by Vi Keeland
Lea was next on stage. After a flurry of bidding, she was handed over to a Dom called Torres for six hundred. It appeared that as their training advanced, so did their bids.
When the announcer called her name, Brie hesitated. She had not heard Tono’s voice once during the auction. She walked onto the stage with her gaze glued to the floor for Ms. Clark’s benefit.
“Miss Bennett is twenty-two with a bachelor’s degree in filmmaking outside these walls. Her trainers describe her as unique and pliable.”
Brie felt a rush of heat settle on her cheeks. Such positive praise from the trainers was unexpected.
When the bidding began, Tono’s warm voice filled the large room and she had to squelch the urge to smile by pinching herself. Several other Doms challenged his bid, and Brie felt a brush of panic at the prospect of Tono being outbid again.
“Going once… Going twice… Sold to Tono Nosaka for nine hundred dollars.”
It took everything in Brie not to squeal with joy. She was Tono’s for the entire day!
Her whole body flushed when he walked up and took her hand. “Come with me, toriko.” She walked beside him, giddy with excitement.
Sir concluded the auction, but Tono did not move. After the room had cleared out, he approached the panel of trainers. “I am requesting to keep Miss Bennett longer than normal. I plan to do a full shoot and do not want to feel rushed. I understand the importance of the debriefing, but I promise to discuss the session afterwards, just as she would with all of you.”
“This is highly unusual, Tono Nosaka,” Ms. Clark complained.
Sir replied, “You do realize that the debriefing includes the other students. She will miss out on that.”
“I do understand, Headmaster Davis,” Tono answered respectfully. “However, I believe that Miss Bennett will benefit from a full session, given her interest in bondage.”
Master Coen spoke up, “I agree. It would be a beneficial experience for our student.”
“Mr. Nosaka, why would you need more than eight hours for a shoot?” Sir asked skeptically.
Tono tilted his head. “Obviously, you are not familiar with the rituals I practice both before and after a session.”
Marquis Gray looked at Brie with eyes she could not read. “Before we discuss this further, we need to know if Miss Bennett is willing to do a shoot with you.”
Tono turned to her, gracing Brie with his devastating chocolate gaze. “Toriko, would you allow me to photograph our session as I expose you to the art of Kinbaku?”
Brie couldn’t hide her excitement when she answered, “Yes, Tono. I would like that very much.”
Ms. Clark added her two cents. “Since this is a unique opportunity for Miss Bennett, I believe it merits missing one night’s debriefing.”
“I concur,” Marquis said quietly.
Sir stared at Tono without speaking. An uncomfortable span of time passed before he stated, “You have permission to keep her until midnight, when class officially ends.”
Tono bowed to Sir and guided Brie towards the elevator. His touch was soothing and electric at the same time. She found it difficult not to stare at him like a puppy dog.
It turned out that Tono drove a sleek, silver Nissan. He opened the door for her, but didn’t let her enter the car. “Kiss me, toriko.”
She tiptoed and pressed her lips against his. Tono’s arms enfolded her as they kissed. The chemistry between them was its own living organism, a third party wrapping itself around the two. When he pulled away, she had to catch her breath.
“While you are with me today, you have permission to look me in the eye. In fact, I would prefer it, little slave.” His hand grazed her cheek.
He motioned her inside his sports car and insisted she buckle up. She soon found out why when he took off. Tono liked speed, and his car was made to break the law. She squeaked several times during the drive, making him chuckle. It was obvious he was enjoying giving her an adrenaline rush of a different kind.
His tiny, unassuming home was in an older part of LA. Whereas his car was flashy and screamed success, his home was humble. The front was a simple rock garden. Inside, Brie was surprised to see it was mostly open with only a few walls, much like a studio apartment. The floors were a dark wood and the furniture sparse. His home radiated peace and tranquility. She was decidedly impressed.
A door opened from the backyard, and a beautiful Asian girl entered. She bowed to Tono. “It is ready, Master.”
“Thank you, Akira. You may wait in the bedroom.”
She bowed low to him, and then to Brie. Her walk was graceful as she took small steps towards the door to the far left. When Akira had quietly closed the door behind her, Brie tried to keep the jealousy out of her voice. “Is she your sub, Tono?”
