Page 49 of Brie's Submission
She got out of bed and immediately bent over in pain.Oh, crap!She ran to her calendar and counted out the weeks. Shit, her body was like clockwork. Now what was she going to do? Missing five days of training would be totally unacceptable.
She grabbed her phone and emailed the Submissive Training Center. Thankfully, Rachael answered her an hour later.
Dear Miss Bennett,
Thank you for emailing me about your concern. Rest assured we are quite aware of our students’ cycles. If you recall, it was one of the questions on your application. Keep in mind we have been doing this for twenty-five years and have it down to a science. This week’s curriculum will not require vaginal penetration.
Your classmates happen to be in sync with each other and are a week later than you, so that week has been planned out as well. (Now you have a better understanding of why we keep the classes quite small.)
You will not miss any training, so I humbly suggest you enjoy your day off and not let it concern you further.
If you have any more questions, please don’t hesitate to email or call.
Sincerely,
Rachael Dunningham
Brie felt a surge of relief, but she couldn’t help wondering what the week’s curriculum would involve if there wasn’t going to be any pussy action.
She spent the day pampering herself with the movie9 ½ Weeks, a pedicure and Chinese takeout. In the evening, she recorded an addition to her latest training session for the documentary she was making. She specifically addressed her reluctance to obey Rytsar over a simple command, because Marquis Gray had insisted it was important.
Brie looked directly into the lens. “Why was I hesitant? Well…it’s so private. I don’t know. It felt weird having him stand in the bathroom. I realize it’s notreallya big deal, but I balked. It wasn’t until my Dom looked cross with me that I pulled down my panties. I can’t tell you how thankful I was when he left the room so my shy bladder could release.” She sighed and shrugged. “I guess I just won’t think about how exposed I feel if it happens again. Seriously, if my Dom wants to use it as a power play then, just like Ms. Clark said, it’s a harmless enough request.” Brie snickered at the camera. “Although imagining mean ol’ Ms. Clark peeing for Rytsar cracks me up!” She giggled as she turned off the camera.
Monday morning came far too soon. Even though she was looking forward to her evening classes, getting through another tedious day at the tobacco shop was pure torture. There was also the added pressure of knowing they were going to be rated by their weekend Doms. What if Ms. Clark was right and she had highly overrated herself?Master Coen and Ms. Clark will never let me live it down.
“Brie, what’s wrong with you today?” Mr. Reynolds asked with genuine concern. “You’ve put all the cigarettes in the wrong spots. You’ll have to redo them all.”
She gave out an irritated sigh. Stocking the cigarettes wasn’t even her job, but Jeff was on vacation in Florida with the owner of the shop. In fact, all of the employees except Mr. Reynolds and Brie were sunning themselves in Florida. She noted it was another reasonnotto hire family when running a business.
She pulled the cigarettes off the shelves and started over, apologizing to him. “I’m sorry, sir… No, I mean, Mr. Reynolds.” Brie felt heat rise to her cheeks. Calling anyone else ‘sir’ felt wrong, no matter how she meant it. He looked at her oddly, but let it pass.
Brie was extremely grateful when her shift was over. She raced home to get ready for class and arrived at the Training Center fifteen minutes early. She was shocked to find Blue Eyes at the entrance of the school, apparently waiting to talk to her. He held out his hand and formally introduced himself. “Hi, my name is Todd Wallace.”
She hesitated and did not immediately shake his hand. Seeing him here was disconcerting, considering the last time they’d met he’d called the cops to rescue her from a supposed kidnapping.
He chuckled self-consciously. “I want to apologize again for this weekend. I never meant to embarrass you.”
She smiled slightly and took his hand. “That’s okay. I appreciate that you were looking out for my welfare.”
He seemed relieved and gave her a crooked grin. “I didn’t realize there is another school on this campus. So…you’re studying to be a submissive?”
She burned with—what? Guilt? Shame? It was the first time someone from outside the school had known what she was doing. Well, she had no reason to feel ashamed, so she answered, “Yes, I am currently enrolled in the Training Center.”
“That’s great… I mean, I never knew such a thing existed until I checked the website.”
She knew exactly what Blue Eyes had found when he’d clicked on the website—all kinds of erotic photos of women in various BDSM poses. The last thing she needed was a total novice thinking he had a chance with her.
“Well, I can’t be late for class.” She brushed past him and hurried to the elevator.
Mr. Gallant was preparing for his lesson and acknowledged her with a slight nod. She sat down and waited patiently for the bell to ring. Her eyes were riveted to the papers lying on his desk. Those had to be their evaluations. She hoped he would keep the contents of them private, but knowing the school’s emphasis on teaching the girls as a unit, she suspected everyone would know how she’d rated with Rytsar Durov.
She let out a nervous sigh and Mr. Gallant glanced up at her. “Anything wrong, Miss Bennett?”
She graced him with a tense smile. “Just curious about my evaluation, Mr. Gallant.”
He nodded his head in understanding, but did not relieve her fears by reassuring her.
Both Mary and Lea entered the classroom at the same time. Once they were seated, he began the class—a full five minutes before the bell.
