Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (35 page)

“That’s it…” He took several shots and then
had her change poses. After a few minutes, he asked her to slide
down onto the mat, and then he joined her. “Give me your other
wrist.”

She put it behind her back and he began an
intricate lacing between both arms. It took a long time, but the
feel of the rope as he tugged and pulled was relaxing. When he had
finished, Tono took several pictures of her kneeling on the green
mat. Then he showed her the pictures on the camera’s digital
screen.

Brie was amazed. The knots trailed down her
back in a beautiful pattern. Just as he had made her art with wax,
she was now art with rope. “It’s beautiful,” she murmured.

“No, little one,
you’re
beautiful.
The rope simply accentuates it. Close your eyes and feel the rope.
Feel the restriction and embrace it.”

She did as he said. Not only was her breath
restricted, but she couldn’t move her arms at all. It was both
alarming and thrilling. Tono took another set of pictures of her
kneeling on the ground and then commented, “You’re beginning to
feel the call of the rope, my little slave. I can see it in your
eyes. Don’t fight it—give in to it.”

Brie wanted to, but the tea was beginning to
have an undesired effect. She squirmed a little, reluctant to tell
Tono that he would have to undo his elaborate binding.

He lifted her back on the couch and took
several more photos, but eventually stopped. “You are not relaxed.
What’s blocking you?”

She was embarrassed to say it, but she could
no longer remain still. She
really
needed to pee. “I’m
sorry, Tono. I need to go to the bathroom. I’m so sorry,
Master…”

He shook his head in amusement. “No need to
be sorry, toriko.” He picked her up off the couch and carried her
to the bathroom, plopping her down on the toilet and hiking up her
kimono.

Brie’s bladder was about to burst. She
looked up at him in desperation.

“Pee, little one.”

“I can’t.”

“You can and you will. You bladder isn’t
going to last much longer.”

She felt a little escape between her legs
without her consent. The tinkle echoed in the tiny bathroom and she
blushed.

“That’s it, toriko. Your Master wants you to
pee so he can get back to his work.”

She threw caution to the wind and relaxed,
letting a solid and overly long stream flow into the toilet.

Tono smiled approvingly. “Now, that wasn’t
so bad, was it?”

He set me up!
That was the reason
he’d kept refilling her cup.

Tono lifted her off the toilet when she was
done, and cleaned her off thoroughly with the gentle touch of a
lover. Instead of feeling embarrassed, she felt cared for and
cherished.

“Thank you, Tono.”

“My pleasure, toriko.”

“No, I mean thank you for helping me face
that obstacle. I didn’t realize you knew.”

“The Doms who bid for you know the progress
of your training, my slave. That is why so many want you.” He
looked at her lustfully. “Are you ready for more?”

She nodded and followed him out of the
bathroom. He led her to the couch and asked her to bend over the
overstuffed arm. She heard the swish of silk and then felt his hard
cock press against her moist entrance. “You will find that being
taken while bound like this feels completely different.”

Brie moaned as he slowly pushed into her. He
was right; it was strangely exhilarating to be penetrated while
tightly restricted. She couldn’t adjust or scream because the
rope’s tight constriction didn’t allow for it. She could only lie
there and enjoy his manly onslaught.

Brie felt delightfully helpless. Tears ran
down her face from the sheer joy of her powerlessness. “I love it,
Tono,” she breathed softly.

“I know, toriko. You and I are in harmony.”
His cock stroked her leisurely at first and then he slowly built up
to a burst of energy, letting out a flood of lust that left her
breathless. She rode the wave of his lovemaking, thoroughly
mesmerized. He groaned as he came, his hot seed bursting deep
inside her. Then he stopped, his cock still hard. Just like the
time before, her body began to tense around him and pleasant chills
took over.

“Yes, my slave…”

She whimpered when her clit began to pulsate
and then her inner muscles started their rhythmic dance around his
cock as she climaxed. He kissed the nape of her neck, growling
softly until her orgasm spent itself.

