Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (63 page)

“What?” Mary growled. “I told you I wanted
my chance with him. I never hid my intentions from you, bitch.”

“You know I am considering Faelan as my
Master.”

“Which is exactly
why
I had to make
my move tonight.”

The look in Mary’s eyes was something new.
There was a look of vulnerability underneath all the bravado. Brie
didn’t need her to complicate matters further. “Stay far from him,”
she snapped, then walked away before she said something cruel.

Lea caught up with Brie. “What’s going
on?”

“Do you know what Mary did?”

“Yeah. I can’t believe she would go after
Faelan like that. What did he say to you afterwards?”

Brie sighed. “Well, he claims I’m the only
one he wants to collar, but he admits he has the hots for the
cow.”

“What about Tono? What happened with
him?”

Brie rolled her eyes in an attempt to keep
the tears from forming. “Oh, his dad thinks I’m no good.”

“That’s bullshit!” Lea blurted loudly.
Several groups of people turned towards them and Lea clamped her
hands over her mouth. “I’m sorry, Brie,” she whispered, “but I just
can’t believe that. You are the best sub to graduate from this
place. How can he say that?”

Brie struggled to say the words that rang in
her head. “He says I have a ravenous soul…”

Lea wrapped Brie in her arms and pressed her
against those very large breasts. “No! Don’t even go there. You
have a beautiful soul and Tono is lucky to love you.”

Brie buried her head in Lea’s chest,
suddenly feeling like a little kid. “I love him, Lea. I do,
but…”

“But what, sweetie?” she asked, moving
Brie’s hair out of the way so she could hear her better.

Brie said in the barest of whispers, “I
don’t know if our love will be enough.”

Lea squeezed her then, long and hard. Brie
could feel the blood pounding in her head from the lack of oxygen,
but she didn’t move from her friend’s embrace until Lea let go. She
held Brie by her shoulders and smiled. “What did the sadistic Dom
say to his helplessly bound sub as he cut at her bonds with a
machete?”

Brie shrugged, struggling to participate in
Lea’s poor attempt at distraction.

Lea answered with a huge grin, “Tonight,
we’re going vanilla!”

Brie shook her head at the terrible joke,
but let a weak smile make its way to her face. Lea was always good
for a laugh. “I’m going to miss you, girl.”

Lea protested. “Oh, no, you’re not getting
rid of me that easy. Sorry, Stinky Cheese, you are stuck with me
for life.”

Brie gave her an overenthusiastic hip bump
that set her off balance. Lea was just about to return the favor
when her face went slack and her jaw dropped.

“
Radost moya
.”

That deep sound reverberated through Brie
and she turned slowly towards his voice. Rytsar Donkova stood
before her in all his Russian glory. She suddenly felt shy standing
before the impressive Dom. Brie quickly looked to the floor and
tried to calm her erratic pulse as she bowed before him.

Brie sneaked a peek, and then smiled when
she saw the mischievous glint in his eye. “My warrior returns,” she
whispered.

His low rolling laughter filled the entire
commons. “
Radost moya
has grown up, I see.” He lifted Brie
off the ground and crushed her to his chest. She’d forgotten how
strong and muscular he was.

She wasn’t sure how to act, now that she
knew he was a prominent Dom in Europe. It was as intimidating as
she’d thought it would be. Brie looked up at him shyly, “It seems
you speak English.”

He winked as he lifted her higher and kissed
her hard on the lips. She was instantly transported back to her
warrior fantasy, where he had fulfilled her every desire. It left
her shaky and weak.

Rytsar placed her back on the ground and
motioned to one of his entourage. The beefy bodyguard produced a
package and handed it to Rytsar, who in turn handed it to Brie.

“This is for you, my little joy. In honor of
your graduation.”

Brie slowly unwrapped the gold paper and
lifted the lid of the box. Inside was an exquisite set of golden
handcuffs encrusted with small jewels. She touched the multicolored
stones in admiration. “Thank you, Rytsar. It’s stunning.”

“Something useful your Master might enjoy.”
He looked up and motioned Sir over, then slapped him heartily on
the back. “I cannot stay,
moy droog
. However, I wanted to
congratulate you on training such a rare beauty. If she could
handle Russian winters I would claim her for my own.”

