by Red Phoenix
“The honor is mine,” he replied, certain she must know exactly who he was to incite such a response. She continued to blush and bowed several times as he explained what he was looking for. Her reaction was thoroughly charming, and something he’d often experienced in Japan because of the esteem people held for his father—but not here in Colorado. He’d grown used to his anonymity in Denver and found her adoration sweet but slightly disconcerting.
“Let me see if I have what you want in the back. I just had a new shipment come in last night. Please excuse me, Nosakasama,” she said with another bow.
“Dōmo arigato gozaimasu,” he replied, thanking her in his native tongue.
The smile she flashed at him was priceless as she disappeared into the back. Tono looked around her little shop, enjoying the uniquely Japanese items dispersed throughout the clothing shop—from spices and teas to small knickknacks and candy. The woman had chosen well, bringing a taste of Japan to this decidedly western state.
He determined then that he would return with Autumn in the future, curious which items would capture her interest. It would be another way to share a personal side of himself while learning more about the woman based on which things appealed to her senses.
Ms. Cooper came back with a black kimono and asked, “Is this what you had in mind, Nosakasama?”
She held up the black silk to him. Tono ran his fingers down the strip of green silk that lined the collar, appreciating the print on the material that consisted of various shades of emerald-colored leaves accented with small fuchsia flowers. The addition of green would complement Autumn’s eyes and the pink matched her lips, but it was the thin gold rope lining the obi that made the kimono stunning and unique. “Ms. Cooper, this is exactly what I was looking for.”
“Wonderful, Nosakasama,” she replied, clearly happy he was pleased.
While she was carefully wrapping the kimono, Tono picked up a pack of bontan ame, a candy of his youth that was wrapped in edible rice paper. “I’d like to get this as well.”
“Certainly, Nosakasama. My pleasure,” she replied, taking it from him. She quickly wrapped the candy in its own special paper and handed him the two packages. After paying for the items, she gave him a respectful bow. “Kyō wa dōmo arigatōgozaimashita.”
Tono bowed to her formal good-bye, and repeated her words in English, “Thank you very much for today.”
She opened the door for him, gracing him with a radiant smile.
“Until next time, Ms. Cooper,” he said as he walked out of her unique little shop devoted to his homeland of Nippon.
Tono returned home and laid out the wrapped kimono on his bed, putting the treat on the kitchen counter. He’d forgotten the excitement of training someone new to BDSM. It had been such a common thing when he was part of the Submissive Training Center, but he hadn’t been with an inexperienced submissive since then.
He smiled, thinking of the butterflies Autumn must be feeling as she returned to her home after work and readied herself before traveling to his home.
She had no idea what to expect other than what Brie had recorded on film. Tonight Tono would show Autumn there was so much more to submission than learning a pose or perfecting a sensual skill.
He had just finished dressing in his kimono when he heard a light knock on the door. He was pleased that she was fifteen minutes sooner than expected. It was obvious she had paid close attention to the documentary and understood lateness was considered a sign of disrespect.
Tono opened the door and smiled. “Are you ready for your first lesson, Autumn?”
She gave him a timid, but charming “Yes.”
“Excellent. You will come in and go to my room. There you will find the outfit I have chosen for you. Unlike before, you are not allowed to wear any undergarments. I want you naked under the silk.”
Autumn caught her breath, surprised to be given orders before she had even stepped inside. Tono watched her intently, curious to see how she would handle it. Her response would let him know how serious she was about wanting to be trained.
“What is the proper way to say yes?”
He nodded his approval for her asking. “A simple ‘Hai, Tono’ will do. It basically means ‘Yes Master’.”
“And if I want to respond in the negative?”
“I will keep it simple and let you answer with ‘Kamo, Tono,’ which means ‘Probably, Master’.”
He enjoyed the smirk that played across her lips when she realized when she said no, it was still an affirmative response.
“We will speak more on the subject after you dress.”
“Hai, Tono,” she answered, giving him a shy little bow before heading down the hall to his bedroom.
He stood in the hallway, with his hands behind his back, waiting patiently for her to join him.
“Oh Tono, what a beautiful kimono!” she exclaimed from his bedroom.
“I am pleased that you like it,” he replied, smirking to himself.
Autumn took an exceedingly long time putting it on. Finally, she called out, “Tono?”
“Yes, Autumn?”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t figure out this belt.”
Tono chuckled to himself, but answered in a firm tone, “Come out here, and I will show you how to tie it correctly.”
Autumn made her way out of his bedroom with one hand clutched around the obi while the other held her kimono closed. Even though they had seen each other completely naked just yesterday, it was apparent that she still struggled with exposing her body to him—but she was too much of a beauty to be kept under wraps.
“Hand me the belt,” he commanded, “and go to the mirror, putting your hands out to your sides.”
She hesitated for a moment as it dawned on her that to obey his command would leave the kimono open, but she respectfully gave him the sash and walked over to the mirror, lifting her arms out and allowing the kimono to fall open.
