said, “I want you to look at me.”
She held her head up and gazed into his caring eyes.
“We are here to provide you with the best training possible. I encourage you to go forward as if this had never happened. You are correct. You have done nothing wrong and you will not be punished for it. Your only job is to learn. We will take care of the rest.”
“Thank you, Mr. Gallant.”
“You are dismissed.”
She bowed to the panel and left. Her heels clicked loudly, echoing in the auditorium. Instead of it being a lonely sound, she imagined that her footsteps resonated with power.
To Sir, with Love
What a crazy night!
Brie had gone from the joy of having spent time with Sir alone, the evening before, to the torture of a Brazilian, of being forced to watch Sir as he mounted Mary, and of almost being kicked out of the program. It had been more than a normal girl could take. But…fully realizing her own power as a submissive and following that up with an intense experience with Marquis Gray had given Brie a high like none she’d experienced. There was nothing else on earth that could have made her feel this good!
She lay on her bed, looking up at the ceiling. Despite that incredible feeling, something was needling her heart. She glanced over at her video equipment. This would be the first weekend that she wouldn’t be filming a short. It seemed a little tragic. Even though she hadn’t found success as a filmmaker yet, she still dreamed she would, someday. Was it possible becoming a submissive would steal that from her?
No freakin’ way!
She got off the bed and set up her camera. Maybe she wouldn’t have time to make creative shorts, but she could certainly record her thoughts as she went through her submissive training. Maybe she could make it into a documentary and sell it afterwards.
Brie reapplied her makeup and fixed her hair before sitting down in front of the camera. She spent the next forty-five minutes going over her thoughts and impressions of the first two days—minus her tryst with Sir—and titled the sittingThe Weeding Out Period. It was amazing to realize that over those two short days she’d discovered so much about herself. Brie had enjoyed sexual encounters with men she would have never considered partnering with before. She’d also addressed a deep-seated anxiety that had controlled her life since childhood, based on abuses she had suffered. Her dark Dom, Baron, had helped to soften her fear of African American men, and she sincerely hoped she would have further sessions with him.
As far as the submissive lifestyle went, she’d learned simple etiquette and experienced personal and very real disappointment when she, as a sub, had failed to obey her Dom. What she hadn’t understood until now was that pleasing another, giving her power over to him, was a heady experience. It was a turn-on like no other. She washooked.
She signed off for the night, too tired to record her thoughts about Day Three’s lessons. It was probably for the best. It was still too fresh for her. She needed time to go over the many levels of pain and pleasure she’d experienced in that short duration of time.
Brie closed her eyes and snuggled into her blanket. She was surprised that the needling was still pricking her heart. Then it hit her—the look in Sir’s eyes when he’d seen her with Marquis Gray.
She was wide awake now. The look in his eyes had been as vulnerable as it had been after their intimate session together. It hadn’t been a look of hurt. No, it had been something much deeper than that. He’d knowingly risked his career just to spend time alone with her when he could easily have taken her virginity on the stage. Why would he have done that?
Brie knew the answer: he’d wanted it to be private. They hadn’t had to share that moment with anyone else. Her heart began beating rapidly as she began to understand just how much he cared for her. His claim about the protection collar meaning nothing was a bunch of bull. They both wanted to claim each other, but her current training prevented it for another five weeks. Could she survive for that long?Yes!
