What To Read After FSOG: The Gemstone Collection Part Two (130 page)

Brie heard the man growl under his breath, “Do it.”

The girl bowed her head lower, shaking it slowly.

The male stared at her in disgust. The girl cowered under his intense stare, wiping away the tears that escaped her tightly closed lids.

“Do it,” he commanded again.

Her whole body shook in fear, but she did not move.

“I’m
not
asking…”

Again, the girl shook her head.

The look on the man’s face transformed from disgust to rage in the blink of an eye. His glare was so intense it looked as if it were burning into his girlfriend’s skull. His voice was cool. “Understand there will be consequences.”

Brie noticed the girl shudder in response before she looked up at him pleadingly. Brie was not surprised to see the collar around her gaunt neck, confirming her initial suspicion. “I’m sorry,” the sub squeaked.

“Don’t,” he said, turning away from her. “Apologies mean nothing.”

More tears fell down her cheeks, but the sub said no more, apparently accepting her fate.

The man glanced over in Brie’s direction and she quickly averted her eyes, trying to hide the abhorrence she felt. She knew there were submissives who enjoyed humiliation in public, but it was disturbingly obvious that this was not the case for the girl seated across the aisle.

The man snarled in a low voice, “You have one more chance.”

The girl turned her face towards him, and that was when Brie saw the bruise on her cheek. “I can’t,” she whimpered.

Chills traveled down Brie’s spine. This was not a power play between a Dom and his sub. This was an abusive Dom wannabe taking advantage of an inexperienced submissive.

Brie popped out of her seat and approached them. She knew the protocol needed to appease the male, so she turned to him first, trying to keep her tone respectful. “Sir, may I speak with her?”

“Who the hell are you?” he barked.

She could not meet his hateful gaze when she answered, but kept her eyes cast downward in seeming reverence. “I’m no one, sir. But I have a humble suggestion for your girlfriend with the lovely collar.”

He snorted, as though he understood that she recognized their D/s relationship. He seemed to stand a little prouder when he answered, “Fine, you may speak.”

Brie gracefully knelt beside the wretched girl and smiled tenderly. “Hi, my name is Brie. What’s yours?”

The girl looked up at her ‘Dom’ and waited for his nod before she replied softly. “Candy. My name is Candy.”

“That’s a good name. You look perfectly delicious.” Brie saw the slightest glimmer in the girl’s eye, and it suddenly dawned on her what to do. She dug through her purse and pulled out her wallet, then took out the business card Sir had given her. It was something she cherished, but Brie knew with certainty that this girl needed it more.

She handed it over, saying, “May I humbly suggest this course? It’s changed my life.”

Before the girl could read it, the man grabbed it from her. “What’s this?” He laughed unkindly. “Yes, this is exactly what
you
need,” he said, giving the card back.

Brie put her hand on Candy’s trembling knee. “Trust me. This will change your life for the better.”

The ‘Dom’ addressed Brie, so she stood up and turned towards him. He dared to grab her chin to look her over. “You
are
a lovely thing. Come with us, so I can see what you’ve learned at this Center of yours.”

Brie pulled away from him, trying to hide the revulsion she felt, afraid that a misstep on her part would guarantee that Candy wouldn’t be allowed to attend the Training Center. “I’m sorry, sir, but I cannot.”

His eyes narrowed angrily—he was obviously unused to subs denying him. “Why?”

She caressed the collar around her neck when she answered in a whisper, “Only my Sir commands me.”

The wannabe actually laughed. “Loyal, are you?” He turned to Candy and remarked, “You could learn a lot from this one. Maybe I’ll let you take the class. You need it, because truth be told, you suck.”

Brie backed away with her head down, muttering, “Thank you, sir.” She returned to her seat and gazed out of the window. She smiled to herself, thrilled that she had been given the chance to pass on the information to a sub who truly needed it. Once Candy learned what was expected of a real Dom, she would leave that poor excuse for a man.

Later that night, Brie sent an email to Rachael Dunningham:

Dear Rachael,

Today I recommended the Training Center to a sub that could really use it. If a girl named Candy contacts you wanting to join in the next few weeks, I do not want money to be an issue. If she does not qualify for a scholarship, I am willing to act as her sponsor. Although I do not have much, I can commit to fifty dollars a month until I pay the full amount.

Thank you,

Brie Bennett

She shut her laptop, then picked up her purse and fished out her wallet. She opened it forlornly and looked at the empty space that had once held Sir’s card. Even though she missed its comforting presence, she knew the card was exactly where it belonged.

Brie settled into her bed and let out a pitiful whimper. There were only two weeks left… Two weeks to experience all the trainers had for her in the safety and refuge of the Center. Even more distressing was the fact that she only had a short time before she would choose which Dom she wanted to call Master permanently.

In the suffocating silence of night, Brie couldn’t shut out the nagging feeling that her choice might not be based solely on her heart, but on the growth her chosen Dom could provide. She was stunned to find herself unsure which of the four men it would be.

Brie Surrenders to His Will

B
rie wondered if it would be uncomfortable seeing Blue Eyes now that she knew him as Faelan. She walked up to the entrance of the Submissive Training Center in her fuck-me heels and saw him standing there, waiting for her, the same as he always had. He acted normally, opening the door and letting her pass with his familiar, “Good evening, Miss Bennett.”