Just that brief glance of her naked skin had fire rushing to his groin. Oh, the things he planned to do with her…
Tono forced his thoughts in check and demonstrated how to properly tie the obi around her waist. He informed her, “As my submissive, I will call you by a special name.”
Autumn turned her head slightly to look at him. “What name, Tono?”
“Pay attention,” he admonished with a slight grin, tightening the sash. “I’ll tell you once you can tie this yourself.”
She quickly turned to look down at his hands as he finished the intricate tie. As soon as he was done, he undid the obi and handed it to her.
“Show me what you have learned.”
Autumn gave him a doubtful look, but adjusted her kimono and folded the top part of the obi in half and laid it against her shoulder. She got as far as wrapping it around her waist twice before she got confused and was forced to stop.
“Undo it and hand it to me,” he commanded.
Tono showed her again and was heartened to see her increased concentration. When he gave it to her the second time, she seemed far more confident.
Although it took her a while, and involved several reties, she finally finished and turned the hane to the back before carefully straightening it. When she was done, she looked into the reflection of the mirror and smiled at him.
“I’m impressed,” he said with sincerity, “considering I only showed you twice.”
Autumn couldn’t hide her joy, beaming with pride when she said, “Thank you, Tono.”
“Now that you are dressed as my submissive in training, it’s time to make this arrangement official.”
He turned her around to face him. Gazing into her green eyes, he asked, “Autumn Day, do you consent to train under my care for the next three months?”
“Hai, Tono.”
He pulled a thin strand of jute fashioned with delicate knots that he had created for this occasion. “While this is not a formal collar, you are not allowed to take it off. It is a reminder of the commitment you are making to me this evening.�
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Tono tied the jute securely around her neck, looking down at her as he did so. Her eyes were so wide and trusting…
Autumn trailed her fingers over the jute when he was done, a sweet smile on her lips.
He stated formally, “Your name is now kohana.”
“Kahawna?” she repeated carefully.
“It is the Japanese word for ‘little flower’.” He placed his finger under her chin and tilted her head up. “I consider you the rarest of flowers and am honored to be the man to train you.”
“Oh Tono…” she whispered, her voice heavy with emotion.
“You are now officially my submissive student. You will only answer to me as your Master.”
Autumn nodded. “That is my heart’s desire, Tono.”
He sealed their commitment with a kiss before turning back to face the mirror.
“Look in the mirror,” he commanded gently, standing behind her.
Autumn looked absolutely stunning standing there. The black kimono was sexy, but still hinted to her innocence with the artful placement of the flowers.
“Before you stands a woman on the precipice of a great journey. Are you ready to explore your hidden desires with me?”
“Hai, Tono,” she answered, her eyes luminous and enchanting as she looked at him in the reflection.
“Come,” he said, directing her to the jute mat. After helping her to the floor, he sat cross-legged facing her. “When you arrived, I said that we would talk more about expected protocols. As your Dominant, I must be clear in my instructions. As the submissive it is important that you ask questions if you are unsure, but then immediately obey once the explanation has been given.”
He noticed her swallow hard, the reality of this venture hitting home for her.
“If I ask a question and you give a positive response, I know you are fully willing. If you answer with Kamo, it lets me know your reluctance. Ultimately, however, as the Dominant my will is to be obeyed. I can choose to amend the command or not. If I choose not to, you are expected to obey despite your stated feelings.”
Her eyes grew even wider.
“But if at any point you wish to stop a scene, I expect you to call out your safeword.”
“What is my safeword, Tono?”
“Aka.”
“What does that mean?”
“The color red.”
She nodded. “Yes, I remember the different safewords from the film, so how do you say yellow?”
“Kiiro.”
“And green?”
“Midori. Now say them for me.”
Autumn repeated the three words flawlessly.
“Well done, kohana.”
Autumn blushed, obviously pleased by his praise.
“My next task may prove challenging because of your prosthetic, but I want you to find a comfortable kneeling position you can maintain. Try different poses until you find the one that suits you and is pleasing to the eye. Use the mirror to guide you. In this case, what I desire is a position that expresses your submission to me but is also comfortable.”
“I will do my best, Tono,” she answered, sounding a tad nervous. He suspected she was afraid of failing in the task, but she would soon learn that his brand of instruction would not set her up for failure, only success.
Tono stood back and watched as Autumn carefully lowered herself to the ground and began experimenting. After trying several different positions, she returned to the first one and announced, “I believe this is the one, Tono.”
“It is an extremely attractive pose, but I am going to ask that you stay in that position until I give you permission to move from it. Let’s see if it is something you can maintain comfortably for an extended amount of time.”
After only a few minutes, he saw her shifting slightly.
“Find another,” he commanded.
Autumn frowned, looking as if she were embarrassed to have chosen incorrectly, but dutifully tried several more positions before choosing another.
“Very well. Stay as you are until I tell you otherwise.”
“Hai, Tono.”
