I m p o r t a n t

[Andikins]

Agoura stared at the door to this supposed...'shop'. What a shop was doing down in the Stores Tunnels was beyond her. Though, given the nature of the things she wanted and this guy was rumored to sell, it wasn't too awfully surprising. You like the strangest things, DearHeart. Have you decided which of the things you want first? Agoura tilted her head slightly to one side, contemplating that question. I'm not sure. I want to see what he has on him, first. That makes sense...

Agoura didn't wait a second more. She stepped into the room casting her eyes about for as much information as she could gleen through a glance.

Agoura had heard tell of a man, a Dragonless fellow, that had made a bit of a name for himself in crafting leather into..."special"...custom items. Agoura was hoping to get her hands on a few choice pieces, but she wanted to make sure she would get quality. Things like what she wanted weren't found just anywhere, and if she was going to pay for custom work, then it had better be quality.

She halted in the doorway, arms crossed over her chest, glowering coldly at her surroundings. You have to say something, M'Love. The yellowrider rolled her eyes and sighed. "Excuse me. I'm here to see samples of your work, if you have a moment..." she called out to whomever may be listening. She hadn't seen anyone, but she was certain they were around somewhere.

[Hippopotomonstrose]

Myrnan's little place of employment -- it had probably been a tiny store room before -- was remote, isolated from his fellow craft's men. Just the way he liked it and the apparent solitude emboldened his higher paying customers to venture out and explain to him exactly what kind of esoteric goods they were looking for. And as time went by, he gained more and more customers. It was a way to earn a living.

He poked his head out of his stock room. A new person? He hadn't heard that voice before.

Ooo, I like her Headcase-Iweth commented with a delighted little purr. She looks like she knows what she wants.

"That's just 'cause you're a bloody sadist yerself," Myrnan growled. He straightened, brushed his clothes somewhat straight and stepped into view.

"Samples? I got yer samples a-plenty," he said, limping past the woman -- yeelow dragonrider -- and pulled a drawer open. "Somethin' like this, p'rhaps? 'course it's the more tame stuff. More interestin' bits are over there." He jerked his head to a large closet to the left.

Inside were paddles, but not just paddles. There were ones with polished wooden flats and holes in them, with delicately worked leather handles. And then there were thick, almost belt-like straps with designs carved into the flat, designed to leave a mark on what they hit. Sure, he might have asked what kind of samples she wanted to see, but he was good at seeing what kind of customer set foot in.

And she? Tough, cold and a need for control. Come to think of it... He picked a small chest from the floor and flipped it open. Leather cuffs of all sorts and sizes, some designed to get tighter as they were pulled against, others with tiny studs, blunt or sharp, on the inside and others just adorned with tooled leather. "They come with any design you want, any special additions, though they cost more."

[Andikins]

Agoura heard the mumbling to one side and turned her cold gaze to him. The apparent crafter. Who is the sadist? Cieth asked her, posing the same question Agoura had been asking herself, though not out loud. Agoura did not answer, of course. She didn't know the answer to the question anyway, so why even waste more than a passing thought on it.

She followed him quietly to the drawer he pulled open and glanced inside. She raised one fairly delicate brow at the paddles. She wasn't really one for that sort of thing, but this would be a good chance to examine his craftsmanship, at the very least. When he guided her to the more 'interesting' pieces, she reached out for one, pulling it out of the closet and examining it.

"Hearts?" she asked coldly, looking at the little shapes cut into the leather. I think they are cute! A very small smirk flickered on Agoura's face as she allowed Cieth to view the toys through her own eye. "You would, you softy..." Agoura mumbled herself, so absorbed in her examinations that she forgot to even try to speak to Cariocieth in her mind.

The yellowrider's head snapped up when she heard the sound of the straps pouring out of the chest. Immediately she put the paddle back, her eyes glued to the straps, picking various ones up and looking over them with her calculating eye. "Hmm..." she hummed to herself, pushing aside anything with studs. She had never liked those. Had always found them tacky and unnecessary, really. But the ones that tightened as you pulled? Oh, those certainly were her kind of toy.

