Brie's Submission (1-3) (Brie's Submission Boxed Set)

by Red Phoenix

  “Please present your omelet attractively on the plate and give it to me,” Marquis instructed.

  Brie looked over at Lea, who tilted her pan and let her omelet slip out onto the plate. At a little flick of her wrist before it was completely out, it folded neatly in two. Lea put a sprig of parsley and a thin wedge of twisted orange slice on the side for decoration. It was disgusting how easy she’d made it look!

  Brie patted her brown scrambled eggs into the shape of an omelet and handed it to Marquis with her head bowed in shame. She took a quick glance at Mary’s plate and was relieved to see that hers was not much better.

  All three girls stood before him as he tasted their work. He started with Lea’s first. “Nice color. Pleasing to the eye.” He cut off just the end and took a bite. After chewing it for a few seconds, he swallowed. “Good consistency; appropriate seasoning; nice ingredient choice. I really cannot help you further, Ms. Taylor. You may proceed to Master Anderson.”

  Brie wanted to protest. She had been looking forward to spending time with her best friend. Instead, she had to watch Lea collect her thong at the door, slip it on and bow to Marquis before leaving.

  Marquis Gray went for Mary’s next. He had a hard time cutting through it with his fork and did not look anxious to place the bite in his mouth. He chewed it for much longer than he had Lea’s and swallowed hard. “Rubbery. Way too much salt.” He addressed Mary directly. “Did I ask you for an omelet, Miss Wilson?”

  “Yes, Marquis Gray.”

  “Then why did you give me a fried egg?”

  “I… Isn’t it an omelet?”

  He pushed the plate away. “No. It is not.”

  Brie trembled when he took her plate. He shook his head when he tried to cut it and it just fell apart. He looked hesitant as he put the forkful in his mouth, then spat the egg back onto the plate.

  “Horribly burnt, inedible and no seasoning to speak of. What were you thinking, Miss Bennett?”

  She burned with humiliation when she admitted, “I can’t cook.”

  “Obviously, but have you never been in a kitchen?”

  She stared at her feet when she answered, “My mom did all the cooking. I just kind of watched.”

  “Did you learn nothing?”

  It clawed at Brie’s insides to know she was a complete failure. She’d never thought for one second her cooking skills would play into her role as a submissive.

  He walked over to the stove Lea had previously occupied. “I will instruct you both on how to make a decent omelet. Pay attention. I will not repeat myself.”

  Mary looked over at Brie and shrugged. At least the two of them were in it together.

  “First, you should get your pan heating on medium heat. To get a fluffy consistency, I separate the egg whites and whip them.” He was quick and precise as he cracked and separated three eggs. “Add a tablespoon of water and whip until it is incorporated. Then whip the egg yolks in a separate bowl, add a little salt and pepper to taste and fold the egg whites in gently.”

  He showed the girls how to scoop from the bottom and fold it over the top of the whites. “Don’t over-fold or you will eliminate the air pockets you just created.” He put it down and put two pats of butter in the pan. “Take it off the heat while the butter melts. Once it is completely melted, you can put it back on. This prevents you burning the butter—a common mistake.”

  He put the pan back on and poured the mixture into it. “Add your favorite ingredients. I personally like a touch of green onion and bacon. Wait until it starts to set and then swirl the pan around to cook the run-off, like so.” He swirled the runny eggs so that they met the side of the pan. “When they look almost done, sprinkle with cheese. Aged Gouda and Swiss cheese are my preferences. Once it is melted, you can plate.”

  Marquis held up a dish and tilted the pan so the eggs slid out. Just like Lea, he did a little flip of the pan so that the omelet folded into a perfect half-moon. Brie was tempted to clap, it looked so pretty.

  “I want you both to taste it. Specifically notice the texture, the seasoning, and the look of the cooked eggs. I expect you to duplicate it.”

  Both girls took a fork and cut into his omelet. It was like cutting into a moist piece of cake. Brie took a bite and moaned in pleasure. Man, if she could cook like this her Dom would be kissing her feet…just before he commanded that she kneel and flogged her for a job well done.