He kept her in that pose for over fifteen minutes before he walked up to her. “I appreciate the grace expressed in this pose, but we need to add another element.” He knelt down on one knee and pulled at the collar of her kimono, opening it wider until the beauty of her breasts were exposed. He ran his fingers over the soft silk and her smooth skin, communicating his pleasure in her choice with both his touch and his words.
“I like that you hold your hands open, exposing your palms,” Tono said as he lightly traced his finger over the sensitive area. Leaning forward, he whispered in her ear, “And your thighs being parted communicates your willingness to satisfy my needs…” He took advantage of the opening of her kimono to slowly run his hand up her inner thigh, stopping just shy of her mound.
He felt her tense in anticipation.
Tono smiled as he removed his hand from her thigh and lightly grazed her bottom lip with his finger instead.
He kissed her then. The kiss started out tender but quickly grew more passionate as Autumn responded when he parted her lips with his tongue. Her soft moans and rapid breath called to him, and he had to fight the overwhelming urge to take her right there on the mat.
Standing up, he walked over to the counter, picking up the bontan candy and returning to hand it to her. “A small gift for succeeding in your task. This hints to my childhood.”
“Thank you, Tono,” she said, eagerly unwrapping the small present. She smiled when she saw what it was. “This is the candy you ate as a boy?”
Tono nodded. “Have you had it before?”
She shook her head.
“It’s unique because it is wrapped in rice paper, which is meant to be eaten with the candy.”
Autumn opened the small box and handed him one piece before taking one for herself. She studied the clear wrapper encasing the candy. “It looks like plastic. Is it really edible?”
“Not the first wrap.” He unwrapped it from the plastic to reveal a small orange candy wrapped in clear rice paper. Tono popped it into his mouth and let the rice paper melt on his tongue before he started chewing the soft citrus candy.
Autumn smiled and unwrapped hers and took a bite into it. She looked confused as she tried to break the paper with her teeth. She put her hand up to cover her mouth and said, “Are you sure it’s not plastic?”
Tono opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue to show her the candy was gone.
A smile appeared on Autumn’s face when the rice paper began to melt in her mouth. After she chewed and swallowed the candy, she told him, “I can see why you enjoyed it as a kid. Edible paper has to be the funnest thing ever.”
She offered him another piece before popping a second one in her mouth.
Tono thoroughly enjoyed sharing this small element of his life with her. The fact she was equally thrilled only helped to endear her to him even more.
“Now that your kneeling position is set and your safewords are established, let’s begin with your first lesson.”
He noticed Autumn momentarily freeze, a terrified look flitting across her face.
“I am a gentle but exacting teacher, kohana. There is no reason to fear the lessons I teach.”
Autumn shook her head. “I’m sorry, Tono. All of this is so new, I kind of forgot myself for a moment.”
“There is an excitement in each new experience with a partner. It will bond the two of us in a unique way.”
She blushed. “Yes, I experienced that last night.”
The mention of their first coupling caused his cock to harden as thoughts of claiming her virginity rushed back to his mind.
Her recent initiation to full penetration was the reason he was taking it slow with her today. Since this would be only their second time together, he felt a gentle introduction would set her up for a lifetime of exploration.
Autumn was truly a rare treasure as a new submissive. She was a strong, experienc
ed woman and survivor, yet she possessed the innocence of a girl just coming into her own sexually. It was a pleasure to savor and enjoy both aspects of her.
Tono struck a match and lit a large red candle. “Tonight I will be introducing you to wax play.”
She nervously glanced at the candle.
Her inexperience was a definite turn-on. To see in her eyes the fear of something she would soon grow to love was intoxicating to him.
“Remove your kimono and sit on the mat, kohana.”
She did not hesitate this time, undoing the sash and letting the kimono gently fall to the floor. Before he would let her sit, Tono stared at her, admiring her breasts, bare sex, and those shapely thighs. Autumn glanced down briefly at her prosthetic, frowning slightly before looking away.
He smiled. “Yes, kohana, I see it but it does not detract from your beauty. Do not concern yourself with that again.”
She nodded curtly, her unconscious action revealing that she’d heard his words but had not accepted his truth.
That would be a lesson for another day.
Tono sat down behind her with the burning pillar candle in his hand and commanded, “Lean your back against me.”
She moved closer to him and leaned her naked body against his chest, the contact sending a sexual current through them both.
“Now this requires that you trust your Master. I want you to stay still.”
“Hai, Tono,” she said in a breathless voice.
He grasped her throat with his free hand and forced her head back so her lips were accessible to him.
“Trust…” he murmured huskily as he tipped the candle and the first drops fell. She twitched when the hot wax made contact with her skin, leaving trails of red following the valley between her breasts.
“Color?”
She giggled. “Midori, Tono. I actually liked it.”
“Now that you are familiar with its warm caress, I want you to stay still this time.”
“I’m sorry I flinched.”
“It was an involuntary reflex and not a conscious choice to move. Had it been not so, I would punish you for willful disobedience.”
“What kind of punishment?” she asked in alarm.
“I prefer spankings.”
“Oh my…” she exclaimed, a blush coloring her cheeks. He felt her tremble in his arms, and smiled to himself.