"I could do with a few more of these. Your work is quite impressive." You complimented him? Agoura...Do you like him? Agoura paused in what she was doing, glaring at her dragon through their mental like. She could feel Cieth's amusement. I'm only joking, Darling. "I may have something special in mind for you, if I feel you can handle it. But for now, there is a smaller, less pressing task I would hire you for..."

[Hippopotomonstrose]

Myrnan rolled his eyes. People had a tendency to mistake the studded cuffs. He fished one of them out of the collection. "They go on like this," he said, quickly wrapping it around his wrists. Studs on the inside. "'Course, they're fer the more hardcore players. Prolly not to yer taste." There were a few faint scars, like something had scratched him deep across the wrist a few sevendays before. Like he knew a bit more about them than just making the toys.

"Hearts were a custom job that ain't been picked up a copule'o weeks ago," he answered, sounding bored and flat. "Got whips an' gags in there." He jerked his thumb at the lower drawers of the closet.

"Whaddaya wanna have me make fer ya, girly? Can guarentee ya that whatever ya come up with ain't gonna be a problem t'make." Well, he had his pride for one--

Pride? That's a new one. Didn't see that last week when-

"Shuddup," he growled off to the side. Dumb headcase left-over dragon voice. So, pride and, well, he had a name to uphold,a reputation to protect and there was no way that some little yellowrider wou;d be able to come up with anything he wouldn't be able to make. Heh., Little missy probably thought she was so edgy.

Still, cold and controlling were a very interesting mix to watch develop.

[Andikins]

Agoura raised her eye to stare at him as he demonstrated for her. What? Did he think she was new to this? "I know what those are for. They are still tacky and unnecesary." She went back to examining the others. Agoura, he looks pretty with them, doesn't he? her yellow said mischeiviously. Agoura sighed. Would you stop trying to set me up with anything that movs and looks half-way submissive? He's probably a bit of a whore anyay... Oh, and you're the jealous type, aren't you?

Then the chiding tone about her not being hardcore enough for studs. What was that about? It wasn't about being hardcore for her. It was about what brought more pleasure. Studs just didn't do anything for her. "If I want to be hard, I'll use my own sharpened steele..." she murmured, still not looking back up at him. Of course she noticed the scars, the evidence that he made use of his merchandise. But that, so far, was of no consequence to her.

She did however, take a quick peek at the gags that were mentioned. "Lovely..." she said, pulling a number of her favorte lookining ones out and together with the cuffs she most appreciated. Then, at his assurance that he could make anything she asked for, she puled out a bit of hide with designs on it. Upon the page was someting that looked like a set. Wrist cuffs and ankle cuffs that would connct and weren't that fantastic or outrageous looking. Nothing a skilled leatherworker could not handle.

The more interesting part was the leather harness straps, modeled after flight straps across the person's chest, it attatched in the back to something that looked like a leather half-mask that covered the top half of the person's face, with no extra designs or decorations. Simply, just functional. "Sensory deprivation. And enough to keep him still and tied tight..." she glanced over him. "Make it to fit you. That should work..." She glanced back to her drawing. "Simple enough, yes?"

[Hippopotomonstrose]

Myrnan shrugged. Well, if it wasn't for her, it wasn't for her. He had, actually, appreciated the added incentive to not struggle. Of course, given the marks on his wrists -- they would fade in time -- he hadn't been very good at keeping still. But, he knew better than to be pushy. Pushy didn't sell in these circumstances. Instead, he straightened his samples and put the ones not selected away, made a mental list of things he would have to add. These kinds of things paid better than regular leather work.

He picked the design up and studied it, traced the lines lightly with his fingers and imagined the shape in his head on a nameless, generic body. He shifted a few in his mind, adjusted thickness of straps, added padding in certain places. In general, though, it was a damned good design. The girl was creative, most likely experienced enough on one side of the power balance. The hairs on the back of his arms rose at the mention of fitting it to himself.