  “Begin.”

  Brie gave Mary a wink. Now that she knew what she was doing, she would be out of here in no time. She followed his example of separating eggs, but went to dig out the shells.

  “Throw it out. I will not eat shells,” Marquis snapped.

  She poured them out and started again. After several tries, she had a shell-less concoction. She put the butter in and watched it melt. When she saw the butter turn brown, she realized she’d forgotten to take the pan off the heat.

  “Start again.”

  Brie sighed. Mary was already handing Marquis her second omelet. Brie held her breath while he tasted it. “Still rubber. Try again.” Looks like we’re cut from the same cloth, Mary.

  The two continued through trial and error to replicate Marquis’ fluffy omelet. Brie could not get the hang of the wrist flip at the end and her omelets looked funky, but she was definitely improving—or so she thought.

  Ten omelets later, Marquis snorted in disgust when they presented him with their attempts. “No!” He pushed the plate back to Brie. “Look, does that look golden or brown? Don’t even bother serving it. There is nothing more disgusting than burnt eggs.”

  Brie went back to start a new one. She sighed at Mary when a shell fell in. She dumped the eggs and started again.

  “There. That is close to the original. Do it again so that I know it’s not just a fluke.”

  Brie watched in dismay as Mary started on her final omelet. She didn’t want to be the last one in the room.

  Nothing about cooking came naturally to Brie. It was a mystery and even with instructions there was still a finesse she lacked, but she wasn’t going to let it stop her. Brie sprinkled the ingredients in and started twirling the pan. Too soon. She put it down and waited for the eggs to start bubbling. She kept glancing over at Mary, who suddenly seemed to know what she was doing.

  The distraction caused Brie to brown the eggs and she had to throw the finished omelet away. She started afresh, groaning as Mary handed Marquis Gray her completed dish. He took a large forkful and chewed on it for several seconds. A smile spread across his face. “Acceptable. You may join Ms. Taylor in room forty-eight.”

  Mary winked at Brie on the way out.

  Oh, crap.

  “Miss Bennett, now that Miss Wilson isn’t here to distract you, I trust you will succeed in cooking a simple egg dish.”

  “Yes, Marquis Gray.”

  Having all of the attention on her proved to be more pressure than she could handle. Marquis had to send out for more eggs. “Even if it takes all night, Miss Bennett, you will cook me the perfect omelet.”

  Brie’s frustration grew as she failed omelet after omelet. It was painfully obvious cooking was not in her nature and she wanted to give up. However, Marquis would not hear of it. He was a formidable taskmaster, brutally honest and uncompromising. When she handed him her twenty-first attempt and he took a bite, he growled, “I will kill Thane for electing me for this assignment.”

  It turned out that twenty-four was the magic number. “Although I am going to vomit, this is a good omelet.” He sighed and added, “Now make another.”

  Brie wanted to cry with relief. She hurried to make another masterpiece. Three omelets later, he finally gave his seal of approval.

  Marquis Gray looked up at the clock and shook his head. “You only have twenty-five minutes until your practicum.” He frowned and then stood up. “Unfortunately, there’s nothing else to be done,” he mumbled, as if to himself. Then, to Brie, he added, “Here, let me show you an easy pasta dish no one can decimate… Not even you.”r />
  He collected premade noodles from the refrigerator and made a quick Italian dish consisting of freshly cut tomatoes, garlic, fresh basil and olive oil. Despite the simplicity of the ingredients, it was delectable—restaurant quality. The challenge for Brie was not making the tomato sauce, it was getting the noodles al dente. With just a few minutes to spare, Brie was able to present him with a satisfactory dish.

  “You truly fail as a cook, Miss Bennett. In all my years of training I have never seen such ineptitude. I insist that you sign up for cooking lessons after this course.”

  Brie bowed before him, mortified beyond belief, but she was grateful to be leaving the kitchen. “Thank you, Marquis Gray.”

  “Leave. I must find a bucket to relieve myself of your cooking.”

  “Where do I go, Master?”

