Page 180 of Brie's Submission
Brie opened her eyes and let out the pent-up rage she’d been holding in since last night. “Fuck you to hell, Mary!”
In another apartment, she heard the muffled barking of a tiny dog. Even the dog hated Mary.
It didn’t matter that things had worked out for the best. The simple fact was that Mary had deliberately stabbed Brie in the back by picking Faelan. But the bitch hadn’t left it at that. No! She’d had to fuck him in the adjacent room,knowingBrie could hear them.
Suddenly Faelan’s blue eyes loomed before her. He was no better than Mary. Brie understood that school protocol had required him to join Mary for the interview, but anything that had happened during the interview itself had beenhischoice. It sickened Brie to think that she had even considered Faelan as her potential Master. Thankfully, her eyes had been opened before she’d made her decision at the collaring ceremony.
Mary’s treachery had inadvertently forced Brie to make the right choice. But as long as she lived, she would never forgiveorforget Mary’s betrayal.
Fuck the bitch and Faelan both!
Inside her head, she heard Mr. Gallant’s voice reprimanding her for those ugly words. She rolled her eyes and reworded her thoughts, wanting to think and behave like a proper submissive.I hope Mary and Faelan get exactly what they deserve, Mr. Gallant.
Brie sighed in satisfaction afterwards. It did feel better not to cuss. “Thank you, Mr. Gallant,” she said out loud, smiling at the walls. The only way she could remain a sub worthy of Sir’s dominance was to consistently behave like one. It would not do to be submissive only in his presence. Perfect obedience at all times.A true submissive obeys in mind and body, whether or not Master is present.
She nodded once, confident in her fresh resolve. Brie ignored her hurting knees and aching back, staring out of the scenic window with a contented sigh. Cars inched along the tiny streets. People were busy navigating their lives while she knelt on the floor alone, anxiously waiting forhim.
Brie wondered if Sir was thinking about her as he went about his business. Was he secure in the knowledge that his newly acquired sub was obeying his command? That she was kneeling beside his sexy Tantra chair, earnestly awaiting his return?
Brie glanced around the room suddenly, wondering if Sir had cameras, but she quickly dismissed the idea. Why would he? This wasn’t the Training Center. Still, it helped to think that he was watching her remotely. It caused her to straighten her back more, keeping her lips supple and her body relaxed. Yes, that was how she would endure the wait—by pretending that even now Sir was secretly watching her, pleased with her level of commitment.
“I love you, Sir,” she whispered.
Brie’s heart skipped a beat when she finally heard the key turn in the lock hours later.Master’s back!She was embarrassed to admit to herself that she felt just like a little puppy eager to greet its owner.
Sir entered the apartment and placed her purse on the counter before going to the kitchen with several bags in his hands. He didn’t even glance her way as he walked by.
It was reminiscent of her objectification lesson and she actually felt an odd thrill. Brie waited patiently, although her stomach started growling when she heard him cutting up food in the kitchen.
Sir came out briefly and smiled. “Well done, téa.” His words of praise thrilled her overly much, forcing her to show great restraint to avoid grinning like a fool. He commanded smoothly, “You may stand and sit on the chair, legs spread for my pleasure.”
Brie choked on the groan that erupted from her lips when she tried to get up off the floor. The chain accentuated her lack of grace, making random clinking sounds as she struggled with her stiff limbs. Thankfully, Sir had returned to the kitchen and missed her graceless transfer from floor to chaise.
He returned soon after with a plate in his hand. Sir walked over and sat on the foot of the chair. “Before we eat, I want to hear what you’ve learned.”
Her heart raced as she voiced her answer, terrified she might be wrong. “I learned two lessons, Sir.”
“Go on,” he said, sounding surprised.
Brie suddenly panicked. Was it okay to learn more than one thing per lesson?Of course, she chided herself. “Sir, it is important for me to think like your submissive at all times, even when you are not beside me.”
Sir remained silent for a moment and then stated, “I would have assumed you already knew that, after six weeks of training.”
She looked at him self-consciously. “Sir, Iknewit in my head, but I hadn’t lived it until now.”
He nodded. “Very well. What else did you learn?”
“The only thing I care about is pleasing you, to be worthy of your domination.”
“Answer me this. If pleasing me was your motivation this morning, what went wrong?”
Brie thought back on it. Her mistake had been to assume he wanted what she would cook, but it was more than that. She had wanted to show off her meager cooking skills. Why? To prove that she was good enough for him.
“I wanted you to be proud of me.”
“And why was that a problem?”
She looked down at the leather cuff around her ankle as she thought about it. “Because…” She stalled, and then suddenly it came to her. “In the end it had to do with stroking my own ego, not pleasing you, Sir.”
