The fact is there are times when life does not give us our desire. What determines our character is how we handle those disappointments.
It is during this separation, we also get to see a softer side of Master. Who knew he was a poet? Psst... I did. ;) LOL
Excerpt from Brie Learns Restraint:
“Kneel, facing away from me.”
She did as she was asked, her whole body buzzing with excitement. Tono started with her chest, binding it tightly, framing her breasts with the rope. The subtle touches as he pulled and adjusted the rope were hypnotically sensual. This time there was no music, just the slap of the ends of the rope as they smacked the floor with each pass.
He bound her arms one at a time, covering them in a decorative three-inch diamond pattern. He moved down to her abdomen, attaching a rope from her chest as he bound it in the same ornamental pattern.
She gasped softly when he reached between her legs and pulled the rope taut against her clit and up the valley of her ass. He fastened it in the back, pulling it even tighter before tying the final knot. The pressure was arousing, causing her body to react.
“Tono, I’ve wet the jute.”
He chuckled under his breath. “To be expected, little slave.”