Page 4 of Brie's Submission
Dear Miss Bennett,
We are happy to inform you that you’ve qualified for a full scholarship to the Submissive Training Center. Your entry was among the finest received by the school to date. We firmly believe the opportunity provided by our school will benefit you, now and in the future.
As stated when you first contacted us, you will begin the course immediately. Class starts tomorrow at 7:00 PM. You must be prompt and ready to learn. A school uniform has been provided.
Understand that this six-week course is a rigorous undertaking. We will expect much from you but promise expert training in return.
Sincerely,
Thane Davis
The letter had the most exquisite handwriting. Brie couldn’t believe a man had penned it and wondered if Thane Davis was the gentleman she’d met at the tobacco shop.
She lifted the tissue paper away, expecting something similar to a high school uniform; instead, she found a miniskirt and leather top with laces up the front like a corset—both were dark brown. Also included was a pair of six-inch heels, some crotchless pantyhose with sexy seams up the back, and a red thong. The next item she pulled out was a tailored black trenchcoat. At the bottom of the box was an elaborate makeup kit with instructions to emphasize her eyes and lips. The instructions also noted that she was to wear her hair down.
Brie was ecstatic about trying the uniform on. She didn’t really own sexy clothes. She was a filmmaker at heart, so a loose-fitting, not-too-flashy ensemble was the norm. As she slipped on the skirt and zipped it up, she finally understood why they had asked for body measurements in the paperwork. Each piece of clothing fit perfectly.
It took a bit of adjusting to get the seam of her hose to go up her leg in a straight line. She slipped into the heels and almost toppled over when she stood up. Dang, the heels were hell to walk in. She stood in front of the mirror and looked herself over. The skirt was almost scandalous and the top accentuated the round fullness of her breasts. Those difficult heels did a real number on her legs, making her calves look shapely and elegant. The seam of the hose created a sensual trail for the eyes to follow. Everything about the outfit made her feel like a woman—a hot, sexy woman!
She undid her ponytail and tossed her hair back and forth. Brie looked into the mirror again and saw an entirely different person looking back. This woman was alluring, more confident and ready to please. She wondered what would happen if she walked out of her apartment dressed like this. Brie giggled, realizing the necessity of the coat. She reluctantly took off her uniform and laid it over a chair to keep it wrinkle free for her first day of class.
Getting through another tedious day at work was the ultimate torture. Brie was both excited and nervous about the upcoming session. Not knowing what the school was like or what would be expected of her was daunting. She was also wondering about the other students. Would they be friendly and helpful, or backstabbing bitches?
She asked to leave a half-hour early. Mr. Reynolds, being the sweetie that he was, let her go and took the last part of her shift. Brie wanted time to get her clothes on and her makeup just right. Even though she had printed directions to the school, she left early to leave extra time in case she got lost. Being prompt was important to her.
It took twenty minutes to arrive at the campus. The Training Center looked like any other community college. The parking lot was full of cars and normal-looking college students milling just outside the large brick building. Nothing about the older building hinted as to what was happening inside. Brie got out of her car and tightened the belt of her coat around her waist. She stumbled a couple of times as she made her way to the entrance.God, I hate high heels!
A young man opened the door as she approached.Now,that is a pleasant change.She smiled at him and nodded in appreciation. Inside, she saw an information desk and headed directly to it. The woman at the desk smiled and asked, “Can I help you?”
“Where do I go for the…Training Center?” Brie was embarrassed to say the full name in public.
“It’s one floor down. Just take the elevator to your right.”
“Thanks.” She was about to leave, but turned around and asked, “What kind of school is on this floor?”
The receptionist smiled brightly. “It’s a business college. Are you interested in applying to it as well?”
Brie shook her head. “No, just curious. Thanks for your help.”
“Anytime. Enjoy your first day.”
Brie sighed nervously. This was it—there was no turning back. She hit the button in the elevator and watched the doors slowly close. She was curious about what the Training Center would look like. Would it be one giant room with many beds and tools of the trade hanging on the walls, or would it have small, individual rooms with beds and curtains for privacy? Brie held her breath as the doors opened, and then laughed out loud. The elevator opened to a large commons area. It was lined by normal-looking classrooms with desks and large whiteboards. Brie shook her head. Definitelynotwhat she had been expecting.
She stepped out of the elevator and looked around. A tall woman in a harsh business suit came up to her and demanded, “What class are you taking?”
Brie got out her schedule and looked for her first class so she could answer. “It’s called Submission 101.”
The woman pointed. “Go down that hall. It’s the last door on the left. Hurry, you don’t want to be late.”
Brie quickly made her way down the hall, which was a mistake on her part. Her ankle rolled and she found herself on the floor. She picked herself up and continued on, not daring to look back at the woman.Damn, I hate these shoes!
She walked into the classroom and saw that there were five other women already seated. The instructor, a tiny man wearing a nametag that said ‘Mr. Gallant’, indicated where she should sit. She made her way to the desk and sat down, breathing a sigh of relief. At least she’d made it to class on time.
“Miss Bennett, since you are the last to arrive I see no reason to wait until the bell rings. Let’s begin. We have a lot to get through tonight.” Her instructor had silver highlights in his hair and a wiry frame. Although the man was small, he had a commanding voice and demeanor. The two-hour class was devoted to defining and classifying who and what submissives were.
In a short period of time, Brie learned the difference between submissives and slaves. “Understand that a submissivevolunteersand is allowed to voice preferences and set personal limits. Slaves give up those rights.” Brie knew right then that she would never be a slave. The whole idea set her on edge.
“There are various levels of submission, but we will only talk about the major three. Light submissives give of themselves for short durations, setting many boundaries around what they will and won’t do. Even though they submit to their Dominants, they still maintain a high level of control. Moderate submissives put fewer limitations on their Dominants and are interested in living the D/s lifestyle for longer periods of time. They offer the Doms a more significant level of control. You should note that most submissives fall under this category. Then there are those few who are heavily submissive. Such submissives desire one full-time Master and setveryfew limitations on the Dominant. It is similar to acting as a slave, but the submissive still has control—he or she just chooses not to use it.”
