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

by Red Phoenix

  “Good or bad?” she asked, sitting down on a lounge chair opposite him. The smell of food caused her to sneak a quick glance at the table laden with gourmet fare. It reminded her of her training nights. She was curious why so much food had been laid out when there were only two of them.

  “It all depends on who you ask. Subs who were hoping to snag the headmaster themselves are quite pissed at you, but the rest of us are rather impressed. You’ve done the impossible.” He clapped his hands lightly in mock appreciation.

  “You should know that I was never so terrified in my life.”

  “Ah, but for good reason. You dared to offer yourself in the face of certain failure.”

  Brie didn’t care to relive that moment and was relieved when her stomach growled loudly. “Do you mind if I get myself something to eat?”

  “Not at all.”

  She got up and tried to be lady-like as she filled her plate with smaller portions than her hunger demanded. It was weird to be in the same room with Boa. They’d done a scene together—a very hot scene—and here they were, just talking like casual acquaintances.

  Brie dropped her napkin and bent down to pick it up, completely forgetting her lack of panties.

  “Damn…” Boa replied.

  She quickly stood up and grabbed another napkin. She walked back to the seat feeling the heat of her blush when she noticed his large cock straining against the tight confines of his jeans.

  “My Mistress will not be pleased if I have a hard-on when she comes to retrieve me.”

  “Sorry,” she mumbled, taking a huge forkful of salad and looking towards the door.

  “You can bet my Mistress is chuckling to herself right now, fully expecting to catch me with a stiffy so she can punish her randy sub. But I won’t let that happen.” He readjusted himself, pushing down on his massive cock as if it were a mischievous animal. “Tell me about your childhood,” he blurted. “Make it something sad.”

  “Oh, um… sad, you say?” Brie’s childhood had been fairly easy: good parents, stable family life, and excellent care because she was an only child. Although her parents had never had extra money, all of her needs were met. There was nothing notable about her childhood other than that horrible experience at school. “Well, I suppose I could tell you something I’ve shared with my trainers at the Center. When I was twelve, my family moved to a predominantly black neighborhood. I didn’t have any siblings, so I pretty much had to fend for myself.

  “Most of the families were struggling to make ends meet, just like us. Looking back on it, I guess I became the token punching bag to release their frustrations on. The ring leader was Darius. I don’t know why he had it out for me, but just seeing my face upset him. He’d have his friends wait until I was off school grounds before they pounced. I told my teachers, but they just shrugged it off saying it wasn’t their problem because it wasn’t on school property.”

  Brie growled under her breath. “He never played fair. There were always three or more. He’d hold me down while the girls kicked me in the gut.” She closed her eyes, lost in the feelings of helplessness it conjured up. “I didn’t tell my parents. My dad finally had a job and there was no way I was going to ruin it for him.” Brie opened her eyes, smiling sadly. “Darius was smart. The attacks always happened off school grounds and they never hit me in the face. I was able to hide the bruises.”

  Boa looked down at his crotch. “It’s helping, please continue.”

  Brie rolled her eyes, amazed that her life story was being used as an erection detractor. “Everything changed the day he used the needle…” Her breath came faster as she relived that day again. “He had me on the ground, pushing my face into the dirt and telling me to eat it. I refused. He spat in my face and ordered the others to hold me down. He looked around wildly until he spied a used needle lying by the fence. When I saw him going for it, I started to kick and scream. He picked it up and ordered them to turn me over onto my stomach. I was screaming bloody murder by the time he got close to me, so Darius ripped off my shoe and stuffed one of my socks in my mouth. ‘If you won’t eat the dirt then you must pay the price,’ he declared before he started stabbing me in the ass with the needle.”

  Brie closed her eyes and forced herself to calm down before she continued. “The others suddenly got quiet and let me go—like they knew a line had been crossed. I guess I must have totally freaked out because I remember screaming hysterically and then the next thing I knew, I was standing in the principal’s office.”