"Simple'nough, yeah," he drawled and traced his fingers over the lines once more. "I can do it. Ain't no problem there. 's gonna take a bit of time an' it'll cost ya. I c'n add a point t'attach a fiited gag to the mask, if you wanna. An' if you attach two small loops 'ere t' attach chains to, y'could restrain 'm on a hook in your wall or the foot o' yer bed. Leav'm there fer a while." Myrnan looked up, gauging her reaction.

He didn't say a word about fitting it to himself. From the looks of the design, it would be very difficult to alter the fit or fit someone else in what was made for another person entirely. Whole straps would have to be replaced, the mask would have to be completely redone. So either she was testing him for future use, and it wouldn't be the first time, or she knew someone with the same occasionally-starved, wiry built as him. That seemed unlikely.

[Andikins]

Agoura nodded her head in aproval. The guy had a few good ideas. "Yes, those additions would work well." She said calmly, glancing over the design again and imagining the changes. It was quite exciting. "And attaching them to the foot of my bed...or the wall...?" My, my. The thought excites even me! Oh? Interestd in human slaves now, are you?

Agoura's lips actually lifted into a slight smile for a moment. It was a bit awkward, and a tad sinister, but it wasn't many people that saw her smile at all. "That does seem like a good idea. Thank you for that."

She looked over it for a second as a though came to her. "Ah..." she said, pointing to the straps about the chest that made up the harness. I need you to make these adjustible, maybe with buckles, and perhaps put two straps behind the mask, so that can be adjustable as well." That had been an issu she had not noticed until looking over him once more. He was a bit small, wasn't he...? Oh, don't try to be coy! He already knows you have him in mind! Agoura's smile vanished as she glared at the gags. I need one of these for you. I look at everyone as a potential plaything. It makes none of them special...

[Hippopotomonstrose]

"Or a peg in th'ground, or a cage or whatever," Myrnan shrugged. "Get all sortsa requests. I'm the only one 'round here who makes this stuff an' ain't gonna blab 'bout who buys what." And he, in turn, just took the requests they made and added them to his collection of offers. He looked at the indicated straps and nodded. "Can do that. No problem." He owuld just had to make sure the claspos and what not were stable and protected enough that the wouldn't injure the sub too much.

"Rules fer purchase. Anythin' ya buy readymade can be tested out fer a day, if ya bring it back the next day you git yer money back or, if you need somethin' adjusted, you get the adjustment fer free. Customs, you gotta pick up in a week of it bein' finished. If it ain't picked up I sell it t'someone else. If a custom job ain't to yer satisfaction ye get either the alteration free or half yer money back." He rattled of the rules. It wasn't so much that he wanted to get one over on his customers, he just wanted to protect his source of income.

I think she liiiiiikes you, Iweth sing-songed in his head. Myrnan twitched, but refused to otherwise acknowledge the dragon.

Oh, I see how it is. Ignore me, will you? Iweth huffed.

[Andikins]

She paused at the word 'rules'. She was surprised by that. Usually there weren't really rules for purchasing anything, really. But, everybody liked to conduct their business their way.

She watched him quietly and listened as he spoke, taking in each word carefully. If she would be doing business wth him further, it would be wise to pay attention. Oh...I heard something interesting. Did you? Agoura wasn't sure how this would go, but if she was given a day to test the things she was buying, and she didn't currently have anyone fun to play with, then...

She snatched up one of the cuffs that tighten as you pull, swung it up and looped it about one of his wrists, pulling it toward her, quickly, hoping she caught him in it adequately. As soon as she was sure the loop made it about his wrist, she raised her hand straight up. She was a couple inches taller than the man, so it shouldn't have been too much trouble to bring him up on his toes in order to reach.

"Well, I don't have anyone to test them on. Care to volunteer for a day?"

Agoura, Love! That's naughty! You should ask permission first! I am asking permission! Not first, though!

[Hippopotomonstrose]

He had to give it to her: she was quick. Quicker than he would have liked. It wasn't fair that she was taller than him. Myrnan ended up standing on his toes. He looked at her, went over the options in his head. On the one hand, he didn't know her. That made it more dangerous. On the other hand, with how the voice in his head was going, he needed a little play to get his mind back in order.

