Brie's Submission (4-6)

By: Red Phoenix

A Little Dish on Clark

Brie held up her philosophy textbook from college. “Why do I still have this? I’ll never use it.”

Lea giggled. “Give it to charity. I’m sure some poor college student would appreciate not spending a hundred bucks for the book.”

Brie turned it over and looked at the price tag. “A hundred and eighteen bucks, girl.” She flipped through the pages. “I think I cracked it open maybe…um…three times. The teacher didn’t like teaching from books.” She tossed it in the ‘give away’ pile and dug back into the box.

Lea had volunteered to help Brie move in to Sir’s apartment. However, Sir had suggested the two first sort through the boxes, dividing them into three piles: ‘keep’, ‘toss’, and ‘give away’. It was proving to be a daunting task.

Lea held up several DVDs. “What are these?”

Brie broke out into a grin. “That is my documentary, missy. I like to keep it on as many different formats as I can so there’s no chance of losing it.” She dug into her pocket. “Here it is on my USB drive.”

“What? You keep it with you all the time?” Lea asked in amazement.

“Not normally.” She laughed. “But Sir wants me to start working on it again.” She looked around guiltily. “I know we should be working, but you wanna take a peek at what I have so far?”

Lea nodded vigorously.

Brie grabbed her computer and the two sat on boxes as she loaded it up. “I’ve been working on the first time you came to my apartment. Do you remember that night, after our first auction?”

“Oh, Master Harris! He was so damn sexy in his doctor getup and with all those naughty instruments…”

“Yeah, you pretty much were crushing on him that night.”

Brie hit play and the two started giggling as they listened to their detailed summaries of the day-long auctions.

“We were such newbies then,” Brie snickered. She pointed to her face in the video. “See, that’s me, trying not to look totally freaked out when you talk about him inserting the instruments.”

Lea leaned in to take a closer look, and burst out laughing. “I had no idea. I thought you shared my lust for the man.”

“No, I thought you were nuts to want to play ‘doctor’ with anyone.”

Lea sat back. “Well, that’s funny, since you spent time with Master Harris yourself, and if I recall right, you loved it.”

“Doctor Harris was nice, but he couldn’t compare to Rytsar.”

Lea shifted uneasily, causing Brie to wonder if her girlfriend still had a major crush on the doctor.

Lea lifted her hands up to her face and batted her eyes, imitating Brie’s excitement from that night. “Just look at the way you’re glowing as you talk about the Russian. I thought for sure you had fallen in love with the Dom, the way you were gushing.”

Brie hit pause on the computer. “Well, I admit I definitely had a crush on Rytsar.” She smiled self-consciously. “I actually cried when the night was over.”

Lea burst into giggles. “That’s my stinky cheese, falling for every man she scenes with.”

“Like you’re any better! Remember how sad you were when Master Harris sent me an apple?”

Lea rolled her eyes. “You already had the handsome Russian and Tono. As if you needed another man on your chastity belt.”

Brie bumped her shoulder. “I still think you and Master Harris would make a fine pair, you know.”

She looked at Brie coyly. “Oh, we have enjoyed a few scenes since…”


Lea giggled again. “Don’t try collaring me with the man, girlfriend. I’m enjoying myself too much right now. So many directions I could go—I can’t decide.”

Brie decided to ask the question that she’d been longing to ask for weeks. “What about Ms. Clark?”

Darn, if Lea hadn’t turned bright pink all over.

“Spill the beans, girl!” Brie demanded.

Lea looked positively love-struck when she answered. “We haven’t actually scened together since graduation, but she’s taken me to a couple of clubs. Let’s just say, I think there’s a deeper connection brewing between us.”

The thought of dating Ms. Clark made Brie shiver—and not in a good way. “So, have you learned anything more about her?”

Lea’s voice dropped down to a whisper. “I think she has a thing for the Russian.”

Brie was so shocked, she blurted, “What?!”

“Shh… I’m only telling you because you’re my best friend.”

