Page 83 of Brie's Submission
“Yes, toriko. The physical journey I will take you on is without violence. I hope to open up a whole new world to you.” He stood up and gave her his hand. “Shall we?”
She followed him back inside his home and was surprised to see that the main room had been transformed into a photographer’s studio, complete with background, lights and reflectors. In the middle of the room was a black velvet sofa, and a green straw mat covered the floor.
She looked around but did not see Akira. “Where’s your assistant?”
“Normally she stays to help, but today I prefer to work alone.” He placed a single finger under her chin and lifted her face up to receive his kiss. His tongue explored her mouth, tasting of green tea and manliness.
He went over to his stereo system and turned on soothing flute music. “This is a long process, toriko. It is essential that you and I are in sync.” He motioned for her to kneel. He knelt behind and wrapped his arms around her, pressing Brie against his chest. “Find my breath and copy it. Breathe with me, toriko.”
She was startled by his request, but calmed herself enough to listen to his breathing. She began matching her own with his. Tono’s breaths were consistent and measured. She had to slow way down to harmonize. Soon she felt her entire body relax as she became one with him.
“Good…” he murmured softly. “If you feel anxious at any point, I want you to match your breath with mine.”
Brie nodded. He picked up a long jute rope and showed it to her. “Today, this simple material will transport you to nirvana.” She touched it and was surprised that it felt both soft and rough. “Smell it, toriko.” She took in its earthy smell and smiled.
“We are all in harmony. You, me…the rope.” He released her from his embrace and asked her to lift her hands in the air. He opened the kimono slightly, exposing her cleavage. Then, with an artist’s precision, he began to slowly wrap her chest in a bra-like fashion. The rope crisscrossed above and below her breasts, making them stand out alluringly. Brie noticed that the rope’s tight hold restricted her breathing, and it frightened her.
“Breathe with me, toriko,” he reminded her. She calmed her quick, shallow breaths to match his breathing again. Instantly, she felt calmer. “What is your color?”
“Green, Tono.”
He asked her to place her left hand behind her back. He took his time as he secured it to the intricate ties he’d already created. Then he held out his hand and helped her up. He guided her to the black sofa and told her to lie down on it. Tono grabbed his camera and turned on the photo lamps.
“Put your hand to your face and look at me. Imagine our first time together when you watched me take you in the mirror.”
Brie’s body flushed as she recalled the way he’d unleashed his passion on her, and the alluring way her tits had bounced in response to his pounding. She looked up at Tono with that image clearly planted in her mind. She ignored the camera.
“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’rebeautiful. 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. Shereallyneeded 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.
