Page 13 of Brie's Submission
He moved on to Blondie. “Miss Wilson, you look like a proper submissive.” She dropped her eyes down and gave a self-satisfied smile. “Except for that just now. A smile at the floor can be interpreted as defiance.”
“Yes, Mr. Gallant.”
“Class, as submissives you are poetry in motion. Every movement you make should be graceful and alluring—whether you are kneeling before your Dom or doing the dishes. However, any movement to draw attention to yourself is unacceptable, such as sticking your chest out to show off your breasts or even tossing your hair. It shows a lack of modesty and control.”
Sanders raised her hand and waited to be called on. “But wouldn’t our Doms want that?”
“Your Dom expects you to follow his orders to the letter. Controlling your movements signifies to him, and everyone else in the room, that you respect his leadership.”
“I guess that makes sense,” she mumbled.
“Even the words you use are of extreme importance. It is common practice for submissives to answer in a positive manner, even when indicating no. An example of a negative response would be, ‘No, Sir, only if it pleases you’. Such an answer lets your Dom know your preference, but allows him to make the final decision. If you want to answer affirmatively, say, ‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘If it pleases you, Sir’. If you feel neutral, a good answer would be, ‘As you say, Sir’.”
“What if he does something you don’t want?” Taylor asked. Mr. Gallant stared at her until she meekly raised her hand.
“Yes, Ms. Taylor?”
She slouched in her chair out of shame and repeated the question.
The man was not amused. “Are you trying to insult me on purpose?”
Ms. Taylor looked stunned and shook her head.
“Then sit up.”
Blonde Nemesis let out a snicker. The glare Mr. Gallant shot her rival sent shivers down Brie’s spine. She hoped never to see that look directed at her.
He answered Taylor as if nothing had happened, once she was sitting properly. “It is common to have established safety words, such as the colors red, yellow and green to indicate comfort level. However, if you have chosen well you should not have to worry about your Dom doing anything to harm you. Yes, he may push your limits in order to help you grow, but a good Dominant cares about the well-being of his sub.”
Out of the blue, Mr. Gallant addressed Brie. “Did you do your assignment?”
She wanted to shrink away in embarrassment with Blondie watching, but she looked him in the eye and answered, “Yes.”
“Please demonstrate.”
Brie stood up gracefully and immediately felt the pain of being in the six-inch heels all day. Her mouth puckered in distress, but she didn’t make a sound.
“Lips,” he commanded.
She relaxed her mouth by opening it slightly. Brie walked around the room, concentrating on the click of the high heels to distract her from the anguish. She looked in his direction and was disappointed that he wore no expression on his face—positive or negative.
“Sit back down.”
Brie did so gratefully, assuming no reprimand meant she had done well enough. She hid the extreme relief she felt at getting off her throbbing feet. If she had been alone, she would have thrown the painful shoes across the room and rubbed her aching toes.
Mr. Gallant addressed the class as a whole. “Your first practicum of the night is about to begin. You are expected to follow the common etiquette we discussed here in class. They will judge each of you on how well you adhere to what you’ve learned. Proceed to room twelve and make me proud.”
A new room meant new adventures! The thought made Brie giddy and overrode the pain of the shoes. She felt as if she were walking on clouds as she made her way to Sir.
Choosing to Obey
Brie glided into room twelve, hoping to see Sir. Just like on the first night, the trainers were sitting at a table in the front of the class. The room itself looked like a dance studio, with its smooth wooden floor and its walls lined with mirrors. The only thing missing was a handrail for ballerinas. At the table sat her four trainers: the bodybuilder on the far end, the ghostlike man with the penetrating eyes in the middle alongside the severe-looking Dominatrix, and Sir.
Before they advanced into the room, Sir commanded the girls take off their shoes. Brie saw him glance towards her, so she quickly averted her eyes. Brie kept them down, but it was difficult when all she wanted to do was drink in his presence. She stood silently, double-checking that her body was communicating openness.
“Ms. Taylor, you are slouching unattractively,” Sir announced.
Out of the corner of her eye, Brie saw the young woman stand up straighter. “Sorry, Sir.”