Sir looked genuinely pleased when he
answered Rytsar. “I am glad you came, Donkova, although I am
disappointed that you cannot stay. We should get together and catch
up.”

“Yes. Drag your sorry
zhopa
out of
this school for a couple of weeks and join me in Russia. I promise
to show you a grandiose time.” He raised his hands in the air,
spreading his arms wide.

Sir’s laughter warmed Brie’s heart. “Yes,
well, some of us have to work for a living.”

Rytsar growled loudly. “Peasant.”

Sir answered in mock disgust,
“Aristocrat.”

The muscular Russian laughed as he smacked
Sir hard on the back again. “Come join me later tonight. You know
where.” He turned his attention back to Brie. He took her hand and
turned it palm up before planting a sensual kiss in the center.
“Choose wisely,
radost moya
.”

With that, he left with Sir, who escorted
the entire entourage out—the impressive Rytsar and his three beefy
bodyguards. When they were out of earshot, Lea whispered
appreciatively, “Damn…”

“Yeah,” Brie replied.

Lea asked to look at Rytsar’s gift and dug
the handcuffs out of the box, holding them up for a better look.
“Girl, he couldn’t have come up with a better gift for a sub who
likes bondage.”

“Yeah, yeah, put it back,” Brie ordered,
feeling embarrassed by the expensive gift.

“Oh, no, you have to wear this. It’s far too
pretty to keep inside a box.” Lea took the key attached to the
cuffs and opened one up, looping it around the chain on Brie’s
waist. She stood back to admire her work. “Yes, now you are utterly
irresistible.”

Brie looked down and swung her hips,
listening to the pleasant jingle of the cuffs. It did look like a
lovely accent piece. She looked up to thank Lea, but saw that her
friend had moved over to talk to the Sheik and his five comely
harem girls.

Rachael Dunningham took the opportunity to
step over and talk to Brie. “Hello, Miss Bennett. I want to let you
know what a pleasure it has been to work with you.”

“No, thank you, Rachael. It was your
helpfulness and professionalism that convinced me this school was
legit. If it weren’t for you, I never would have enrolled.”

“Speaking about enrollment, you might be
happy to learn that the young lady you emailed about has contacted
the school. Candy Moore will be starting the next session in two
weeks.”

Brie was thrilled by the news. “Rachael,
that’s absolutely wonderful! I’ve worried about her ever since that
day on the bus.” She gave Rachael a big hug, and then another for
good measure. “I’ll start payments next week.”

Rachael smiled amiably. “No need. She has
procured a sponsor.”

Brie leaned in close. “Can I ask who?”

“Normally, we don’t divulge such
information. However, you have a vested interest in the girl so I
don’t see any harm. Mr. Gallant is paying her tuition.”

Brie glanced over to where Mr. Gallant stood
with his arm around the waist of his submissive wife.
What an
extraordinary man.

“Please do not let him know I told you. He’s
an excruciatingly humble person,” Rachael warned.

“Duly noted,” Brie answered, but she
couldn’t help staring at the short yet imposing Dom. She had always
admired her teacher, but Mr. Gallant truly was a man above all
men.

Marquis Gray motioned Brie over and
announced, “It is almost time. Are you ready?”

Brie nodded, confident in her decision. Of
the two men, she knew whom she wanted to serve, despite her
reservations.

Marquis guided her to a separate room that
held a small, round table. The table was elegantly dressed in red
velvet with an exquisite collar in the center. The silver piece was
delicately engraved. Brie lightly touched the pearl that hung in
front. Even more enchanting was the heart-shaped lock that fastened
in the back. Beside it lay an intricate key on a chain. The key
would be worn by her Master.

“You will wait here until your name is
announced. Stand beside Headmaster Davis and he will speak a few
words to the community. Once he gives you permission, you will walk
up to the Dom of your choice and kneel before him, holding up the
collar and key. If he accepts your offer, a formal Collaring
Ceremony will begin. During the ceremony, you will give your vows
to one another and your Master will place the collar around your
neck, accepting you as his submissive.”

