Page 65 of Whispered Promises
“I know, Tono.” She smiled, sighing in contentment. “I love the feel of your rope.”
“Remember that,” he replied gently before asking, “Which decorative bondage would you like to begin with?”
“The very first one we did together.” She turned her head, grinning at him. “I remember it felt like a tight hug.”
“The Japanese Pearl Harness,” he stated, smiling as he gently grasped her arms and lifted them above her head. “Keep your arms up, toriko.”
With artistic precision, Tono slowly began to wrap the jute around her chest, crisscrossing it above and below her breasts. Brie enjoyed the binding because of how beautiful it made her breasts look when they were framed by his rope.
But, as he went about the process of binding her, Brie was caught off guard. Instead of the rope’s tight restriction bringing her comfort, she suddenly felt queasy and unsettled.
Before she had a chance to voice those feelings out loud, Tono intuitively stopped and asked, “What is wrong?”
She burst into tears. “I don’t know, Tono. I don’t want to call my safeword, but I feel scared right now.” She turned her head to look at him. “How is that possible when I’m with you?”
He gave her a sympathetic smile. “I may be able to explain it,” he replied as he loosened the rope with quick movements and laid the jute down beside her.
Gathering Brie in his arms, Tono rocked her slowly as he spoke. “It is natural that you might associate me with the torture you endured. Although our connection helped provide you with comfort, it is now intertwined with that experience. Since you were held against your will, anything that triggers the feeling of not being in control has the potential to set off your fear.”
Shaking her head violently, Brie shouted in anger, “I don’t want our connection to be stolen from me—or my love of the jute!”
Tono held her tighter. “Which is why I am here with you, toriko. I will repeat the binding process as many times as needed. This is not something you can force. It must be done with gentle persistence.”
Brie leaned her back against him and sighed miserably. “I think I understand now. Even though I hate it, I will not be able to submit to you fully until I submit to each stage of this process.”
“Yes, that is a healthy way to think of it,” Tono told her. “Be patient with yourself during this session. You and I? We have all the time in the world.”
Brie nodded and closed her eyes, once more syncing her breath with his.
“We will start with a much simpler form of bondage,” Tono suggested.
She knew exactly which one she wanted. “Let’s do the warrior cuff.”
“An excellent way to begin,” he agreed.
Tono spent the day walking Brie through ever more complicated bondage techniques and designs. It disturbed Brie that she felt nothing inside—as if the joy she once felt for the rope was gone.
To make matters worse, Brie had to call her safeword several times. Each time she did, Tono would quickly unbind her, and then they would start by syncing their breaths again.
Tono’s infinite patience and encouragement helped Brie finally get to the point where she wanted to give the Japanese Pearl Harness another try.
He nodded and ordered gently, “Lift your arms, toriko.”
Brie closed her eyes, smiling when he reminded her, “We are all in harmony. You, me…the rope.”
She was acutely aware of how the tightness of the rope restricted her breathing once her chest was fully bound.
“Feel the restriction and embrace it,” Tono encouraged her.
Rather than let fear overtake her, Brie calmed her quick, shallow breaths to match Tono’s controlled breathing.
The strength of their connection caused her to purr in genuine contentment.
“Give me your wrist,” Tono commanded. When she held it out to him, he lightly grasped it and placed it behind her back. Brie enjoyed the tug and pull of the rope as he secured her wrist to the intricate ties he’d already created.
He then asked Brie to hold out her other wrist. She did so without hesitation. Tono praised her and began the intricate lacing between both arms. Brie felt the power of his rope as Tono slid the jute over her skin, teasing her with its alluring touch.
To her surprise and delight, Brie began to lose herself to the call of the rope.
Tono noticed the tear running down her cheek and stopped. “Talk to me, toriko.”
Brie opened her eyes, whispering, “I’m starting to fly, Tono.”
He smiled, turning her head to kiss her on the lips before resuming his work. “Enjoy nirvana, toriko. You have earned it.”
