Page 106 of Brie's Submission
“I’m not suggesting you ignore your instincts, but do not rely on them.”
Brie suddenly wondered if he was the one responsible for recommending her to Captain.
The next words out of his mouth startled and unnerved Brie. “We only have two more weeks before the end of the course, which means this is the last week you will be in this class together. Next week, you three will be split up so we can focus on your particular interests and talents.”
Brie looked forlornly at Lea and Mary.Our last week together?
“Expect this week to be a challenge. Up to this point, the training has centered on you finding your limits. This week shall center on submitting your will to your Doms’ various needs.”
He turned to Mary and asked, “Miss Wilson, are you familiar with the term ‘objectification’?”
“Is that when a sub acts like a footstool or something?”
His lips became a thin line. “That is a very simplified example. Objectification is the practice of using a person as a tool for one’s own pleasure. The sub’s needs, thoughts and wants are of no consequence.”
He looked directly at Brie when he continued, “To the uneducated, it may appear uncaring and disrespectful. However, it actually speaks to a higher level of trust and intimacy. The submissive willingly gives her body over to her Dom to be used as he pleases. Her gratification comes from bringing comfort or pleasure to her Master. If this seems strange to you, consider this—even in non-D/s relationships, couples have occasions where they are so caught up in their own pleasure they forget the needs of their partners. It is a normal human reaction. Within a D/s relationship, it is simply more obvious. The difference lies in the fact that the objectification is consensual.”
He walked to the other side of the classroom and addressed Lea next. “A simple example would be a quickie or blow job. The Dom uses the sub to orgasm and then goes back to whatever he or she is doing. It can also be more complicated, such as playing the part of an inanimate object or even animal play.”
Brie instantly thought of Captain and how much she’d enjoyed being his pet. It had been a lovely encounter she’d cherished.
Mr. Gallant continued, “To the casual observer it may appear one-sided, but the reality is that the exchange of power is arousing for both individuals. In giving up her power, the sub is able to fully embrace her Dom’s pleasure and claim it for her own. For the Dominant, the gift of such an exchange serves to highlight the submissive’s devotion to him, which is both appreciated and thoroughly enjoyed.”
He walked back to his desk before he faced the girls. “Tonight you will be sharing in a practicum together. Please head upstairs to the limousine waiting for you. This is an important assignment. We expect you not only to perform well, but to absorb and learn from the experience.”
Brie was thrilled. Any practicum outside the Center’s walls was exhilarating, but to do it with Lea and Mary would make it pure perfection!
The Dom hosting the party greeted the girls at the door. He was an older man with silver hair and a thin, serious face. “Thank you for coming,” he said, shaking Brie’s hand, then moving on to Lea’s and Mary’s. “I have several assistants who will instruct you as to your duties. My friends are used to flawless execution. See that you do not fail in the simple tasks given to you.” With that, he gestured them inside and exited to another room, shutting the door behind him.
There were three women waiting with smiles on their faces. The short-haired blonde came up to Brie. “You have been given the noble task of serving food.”
“Wonderful. What…?”
The girl put her finger to Brie’s lips. “No more talking. Listen only. It will help you to succeed in your role.”
Brie nodded. She looked up and saw that Lea and Mary were listening andnotspeaking. It was going to be an interesting evening, for sure.
“Please pay attention,” the young woman admonished when she saw Brie wasn’t focused on her. “First, we must get you undressed and thoroughly cleaned. It is going to take quite a while to get you ready for the event.”
Brie had no idea what was being asked of her, but she became more excited as she was led through the luxurious apartment. Whoever this Dom was, he was averysuccessful man.
After Brie had peed, taken a soapy shower, and thoroughly dried off, the girl guided her into a large room with a panoramic view of the city. There was a small, oval table in the middle of the spacious room.
“Please lie down in the center of the table.”
Brie lay down on it gracefully, finding it just large enough to hold her. The girl repositioned her and splayed out her hair in an artful pattern. As the woman worked, she gave Brie instructions. “You are to lie completely still. Do not react in any way to the people around you. Your sole purpose is to display the food elegantly. I highly recommend you keep your eyes glued to that spot on the ceiling.” She pointed to a tiny speck directly above Brie.
“No matter what is said, how you are touched or if you itch…” She emphasized the last words, saying them slowly and succinctly. “Do…not…move.”
I’m supposed to be a platter?Brie thought.Well, here’s to my first real experience with objectification.
The blonde arranged small crackers and a variety of grapes over her body in an intricate and exacting pattern. Brie turned her head and saw that Mary was practicing balancing a flask of red liquid on her back while the assistant meticulously painted her arms and legs with delicate patterns. Apparently, she was playing the role of a table. Brie glanced over at Lea. She was stunning. Her naked body was painted gold and her large breasts looked amazing, all sparkly and alluring. A statue of a goddess, without a doubt, but Brie didn’t envy Lea one bit. The assistant had positioned her arms at beautiful but awkward angles that would be hard to maintain for an entire evening.
Although Brie’s role was lowly, at least it was easy. She watched in fascination as the blonde laid a small, round cloth over her bellybutton. Then she placed a ceramic ring around it and added a thin sheet of plastic. Brie squeaked when she poured a layer of ice cubes into it. A beautiful gold bowl was placed on top of that. The girl then spooned a decadent amount of caviar into the golden dish, filling it to the brim.
“I let you look at your friends, even though it means I have to fix your hair again. From this point forward, those eyes stay glued to the ceiling. Understand?”
Brie nodded and dutifully stared upwards as goose bumps prickled over her skin. The chill of the ice traveled straight to her groin. After the assistant had finished fixing her hair, she said, “You are nothing but a beautiful vessel. Understand that and enjoy the evening.”
