Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (15 page)

“Not if he wants this school to maintain its
reputation.”

Brie turned to face him and gazed longingly
into his dark eyes. “I won’t tell. I want to please you.”

He turned her back around and pressed up
against her. “No. Not tonight.”

Brie started to shiver uncontrollably.
Marquis Gray wrapped his arms tighter around her. “Why I am so
cold?” she asked, snuggling closer to him.

“You’re coming down from the high. It’s a
natural part of the experience.” He nuzzled her neck again. Brie
felt completely safe in his arms. She would never have suspected
the frightening ghost-man had such a soft side to him.

The door opened and Sir entered the room.
Brie looked up at him dreamily and smiled, forgetting that she was
naked, all cuddled up in Marquis Gray’s arms. He averted his eyes
and spoke to Marquis. “The panel is ready to explain tomorrow’s
auction to the group.”

“She still has another fifteen minutes or
so. Don’t worry. I’ll explain it to her.”

Sir nodded and left the room, slowly closing
the door behind him. If she hadn’t been so relaxed, Brie might have
worried about the expression on his face. But the way she was
feeling, nothing could touch her bliss. “What about the
auction?”

“Tomorrow the three of you will meet in the
commons, where a short auction will be held. The Doms in attendance
have been apprised of your fantasy and the Dom with the winning bid
will act it out with you.”

“What fantasy?”

“The one you wrote in your journal
today.”

Brie shook her head. “What? I thought that
was private.”

He growled in her ear, “What better way to
introduce you to the submissive lifestyle than to have your most
cherished fantasy lived out in real life?”

Delightful tremors coursed through her. “I
never thought of experiencing it in real life.”

“You are in for quite an experience. The Dom
who wins the bid will take you to his place of residence and play
with you throughout the day. Afterwards, he will return you to the
school for a short debriefing.”

She turned to him again. “I’m going to leave
the school?”

“Of course. We want you to have a real-life
experience. Every Saturday you will spend time with a different
Dom, living out your fantasies or his.”

Brie shivered again at the chill attacking
her body. She nestled into Marquis’ embrace, needing his warmth.
“Is there anything special I should do?”

“Remember what you have been taught. The
Doms understand that you have had only three days of training.”

“It sounds like tomorrow will be an
interesting day.” She sighed gleefully.

“I promise it will be an eye-opener for
you.”

“Can trainers bid?” she asked, half
joking.

“No, but I ‘m curious. Who would you
choose?” he growled in her ear.

“You and Sir for a little DP.”

He snorted. “Will never happen, I guarantee
it.”

“Why not?”

“Never mind why not.” He moved away from
her, gathering Brie’s clothes from a chair and handing them to her.
“Get dressed. You’ll have a long day tomorrow.”

She knew she had said something wrong, but
was too content to question him further. She slipped on her hose
and skirt, then asked Marquis for help when she couldn’t get her
corset tight enough. “Sting said I should wear it tighter.”

He came over to her and helped her with the
ties, almost taking her breath away when he pulled the cords.
“Yes,” she squeaked, “that’s good.”

“Do you do everything we suggest?”

“Of course—that’s why I’m here, isn’t
it?”

“A natural sub through and through.” He
tucked a curl behind her ear before opening the door to the
auditorium.

Their private time was over and his
countenance instantly changed. He returned to being distant and
menacing. She walked away from him, feeling a little shell-shocked
by the change in him after their tender moment together.

Brie could see that the other girls were
getting set to leave. Lea looked in her direction and gave her a
thumbs-up. She returned it with a little grin. Mary completely
ignored her, standing up to leave with a self-satisfied look on her
face.

“Miss Wilson and Ms. Taylor, remember to get
here early. The auction starts promptly at three in the afternoon,
and you will return here at eleven for an hour-long debriefing. Get
plenty of sleep. You should be fully rested for tomorrow’s event,”
Mr. Gallant encouraged.

Brie wondered what he was doing there. Were
they planning to kick her out of the program tonight? The
possibility frightened her.