He caressed her ass as he pulled out, and
then cleaned her again. Tono picked up the camera. “Look into the
lens, little one. I want to capture that fresh-come look.”

She smiled at the camera with no need to
pose. She was satiated and it radiated from her naturally.

“So beautiful, toriko,” he said repeatedly
as he continued to shoot.

He put the camera down and grabbed another
piece of rope. “Now, I will heighten your arousal.”

He told her to lean back. The way in which
he had tied her arms allowed them to support her now. He took hold
of her ankle and bent her leg so that her ankle rested against the
inner thigh of the same leg. He bound them together and then spread
her leg out, securing it to the other rope with another set of
decorative knots. When he stepped away to get his camera, Brie
couldn’t help herself. She tried to struggle against the
constriction, but the jute held her tightly in its grip. A gush of
wetness ran down the crease of her ass. She loved being at the
mercy of the rope. Brie threw her head back and moaned in
satisfaction.

“Don’t move. That’s lovely.” She lay
perfectly still as he preserved her state of bliss on film. She
thought he was going to start on the other leg and squealed when
she felt him lick her sex.

“Oh, too much, too much!” Brie’s clit was
extra sensitive in the wake of his pounding. She didn’t think her
poor body could handle being eaten.

His chuckle was low and vibrated on her
clit. “That is the beauty of the rope, little one. I am in control.
I say when it is enough.” His tongue swirled around her clit and
outer folds, tasting her juices. When he began sucking, it sent a
shockwave through her. She tried to pull away, but all he had to do
was hold down her untied leg and he was free to continue. She
whimpered and begged him to stop as the feeling grew stronger. It
didn’t feel like a normal orgasm approaching, and it unnerved
her.

“Please, Tono. Stop,” she whimpered.

He ignored her pleas. Whatever it was, it
was coming over her and she was powerless to prevent it. When it
hit, time stopped for Brie. An ice-cold wave gripped her body and
held her in its grasp. Her pussy contracted in response and refused
to stop.

She made little mewing sounds, unable to
speak—to think. She was at the mercy of this new orgasm, and Tono’s
constant suction was the source. He kept her there for an
undeterminable amount of time and then broke away. Slowly, she felt
herself returning to earth.

He helped her sit up and wound the rope over
her eyes to make a blindfold. He lay her back down, and she vaguely
heard Tono moving around as he took more photos. Then his gentle
hands took hold of her unbound ankle and began the process of
restraining it. Her body trembled under his touch, familiar with
the remarkable power he had over her.

Tono murmured praises as he took additional
photos, but she was floating and could hardly make out what he was
saying. She didn’t respond to him until she felt his lips on her
clit again. “Ohhh…”

He took her on a journey back to that place
where pleasure meets otherworldliness. His tongue kept her there
for so long that she barely noticed when he broke away. But she
smiled when she felt his manhood slide into her heaven to join her.
Together, they rode the tide of pleasure as one. He was a part of
her. They were conjoined in a way she had never experienced. If she
had been able to, she would have wrapped her arms around him and
drawn him even farther into herself.

Brie became lost in the sensations and was
surprised when she opened her eyes to find herself in Tono’s bed,
wrapped in his arms instead of the rope.

“You’re back.”

She looked into his brown eyes and sighed
contentedly. “Whatever that was, whatever you did… It was
amazing.”

“I’m glad you respond so well to the call of
the jute, toriko. Most do not embrace it as fully as you.”

“How did I get here?” she asked, looking
around his bedroom.

“I cut you from the ropes when I saw how
deep you were into subspace. We’ve been lying together for over a
half-hour.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No need to be, little one. Watching you fly
is beautiful. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.”

A giant yawn escaped her lips. She covered
her mouth and apologized again.

He put a finger to them. “No more apologies.
I’m not surprised you are tired. You’ve had quite a journey.” His
finger left a trail of tingling sensation on her lips. “I will call
for a cab.”

She was disappointed he wanted her to leave
so soon, and he must have read it on her face.

