“I will, Master.”
“The transfer is a formal, but simple ritual. I will present you to Tono Nosaka. You must bow at his feet. When he places his hand on your head, it signifies his acceptance of you as his temporary submissive.”
Sir exited the car and walked around to open her door. He pulled her small suitcase from behind the seat and then held out his arm for her to clasp. “Head held high, but at a respectful angle. Chest out.”
Those were the same words he’d used the night he’d collared her. She forced herself to smile, even though each step towards the house was killing her inside.
Tono opened the door moments after Sir rang the doorbell. The Asian Dom was dressed in a traditional brown kimono that matched his chocolate-brown eyes. “Welcome, Sir Davis. Won’t you both come inside?”
Sir guided Brie ahead of him. “Thank you, Nosaka. I plan to keep this short.”
“As you wish,” he replied, closing the door behind them.
Tono escorted them into the open living room. Brie vividly remembered the lack of interior walls and the modest décor that spoke of his Japanese background. His home radiated tranquility, helping to calm her nerves.
Brie was disheartened that Sir hadn’t been exaggerating about not wasting time. “I present to you my sub, téa.” He nodded to her.
Brie instantly knelt at Tono’s feet, in an open kneeling position. She closed her eyes when she felt his light touch on her head and had to struggle to hold back a sob in response to the physical transfer of power.
“I accept your sub, téa, for the duration we have agreed upon,” Tono answered.
“Here is a key to her collar.”
Tono took the small key and closed his hand tightly around it, bowing to Sir respectfully.
“I leave her in your capable hands, Tono Nosaka.” With that, Sir turned around abruptly and left, without addressing Brie again. She couldn’t believe he was really gone until she heard the roar of the engine as the Lotus sped away. The lonely echoes of it could be heard long afterwards.
“Toriko.”
Brie looked up, biting her lip, trying not to cry. He held out his arms to her.
Brie stood up and accepted his embrace. She closed her eyes, fighting the feeling of abandonment enveloping her. To combat it, she concentrated on matching her breath with Tono’s. This is your life for now…
His calming voice rumbled from deep inside his chest. “He needed to leave for his own peace of mind.”
She pressed her head against him and nodded meekly in agreement.
“Are you ready to serve your Master, toriko?”
She broke away and bowed at his feet again, reconfirming her commitment to him. “It would be my honor, Tono.”
“Remove your shoes and place them at the front door. Then fill the kettle with water and bring it to me after it boils.”
While she followed his instructions, Tono exited out of the back door. Brie stood by the stove, not allowing herself to think. She listened intently to the water warming in the kettle instead. There was something soothing about the sounds of the water as it slowly reached a soft, rolling boil. Waiting gave her time to adjust to this reality.
Tono was a wise Master.
Master… Brie shook her head in protest, but stopped herself short. Tono had chosen to serve as her Master during Sir’s absence. He deserved a willing sub. Sir expected it, and Tono merited no less.
When the water came to a raging boil, she took the teakettle off the stove and joined Tono outside. The sounds of trickling water and birdsong greeted her.
“Good,” he replied when he saw Brie. “Place it on the table and sit beside me.”
She did as he had asked, kneeling on the small pillow beside him. Brie broke out in a smile when she saw the tea set, the one he had painted with his signature orchid. “I remember this.”
He poured the water over the tea leaves to let them steep. “If I recall correctly, you consumed a lot of tea that day.”
Brie giggled to herself. “I certainly
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