Keep teasing her.

"No guesses?" he asked.

"Amrkr?" was all she could get out.

"Was that supposed to be a marker?" he asked. She nodded. "Nope."

"Hmgr?" she let out.

Not understanding that one, he deadpanned, "That was just a random noise in hopes I give you the answer, and you claim that was what you tried to say, wasn't it?" A blush was all the answer he needed. "Naughty girl Blake," he teased, slapping Pyrrha's ass as she passed by him.

"Buckaw!" she let out, before she continued her strut.

"...lstc?" Blake muttered out.

"Lipstick?" Jaune asked, and she nodded. "Yep. Now for another item before we move onto fucking you..." He then looked around, before finding a feather duster Pyrrha used to keep the dorm clean.

With a grin, he grabbed it, and began to stroke the feathers over Blake's body. She seized up, before squirming, muffled laughter escaping the ball gag. "Sh-shtp!" she gasped out as he smirked and kept tickling her with the duster, moving it under an armpit as she strained to get away futilely.

"Nah, this is way too fun, I had no idea you were ticklish," he grinned, moving to her other armpit. She could only keep laughing and straining against the cuffs as he found her most ticklish areas. He finally set the duster down to let her catch her breath.