Ms. Clark confirmed her worst fears when she
stated, “Miss Bennett, you will stay after class.”

Lea looked her way and put her hands
together in a sign of prayer before she left. Mary smiled knowingly
and sauntered out of the auditorium as if she owned the place.

Brie looked at the ground to appease Ms.
Clark and asked, “Where would you like me to sit?”

“You are expected to stand before the
panel,” the Dominatrix ordered.

She walked before them, her heart beating
wildly. To find her calling and then have it snatched from her
seemed incredibly unfair. She wasn’t going to stand for it!

Brie looked up and stared each of them in
the eye. “I have done nothing wrong. You have no reason to expel me
from the Training Center.” Brie looked down once she had finished
speaking, but not before she noticed the look of disgust on Ms.
Clark’s face.

“You have been called here tonight because
of Mr. Davis’ indiscretion. In the twenty-five years this school
has been running, we have never had such a breach of decorum,” Mr.
Gallant informed her. “Such an act threatens the integrity of the
program.”

“It was my mistake,” Sir asserted. “Miss
Bennett should not be made to pay.”

Master Coen sounded displeased and snapped,
“Maybe you should resign as headmaster.”

“If you feel it is necessary.”

Ms. Clark interjected, “We cannot afford to
lose Mr. Davis. The school has been extremely successful under his
leadership. I say the sub must go!”

“Miss Bennett shows promise,” Marquis Gray
said with conviction. “It would be irresponsible for this school to
allow her talent to be wasted because of a trainer’s misstep.”

Master Coen countered, “I have reason to
suspect you have also fallen under the spell of this student. I
believe she is a detriment to the school, not an asset.”

“How can grown men talk about this woman as
if she has mystical powers?” Mr. Gallant asked. “Miss Bennett is a
hardworking, dedicated student who has done nothing but attempt to
meet our rigorous standards. If we have trainers who lack
restraint, that does not reflect badly on her. Miss Bennett is
not
the one to blame in this situation.”

“Which brings me back to my original
suggestion,” Master Coen stated. “I believe Thane should step down
as headmaster.”

There were several grunts on the panel. Brie
could stay silent no longer. “Do I have permission to speak?”

Several of the Doms answered at the same
time. Most were yes, but one or two voices said no. Sir answered
for them all. “Yes, Miss Bennett.”

She looked him in the eye, willing herself
not to cry. “I refuse to be the reason you resign from this school.
As much as I want my training to continue, it is not worth that.”
She held her head up and announced to the panel, “I willingly quit
the program.” She turned away from them and started towards the
door.

You can cry later
, she reminded
herself. She heard furious whispering behind her. Before she made
it to the door, Master Coen called out, “Return before the panel,
Miss Bennett.”

She held her breath as she walked back to
them.

The auditorium was deathly silent. Brie felt
the eyes of all five on her. She wasn’t sure if it was a power play
on their part, but she stood quietly, looking at the floor the way
a proper submissive should.

Sir finally spoke. “The panel has decided to
reject your request to leave the program. You will continue on as a
student here and I will continue as headmaster.”

Ms. Clark added angrily, “You are expected
to follow our commands to the letter. Do you understand, Miss
Bennett? When I say jump, you’d better jump.”

Brie did not look up, but answered clearly,
“Yes, Mistress Clark.”

“Additionally,” Marquis Gray said, “you
shall not fraternize with any of the trainers outside the confines
of your training.”

Again, Brie kept her head down and nodded.
Yes, they were allowing her to stay in the program, but they were
still acting as if she was the problem. Well, she would prove them
wrong.

“I understand, Master Gray.” She wondered if
he was smiling or frowning at her choice of title.

“Brie,” Mr. Gallant said, “I want you to
look at me.”

She held her head up and gazed into his
caring eyes.

“We are here to provide you with the best
training possible. I encourage you to go forward as if this had
never happened. You are correct. You have done nothing wrong and
you will not be punished for it. Your only job is to learn. We will
take care of the rest.”

