through a mass of paperwork, I have a few minutes I can spare.”
She didn’t know how to respond so she kept silent, grateful when the elevator doors opened.
As they walked down the hallway to Sir’s old office, she was confronted with feelings of déjà vu. Brie closed her eyes for a moment and could almost hear the sounds of Lea and Mary laughing with her in the hallways. It was so strange to think that part of her life was over.
Headmaster Coen opened the door and gestured her inside. Even though the books and pictures on the shelves had changed, it still looked like Sir’s office—including the hook attached to the ceiling. She hid her smile.
“What is it you need, Miss Bennett? I have no time for niceties.”
“Yes, Headmaster Coen. I have been asked by Mr. Holloway to shoot footage of the school grounds and the equipment used during training.”
“I do not have a problem as long as you do not shoot footage of any of our students.”
She bowed her head. “Thank you, Headmaster Coen. He also asked that I get interviews with the trainers themselves, and possibly footage of some actual scenes.”
When she saw him frown, her heart skipped a beat. So much was riding on his answer. “You may speak to the trainers. If any are willing, you are free to interview them. However, I do not want our training filmed.”
She swallowed hard, unsure if simple interviews would be enough for Mr. Holloway.
Headmaster Coen sat back in his chair and sighed. “If—and it is a big if—you can find a trainer and a willing sub on our staff who will consent to being filmed, I give you permission to film one session.”
Brie couldn’t believe it. Master Coen was giving her exactly what she needed. She stood up and bowed. “Thank you, Headmaster! You don’t know how much this will help.”
“There is one stipulation, however.”
Brie sat back down, afraid that he was about to rip it all away.
“I must approve of any footage you shoot on our school grounds. I will not interfere with footage you’ve filmed off the campus, but I insist on having the last word on anything shot here.”
“Of course, Headmaster Coen.”
“You are free to explore the school and film, provided you do not disturb anyone here.”
“I won’t, Headmaster Coen.” Brie bowed low one last time before leaving. She looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then leapt into the air. She had cleared her first obstacle!
Brie spent the day getting shots of the various rooms that had been used for her practicums, including the first one with the spongy floor and mirrored walls. She remembered vividly that first night when she’d tied the blindfold over her own eyes and presented herself to a complete stranger. That room had been the setting for significant firsts, including her first scene with Faelan as a training Dom. Visions of her recent dream flashed before her eyes, so she quickly left the room without mentioning the latter experience on film.
Brie moved on to Mr. Gallant’s classroom next. Her mind had been opened to the world of submission by the tiny but infinitely wise man. His presence seemed to linger in the classroom even when it was empty.
Brie walked to the bondage room next, the one with the table that she’d first noticed on the website. This room held her most cherished memory—it was where she and Master had begun their physical relationship. She had planned to take a panorama of the room, but decided against it. It was something too personal to share with the rest of the world.
Brie headed down to the auditorium. It was the most significant room in the whole Training Center. This was where she’d been challenged the most. From watching her fellow classmates perform to navigating her own challenging practicums, this was where she’d discovered her power and limits as a submissive. She sat down in one of the chairs and let the memories flood over her.
She was so lost in her private thoughts that she did not hear
She didn’t know how to respond so she kept silent, grateful when the elevator doors opened.
As they walked down the hallway to Sir’s old office, she was confronted with feelings of déjà vu. Brie closed her eyes for a moment and could almost hear the sounds of Lea and Mary laughing with her in the hallways. It was so strange to think that part of her life was over.
Headmaster Coen opened the door and gestured her inside. Even though the books and pictures on the shelves had changed, it still looked like Sir’s office—including the hook attached to the ceiling. She hid her smile.
“What is it you need, Miss Bennett? I have no time for niceties.”
“Yes, Headmaster Coen. I have been asked by Mr. Holloway to shoot footage of the school grounds and the equipment used during training.”
“I do not have a problem as long as you do not shoot footage of any of our students.”
She bowed her head. “Thank you, Headmaster Coen. He also asked that I get interviews with the trainers themselves, and possibly footage of some actual scenes.”
When she saw him frown, her heart skipped a beat. So much was riding on his answer. “You may speak to the trainers. If any are willing, you are free to interview them. However, I do not want our training filmed.”
She swallowed hard, unsure if simple interviews would be enough for Mr. Holloway.
Headmaster Coen sat back in his chair and sighed. “If—and it is a big if—you can find a trainer and a willing sub on our staff who will consent to being filmed, I give you permission to film one session.”
Brie couldn’t believe it. Master Coen was giving her exactly what she needed. She stood up and bowed. “Thank you, Headmaster! You don’t know how much this will help.”
“There is one stipulation, however.”
Brie sat back down, afraid that he was about to rip it all away.
“I must approve of any footage you shoot on our school grounds. I will not interfere with footage you’ve filmed off the campus, but I insist on having the last word on anything shot here.”
“Of course, Headmaster Coen.”
“You are free to explore the school and film, provided you do not disturb anyone here.”
“I won’t, Headmaster Coen.” Brie bowed low one last time before leaving. She looked around to make sure no one was watching, and then leapt into the air. She had cleared her first obstacle!
Brie spent the day getting shots of the various rooms that had been used for her practicums, including the first one with the spongy floor and mirrored walls. She remembered vividly that first night when she’d tied the blindfold over her own eyes and presented herself to a complete stranger. That room had been the setting for significant firsts, including her first scene with Faelan as a training Dom. Visions of her recent dream flashed before her eyes, so she quickly left the room without mentioning the latter experience on film.
Brie moved on to Mr. Gallant’s classroom next. Her mind had been opened to the world of submission by the tiny but infinitely wise man. His presence seemed to linger in the classroom even when it was empty.
Brie walked to the bondage room next, the one with the table that she’d first noticed on the website. This room held her most cherished memory—it was where she and Master had begun their physical relationship. She had planned to take a panorama of the room, but decided against it. It was something too personal to share with the rest of the world.
Brie headed down to the auditorium. It was the most significant room in the whole Training Center. This was where she’d been challenged the most. From watching her fellow classmates perform to navigating her own challenging practicums, this was where she’d discovered her power and limits as a submissive. She sat down in one of the chairs and let the memories flood over her.
She was so lost in her private thoughts that she did not hear
Similar Books