"On two conditions," he finally said. "We stay 'ere an' you close th'door." A closed door meant no business, all his customers knew that, and staying in his store was safer. He paid a drudge to come and check on him after a customer had been to see him. It was safer. Not every customer, certainly not when they were dragonriders, handled the dragonless with care.

Of course, staying in his store meant that she'd have access to all his samples instead of just what she'd selected.

And a day? She was quite full of herself if she thought she could keep the games up for the rest of the day. It would be interesting to see what she could do.

"Right, girlie, show me whatcha got, then."

[Andikins]

Agoura raised one brow. He was...agreeing? Really? Well...It had been how long since she'd been allowed to play? She didn't think he quite understood how much pent up frustration she contained at the moment. They stood for a few moments, no longer than a minute before Agoura began to back to the door, her cold gaze locked on the younger man's face.

She reached back with a foot and kicked the door closed, the sound echoing slightly in the room and causing her one eye to blink for the first time since she had captured her prey. Cieth? she thought coldly. I know. Don't bother you for awhile. Have fun!

Agoura moved again, stretching her arm out slightly, allowing Myr to rest fully on his feet again, stepping so that one of his work tables stood between them. She reached for another one of the same cuffs and then for his other wrist. Then she lifted both his arms and spun him about, rather forcefully and pulled him back so he leaned backward against the table.

It was easy to find a place to strap him down. After that was finished she walked around to stand over him to one side, her hand flat against his chest. "I suppose i should warn you. It is only fair..." she stepped away, opening more of his cabinets and chests, pulling various toys, straps and the like out and tossing them in the direction of his table. "I have just graduated from my Weyrling Lessons. So I've had planty of time to stew in my own frustrations."

She turned to look at him, bending at the waist so that her face hovered over his, her long hair hanging down around them like a dark, slick curtain. "This may take some time before i am satisfied..."

[Hippopotomonstrose]

[[Mature things be happening here as of now,]]

His heart skipped a beat at the slam of the door. He might have made a mistake here. Might have, probably had. The thought was only confirmed when she told him about the whole Weyrling lessons bit. His position wasn't very comfortable, but he supposed that he had been in tougher poses.

And Iweth was quiet. Iweth was always quiet when someone took control of Myrnan in this way. It worked better than alcohol, better than his one venture into drugs. He had a theory that it gave his mind something to hold on to and distract him at the same time.

"If'n ya're tryin' ta scare me, girlie-" yes, she was physically older than him, but he had her on experience "-ya needta work a lil' bit harder." The insulting drawl fell from his lips so easily. He watched her through half closed eyes. His arms strained against the cuffs, but only a little.

He was still dressed, only cuffed to his work bench. If the dragonrider were to look around, she'd find a lot of hooks and surfaces that could be explored. Like one in the middle of the ceiling.

"An' just were does yer satisfaction run?" If he were a betting man, he'd lay a wager on humiliation, at the very least. Possibly also pain. He didn't mind either of them. Welcomed them, in fact.

[Andikins]

"Scare you?" Agoura murmured, stepping about until she stood by his knees. After a moment of running her gaze over him, she pressed her hip between said knees and pushed the apart, standing there with him in a compromising position while she reached out again for the various toys she had tossed this direction. She lined them all u in a way that pleased her before turning back to him and abruptly runnin her hand up along his thigh and under his apron. She liked it. No need to remove it.

But the rest was just in the way.

Her fingers found his belt and deftly began to undo it. It did not take long. She was trying to take her time. She liked to take her time. But it had been sooooo long! She was eager to get some fun done. She set the belt down on the table next to Myr's head. That could be used later, couldn't it? Perhaps.

Immediately she was working on his pant ties next, slowly pulling them down over his hips, the knuckles of her fingers grazing along the sides of his thighs.

As for his question, well, she was already playing, and did not appreciate distrctions. She paused in the tugging of his trousers, everything still neatly covered by his leather apron. She sighed lightly as she reached for one of the gags she had chosen that looked like it had something of a knot or ball in the middle. She liked the look of it, and thought she may try it out. She put hold of his chin, forcing his mouth open and tucking the gag in, reaching across to cinch the straps behind his head.