Brie felt the butterflies start just
listening to his instructions. In a few minutes, she would be
kneeling before her Master. She took a couple of deep breaths to
calm her nerves and then smiled at Marquis Gray. “This is it.”

“Yes, pearl. Your time has come. Embrace it
with courage and don’t look back.”

“I will…Master.”

He gave her a crooked smile. “Master to you
no longer.”

She heard Sir’s strong voice outside the
room. “As a graduate, each submissive is given the opportunity to
partake in the Collaring Ceremony. This year, one submissive has
chosen to do so. Miss Bennett, present yourself to the
community.”

Marquis offered his arm and escorted her
out. She made her way to Sir with her eyes downcast and her poor
heart beating like a snare drum. Once she was at his side, she
knelt down, facing the community, and waited for him to begin.

“As is tradition for our school, a
submissive who feels she has found her Master at the end of the
course is allowed to present a ceremonial collar to the Dom of her
choice. If accepted, a formal collaring ceremony will immediately
follow.”

Sir turned and looked down at Brie. “Such a
union is not to be entered into lightly. Are you secure in your
decision?”

She glanced up at him and nodded. “I am,
Sir.”

He then commanded in an official tone, “Miss
Bennett, present your collar now.”

Brie gracefully rocked off her heels and
stood up, looking at Tono and Faelan on the other side of the room.
The men stood side by side, but both only had eyes for her. She
held herself erect as she started towards her Master. She walked
fluidly and with confidence, just as she had been taught.

Brie peeked at Tono. He was smiling, peace
and assurance flowing from him like a river. Beside him stood his
father. The small man was also staring at her, but his mouth was a
hard line, his disapproval easy to read.

She glanced at Faelan. He was gazing at her
intently, a half-grin gracing his handsome face. Brie caught a
glimpse of Mary behind him and saw a look of complete devastation.
It made her stop in her tracks.

Brie could feel the tension rise in the
room.

Time slowed down to a crawl as everything
suddenly came into focus. As much as she loved Tono, he would not
be able to meet her deepest desires. Faelan shared those same
desires, but she did not love him. Brie knew what she wanted beyond
a shadow of a doubt. There was no other choice—there never had
been.

She turned around and walked towards Sir,
the delicate collar held out before her. She saw the slight shake
of his head but she ignored it.

Brie knelt down at his feet and held the
collar and key up to him. Silence filled the huge room. She
patiently waited for Sir to take them from her. As the seconds
dragged by, however, a cold chill entered her heart.

He finally spoke a soft but commanding,
“No.”

Brie shuddered in disbelief, her heart
crushing in on itself as she remained bowed before him. He had
warned her that this would happen…
This is my fault.
Now the
entire room knew her choice and there was no turning back.

Tears fell as she slowly stood up and turned
from him. Her feet made their way to the exit as if of their own
accord. No one spoke as the crowd silently parted in front of
her.

She would scream later, in the privacy of
her own pain. Right now, her only goal was to make it out of the
Center with what little dignity she had left. She lifted her head,
even though she could not see through the tears.
Don’t run,
Brie. Walk…

Brie Bows Before
Him

Before she could make it to the elevator,
his voice floated over the sea of people. “Brie.”

She pressed the button, unsure if it was her
own wishful thinking.

“Come back and face me.”

Brie inhaled deeply before turning around.
She wiped the tears away and looked Sir straight in the eye as she
hesitantly made her way back to him. His eyes conveyed
nothing—neither hope nor disapproval.

“Kneel.”

It took all of her will to kneel before him
again. She felt his hand on her head and gasped at the warmth that
flowed into her soul. He announced in a voice that encompassed the
entire room, “I resign as headmaster of the school.”

Brie could feel the shockwave ripple through
the multitudes.

“I offer up Master Anderson as a worthy
replacement, but the panel will be in charge of the final
decision.”

The room remained hushed.

“Offer your collar to me again,” Sir
commanded. She held her breath as he took the collar and key she
held out to him. “I accept this collar as a symbol of the offering
of yourself, and promise to thoughtfully guide and lead you.”