Page 197 of Brie's Submission
He walked her over to a lounge chair in the corner and sat down. Brie crawled in his lap and curled up in his arms. They sat there for a long time in silence.
She smiled to herself, overcome with a feeling of intense love. “My Master, my Sir.”
He chuckled. “I remember when you had the arrogance to call me that the second night of class.”
She looked up and stated with conviction, “I think my spirit knew you, even before I understood.”
He looked at her solemnly. “Yes, téa. I would agree.”
She nestled up against him, loving the warmth of his embrace. “Thank you for finding me, Sir.”
“Do you believe in fate?” he asked.
“No. I’ve always believed I make my own life what it is, Sir.”
“I am undecided, myself,” he answered, crushing her against his chest before letting her go. “Dress and clean the mirror with the spray you’ll find in the cabinet.”
She walked over to her clothes and dressed quickly, watching Sir meticulously clean the instruments as well as the beam.
They left the Center only after the room was returned to its original state. Several people greeted Sir as the two walked out, obviously pleased to see the ex-headmaster. It hurt Brie’s heart.He belongs here.
On the way home, Sir asked, “What was the lesson for tonight?”
“I’m undecided, Sir. I learned tonight that pain can act as an aphrodisiac when applied by you. At the same time, being forced to balance on the beam helped me to control my reactions. Being in control like that improved my ability to govern my mental response.”
He reached over and stroked her cheek tenderly. “Those are fine answers, téa.”
The Haven
Brie received a text from Sir at noon the next day while working.Tonight you shall be on display. To prepare yourself, every other hour you will remove a piece of clothing. You must send a photo of each piece. Begin now. Tell no one.
Brie sighed nervously. He hadn’t specified which pieces which meant the decision was up to her. She would have to be smart so that she wasn’t left exposing herself by the end of her shift.
“Mr. Reynolds, can you watch the front for a moment? I need to use the bathroom.”
Her boss looked at her strangely because she had just come off a break. “Sure, but make it quick.”
“Yes, Mr. Reynolds.” She hurried to the small bathroom, cursing because she had worn heels without stockings. Two items eliminated from her selection. With little time to think she went for the quickest, peeling off her panties. She took a picture with her phone and sent it to Sir. He immediately texted back.Surprised by your first choice. It will be a long day of not bending over, my dear.Brie had no place to put her panties, so she ran to the back of the store and stuffed them in her purse before returning to the front.
“Are you feeling okay?” Mr. Reynolds asked with genuine concern.
She blushed, quite aware of her lack of underwear as they conversed. “Yes, I feel much better. Thank you.”
It was disconcerting working without her panties. She was conscious every time she moved, making sure to bend her knees so that she never exposed herself to the two trainees as she unpacked the cigarettes and helped to stock them.
When two o’clock rolled around, she asked Mr. Reynolds for another quick break.
“Again? What did you eat for lunch?”
“Sorry,” she stammered, running to the bathroom. With ample time to think beforehand, she’d already decided on the next piece. Brie unbuckled the stylish little belt around her waist, taking a quick picture before rolling it up. After she hit send, Sir responded:I do not consider that clothing, téa. No fashion accessories.
Even though her time was short, she didn’t want to disappoint Sir and quickly texted back.Should I take off something else, Sir?
Yes.
She unbuttoned her blouse and removed her lacy camisole. She dutifully took a pic and sent it to Sir. He did not return a text back. She worried for a second, but decided he must have been distracted by a business call or a visit from a client. Just as she was exiting the bathroom, Mr. Reynolds met her at the door. “Is everything all right, Brie? Do you need to go home?”
She held the camisole behind her back and stuttered, “No… no, sir. I’m just… It’s…” She couldn’t lie to her boss, but she didn’t want to break Sir’s explicit command either. The tension made her queasy, so she answered truthfully, “My stomach is a little upset.”
