Page 187 of Brie's Submission
“Do you have feelings for the boy? Is that why you covered it up?”
“No, Sir. I love you. I want no one else.”
His voice became deadly serious. “Know this, Brie.” For the first time, her name sounded distasteful on his lips. “I consider you talking to another Dom without my permission an act of betrayal on your part.”
The air left her lungs.
“I will not abide disloyalty.”
She could barely get the words out. “I understand, Master. I deeply regret my actions.”
“Any interaction with a Dom is worthy of my attention. A lie of omission is still a lie.”
She bowed on the ground before him. “I understand, Master. I will not lie to you again.”
“No, you will not. Look at me.” Brie looked up at his imposing stature, afraid and in awe of him. “I must know the real motivation behind your deception.”
She swallowed once, to force her throat to relax enough that she could speak. “I did not want Mr. Wallace to get in trouble, Master. I felt guilty that I caused him pain by choosing you, and I didn’t want to add to it by making you angry with him.”
“Foolish,” he growled. “Wallace is a grown man. He knows the protocol. If he chooses to ignore it, hemustsuffer the consequences.”
Her heart sank for Faelan. Instead of sparing Todd, she was certain she had made things much worse for him. “I understand, Master. I was wrong and deserve to be punished.”
“Yes, your willful disobedience must be addressed.”
As much as she hated being disciplined by Sir, she craved it, because it would put her right with him. Harmony with Master was all she wanted, and she would do anything to get it back.
“Get ready for work. You will spend the day out of contact with me. When you return home, I want you to remain fully dressed while you wait. I will dole out your correction tonight.”
Sir grabbed his key and left the apartment. Brie slowly pulled herself up off the floor and headed to the bathroom. Her sense of failure was so great, she could taste it in her mouth.
The day was a trial. Mr. Reynolds knew there was something wrong, but wisely chose not to get involved. Instead, he interviewed the owner’s family members applying for the job. Since there were four of them, it gave her boss some control over who would be working with him. Brie took care of the front, and spent the rest of the time taking inventory to keep her mind off her troubles.
It made for a long and terrible day. She dreaded going home to Sir, but longed to be in his good graces again. This would be her first punishment by her Master. Would he be like Ms. Clark, and use an instrument to bring pain? The thought frightened her, but she would willingly submit to his authority and endure it.
When she arrived home, she had to wait in the oppressive silence of the apartment. It was actually humiliating not to undress, because it only highlighted the fact she was not pleasing to Sir. She knelt by the door and listened to the lonely ticking of the clock in the kitchen. Each tick accentuated the dread building in her heart.
He came home just as the sun disappeared behind the horizon. The apartment was dark when Sir opened the door. He flicked on the light and walked past Brie, setting his key on the counter. She heard his retreating footsteps as he walked to his room.
Several minutes later, Sir returned and addressed her. His voice was detached and unemotional. “I will not touch you until your punishment is complete.”
Not to have his reassuring touch made this horrible moment that much harder, and a tear fell down her cheek.
“Why are you being corrected?”
“I failed to tell you of my interaction with Mr. Wallace, Master.”
“Why is that unacceptable?”
“No Dom is allowed to interact with me without your consent. My silence is the same as lying, Master.”
“Are you repentant?”
“Yes, Master.” A sob escaped her lips. “I am deeply sorry.”
“Then I shall correct your repentant heart,” he replied. Sir proceeded to place a ball gag in her mouth and secured it tightly around her head, being careful not to touch her with his hands. “The gag represents your willful silence.”
Her jaw stretched uncomfortably to accommodate the gag, and then the saliva began to build. She understood it was an appropriate instrument of punishment for her transgression.
