Page 7 of Brie's Submission
Brie stumbled twice before she made it out of the room. She heard Sir call out to her, “Shoes!” She turned to him and nodded, humiliated at being called out like that. She gritted her teeth and tried to walk away with grace.Damn these fucking shoes!
The Second Practicum
The commons was in the center of the building. It had been set up with wine, beer, finger foods and miniature desserts.A girl’s dream.All five of the women were silent as they gathered what they wanted and sat at a nearby table. Once they were seated, Brie spoke up. “Well, that was different.” There was nervous laughter all around. The group quietly consumed their refreshments, each mulling over what had just happened.
It didn’t seem real that Brie had been taken by a stranger—and not just any stranger. The man had been the exact opposite of what she found attractive. It had been a shocking test, but it had opened her eyes. Age did not hold the importance she’d thought it did. What else would she find out about herself?
Sir came to the commons area a short time later. “I want to speak to you each individually before we begin the next practicum. Miss Sanders,” he said, directing a small brunette to join him at a far-off table.
The conversation between them looked intense, and the prospect of speaking to Sir alone like that made Brie nervous. She took another sip of wine to build her courage.
All the other women were called up to talk to him before she finally got her chance. She subconsciously bit her lip as she tried to walk gracefully in her heels. There was only a slight wobble near the end and she prayed he hadn’t noticed.
“I saw your video,” he stated when she sat down. Brie blanched a little. What was he going to say about it? “I am curious. It says on your application that you do not like anal sex.” She nodded slowly in agreement. “Why, then, did you use the dildo in such a manner?”
“The instructions said to.”
A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “No, they did not. You were only instructed to stimulate your anus.”
Brie’s eyes widened. “You mean I didn’t have to?”
“No. But the fact that you did says a lot about you.”
She closed her eyes, feeling sick.What does it say about me?Did he think she was a slut, or maybe a liar?
“Look at me.” Brie opened her eyes and saw Sir staring at her kindly. “You believed you did not like anal sex, although you hadn’t tried it. It was obvious in your video.” Brie wondered what he meant by that, but was afraid to ask. “I think there is a lot you don’t know about yourself, Miss Bennett.”
Brie’s bottom lip quivered. “I think you are right, Sir.”
“We plan to strip away any misconceptions you have in the next few weeks. You may find out things about yourself that will shock you. Are you prepared for that?”
“I don’t know, Sir.”
His chuckle was low and lighthearted. It delighted her to hear it. “Fair enough. I see great potential in you, but you will need to trust our guidance and be true to your instincts. Don’t try to be or do something that doesn’t come naturally. Be authentic and you will help the process go much faster. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir. I’m actually looking forward to it.”
“Fine.” He stood up, and she followed suit. Sir casually rested his hand on the small of her back as he addressed the group. Brie struggled to hear his words because all she could concentrate on was his touch. Her whole body vibrated, as if an electrical current was grounding her.
“Follow me to the auditorium. We have something special planned for each of you.”
Sir removed his hand and walked ahead of the group. It was as if the electricity had suddenly been turned off, and Brie struggled to move. All she wanted was for Sir to touch her again.
A lanky blonde in black leather moved in close to her and growled under her breath, “Bitch!”
And it starts…Brie wasn’t surprised that the other girls had noticed his gesture, nor was she shocked that some of them resented it. She stumbled as her ankle rolled again. The blonde laughed at her expense, gliding across the floor flawlessly in her six-inch heels.Stupid cow.
The auditorium was circular, with a small stage in the center and rows of seats all around it. The other instructors were already there, waiting for them. The small group was directed to sit in the front row.
“Once again, your partner has been chosen based on the questionnaire you filled out. This time, however, we willallwatch your performance.” He nodded towards the students. “We want you to observe and learn from each other.”
Brie was excited at the prospect of watching the other girls. She just hoped she wasn’t the first one called up.
Luckily, Sir called Miss Sanders’ name and told her to go up onto the stage. The small brunette walked up the steps timidly. Brie could tell she was shaking like a leaf and clapped her hands in support. Several of the other girls joined her—except Blonde Nemesis, of course.
Sir spoke in a smooth, calming tone. “Miss Sanders, you stated that you dislike the idea of being whipped.”
“Yes, Sir,” she answered in a barely audible whisper.
