Brie Learns the Art of Submission: Submissive Training Center (34 page)

Mary growled under her breath, but took it
and popped the chocolate in her mouth.

“Hold your head up. You have so much more to
offer than just your pussy.”

Mary actually cracked a smile. “Thanks.”

“Hey, it’s the least I could do. You really
helped me this week when my Domme wanted me to wear the ball
gag.”

“Yeah, I regret that. Had I known you would
miss out on Boa if you hadn’t worn it, I would have kept my mouth
shut.”

Brie looked at her in shock. “Really?”

“Hell, yeah! I wanted Boa all to
myself.”

Brie pushed her on the shoulder and grinned.
“Just so you know, he was
mighty
fine.”

“Bitch.”

Brie laughed, but shut right up when Ms.
Clark walked in and told them it was time to line up. Mary was the
first called onto the stage. Brie held her breath when the bidding
started, worried that Mary would suffer another mortifying auction.
The bidding started off slowly after the announcer had mentioned
her feminine condition, but Brie finally heard, “Going once… Going
twice… Sold to Master Cox for five hundred dollars.”

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.