“When I was a slave to the mage he often punished me, but as I said, it was never sexual. In truth, I don't think he was able to manage sexual satisfaction, for his mind was too consumed with jealousy and anger. Gods, I hated him. I think that might be why I enjoy the idea of you dominating me, Gregory. I trust you. I don't think you would ever truly harm me. The idea of being a slave to your lusts, especially given how..." she paused again and this time her eyes lowered to his hard cock, still standing erect and ready despite its recent seemingly exhausting adventures. "Given how virile you are. And given how impotent he was. It feels Like I'm mocking my former master in some way, and it feels good. Naughty, but good."

“If I ever meet your former master then there's a good chance he's going to find his head on the end of a spike for hurting you, Fiona.” Gregory promised in a chillingly cool tone.

“Although, if you think me fucking you like I own you is a big “fuck you" to the guy? I'm sure as hell happy to oblige.”

“You do own me, Gregory." She actually shivered with arousal as she said those words. "It's only right that you fuck me like you do."

He closed his eyes for a moment before they popped open again, with a little Laugh he turned to Janette.

“Have you and Talina been corrupting her?" he asked.

“Hey, don't look at me." Janette shrugged innocently.

“Talina has some kind of weird thing about you being her master. It's important to her, but she's not exactly sexually submissive, is she? I know I occasionally get a kick out of you taking charge, but by the sound of it I think Fiona wants the full works." She turned her head to look at her friend. "Is that right? Would you like him to tie you up? Spank you? Control you?"

"I don't know." Fiona answered honestly. "I've never done anything Like that before, but the idea of it sure is making me wet."

“I have some shackles!" Janette added helpfully.

Everyone stopped to turn and look at her after that little revelation.

“What?" she asked.

“I thought it‘d be fun to get naked one night and shackle myself to the bed just before Greg comes in. I said I was a

Little submissive!"

“Where did you get shackles from?" he asked.

“I may have lifted them from the stores near the cesspits." Janette cast Algra a hopeful sideways glance in the hope that the orc wouldn't tell on her.

“We should shackle Fiona to the bed now," Algra said, and then she glanced to Gregory. "Then you should fuck her. Hard."

“Would you like that?" Gregory asked Fiona.

"Yes, master."

“Alright then. A few ground rules? If you ever feel things are going too far then say the word skyline and I'll stop straight away. If you can't speak, then make this gesture with your hand." He threw up the devil horns for her to imitate him shortly after.

“What's wrong with just asking you to stop?" Lydia asked.

“As far as I know, sometimes part of the fantasy for people with Fiona's particular kink is to feel that their partner won't stop. It's a fantasy about feeling dominated, and relinquishing power from one person to another. That fantasy kinda goes down the drain if the submissive thinks that they can just say “stop” at any moment. Also, it can get a Little intense, and it helps to have a word and a signal that means in no uncertain terms that something's gone wrong."

"You sure do seem to know a lot about this." Janette eyed him suspiciously.

“I may have had a slight kink for this sort of thing, and I may have read a few articles on the subject. Ok?" His tone was slightly defensive, although that was undermined considerably by his cheeks turning bright red once again.

“It is a good idea." Fiona quickly interjected when she sniffed a hint of hesitation from him. "I intend to push on those boundaries with you, master. But let's explore it slowly, yes?"