Once done, she stood back again and placed a finger to her lips before reaching for his trousers again. She pulled until the waistband reached the edge of the table then let go, letting the cloth fall about his ankles and onto the floor. She then reached out for one of his tools she had found laying on the table, and held it up to her face. Yes, this should be sharp enough.

[Hippopotomonstrose]

All right. All right. He had to admit. This was becoming more interesting. Myr held perfectly still, didn't dare to even twitch the tip of his nose. It wasn't that he was scared. The only thing he was worried about was that she would just up and leave. He knew the deal. It wasn't like he was attractive. Haggard, worn and regularly neglected by himself did not a pretty plaything make. He didn't fight her on the gag. His tongue pushed against the ball between his lips, testing out of habit.

Muted for the time being, the leather worker watching Agoura and the tool she had selected. Sharp, but for what? His clothes or was she planniong something different. It didn't make much sense to use it for his clothes, since they were already done away with. Save for the leather apron he wore as a protection from accidentally stabbing himself with his tools. He really rather prefered it that she didn't destroy that. It had taken time and money to get the apron just right. Though calling the thick, worn, brown leather slab an apron was almost doing it an injustice.

He pulled against his cuffs, tried to move his feet in an attempt to be just a little more comfortable. He wasn't supposed to do that, but let's see if she was going to put him in his place or if she was going to be permissive.

[Andikins]

Well, so far, it seemed like this was a fairly well trained, polite young plaything. He was quiet, once he got the point she wanted him to shut it, and he didn't fight against her when she added more to the mix. But really...Sometimes halting the struggle could be fun...And she had almost wanted him to fight back. But, no. She was not testing him out. She was testing out the toys.

Right?

She reached across him and pulled at the bottom hem of his shirt and used the tool she had acquired to slice it open along the side and up his arm, leaning over and resting atop him as she reached his wrist then pulled the scraps off to the opposite side. Now all there was between them was the leather apron.

She set the blade aside. Unless she knew her sub was into cutting, she never used anything that would cut. That included whips and protocol leather and runner-hair floggers. Those could cause bruising and the like, but they could tear the skin open as easily as a sharp knife could.

She paused as she felt him shift and her hands immediately slapped down on his knees, pushing down and back, pulling him to where his arms had to stretch even farther and his wrists were bent at an odd angle. Not only that, but now the edge of the table was digging into the middle of his back, instead of supporting him.

She turned an intense cold glare his way that clearly stated she did not appreciate the wiggling. But he was new to her, so she'd give him a second chance. Wasn't she so generous? Without a word she found some straps for his ankles and attached some longer straps to them that she had found that she passed under the table and tossed up to rest on either side of him. "Move again without my permission and you will be folded in half, understand?" she said coldly, not waiting for a response before she tucked her hand under his apron again, taking hold of his balls in a firm, unfriendly grip.

[Hippopotomonstrose]

Myrnan's eyes popped wide open and he grunted into the gag. Okay. Yes. Ouch. This was definitely one of the least comfortable positions he had ever been in in his entire life. Not the most uncomfortable, mind you. There had been that one time with the weights and the swing and, well, he didn't need to continue that line of thought. He watched her. His heart was pounding in his chest and he kept his eyes on Agoura. He hoped to get a read of her, get an idea of what she was planning to do.

He wasn't usually this set on keeping an eye on what an unknown dom was up to. Most of the time he was too out of it. Too many dreams and voices and the endless struggle to stay in control of himself became too much. He'd always needed to be kept in line. Losing Iweth had only made it worse, nudged him onto a steady path of self-destruction.

He grit his teeth then, her hands anything but kind and forgiving, but he held perfectly still. There would be other chances to defy her, he was sure.

[Andikins]

Agoura calmed a bit, her eyes watching his face as he processed the position he was in. Maybe she would be kind and reposition him again later, in a way that would be less distracting to him, but for now, he was good where he was, being punished for his misdeeds.