He smiled with open affection. “I want to
drive you home, toriko, but it would not be deemed appropriate.” He
tugged on the collar around her neck. “I cannot fraternize with you
beyond the confines of the school until your training is complete.”
He glanced over at the clock on his nightstand. “According to the
clock, it’s getting close to twelve. Class ends at midnight, does
it not?”

She nodded her head glumly.

“So, I will call the cab and while we wait
for it to arrive, we can discuss the scene together. I promised
your trainers we would, and I do not break my promises.” He looked
deep into her eyes, “My word is my honor.”

“I know, Tono. That tongue of yours is
honorable in so many ways.”

He threw back his head and laughed. It
pleased her to hear his laughter. She wanted to hear more, but he
got up to telephone the cab. As he walked away, she noticed he was
naked. She admired his tight, round ass.
So fine.
An ass she
wouldn’t mind waking up to every morning…

****

Twenty minutes later, she was back in her
school uniform and heading to her apartment. She quickly texted
Lea, figuring that she and Mary would just be leaving the
Center.

Hey girl! You two wanna come to my place? We
can film how our days went.

Her phone soon buzzed back.

Mary said she’ll come, but she isn’t going
to record herself.

Tell her that she’s a pussy.

I told her, but also added that pussies are
welcome at your place.

LOL…
That they are! See you
soon.

Brie rested her head against the car window
for the rest of the drive, lost in thought. Up until this point,
her loyalty had belonged exclusively to Sir—it hadn’t even been in
question. However, today Tono had managed to change that, and she
was falling hard.

Staring out into the dark, Brie wondered if
her heart could survive being devoted to two Masters, knowing one
day that she would have to choose. A tear traveled down her cheek.
She whispered into the night, the declaration spoken out of
desperation. “I still love you, Sir.”

Brie was
wrestling with her new feelings for Tono. The day she’d met Sir,
she had known he was
the One
. Tono had simply been the
gorgeous Dom she’d wanted to play with. However, after spending
Auction Day with him, she couldn’t get Tono out of her mind…or her
heart. He had introduced her to the seductive art of Kinbaku, or
Japanese bondage. The call of the rope, combined with his skill,
had opened her eyes to another world—one that now haunted her
thoughts constantly.

Sir was a powerful magnet. Her soul longed
to be dominated by him in every way. Tono’s call was different—more
like the ocean. His beckoned her to lose herself in the waves of
their harmony.

Her conflicting emotions caused her to be
distracted at work. Mr. Reynolds jokingly commented as he handed
the inventory sheet back to her, “Another exciting weekend, Brie?”
She was in charge of ordering stock and, looking over the sheet,
she saw that she’d forgotten to include several brands they were
running low on.

Brie sighed. “I’m sorry.” Mr. Reynolds was a
kind boss and rewarded her hard work with regular raises. She hated
letting him down. “I’ll double-check the orders before I send them
out.”

“See that you do,” Mr. Reynolds said, then
as an afterthought he added, “You mentioned that you were taking
training classes at night. Are you enrolled in extra film courses
or something?”

Brie was unprepared for his question and
just stood there, smiling like an idiot, while she formulated an
answer. She played with the collar around her neck as she spoke.
“Actually, the classes are going to help with my film career, Mr.
Reynolds. Thank you for asking.”

She figured she wasn’t
really
lying.
The documentary she was filming, based on her experiences at the
Submissive Training Center, would help her career. She was
confident she could snag the interest of someone in the industry
when she was done. It was Brie’s destiny to open the eyes of
America to the hidden lifestyle.

“So when is your boyfriend coming to the
shop? I still haven’t given my approval yet,” Mr. Reynolds said
teasingly.

His protective nature was endearing.
However, there was no way the old man would approve of her new BDSM
lifestyle, nor would he understand there wasn’t just one Dom she
was attracted to at the moment. Nobody in the ‘vanilla world’ could
relate to what she was going through. It was a lonely feeling.