Show Noir why she should call you Master.

Looking at the box of belts, straps and other gear, you remember your ex-girlfriend, and explain to Noir that the two of you enjoyed using these particular items every now and again. Usually, she would play the part of the submissive, receptive partner, and your job would be to drive her absolutely wild. It was always a kind of harmless power trip, knowing that she was completely in your power, your loyal and loving pet, and that you were in control of just how much pleasure she received, and how long it took to reach her peak. Of course, then she had to go and run off with some other guy, and that box has been sitting under your bed, gathering dust ever since.

"Wow," Noir exclaims, looking into the box again. "You know, Master, if she were really your loving pet, she wouldn't have run away like that."

"Yeah, well, that's a human girl for you. They're kind of hard to please."

"Mm-hmm. Good thing I'm not human then, right?" Noir licks her lips, then goes for the blindfold. Once again, you're amazed at her dexterity as she somehow manages to tie it around her head. "Well?" she asks. "Do you want to play with me that way? Can I be your loving pet?"

An image flashes through your mind: Noir, your lovely gothic bat-girl, tied up in the dark and loving it as you do all sorts of things to her trembling, voluptuous body. "Oh, yeah!" You grab for the box, and in moments, Noir's feet and wings are tied to the bed posts. The wings are a bit tricky, of course, but with a little ingenuity and a sufficient supply if handcuffs and leather belts, you manage to connect her restraints in such a way that her wings are held wide open without causing pain or tearing the delicate leathery membrane between her wing bones.

"Well, now," you declare, "I think that ought to hold you. Can you move?"

Noir's limbs tug at her restraints. "No, I don't think so."

"What was that, Pet?"

"I said 'no' ... Master!"

You grin. "Good! Can you see?"

"No, Master. Not without making my seeing-sound, Master."

"Huh. Yeah, I'd forgotten about that. Do you want me to put some tape over your mouth? A muzzle, maybe?"

"No, Master, I should be fine like this. I promise not to try and see with my ears."

Nodding, you rech for the box. "Fair enough. Now, since you're all tied up an ready to go, what should I do with you?"

"Anything you want, Master!"

Wow, she's really getting into this! you think to yourself. Looking into your box of tricks, you see quite a few options. There's a light, deliciously ticklish feather in there, along with some body oil and a vibrator. Then there's your own body - your hands, your mouth, and of course your cock.

Noir lies trembling on your bed.