He shook his head in amusement. “No, toriko. She is my assistant. She helps me with the shoots.”
“Why does she call you Master?”
“Out of respect. In certain circles, I’m considered a master of the rope.” His humble smile melted her heart. “It is actually the reason I was absent at the auction last week. I had a live show in New York. Normally, I don’t leave California, but I wanted enough disposable income to make sure I won your auction this week. I refused to be outbid again.”
Brie blushed, remembering her first auction when the Russian Dom, Rytsar, had outbid Tono. Knowing that the man before her was a renowned artist was disconcerting. “I didn’t realize you were famous, Tono.”
He chuckled and gathered her into his arms. “I am not famous, little slave. People simply enjoy the art, and others want to learn the technique.”
Something told her that he was being overly modest, but she accepted his answer. He pointed to a short, red kimono artfully hanging on the wall. “That is for you to wear for the shoot, toriko. You may join Akira in the bedroom. She will help you dress, and then I want you to meet me out back.”
He kissed her on the forehead and left.
Brie lifted the gorgeous kimono and traced the gold thread accents with her fingers. The soft feel of the silk thrilled her. She’d never worn anything this beautiful before.
She carried it into the bedroom and spent the next half-hour being primped by Akira. She wore no clothes underneath the silken kimono. Although her makeup was simple, Akira applied a deep red lipstick and redid her eyeliner. She spent most of her time creating an elegant updo for Brie, complete with decorative chopsticks. When Brie looked in the mirror, she saw a model staring back at her.
“Wow, Akira. You are a magician.”
The woman twittered softly. “Not so, Miss Bennett. It is easy to work with natural beauty. Please do me the honor of following me to Master.”
The young woman walked with tiny, graceful steps to the back door, and presented Brie to Tono. “I hope you are pleased with my work, Master.”
Tono had changed into a traditional black kimono, and looked devastatingly handsome. He walked over and looked Brie over critically. His eyes on her made her even hotter for him. “Nice work, Akira. Thank you. You may leave now.”
The young woman bowed and left the two alone in Tono’s backyard. Brie looked around, finally noticing the gorgeous Japanese garden. It was tiny, but the space beyond the patio was filled with exotic plants and a small waterfall. “This is lovely, Tono.”
He moved up behind her and put his hands on her waist. “I am glad you like it. It does not take much to create heaven on earth.”
She smiled up at him and moaned softly when he kissed her. “Oh, how I’ve wanted this…”
“Yes, toriko. Your spirit captured me the first day we met.” He kissed her neck, sending pleasant shivers down her spine. “I plan to immortalize that spirit on film today. But first we must sit down for tea.”
He gestured to a low table with two pillows. He held out his hand and helped her kneel down on one. He sat cross-legged on the other and smiled at her. “Tea is good for the soul, toriko.” He poured from an earthenware pot and handed her a small
cup decorated with an orchid. She smiled, recognizing the same design as on the wax she had at home.
Tono poured himself a cup as well. She waited to take a sip until he put his cup to his lips. They both swallowed the tea together, looking at each other. The brew caressed her throat like a warm blanket, and she sighed in contentment.
“Drink more, toriko,” he insisted at intervals, and filled her cup several times. She didn’t mind. The tea had a soothing quality to it, much like the sound of the waterfall, and she felt completely at ease.
“Do you know much about Kinbaku?” he asked.
She smiled at him bashfully. “Only what Mr. Gallant shared in class. He said it was beautiful, though.”
“Yes, my intention is to create harmonious art using the beauty of the model and the intricacy of the rope. But it is more than art, toriko. I plan to carry you to that other plane of consciousness where you can soar free.”
She looked at him questioningly. “What do you mean?”
Tono took another sip of his tea and encouraged her to do the same. “This week you had Doms show you the American way to bring a submissive into subspace. Today I will show you a different way.”
“How is it different?”
He reached across the small table and lightly ran his index finger down her arm before answering. “The American way is to cause pain to quickly bring a rush of endorphins into your bloodstream. My way is much more subtle, but equally effective.” Brie’s skin warmed at his touch, and she looked at him lustfully as he continued.
“By constraining you with rope, I will free you to enter that realm without the need of a whip or cane.”
Her eyes widened. “Really?”
“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’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.
