Page 5 of Brie's Submission
Brie wrote down everything he said. Although she’d read similar information on the web, he defined things in a way that was easier to understand.
“Miss Bennett, have you ever heard of the term ‘subspace’?” Mr. Gallant asked.
Brie looked around, wishing he had called on someone else. “Sorry, no.”
“That’s fine,” the tiny man answered. “This is an introduction course. In fact, if we go over any information you have questions about, be sure to stop and ask. You cannot offend me with what you do not know.”
Brie nodded in gratitude. She really liked him as an instructor. Mr. Gallant’s voice commanded her attention and he seemed to care about his students. A silly thought flitted through her head:What if he is a Dominant in real life?She wondered what it would be like to have him as a partner. Brie actually blushed and had to refocus on his lesson.
“The term ‘subspace’ refers to a trancelike state experienced by many submissives. Certain types of ‘play’ can help pump endorphins into the bloodstream, making the submissive open to more intensive stimulation. While in that state, the sub must rely on the Dominant’s vigilance because of the higher pain tolerance. In fact, the sub may become incapable of verbal communication while floating in subspace, making him or her completely dependent on the Dominant during and immediately following such intense play. Naturally, a high level of trust is required between partners.”
To Brie, subspace sounded like a frightening experience. To lose control like that and be at the mercy of another person’s whims seemed unacceptable. It made her wonder if she wasn’t submissive material after all.
“Ladies, it is imperative you understand that atruesubmissive finds pleasure in serving the needs and desires of another. If it is more about your needs than your Dom’s, then it is just roleplaying in the bedroom.”
After that profound statement, Mr. Gallant ended the class. “It is time for your first practicum. Please leave your coat at your desk and proceed to room eight, at the other end of the hall.”
Brie looked at the other five women nervously and then undid her coat. She slipped it off her shoulders and laid it across her desk. The other women followed suit. Each had on a different outfit. Some were made of leather of different colors, similar to hers, while others were made of satin and lace. Brie wondered if any thought had been given to each individual uniform, or if they had all been randomly selected. Whatever the case, all of the women looked scandalously stunning in their uniforms.
The five filed out and she followed behind them. Just as she made it to the door, Brie stumbled and slammed against the doorframe.
“Miss Bennett, I recommend that you get used to walking in those shoes. Tomorrow I want you to wear them as soon as you get up and practice walking in them the entire day. Consider it your homework assignment.”
Brie wanted to protest, to explain why that wasn’t practical given her place of employment. However, the kindness in his eyes made her stop and reconsider. Mr. Gallant wanted her to succeed with her training and, for whatever reason, six-inch heels were important to him. She nodded and smiled before attempting to walk down the hall with grace.
It turned out that room eight wasnota normal classroom. There was a table at the front with four instructors already seated at it. The floor was made of a soft, spongy material and, in the middle of the room, Brie noticed six odd pillows that looked like large triangles lying on their sides. She had no idea what they were used for, but they certainly weren’t for sitting on.
“Take your place behind of one of the ramps.”
Brie looked up at the sound of a familiar voice. Her heart started racing upon seeing the object of her fantasies sitting in front of her.
“Tonight we shall weed out the wannabe submisssives.”
There was a collective gasp in the room. Brie looked at each of the four instructors, wondering what that meant. The panel consisted of three men and one woman. The woman was the same one who had met her off the elevator. She looked serious and severe, although she was striking, with long, blonde hair. The two other men were polar opposites. The man on the end was tanned and large—in a bodybuilder sort of way—while the one next to him was a skinny man with dark eyes and pale skin. Unfortunately, none of their faces gave a hint as to what ‘weeding out’ meant.
A fellow student spoke up. “What are you saying exactly?”
“You may address me as Sir. That goes for all of you,” he replied, looking directly at Brie. She trembled under his gaze.
There was silence in the room until the girl said, “Yes, Sir.”
He nodded and answered her question. “Similar to in Ivy League institutions, your first few classes are designed to discourage the weak. We are only interested in training true submissives. You may choose to leave the program at any time, or you may be asked to leave by any one of your instructors.”
“What about our tuition?” the girl complained.
“It will be returned in full. Let me reiterate, we are only interested in true submissives. Some of you are unable to identify if you are true submissives yet. Tonight we hope to make that abundantly clear.” He held up their application packets. “We have your personal lists of preferences and dislikes,” he stated. “The men chosen for this first practicum were picked based on your responses.”
Brie couldn’t breathe. They were going to have sex in front of the instructors, right now? She looked down at the pillow in front of her and suddenly realized what it was. If she were to lie face down on it, the edge of the ramp would lift her ass into the air at the perfect height for fucking.
An assistant came into the room and handed each of the girls a black strip of cloth.
“Tie on the blindfold and lie down on the ramp.”
Sir’s authoritative tone spurred her to comply. She looked over at the other women. All of them looked as shocked as she was. Brie covered her eyes and tied the blindfold tightly around her head. Then she knelt down and felt for the ramp.
It was firmer than she’d expected, but the spongy floor made kneeling comfortable. She pressed her waist against the edge of the ‘ramp’ and laid her torso down on the large pillow. The angle of it made her head lower than her pelvis. She could just imagine her ass in the air, as if she were begging to be fucked. Brie sighed nervously, silently hoping Sir would be the one to take her.
She heard the men enter the room and felt the tension rise. None of the men spoke, but she sensed that one was standing behind her. A tingling sensation coursed through her body as she realized a complete stranger was about to have sex with her.