Perhaps it was Cariocieth's nature that led her to be a bit too forgiving. But Agoura didn't seem too keen on torturing him all day. Her fingers softened their hold a bit, and she took her time massaging his scrotum, and then sliding the flat of her hand along his shaft, before reaching further up to his chest, bending her fingers to drag her nails the rest of the way back down his chest, over his abdomen only to wrap her fingers about his nethers again.

Oh, a turn and a half was far too long to force a girl to be without her little pleasures. She had every intention of taking her time and enjoying herself. Agoura used her body to hold Myr's legs spread open and dipped her free hand under his apron as well, running her fingertips and nails up along the inside of his thighs, trailing backwards toward his ass. She was warning him, if he did not stop her sometime during their little play, he would be invaded. She would claim him for the night.

Not that she had told him what he needed to do to get her to stop. She had no intention of it at all.

Her hand slid under him, squeezing his ass and lightly running her fingers along his crack, not pushing far enough between to be invasive, just playing around, really. Getting a feel of him, so to say? She soon pulled her hand away, turning her gaze from him to the toys she had lined up and reached out for one that looked like a rather small strap. She had been playing with him this whole time and figured now would be a good time to start her real fun.

Down under the apron went the strap, and she wrapped it about the base of his cock, the fit firm about him. Yes, it should be obvious by this time. She was into multiple forms of bondage and just a bit of humiliation. If he tried to stop her before she was done, she'd leave him in precisely the state he was in. She had done it before. And she was more than willing to do it again.

Once the strap was around him, she pushed the apron aside so she could view her work, using her free index finger to run a circle about the tip of his penis and flick it to one side, almost playfully, the other hands still caressing him as she slid that first hand back down past his testies. Her cold gaze remaining upon his face, gauging his reaction carefully.

[Hippopotomonstrose]

Myrnan whined into the gag. Oh this was just cruel. Cruel! He didn't mind the idea of her taking him, he knew of plenty of toys that allowed such a thing. No, he wouldn't even have fought her on that if he weren't tied down. He had a hell of a lot more of a problem with the strap so cruelly confining his cock. He got the sneaking suspicion that he' d be left wanting after she was done with her fun and that really just wasn' t cool. Sure, it wouldn't be the first time someone didn't clean up after their fun and games but a guy needed his jollies as well.

Wanking just wasn't any fun. Especially not when he had Iweth commenting on his technique. Hello country of New and Exciting Traumas, you have been reached.

He continued to keep perfectly still. Didn't want to ruin his chances, after all, and be left in an even more swkward position. Myrnan kept his eyes on the dragonrider. He wasn't scared, though. She didn't worry him besides from the very possible future of having to wait until the drudge showed up to untie him.

Been there, done that.

[Andikins]

Agoura was somewhat torn. It was nice to finally have a proper submissive doing as he was told. One she didn't have to work hard to train. One who understood the rules. It was nice to be given something so nicely presented on a silver platter. Or rather, sprawled out across a wooden table. Either way, the effect was the same to her.

But on the other hand, she was a rough and tumble woman. She liked the challenge. She liked the struggle. Or at least some whining and whimpering. Whining and whimpering could be so nice. She once had a man who cried. Those were some of the most beautiful tears she had ever seen, and it made it that much better when she "deflowered" him and then left him for his mother to find the next day. What? She had never said it was a mature man. Only that he was of age. And besides, he had taunted her, acting like he was so big and could handle her. Well, he never made such mistakes again. Which was an absolute pity, of course.

But Agoura was able to learn what she had wanted to know. He was not going to shy away from her if she took him. Nice to know. That meant she could have her way with this one and he would not ban her from the shop, most likely. Maybe. Which was comforting. Agoura almost seemed to purr at that, the calm look in his eye. Still torn between exasperatingly excited and defeated by his calm nature. How frustrating. She had intended this to go in only one direction. Her toys being tested and him gaining some pleasure from it, but perhaps she would need to have some fun as well? Or maybe she'd wait until later, so Cieth could replay the images to her while she took care of her own need?

