Page 105 of Brie's Submission
Brie put her hand on Candy’s trembling knee. “Trust me. This will change your life for the better.”
The ‘Dom’ addressed Brie, so she stood up and turned towards him. He dared to grab her chin to look her over. “Youarea lovely thing. Come with us, so I can see what you’ve learned at this Center of yours.”
Brie pulled away from him, trying to hide the revulsion she felt, afraid that a misstep on her part would guarantee that Candy wouldn’t be allowed to attend the Training Center. “I’m sorry, sir, but I cannot.”
His eyes narrowed angrily—he was obviously unused to subs denying him. “Why?”
She caressed the collar around her neck when she answered in a whisper, “Only my Sir commands me.”
The wannabe actually laughed. “Loyal, are you?” He turned to Candy and remarked, “You could learn a lot from this one. Maybe I’ll let you take the class. You need it, because truth be told, you suck.”
Brie backed away with her head down, muttering, “Thank you, sir.” She returned to her seat and gazed out of the window. She smiled to herself, thrilled that she had been given the chance to pass on the information to a sub who truly needed it. Once Candy learned what was expected of a real Dom, she would leave that poor excuse for a man.
Later that night, Brie sent an email to Rachael Dunningham:
Dear Rachael,
Today I recommended the Training Center to a sub that could really use it. If a girl named Candy contacts you wanting to join in the next few weeks, I do not want money to be an issue. If she does not qualify for a scholarship, I am willing to act as her sponsor. Although I do not have much, I can commit to fifty dollars a month until I pay the full amount.
Thank you,
Brie Bennett
She shut her laptop, then picked up her purse and fished out her wallet. She opened it forlornly and looked at the empty space that had once held Sir’s card. Even though she missed its comforting presence, she knew the card was exactly where it belonged.
Brie settled into her bed and let out a pitiful whimper. There were only two weeks left… Two weeks to experience all the trainers had for her in the safety and refuge of the Center. Even more distressing was the fact that she only had a short time before she would choose which Dom she wanted to call Master permanently.
In the suffocating silence of night, Brie couldn’t shut out the nagging feeling that her choice might not be based solely on her heart, but on the growth her chosen Dom could provide. She was stunned to find herself unsure which of the four men it would be.
The Thrill of Objectification
Brie wondered if it would be uncomfortable seeing Blue Eyes now that she knew him as Faelan. She walked up to the entrance of the Submissive Training Center in her fuck-me heels and saw him standing there, waiting for her, the same as he always had. He acted normally, opening the door and letting her pass with his familiar, “Good evening, Miss Bennett.”
She couldn’t help smiling as she walked through the door. “Thank you, Mr. Wallace.”
Brie headed to class and sat there patiently waiting for her evaluation. Lea rushed into the classroom just as the bell rang. She barely made it to her seat before the ringing ended. The girls knew Mr. Gallant wasn’t happy at her tardiness, but he said nothing and picked up their evaluations.
“Another exceptional week for you three. Again, I must caution you not to let these scores confuse you. There is much to learn in the next two weeks and none of you are as prepared as you think.”
Mr. Gallant handed Lea hers first, with a slight frown on his typically friendly face. It was just enough to act as punishment for cutting class so close. “An eight from Sire Luke. Apparently your oral skills are improving, Ms. Taylor. Keep up the good work.”
He gave Mary her packet. “Also an eight, Miss Wilson. Youespeciallyshould not let this go to your head. Note the areas of weakness. For you, they are a serious concern.”
Mr. Gallant handed Brie her evaluation with a tender look in his eye. “You received a nine. Unheard of at this level, and I am sure only given because of the emotional aspect of your encounter. However, it is obvious you gave your Dom exactly what he needed. For that you should be commended, but understand that your level of experience should preclude you from a score as high as this.”
“Yes, Mr. Gallant.”
Brie took her evaluation and lightly kissed the packet before opening it. Captain had been a kind Master—so tender and yet deliciously demanding of her body. She eagerly read his comments: ‘It is a rare sub who knows what her Master needs better than he does himself.’ ‘Agreeable, pleasing.’ ‘Trusted instincts in lieu of Master’s wishes. In my case, exactly what I needed.’ ‘Truly a beauty in mind and spirit.’
A tear fell from her cheek onto the paper.
“Anything wrong, Miss Bennett?” Mr. Gallant asked.
She shook her head. “No, Mr. Gallant.” She patted the packet tenderly when she answered him. “It was a special encounter.”
“Very well. Although your Dom meant it as a compliment, I would heed his observation about letting your gut instincts get in the way of your duty.”
Brie bowed her head. He was the second trainer to mention her dependency on her instincts. “I understand I still have a lot to learn, Mr. Gallant.”
