Page 89 of Brie's Submission
“Miss Bennett still struggles with eye contact. Even though she was in the presence of her Dom, she continued to make eye contact with other males.”
Brie wanted to melt into the ground and disappear.
Ms. Clark jumped right on it, naturally. “You better explain yourself, Miss Bennett.”
Brie refused to look at her, feeling completely embarrassed and ashamed. “I wasn’t thinking, Ms. Clark. I just naturally look people in the eye when I am outside the Center.” She sighed deeply before continuing, “Obviously, it is a habit I need to break.”
“No, Miss Bennett,” Sir answered. “It is not a habit you need to break. It is one you need to be aware of when you are in the presence of your Dom.”
Brie was grateful that he understood it was a part of who she was. Yes, she could learnnotto look people in the eye, just as she had inside the walls of the Training Center, but to change that natural inclination would change a fundamental part of herself.
“Is there anything else to note?” Sir asked.
“Yes, as a matter of fact there is,” Marquis Gray replied amiably. “When presented with the choice of impressing potential film execs or following my order, she chose to follow my order. Although she hesitated, I was pleasantly surprised.”
“Hesitated?” Ms. Clark snapped. “After how many weeks of training?”
“Although I would normally agree with you, Samantha,” Marquis Gray answered, before turning his attention back to Brie, “I set the situation up specifically to see which was more important to you, Miss Bennett—your role as a sub or your potential career. I don’t think even you could answer that until tonight.”
Brie suddenly felt nauseated. She wasn’tonlya submissive; she still wanted a career in film.
Sir saw the devastation written on her face and a smile played across his lips. “Miss Bennett, it is not a case of either or. You can still be successful as a businesswoman as long as the Dom you select knows and agrees to support you in your career.”
Master Anderson’s baritone assurance followed. “You would be surprised how many prominent couples are living out the D/s lifestyle, Miss Bennett.”
“Thank you,” Brie said quietly, looking to the ground to hide her utter relief.
Lea was the last to be critiqued. Sir turned to their female trainer and asked, “Ms. Clark, how did Ms. Taylor do outside these walls?”
Ms. Clark seemed to glow when she spoke of Lea. “I must say, Ms. Taylor has the unique ability to read my wishes before I speak them. Had I not been with her these past few weeks, I would have mistaken her for a more experienced sub.”
Brie couldn’t help wondering if Lea had gotten to spend some alone time with Ms. Clark and enjoy that pretty blonde pussy. A good orgasm seemed to do wonders for Ms. Clark’s attitude towards a girl, but then, she always had liked Lea.
“So, Ms. Taylor handled herself well in public?” Sir asked.
“She was practically flawless. A real treat to escort.”
After Lea’s positive critique, she and Brie were allowed to leave. Mary, however, was forced to follow Master Coen. She had an almost haughty air about her as she walked down the hall.
Poor Mary—she was still her own worst enemy.
Her First DP
Brie was stunned to see Blue Eyes talking to Master Anderson at the front door of the Center the next evening. The two were in an intense conversation, which she was surprised to hear was about world politics. She hadn’t thought they’d notice as she passed by, but before she was through the door that Blue Eyes was holding open, he called out, “Good evening, Miss Bennett.”
She was startled to feel a small thrill that he hadn’t forgotten her, but did not turn around to acknowledge him. As she walked away, however, she began to feel agitated. What right did that boy have to talk to one ofhertrainers? It felt like an invasion of her space, her life. She turned around and glared at the boy. Tomorrow she was going to give him a piece of her mind—right between the eyes.
After Mr. Gallant’s class, the girls headed to the auditorium. Brie enjoyed practicums there, because they tended to be the most elaborate and exciting.
The girls sat down and Lea was the first called onto the stage. “We noticed last week that you had a particular affinity towards the violet wand,” Sir explained.
Brie saw her friend quiver in anticipation. “Yes, Sir.”
“We felt it only fair that you enjoy the instrument under the hands of a master.”
An older gentleman entered the stage. He had an Obi-Wan Kenobi vibe to him because of the large, hooded robe he wore.
“Undress and lie down, pet,” he commanded Lea. She artfully removed her clothes and then lay down on a bench. It was so low that her feet touched the floor. He tied her ankles to the legs of the bench, as well as her wrists, so that all of Lea’s womanly parts were open and exposed. Brie could see her large, unnatural breasts rising and falling rapidly. It was obvious to Brie, even from her seat, how excited Lea was.