She couldn’t help smiling as she walked through the door. “Thank you, Mr. Wallace.”

Brie headed to class and sat there patiently waiting for her evaluation. Lea rushed into the classroom just as the bell rang. She barely made it to her seat before the ringing ended. The girls knew Mr. Gallant wasn’t happy at her tardiness, but he said nothing and picked up their evaluations.

“Another exceptional week for you three. Again, I must caution you not to let these scores confuse you. There is much to learn in the next two weeks and none of you are as prepared as you think.”

Mr. Gallant handed Lea hers first, with a slight frown on his typically friendly face. It was just enough to act as punishment for cutting class so close. “An eight from Sire Luke. Apparently your oral skills are improving, Ms. Taylor. Keep up the good work.”

He gave Mary her packet. “Also an eight, Miss Wilson. You
especially
should not let this go to your head. Note the areas of weakness. For you, they are a serious concern.”

Mr. Gallant handed Brie her evaluation with a tender look in his eye. “You received a nine. Unheard of at this level, and I am sure only given because of the emotional aspect of your encounter. However, it is obvious you gave your Dom exactly what he needed. For that you should be commended, but understand that your level of experience should preclude you from a score as high as this.”

“Yes, Mr. Gallant.”

Brie took her evaluation and lightly kissed the packet before opening it. Captain had been a kind Master—so tender and yet deliciously demanding of her body. She eagerly read his comments: ‘It is a rare sub who knows what her Master needs better than he does himself.’ ‘Agreeable, pleasing.’ ‘Trusted instincts in lieu of Master’s wishes. In my case, exactly what I needed.’ ‘Truly a beauty in mind and spirit.’

A tear fell from her cheek onto the paper.

“Anything wrong, Miss Bennett?” Mr. Gallant asked.

She shook her head. “No, Mr. Gallant.” She patted the packet tenderly when she answered him. “It was a special encounter.”

“Very well. Although your Dom meant it as a compliment, I would heed his observation about letting your gut instincts get in the way of your duty.”

Brie bowed her head. He was the second trainer to mention her dependency on her instincts. “I understand I still have a lot to learn, Mr. Gallant.”

“I’m not suggesting you ignore your instincts, but do not rely on them.”

Brie suddenly wondered if he was the one responsible for recommending her to Captain.

The next words out of his mouth startled and unnerved Brie. “We only have two more weeks before the end of the course, which means this is the last week you will be in this class together. Next week, you three will be split up so we can focus on your particular interests and talents.”

Brie looked forlornly at Lea and Mary.
Our last week together?

“Expect this week to be a challenge. Up to this point, the training has centered on you finding your limits. This week shall center on submitting your will to your Doms’ various needs.”

He turned to Mary and asked, “Miss Wilson, are you familiar with the term ‘objectification’?”

“Is that when a sub acts like footstool or something?”

His lips became a thin line. “That is a very simplified example. Objectification is the practice of using a person as a tool for one’s own pleasure. The sub’s needs, thoughts and wants are of no consequence.”

He looked directly at Brie when he continued, “To the uneducated, it may appear uncaring and disrespectful. However, it actually speaks to a higher level of trust and intimacy. The submissive willingly gives her body over to her Dom to be used as he pleases. Her gratification comes from bringing comfort or pleasure to her Master. If this seems strange to you, consider this—even in non-D/s relationships, couples have occasions where they are so caught up in their own pleasure they forget the needs of their partners. It is a normal human reaction. Within a D/s relationship, it is simply more obvious. The difference lies in the fact that the objectification is consensual.”

He walked to the other side of the classroom and addressed Lea next. “A simple example would be a quickie or blow job. The Dom uses the sub to orgasm and then goes back to whatever he or she is doing. It can also be more complicated, such as playing the part of an inanimate object or even animal play.”

Brie instantly thought of Captain and how much she’d enjoyed being his pet. It had been a lovely encounter she’d cherished.

Mr. Gallant continued, “To the casual observer it may appear one-sided, but the reality is that the exchange of power is arousing for both individuals. In giving up her power, the sub is able to fully embrace her Dom’s pleasure and claim it for her own. For the Dominant, the gift of such an exchange serves to highlight the submissive’s devotion to him, which is both appreciated and thoroughly enjoyed.”

He walked back to his desk before he faced the girls. “Tonight you will be sharing in a practicum together. Please head upstairs to the limousine waiting for you. This is an important assignment. We expect you not only to perform well, but to absorb and learn from the experience.”

Brie was thrilled. Any practicum outside the Center’s walls was exhilarating, but to do it with Lea and Mary would make it pure perfection!

The Dom hosting the party greeted the girls at the door. He was an older man with silver hair and a thin, serious face. “Thank you for coming,” he said, shaking Brie’s hand, then moving on to Lea’s and Mary’s. “I have several assistants who will instruct you as to your duties. My friends are used to flawless execution. See that you do not fail in the simple tasks given to you.” With that, he gestured them inside and exited to another room, shutting the door behind him.

There were three women waiting with smiles on their faces. The short-haired blonde came up to Brie. “You have been given the noble task of serving food.”

“Wonderful. What…?”

The girl put her finger to Brie’s lips. “No more talking. Listen only. It will help you to succeed in your role.”