Brie shook her head to clear it. “OMG, things are suddenly making sense. That’s why she was so weird when he won me at the auction…and it explains her strange reaction when he rated me higher than she expected.” She giggled into her hand. “Mistress Clark and Rytsar? I can’t even picture it.”

“Well, apparently neither can the Russian. Poor Mistress Clark is suffering from unrequited love.”

“But…Ms. Clark? Is she even capable of submitting to someone else?”

Lea shrugged. “Guess it just takes the right individual.”

The revelation put the Domme in a whole new light. Ms. Clark was looking for love—no different than the rest of humanity. She’d just managed to hide it under an exterior of impenetrable force.

“I always thought she was of the ‘female’ persuasion,” Brie protested.

“Oh, no, I have seen her with male submissives. God, she is sexy when she subdues them.”


“Yeah, that woman is multitalented. You don’t know this, but she has many admirers. Unfortunately, the only one she really desires is the one who turned her down.”

“What? Rytsar knows how she feels?”

“Yeah. From what I gather, Sir was somehow involved. Whatever happened, she ended up very hurt and resentful.”

“It’s a wonder she still works at the Center.”

Lea gave her a sad smile. “I think Mistress Clark holds out hope the Russian will change his mind, and she wants to be here when he does. I can’t tell you how unhappy she was when Sir quit, as he’s her only link to Rytsar.”

Brie shook her head slowly, unable to process this new side to the female trainer. “How is it that a dominant personality could think that way?”

“Love does strange things to people,” Lea answered. “But I tell you this, if I could take Ms. Clark’s pain away, I would.”

Brie looked at her friend, understanding the deeper meaning behind the statement. “So are you telling me that you’re in love with her?”

Lea tilted her head and looked at Brie with a solemn expression. “At this point I’m not sure if I can distinguish between love and lust. All I know is that the world is a much better place when I’m around her. She makes me feel alive like no one else, not even the doctor.”

A random thought flashed through Brie’s head. “Does that mean you’re jealous of Rytsar?”

Lea became flustered, which was so uncharacteristic of her. “I… Hmm… Good question. I’ll have to get back to you on that.”

Ms. Clark in love with Rytsar…what a tangled mess!


She nearly jumped out of her skin when she saw Sir in the doorway. How long had he been standing there? Brie stood up and addressed him. “Yes, Sir?”

“There has been a change of plans. Marquis just called, claiming Celestia is in dire need of company. He said she’s been lonely since returning home from the hospital. We’ll be leaving in an hour.” He looked at her laptop sitting on the box. “Finish what you can and reschedule for a later date.”

Brie felt guilty, knowing she had wasted time gossiping with Lea when she should have been unpacking. “We will, Sir.”


Her friend looked up at Sir with a guilty expression, as if she had failed him too.

“I am glad you came today. Brie never laughs as much as when she is with you.”

He left them without any reprimand.

“That was so sweet of him to say,” Lea cooed.

“My Master is a good man.”

“The best!”

Brie put her computer away and the two made quick work of three more boxes before Lea had to leave. Sir escorted them both out, giving Brie the meal he had cooked for Celestia while the girls had finished their work. Whatever it was, it smelled delicious—far beyond anything Brie could have prepared.

“Thank you, Sir Davis. You really didn’t have to make me a meal, but thanks,” Lea joked, grabbing the meal from Brie.

Sir shook his head good-naturedly as he took it back. “Watch yourself, Lea.”

Brie was amazed at Lea’s boldness. Not too many people were brave enough to joke with Sir. It made her love Lea all the more. “Call you tomorrow?”

Lea gave her a big hug. “I’m counting on it, subbie.”

On the drive there, Sir surprised Brie by stating, “Although I have made dinner, there is something I want you to cook especially for Marquis Gray once we get there.”

She hid her disappointment with a smile. Having to cook for Marquis was humiliating, especially after the egg fiasco just before graduation. “Yes, Sir.”