the trainer was letting on. Brie hoped the next question would provoke the Domme to open up.
“Have you ever played the role of a submissive?”
A brief flicker of emotion quickly turned into a hard stare. “I have allowed a Dominant to top me for educational reasons, but I have never been a submissive.”
Brie couldn’t help thinking, But I bet you wanted to be, didn’t you? “So Mistress, is it something you would ever consider?”
Ms. Clark tilted her head slightly, narrowing her eyes. “Why do you ask, Miss Bennett?”
Brie felt her skin crawl; her paddling session with the trainer instantly sprang to mind. “I know some Dommes who enjoy reversing roles, Mistress.”
“Do not confuse me for a switch, Miss Bennett.”
Brie could feel the trainer’s defensive walls going up, so she changed the line of questioning accordingly. “What is your tool of choice?”
The Domme answered with an evil curve to her lips. “I favor the cane, Miss Bennett. A good caning can subdue the most errant submissive.”
It sounded like a promise…
Brie felt a sudden chill travel down her spine and had to remind herself that Ms. Clark had no power over her anymore. She laughed nervously.
There was no missing the glint in the Domme’s eye. What was this interview—a power play?
Brie became outraged at the thought. “Why did you agree to this interview, Mistress?” she asked, point blank, tired of playing games.
The startled look on the trainer’s face gave Brie a feeling of control, boosting her confidence. But Ms. Clark was not about to reveal her true motive, and took several seconds to formulate an acceptable answer. “I believe it is important people understand that Dommes play an important role in the BDSM community. Being a Dominant is not a male-exclusive role, just as being a submissive is not gender-related. It has more to do with a person’s character type and his or her sexual desires.”
Getting the upper hand gave Brie to the courage to voice the one question she had been dying to ask. “Mistress, why do you hate me?”
Ms. Clark gritted her teeth as she pointed to the camera.
Brie turned it off and waited in silence. Oh, this is going to be good…
“That is not a professional question. I expected better from you, Miss Bennett. I do not see you lasting long in the film industry.”
Brie did not respond, waiting for the question to be answered.
Ms. Clark voice was cold. “I do not hate you. That would require too much energy and you are certainly not worth that.”
Brie ignored the insult, knowing it was a bait and switch tactic. She was not biting.
As the silence dragged on, the trainer snarled. “Your arrogance is not befitting a submissive. I find you immature, selfish and rude.”
“So is that why you hate me?”
Ms. Clark snapped, “I said I do not hate you. Let me add obtuse to your list of faults.”
“What is the real reason you agreed to this interview, Ms. Clark?”
The Domme growled under her breath. “You are like an itch I must scratch. Everything about you rubs me wrong, and yet…”
The woman did not finish.
“And yet what?”
Ms. Clark stood up, taking off the microphone. “We are done here.” She exited the room, leaving Brie alone, completely stunned.
What the hell was that?
Brie packed up her equipment and went to find Lea. She knew the sub was waiting for her, and she needed to talk. On her way, Marquis Gray stopped her in the hallway.
“Have you spoken to Ms. Taylor yet?”
“No. I was just on my way to see her now.”
“Then it is fortunate I caught you. Tonight looks like the only time our schedules coincide. Can you be set up in an hour in room six?”
“Yes, I can certainly do that. Thank you very much, Marquis Gray.”
He nodded. “I look forward to it.”
Brie hurried off to find Lea. She found her friend in the sub lounge, sitting on the couch looking quite pleased with herself. But the instant Lea saw her, she jumped up and gave Brie a
“Have you ever played the role of a submissive?”
A brief flicker of emotion quickly turned into a hard stare. “I have allowed a Dominant to top me for educational reasons, but I have never been a submissive.”
Brie couldn’t help thinking, But I bet you wanted to be, didn’t you? “So Mistress, is it something you would ever consider?”
Ms. Clark tilted her head slightly, narrowing her eyes. “Why do you ask, Miss Bennett?”
Brie felt her skin crawl; her paddling session with the trainer instantly sprang to mind. “I know some Dommes who enjoy reversing roles, Mistress.”
“Do not confuse me for a switch, Miss Bennett.”
Brie could feel the trainer’s defensive walls going up, so she changed the line of questioning accordingly. “What is your tool of choice?”
The Domme answered with an evil curve to her lips. “I favor the cane, Miss Bennett. A good caning can subdue the most errant submissive.”
It sounded like a promise…
Brie felt a sudden chill travel down her spine and had to remind herself that Ms. Clark had no power over her anymore. She laughed nervously.
There was no missing the glint in the Domme’s eye. What was this interview—a power play?
Brie became outraged at the thought. “Why did you agree to this interview, Mistress?” she asked, point blank, tired of playing games.
The startled look on the trainer’s face gave Brie a feeling of control, boosting her confidence. But Ms. Clark was not about to reveal her true motive, and took several seconds to formulate an acceptable answer. “I believe it is important people understand that Dommes play an important role in the BDSM community. Being a Dominant is not a male-exclusive role, just as being a submissive is not gender-related. It has more to do with a person’s character type and his or her sexual desires.”
Getting the upper hand gave Brie to the courage to voice the one question she had been dying to ask. “Mistress, why do you hate me?”
Ms. Clark gritted her teeth as she pointed to the camera.
Brie turned it off and waited in silence. Oh, this is going to be good…
“That is not a professional question. I expected better from you, Miss Bennett. I do not see you lasting long in the film industry.”
Brie did not respond, waiting for the question to be answered.
Ms. Clark voice was cold. “I do not hate you. That would require too much energy and you are certainly not worth that.”
Brie ignored the insult, knowing it was a bait and switch tactic. She was not biting.
As the silence dragged on, the trainer snarled. “Your arrogance is not befitting a submissive. I find you immature, selfish and rude.”
“So is that why you hate me?”
Ms. Clark snapped, “I said I do not hate you. Let me add obtuse to your list of faults.”
“What is the real reason you agreed to this interview, Ms. Clark?”
The Domme growled under her breath. “You are like an itch I must scratch. Everything about you rubs me wrong, and yet…”
The woman did not finish.
“And yet what?”
Ms. Clark stood up, taking off the microphone. “We are done here.” She exited the room, leaving Brie alone, completely stunned.
What the hell was that?
Brie packed up her equipment and went to find Lea. She knew the sub was waiting for her, and she needed to talk. On her way, Marquis Gray stopped her in the hallway.
“Have you spoken to Ms. Taylor yet?”
“No. I was just on my way to see her now.”
“Then it is fortunate I caught you. Tonight looks like the only time our schedules coincide. Can you be set up in an hour in room six?”
“Yes, I can certainly do that. Thank you very much, Marquis Gray.”
He nodded. “I look forward to it.”
Brie hurried off to find Lea. She found her friend in the sub lounge, sitting on the couch looking quite pleased with herself. But the instant Lea saw her, she jumped up and gave Brie a
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