Page 117 of Brie's Submission
“Tono!”
He put his finger to his lips and gestured for her to come to him. She clamped her mouth shut and ran down the aisle, then jumped into his arms. His embrace was magical, both safe and magnetic.
When his lips came down on hers, she willingly lost herself in his kiss. He pulled away too soon for her, but then cradled her cheek gently. “Toriko.” She looked into his chocolate eyes, adrift in their connection. The two stood in silence for several moments, having no need to speak.
Finally, he broke the spell. “You will miss the first practicum tonight because Kinbaku takes time, as you know, little slave.”
She could not contain her joy. Getting another chance to experience Tono’s mastery was more than she had hoped for. Brie looked down at the stage floor and saw that he had brought the green straw mat from his home. There was also a large brass ring and coils of jute—the smell of which was already calling to her.
“We do not have time for tea, I am afraid,” he said, with an impish smile. She pressed her head against his chest and grinned. Tono’s heartbeat was slow, strong, and reassuring.
“Come join me on the mat, toriko.”
She knelt down and closed her eyes when she felt his arms wrap around her from behind. She listened to his breathing and slowed her breath to match his. The mutual connection was immediate.
“Yes, toriko,” he said soothingly.
She tilted her head far back and kissed his chin. “I have missed you.”
He chuckled softly and picked up the jute, then placed it in her hands. “Kiss your restraint.”
She lovingly kissed the rope that would hold her in her own private heaven. She then pressed it against her cheek and whispered a word of thanks before handing it back to him.
“Tonight will be different. Tonight you shall fly, little one.”
“Tono?”
“You will be suspended by the jute.”
Brie gasped, a feeling of destiny flowing through her. She leaned her head against his chest. “I’ve secretly dreamed about it, Tono.”
“Good, because I have yearned to share this with you. Unfortunately, I must rush the process because your trainers want to share the Kinbaku experience with others.”
“I don’t mind.”
“Toriko,” he said, brushing his lips against her ear, “tonight you will only wear one item.” He opened his hand and she saw the red thong he had taken from her the first night they’d met.
“It will be my honor, Tono.” Brie stood up and undressed for him, sliding the thong into place under the watchful eyes of her handsome Dom. His eyes sparkled in appreciation.
When she moved back over to him, he grabbed her waist and kissed her stomach. “Tonight, when you feel moments of distress, what must you do?”
“Breathe with you.”
“Correct. Sit down on the mat and spread out the fingers of your right hand so we can begin.”
Brie closed her eyes as he wove the jute between her fingers and began the slow and delicious act of binding her. The tug and pull as he worked his magic played on her senses, taking her down the road of inner nirvana. Her body remembered and followed its path without hesitation.
He bound her right hand in a pose that lightly caressed her cheek. She wondered at the purpose, but remained silent as he began binding her chest with his slow, deliberate movements. The chest binding was her favorite part. Giving up the ability to take a deep breath demanded such an intense level of submission. She moaned softly.
“Yes, toriko.”
He bound her tighter than he had before. She listened to his slow, even breaths to calm the fear that threatened to burst forth. She wanted this—needed it, in fact.
She glanced down and saw her breasts framed by the jute, but then he placed a single rope across her nipples and tightened it. It was strangely erotic to have her nipples held by the unforgiving jute. When she looked up, he kissed her and she felt her body burn with powerful need. “I wa—”
He put his finger over her lips without speaking and continued his art. Tono bound her left arm in a pleasing position behind her back. Then he gently pushed her down on the mat and started on her legs.
She looked up at the dark void of the auditorium ceiling. Brie closed her eyes again and concentrated on the gentle music as her legs were claimed by the jute. Bound, unable to move, breath restricted, completely his…