  She snorted in disgust. “You know what’s funny? At first, I wasn’t taken seriously. I was forced to pull down my panties in front of both the principal and vice principal to show them my wounds before they believed me. My parents were called and I was rushed to the emergency room for tests.”

  Boa was now leaning forward, engrossed in her tale.

  “I was too young to be worried about AIDS or all the other countless things the needle could have carried. No, you know what I was terrified of?”

  He shook his head.

  “My parents.” She smiled sadly. “It went down just as I feared. My dad quit his job. Mom and I lived in a shelter for over half a year while my dad searched for another one. He eventually found work in Nebraska and that’s where I stayed until I moved out here.”

  Boa’s cock was completely flaccid by the time she finished—her work complete.

  He tilted his head charmingly and surprised her by saying, “Everyone carries scars, Brie. I never forget that, especially when someone is being an ass towards me.”

  Brie nodded, both Ms. Clark and Mary instantly coming to mind. “I think it’s only fair that you share your story, Boa.”

  He looked down at her untouched plate. “I think you should eat first.”

  While Brie was finishing up, Boa’s Mistress walked in. Her eyes went straight to his groin and a sly smile formed on her lips. “Good boy.”

  He stood up and bowed to her. “What is your pleasure, Mistress?”

  “We’re leaving.” When he walked up to her, the Domme caressed his flaccid cock, making it flaccid no more. “Come, pet. I think playtime is in order.”

  They left the room without acknowledging Brie. She smiled to herself, taking a bite of a ripe peach. Brie wiped the juices that rolled down her chin. It made her think of Boa pleasing his Mistress. There was no doubt he was in for a treat, having passed his Mistress’s test.

  Lea and the Subs

  Brie sat alone in the room for a long time. She wondered what Sir was discussing with the trainers. Were they picking the new headmaster? She sighed, a fear nagging her; would there come a time when he resented the path his life had taken the day she knelt at his feet?

  She was grateful for the distraction when she heard a group of girls chattering in the hallway. They stopped at the door just before it swung wide open. All the chattering stopped the moment they saw Brie.

  She smiled self-consciously, feeling embarrassed, until a familiar voice rang out. “Oh my gosh! What are you doing here?”

  Lea broke through the small crowd and rushed at her. She grabbed onto Brie and they jumped around in circles like schoolgirls. Brie couldn’t stop smiling. It seemed like ages since she’d seen Lea, although it had only been a few days.

  “You’re supposed to be pleasing your Master, girl. You have no business being here!”

  “Sir was called in and he asked me to join him.”

  One of the other girls huffed and the group moved as one to the table laden with food. Lea remained with Brie, bursting with numerous questions. “I wonder if Sir has special plans for you afterwards.” She poked Brie in the ribs.

  Brie swatted her away. “As a matter of fact, he does.”

  “Oh God, how is it, Brie? Having a Master… Sir, no less. I can’t even imagine!”

  Suddenly the entire room became silent. Apparently everybody wanted to know. “Sir is…” But she didn’t want to share her experiences with everyone else so she finished by saying, “I’m seri
ously in love with him, Lea.”

  Her best friend squealed and hugged her again. “Every sub here wishes they were you, you know. Having the headmaster all to yourself… heck, I feel honored just to know you.” Lea got on her knees and went to kiss Brie’s feet.

  Brie backed away, laughing. “Stop!”

  An older-looking sub interrupted their silliness. “I’ll be surprised if it lasts. Sir Davis was simply flattered by your youthful rashness.”

  Lea picked herself up from the floor and chided the woman. “Don’t be like that, Rachael. Brie is one of the finest people I know, period. She and Sir are perfect for each other.” Lea turned to Brie and smiled. “I knew it on that first day when he touched you. I felt the electricity between you, even then.”

  Brie quickly changed the subject, not wanting her love life open for discussion. “So, girl, what the heck are you doing here? I imagined you would take some time off before the new session started.”