  He shook his head. “You are not allowed to call me Master after this.” He chuckled afterwards, so she figured he was joking. “Meet Master Anderson in room forty-eight.”

  Brie’s heart sank. More cooking? “Beg your pardon, Marquis Gray, but I thought my practicum was starting.”

  He looked at her thoughtfully. “It is. You are spending the evening with Master Anderson. You will be joining him at the party he is hosting. Thank heavens the other two girls proved better cooks, or he would have nothing to serve.”

  Brie made her way to Master Anderson. Her back tingled in remembrance of his masterful skill with the bullwhip. She wondered what to expect at the party. Would she be scrubbing toilets next?

  She was surprised and disappointed that the other two girls were not in the room with the talented trainer. “Good evening, Miss Bennett.”

  She remembered the ritual and readied to undress, but he told her, “There’s no time. Come bow before me.” She came over to him and offered the homage he was due. His deep voice reverberated in her loins. “You are a lovely thing. Stand up and serve your Master.”

  She was grateful he didn’t comment on where she had been for the last two hours. Brie helped Master Anderson load up boxes of prepared food, then followed him to his car.

  “Do you understand what will be asked of you tonight, Miss Bennett?”

  “No, Master Anderson.”

  On the drive to his place, he explained, “You will act as the gracious hostess. See to my guests’ food and beverage needs. Smile and move gracefully throughout the rooms as you care for my special guests. I want every eye on you. I want them to envy me for the beauty only I control.”

  The way Master Anderson talked made her long to please him. “It will be my honor, Master Anderson.”

  “Tonight I would prefer you to simply call me Master, young Brie.”

  She thought it was funny that Marquis had forbidden her from using that title a short time earlier. “Yes, Master.”

  When they got to his home, an old Victorian, he directed her to his bedroom. “Your clothes are laid out for you. Dress and return to me.”

  Brie hurried to the door he’d pointed out. It was definitely a masculine bedroom, with a dark brown color scheme, a leather lounger, and sports equipment on the wall. If his decor was any indication, the man was heavily into rowing and archery.

  He had chosen a formfitting black dress for her, along with fishnet hose and five-inch heels. She appreciated his thoughtfulness concerning the heels. She gratefully exchanged six-inch for five and sought out her Dom for the evening.

  “Ah, my beauty. Come to your Master.”

  Brie walked up to him and was taken by surprise when he grabbed her ass and pressed her against his waist. His massive arousal was easy to detect beneath his business suit. “I remember your courage, young Brie. It stirs your Master to think of it.”

  She wanted to service his need and asked, “How may I please you, Master?”

  His smile was devastating, almost heart-stopping. “As we still have a bit before guests arrive, I believe now is a good time to show you my Room. I have a much nicer set-up in my other home…”

  He walked her down a narrow hallway and unlocked the door at the end, then ushered her inside. It was illuminated by a soft, candle-like glow. She was immediately drawn to the wall of extensive BDSM toys and equipment, including his infamous bullwhip.

  “Lie on the table so that I may play with you.”

  “Do you want me to disrobe, Master?”

  “Only the dress and panties.”

  He went over to his wall and scanned his equipment, apparently looking for something in particular while she removed the clothes and lay down for him.

  “Ah, there it is…”

  Master Anderson approached Brie, holding a black hood. She felt a bit queasy as he gently placed it over her head and secured it around her neck. It took away a sense of self to have the hood cover her face, and she didn’t like it.

  “First time with a hood?” he asked, although it sounded as if he already knew her answer.

  She nodded, feeling mute under the black sheath.

  “It will heighten different senses. Don’t you feel it?”

  She realized he was right. Her sense of touch was magnified because of her sight and sense of smell being taken away. Even her sense of hearing was affected as she listened to herself breathe inside the hood.

  She felt a light, prickling sensation run up her inner thigh. Goose bumps took over the area. She heard his light chuckle. “You must be new to the Wartenberg Wheel as well. It is a charming tool. I can lightly tickle or bring prickling pain.” She stiffened at his words, but he responded by caressing her thigh with his warm hand. “I do not cause pain needlessly, young Brie. Every tool, every action is gauged to bring the most pleasure. Tonight, I tease your body as I acquaint you with something new.”

