Page 27 of Brie's Submission
Ms. Clark stood up and walked over to Brie. “Miss Bennett, because you had such difficulty averting your eyes yesterday, you will wear this the entire night.” She produced a blindfold and ordered Brie to turn.
Brie swallowed hard. Facing the unknown without the benefit of sight was terrifying to her. “Please, Mistress Clark,” she begged, “I learned my lesson, I promise.” However, she made the mistake of looking directly in Ms. Clark’s eyes.
“Turn,” barked the trainer angrily.
Brie dutifully turned. With deft movements, the imposing Dominatrix tied on the blindfold and snorted. “I am a strict teacher, Miss Bennett. You will learn that I do not tolerate disobedience.”
In a softer tone, Ms. Clark said, “Let me know if she disobeys you in any way.”
Brie heard a gentle voice answer, “Yes, Mistress.”
“You may go now.”
Brie felt a tight grip on her arm as the tiny woman led her from the room. Everything in her cried out to remain with Sir, but she knew defying Ms. Clark was not an option. Obviously, as the headmaster of the school, Sir agreed with her punishment or he would have prevented it.
She tried to hide her disappointment by concentrating on the woman’s touch. Although it was tight, the woman exuded calm control. Brie remembered Mr. Gallant’s assertion that she should trust the trainers’ lessons tonight and forced herself to relax.This is to prepare me for the auction,she repeated to herself.
She felt a temperature difference in the new room they entered. It was significantly colder, which made her nipples harden into tight buds.
“I want you to undress and lie on the table,” the woman commanded softly as she directed Brie’s hand to the edge of it.
Brie ran her hands over the table to get her bearings before undressing. She left her clothes on the floor and climbed onto the small table. It was barely wide or long enough to hold her. She gasped when her warm skin touched the cold vinyl. Then she heard the distinctive sound of stirrups being pulled out from the table, as if she were at a doctor’s office. With small, warm hands, the woman placed her feet into them.
It reminded her too much of a medical exam. “Please, Mistress, what are you planning to do?”
“I am not a Mistress. I would have you call me Sting, but I do not want you to speak again. Nod if you understand.”
Brie nodded, trying not to let her fear take over. Why would this woman be called Sting?
She heard a buzz and felt the woman touch her mound. “Don’t move.”
Brie bit her lip, tensing up until she felt the pleasant vibration of an electric razor. The woman trimmed her pubic hair with quick motions. Afterwards, she smelled the sweet scent of talcum powder as Sting sprinkled it over her mound and rubbed it into the skin.
Brie heard her leave the table and move across the room. When the woman returned, she felt the edges of a tray as it was placed between her legs. She tensed again, making Sting laugh. “Relax, Miss Bennett. I am good at what I do.”
Good at what?
Brie suddenly understood when she felt the hot wax. The woman pressed a strip of cloth against it and—without any warning—ripped it clean off. Brie screamed in surprise and pain.
“No more noises from you,” the woman admonished.
Brie swallowed hard as Sting spread the second application onto an adjacent area and pressed another strip of cloth onto the wax. When the woman readied for the pull, Brie held her breath and then screamed silently, feeling each individual hair rip from her body as the woman yanked off the wax. An errant tear slid down her cheek.
“Good girl,” Sting replied soothingly. “If you breathe in when I pull, it won’t hurt as much. However, I recommend you give in to the pain. Some of my clients come when I do this.”
Brie couldn’t imagine that and had to squelch another shriek. Sting was relentless as she plucked at the remaining hairs. She could only imagine what her now completely bald nether regions looked like. Afterwards, Sting applied a soothing cream to her burning skin.
“You did well, Miss Bennett. I will report that to Mistress.”
The fact that Sting had simply called her Mistress made Brie think she was Ms. Clark’s official sub. Brie had so many questions she wanted to ask Sting, but obediently kept silent.
Once Sting had cleaned up the room, she took Brie by the arm and helped her off the table. Brie stumbled, still recovering from the shock of the treatment.
“Take your time to dress,” the small woman said gently.
With shaking hands, Brie pulled on her crotchless hose and then attempted to tie her corset. After several failed attempts, she felt Sting take over. She tied it far tighter than Brie ever had. So tight, in fact, that she had trouble breathing.
“There. You look much better now. You should strive to always keep it this tight.” She helped Brie into her skirt and shoes. “Hold your panties in your hand. Mistress will want to examine my work.”