  “Heck no! They are running us subbies through the paces. The Center has to make sure the Dominant training is top-notch. I’ve already had practice sessions with Baron and Tono.”

  Brie caught her breath when Lea mentioned Tono’s name. She wanted to ask Lea how he’d seemed, but did not feel comfortable asking in front of the other subs. “Did they put you through the wringer?” she joked lightly.

  “Oh, yeah. Baron teased me mercilessly with the swing. Had to beat me with a flogger to get my pussy to obey.” Lea grinned and whispered, “I kinda cheated.”

  Brie laughed, imagining it in her head. “Did he complain what a difficult student you were?”

  “No. But Master Nosh, the head trainer for the Dominant class, took me aside afterwards. He was less than amused.”

  One of the other subs broke in. “Lea is always pushing the boundaries.”

  Brie nodded, wrapping her arm around her high-spirited friend. “It’s one of the things I love most about her.”

  Lea knew Brie well enough to know the question she could not ask. “As far as Tono,” she began. Brie tried to hide her interest by picking up and chewing on a stray carrot. “He showed me his style of Kinbaku yesterday. I must say, he is a gentle teacher.”

  Brie looked into her eyes. “Yes, that is true.”

  “I found him a bit preoccupied,” Lea continued, “but overall the experience was quite enjoyable.”

  A curly-haired blonde sub spoke up. “God, when he tells you to breathe with him I just want to die!”

  Brie quickly changed the subject, not wanting to hear about their experiences with Tono. “So Lea, got any plans this weekend?”

  Her face brightened up. “Why? Do you think we can get together? I would love that!”

  “Yeah, I can show you my new crib. Maybe you can help me unpack my stuff.”

  Lea smiled wickedly. “You want me to invite Mary?”

  Brie swatted her on the butt. “I can’t believe you just went there, Lea! I retract my previous invite.”

  Lea pouted. “No… I’m sorry. I want to see your new place. Let me make it up to you. Why did the submissive cross the road?”

  Brie shook her head.

  “To get some hits.”

  “That was pathetic, Lea. You get no brownie points for that one.”

  “Okay, okay. If you are hankering for a spirited spanking, when your Dom tells you to look him in the eye, look at him cross-eyed.”

  Brie couldn’t help it, she giggled at the stupid joke.

  “There! See, I made you laugh. Now you have to let me come and help you unpack.”

  Several of the other subs chuckled in the background. Brie looked at them for sympathy. “Was that really worth a re-invite?”

  Most smiled and voiced their support of Lea, but the oldest sub, the one who had expressed her doubts about Sir’s choice, glared at her.

  Lea jumped in. “There you go. They said yes, so now you have to let me come.”

  Brie was about to answer when the door opened. Sir appeared in the doorway, filling the small space with his commanding presence. Brie instantly jumped to attention, bowing her head.

  His aura filled the room. The silence expanded until Sir asked, “How is the additional training going, Ms. Taylor?”

  “Great, Sir.”

  “No issues?”

  She hesitated for only a second before answering truthfully, “I do have my areas of weakness, Sir.”

  “As do we all,” he replied generously before asking the group, “How are the rest of you faring?”

  All of the girls answered at once, making it impossible to understand them. He chuckled lightly. “I see… I expect that each of you is putting forth your best effort.”

  Sir addressed Brie last. “Come, téa. I have something special for you.”

  She loved that he called her by his pet name in front of the others. It emphasized her new status. Brie shivered in pleasure when he placed his hand on the small of her back. “Good evening, ladies,” he stated as he led Brie out of the room. She felt the jealous glares as she left, but she didn’t mind—not one bit.

  “Did you enjoy your time with the other subs, téa?”

  She looked up at him and smiled. “It was good to see Lea, Master. I’ve missed her.”

  He chuckled. “You two are unusually close. It was pleasant to watch as you were training. I appreciated when you brought Mary into the fold.”

  Brie snorted in disgust.