  Brie relaxed and gave in to the sensation. He ran the spur-like wheel over her exposed skin, acclimating her to its unique pleasure. Once he had her skin tingling from it, she heard his belt buckle being undone.

  She was surprised to feel his shaft press against her pussy and immediately reacted. “I can’t!” Brie tried to scoot backwards, but he held her still. She cried out from inside the hood, “I can only couple with my trainer if other trainers are around, Master.”

  He chuckled lightly as his tight grip on her loosened. “Ah, but I am not technically a staff member of the Center. The rules do not apply to me, young Brie.”

  She nodded her head inside the hood and relaxed back on the table.

  “Do not worry, I wouldn’t risk your training or my reputation,” he said soothingly as he began caressing her pussy with his massive cock. He spread her legs wider, coating his manhood with her juices as he readied Brie for penetration.

  When he finally pushed the head of his large shaft inside her, she found herself grunting from effort. She’d forgotten just how big Master Anderson was and had to force her body to relax to a greater degree. Master was a challenging man to receive.

  “So tight,” he exclaimed appreciatively as he pushed himself in deeper.

  Brie could just imagine his immense manhood opening her up. The vision of it turned her on and she tilted her hips to further his progress.

  “Good…” he growled hoarsely. Master Anderson began thrusting his dick into her, causing Brie to cry out. There was nothing like being filled past capacity to make a girl lose herself. Her senses blurred as Master Anderson fucked her with his mammoth cock. It pulled and tugged her into another reality. Soon she felt him shudder inside her warm depths.

  It gave Brie an intoxicating sense of power. Not only could she take his manly shaft in its entirety, but she could bring him nirvana.

  Master Anderson quickly disengaged and removed the hood. “The favor shall be returned later, but for now we must receive our guests.”

  He helped her with her dress and teased her hair to maintain the just-fucked look. Then he cleaned his instrument before returning it to the wall.

  He turned to her and grinned enchantingly. “Let the fun begin.”

  The two walked into the foyer just in time to rec
eive the first of his many guests. Brie about dropped to her knees when she opened the door to Mr. Holloway, the producer of two of the most popular cable series on TV. Her big chance stood before her, and all she could do was stare at him like a complete idiot.

  Master Anderson came up behind her, placing his hand on the small of her back while holding out the other to give the producer’s a hearty shake. “I am glad you could make it, Mr. Holloway. I know Miss Bennett is grateful to make your acquaintance as well.”

  “Ah, yes, Miss Bennett. The table trick.”

  Brie blanched at his remark.

  He seemed to find amusement in her discomfort and smiled. “So Gray didn’t tell you I was the designated lookout in case you failed in your task to be discreet.”

  To hide her shock, she shook her head good-naturedly and asked, “May I take your coat, Mr. Holloway?”

  He shrugged off his jacket and handed it to her, then dug into his shirt pocket and pulled out a card. “Gray says you are filming a documentary about the Center. I should have some time off in three months. Give me a call then and I’ll give it a look.”

  Brie took the card and answered in a calm voice, “I will be sure to do that, thank you.” Thank heavens for her sub training! It saved her from falling all over him and making a fool of herself.

  Within an hour, the house was full to capacity and Brie was running around serving drinks, along with exotic finger foods prepared by her two friends. She was floating on cloud nine. Mr. Holloway knew who she was and wanted to look at her documentary! Her break had finally come and it was all due to Marquis Gray, the man she’d nearly poisoned with her cooking earlier. She kissed the card and grinned to herself.

  Brie suspected there were several submissives in attendance based on their postures and attentiveness to their ‘dates’. It became obvious when she walked into the study to care for her guests and found a submissive bent over an armchair, receiving a hard pounding. Seeing it so unexpectedly was both a shock and a turn-on.

  The participants ignored her, so she quietly left the room and headed to the large entertainment area, where she was treated to another copulation scene. This time it was a young man taking a dick deep in the ass from a skinny but lusty Latino.