Page 67 of Brie's Submission
“Nice,” Lea complimented. “Oh, that’s a definite keeper.”
When it was time to leave, Brie invited both girls to her place to film their thoughts about that past week for her documentary.
“Are you insane?” Mary bristled. “There is no way I would let you record me. Go to hell.” Her response didn’t necessarily surprise Brie—that girl was all kinds of closed doors.
“Suit yourself, Mary,” Lea answered gleefully. “I can’t wait to find out all the juicy details of Brie’s time with Doctor Harris.”
“Oooh, and I can’t wait to find out what having a Domme is like.” Brie turned to Lea and asked, “Whatwasshe like, anyway?”
“I’m not saying a word until we get to your place.” Lea grinned at Mary impishly. “Ta-ta, Mary. You don’t know what you’re missing.”
The two headed to her apartment, leaving Mary behind. On the drive there, Brie reflected that Blondie still had a long way to go before she would truly be one of the team, but tonight had been a decent start. Mary’s line of, “Are you fucking kidding me, Sir?” would play in Brie’s mind from now on whenever she wanted to say no to her Doms.
Even better was Mary’s revelation that this week they would be focusing on bondage lessons. Brie quivered in excitement at the delightful opportunities waiting ahead.
The Call of the Rope
As Brie walked towards the Training Center on Monday, she shook her head. Blue Eyes—her pet name for Todd Wallace—was there at the front door again. He’d been there every day, waiting for her and, just like the times before, he pushed open the door and let her pass with a simple, “Good evening, Miss Bennett.”
She nodded and tried to walk past him, but a crowd of students rushed through the door, propelling her against his chest. She noticed Todd had a manly smell—one that inspired a feeling of intense sexuality. It made her heart flutter. She mumbled a quick apology without looking at him, then headed towards the elevator as quickly as her six-inch heels would allow.
Once the elevator doors had closed, Brie took a couple of deep breaths to calm her rapidly beating heart. No way was she going to let that boy complicate her life. She had plenty of experienced Doms to tease and please her. A lowly business student didn’t stand a chance against them.
By the time the elevator doors opened, she had regained her composure.Now for the real fun!she thought as she walked into Mr. Gallant’s classroom. She waved at both Lea and Mary as she sat down. It felt a little strange to see Mary’s lips curve upwards in an attempt at a smile. It wasn’t natural; even Mary seemed to think so, and her ‘smile’ quickly disappeared.
Mr. Gallant cleared his throat and started class before the bell, as per the norm. “I was pleased to see your ratings from this last auction. It’s an improvement over last week, and highlights your continued progress. Well done, ladies.”
Mr. Gallant handed Brie her evaluation first. “Another seven. A nice, solid performance, Miss Bennett.” She took the packet but waited to look through it, wanting to hear the other girls’ scores.
“Miss Wilson, Sir Thomas gave you a six. A marked improvement over last week.” He handed out the last one to Lea. “Ms. Taylor, you also received a six from your Domme, Mistress White. Please look over their ratings and learn from them.”
Brie looked through the pages. ‘Beautifully unwilling, but unfailingly obedient. Focused on pleasing her Master.’ ‘Deep-throat skills above expected.’ ‘Found her to be a fascinating individual able to hold an intelligent conversation, as well as my cock in her mouth—lovely.’ Brie searched through it again to find her weaknesses, but only found, ‘Throat was irritated, should rest for a couple of days.’
She was curious as to why she had only received a seven if he’d had no complaints. Her question was soon answered when an assistant walked into the room and handed Mr. Gallant an apple.
Her teacher looked at it curiously, and then walked over to her desk and gave it to Brie. “Apparently, Master Harris wanted you to have this.”
She took the red apple tied with a black bow, noting it had a small card bearing her name attached. She opened the envelope and read the contents.
Miss Bennett, enjoy the apple. It is my little reminder for you NOT to irritate your throat for another twenty-four hours. Doctor’s orders. I personally would have rated you higher, but it is frowned upon at the Center. (We wouldn’t want new subs to get big heads.)
Brie blushed and slipped the card into her coat pocket.
“What did he say?” Mr. Gallant asked.
“He wants me not to deep-throat today because of my irritated throat.”
Mr. Gallant frowned slightly. “Odd… Miss Bennett, do you feel a deeper connection was made between you two?”
Lea gasped softly. Brie looked over in her direction, suddenly aware of her friend’s feelings towards the good doctor. Lea hadn’t mentioned anything, but it was easy to read on her face now.
Brie answered Mr. Gallant truthfully. “No, I’m not into doctors and he knows that.” She could see Lea visibly relax. How adorable that her friend had a crush on Master Harris. She could see the two making a good pair because of their shared sense of humor and similar tastes in kink.
“I will begin the class, then. I want to start by asking the same question I did last week. Do you think there is such a thing as the ‘perfect sub’?”
Lea raised her hand and was quickly called on. “Yes, I believe if I work really hard I can become the perfect sub.”
Mr. Gallant turned to Brie. “Do you agree, Miss Bennett?”