She wasn't sure yet. Though, she did know, she had every intention of finishing him off. She just didn't want him to until she was damned ready for him to. And she wasn't yet. She was just making sure! Agoura climbed up onto the table, abruptly releasing Myrnan and straddling his hips, sitting back on his thighs to make sure he kept them spread wide. Then, as one hand reached up to begin peeling the leathers off her top, the other reached down and fondled Myrnan a bit more.

[Hippopotomonstrose]

He could hardly be a good boy all the time. Especially not when he was released. He'd watched her, studied her and had the idea that if he went through with his little bilp of a plan, this would end badly. Well, badly short term, but might make it more fun long term.

Myrnan rarely had longterm plans these days. ERvery day just dragged on and he was almost disappointed when it turned out he got to open his eyes again in the morning.

He took a few more seconds and then he pushed back, trie dto struggle in order to gain control and get the upper hand. Let's see oif she was a woman of her word.

[Andikins]

When she felt him struggle under her, Agoura had to admit, she was more than a bit disappointed. She had really wanted to have more fun with this, she really had. She wanted more play. Had hoped he'd be a good boy for just a little while longer. And then she could have finished him off and gone home to care for herself, but no! No, he had to struggle now. Disobeying now!

It wasn't fair.

The world hated her, she was certain, for now she simply had to teach him a lesson and couldn't give either of them the pleasure she had wanted to. "Sharditall, man..." she spat, placing her palms on the table to support her as she cam off her knees and stood instead. She reached down, and took hold of his hips, flipping him onto his stomach before snatching up the leather straps for his ankles, dropping off the table behind him and strapping them on, her boots pressing lightly against his feet to keep them still as she did it. And then she tightened.

It was not so awkward a position this way. Really, the only part that would be uncomfortable was his arms, as they would still be bent awkwardly, but that was his own fault. The straps were tight and his feet were pushed under the table just a few inches, making having any stance at all without the table imposssible. She then pulled out a bottle of oil she always had with her(what is Cieth ever got an itch?) she poured some over his ass before snatching up one of his whips(with the smallest handle, of course! He had not let her prepare properly, after all!) and gave him a tail. Not harshly, she had no intention of harming him. She was gentle! But it was done and she tied it about his waist so it wouldn't free itself. Then with her finger she wrote the words "free ride" across his lower back in the oil.

She wasn't sure if he would be able to tell, but it was just to taunt him if he did know how to read that way. She took all her fingers and wiped the words away. No, she certainly wouldn't do that to him. She pat his ass, before wiping off her hands and pulling out the money for the toys which she had chosen, leaving her diagram under the coins for him to get to later. She then collected her toys. "I did warn you..." she said coldly.

[Hippopotomonstrose]

The look on Myrnan's face was almost pure, gleeful, maniacal amusement. Oh, he could tell she wasn't happy, and yes, knowing he could rattle her a little did amuse him. The fact that she went through with punishing him, he groaned into the gag for a moment when he felt the whip's handle enter him. made it all the better.

He nodded faintly at her cold words.

Yes, she had warne dhim, but so many people were just talk. Besides, a little frustration and waiting never hurt anyone.

Except him.

Maybe.

If he was forced to keep this position for very long, but that would just have to depend on his employed drudge. This was hardly the worst position he'd had to be freed from in the past Turn.

He tried to shift in his bonds, but they wouldn't give, so he just relaxed into them. He might as well suffer through this little punishment with all the dignity of a lazy wher.

[Andikins]

Agoura paused as she let her cold gaze run over him and she sighed. "Pity. I did so wish to reward you for volunteering, your services, but..." she waved her hand at him, almost dismissively. "Well...Until next time. I will return soon to check on the progress of my order. And perhaps to give you my next if I am satisfied."

She had been about to walk out when she paused. She heard a little voice in her head. Oh? You're gonna leave him like that? Agoura sighed, her chin dropping as she glared at the floor. "Fine..." she ground out before turning on her heel and walking back to him.

She raised a hand again before tracing the words "Treat me gently" on his back in the oil before turning again and leaving. You're so nice, Agouralove! she heard as she closed the door behind her.