“Thank you, Mr. Gallant.”

“You are dismissed.”

She bowed to the panel and left. Her heels
clicked loudly, echoing in the auditorium. Instead of it being a
lonely sound, she imagined that her footsteps resonated with
power.

To Sir, with Love

What a crazy night!

Brie had gone from the joy of having spent
time with Sir alone, the evening before, to the torture of a
Brazilian, of being forced to watch Sir as he mounted Mary, and of
almost being kicked out of the program. It had been more than a
normal girl could take. But…fully realizing her own power as a
submissive and following that up with an intense experience with
Marquis Gray had given Brie a high like none she’d experienced.
There was nothing else on earth that could have made her feel this
good!

She lay on her bed, looking up at the
ceiling. Despite that incredible feeling, something was needling
her heart. She glanced over at her video equipment. This would be
the first weekend that she wouldn’t be filming a short. It seemed a
little tragic. Even though she hadn’t found success as a filmmaker
yet, she still dreamed she would, someday. Was it possible becoming
a submissive would steal that from her?

No freakin’ way!

She got off the bed and set up her camera.
Maybe she wouldn’t have time to make creative shorts, but she could
certainly record her thoughts as she went through her submissive
training. Maybe she could make it into a documentary and sell it
afterwards.

Brie reapplied her makeup and fixed her hair
before sitting down in front of the camera. She spent the next
forty-five minutes going over her thoughts and impressions of the
first two days—minus her tryst with Sir—and titled the sitting
The Weeding Out Period
. It was amazing to realize that over
those two short days she’d discovered so much about herself. Brie
had enjoyed sexual encounters with men she would have never
considered partnering with before. She’d also addressed a
deep-seated anxiety that had controlled her life since childhood,
based on abuses she had suffered. Her dark Dom, Baron, had helped
to soften her fear of African American men, and she sincerely hoped
she would have further sessions with him.

As far as the submissive lifestyle went,
she’d learned simple etiquette and experienced personal and very
real disappointment when she, as a sub, had failed to obey her Dom.
What she hadn’t understood until now was that pleasing another,
giving her power over to him, was a heady experience. It was a
turn-on like no other. She was
hooked
.

She signed off for the night, too tired to
record her thoughts about Day Three’s lessons. It was probably for
the best. It was still too fresh for her. She needed time to go
over the many levels of pain and pleasure she’d experienced in that
short duration of time.

Brie closed her eyes and snuggled into her
blanket. She was surprised that the needling was still pricking her
heart. Then it hit her—the look in Sir’s eyes when he’d seen her
with Marquis Gray.

She was wide awake now. The look in his eyes
had been as vulnerable as it had been after their intimate session
together. It hadn’t been a look of hurt. No, it had been something
much deeper than that. He’d knowingly risked his career just to
spend time alone with her when he could easily have taken her
virginity on the stage. Why would he have done that?

Brie knew the answer: he’d wanted it to be
private. They hadn’t had to share that moment with anyone else. Her
heart began beating rapidly as she began to understand just how
much he cared for her. His claim about the protection collar
meaning nothing was a bunch of bull. They both wanted to claim each
other, but her current training prevented it for another five
weeks. Could she survive for that long?
Yes!

In fact, Brie was more determined than ever.
At the end of the training, she would be the perfect sub. Sir had
been willing to give up his position so that she could continue.
She would make the most of her training and prove to everyone that
she deserved to stay. By the end of it, she would force Ms. Clark
and Master Coen to eat crow.

She looked over at the empty pillow on the
left side of her bed. She imagined Sir laying his head on it,
looking at her solemnly. Brie got up and retrieved her little
bullet ‘toy’—her best friend, at a time like this.

She turned it on full blast, knowing no
other speed would do, and then placed the frantically vibrating toy
against her clit.
Yum…
Her body instantly relaxed and she
gave in to the delicious vibration.