  “Do not be so quick to dismiss her,” Sir stated as they walked down the hallway.

  Brie tried to hide her resentment. “I will try not to, Master.”

  “Téa, try is not what I am asking from you.”

  She realized what he was demanding of her and reformed her answer. “I will do my best, Master.”

  He smiled down at her. “See that you do.”

  Brie pressed her cheek against his muscular arm, grateful that he challenged her to think beyond herself. “Master?”

  “Yes?”

  “Would it be agreeable if Lea helped me unpack this weekend?”

  He chuckled at the request. “I suspect the apartment will be filled with laughter. Yes, I find that agreeable.”

  “Thank you, Master.” Brie squeezed his arm.

  “Unfortunately, I have some unpleasant news, téa. Tonight I learned that Celestia, Marquis’ sub, suffered a burst appendix while visiting her parents in Seattle. Marquis Gray has traveled to attend to her.”

  “Is she okay?” Brie hated to think of anything bad happening to the kind-hearted woman. Celestia had been with her the night of graduation and had proven to be quite a comfort during Mary’s betrayal.

  “She underwent emergency surgery and, from what I was told, she is recovering well. We will visit and provide a meal on their return.”

  She noticed that he was leading her towards the kitchen area and her heart sank. The last thing she wanted was another cooking lesson.

  Brie glanced up and saw a playful smirk on his lips. She dutifully slowed down as they approached the dreaded room forty-two, but Sir walked past it. So cooking was not on the schedule for the night!

  “Normally, non-trainers are not allowed back here. However, while the classes are on hiatus, and in honor of my service, the staff has graciously offered me free run of the lower level.”

  There were still rooms Brie had yet to explore. Her heart raced faster the further down the hall they went. What was waiting for her behind those closed doors? Which one would it be?

  Sir finally stopped at the end of the hall: They couldn’t be any farther from the others—no one would hear her screams.

  “Tonight’s training begins.”

  As he opened the door, the butterflies began. What did Sir have planned for her this time?

  The opposite side of the room was covered in mirrors. In the center was a small table and an apparatus that looked like a padded balance beam with a wooden pole attached to the head of it vertically.

  “My own invention. It allows the sub control over the scen
e even when gagged. It also requires complete focus. Excellent for building a sub’s endurance.”

  Brie stared at it, her eyes growing wider with each passing second.

  Sir laughed warmly. “I am not planning to torture you. Where’s the trust, my little sub?”

  She glanced up at Sir apologetically. “Momentary lapse of reason, Master. I trust you completely.”

  He turned from her and muttered, “Maybe you shouldn’t.”

  Her mouth fell open. Was he teasing her?

  As Sir walked towards a cabinet in the far corner he instructed, “Undress completely and lie on your back. I want you to hold onto the pole with both hands.”

  Brie’s whole body was trembling as she undid her corset and slipped out of her garter and hose. Sir already had her tense with anticipation. With his limitless experience, anything was possible tonight.

  She gingerly lay down on the beam that looked to be about eight inches wide. Sir was right, she had to concentrate to balance her body on it. Brie bent her knees and placed her feet together to keep her balance. She then lifted her hands over her head too fast and nearly fell off the beam. She stopped to regain her composure before gripping the pole tightly with both hands.

  Sir returned to her with a metal box in one hand and several items in the other. He looked down at her and smiled. “You must maintain your balance the entire time, téa. No matter what I do to you.”

  She nodded, looking up at him apprehensively, but unable to hide the excitement he inspired.

  He put down the items on the table and proceeded to run his fingers over the length of her. Brie bit her lip, her skin tingling with the intensity of his touch, her nipples already painfully erect with need. He slipped his fingers between her legs. “As I expected. You enjoy the prospect of the unknown.”

  Sir picked up a piece of cloth. “Let’s add to the experience. Lift your head and open your mouth.” He quickly placed the cloth in her mouth and tied it. There was an added sense of vulnerability in not being able to speak.