You earn your stay

"Alright slut." Ayla's tone becomes sharp and domineering, but still manages to retain an alluring lilt that you find enticing. "Strip."

You comply swiftly, setting down your gear hastily and practically ripping off your trousers and tunic and present yourself to the elf matron, your nipples proudly standing erect. You shiver as the elf matron gives you a long up-and-down look of appraisal. She seems to like what she sees as she idly tuts and puts a finger to her lips, seeming to contemplate your form. Finally something seems to click for her and her grin widens.

"Put your back to the wall and your hands in the cuffs." She watches keenly as you slowly back up to the wall. The wood feels cool against your bare buttocks. The cuffs lock into place on their own when you place your wrists in them, prompting you to offer a groan of anticipation. After you cuff yourself, Ayla strides up to you and confidently traces her finger from your lips down to your navel and lower, tut-tutting again as she reaches your bush. "This won't do at all."

"What's wrong?" You ask tentatively.

You receive a sharp smack on one of your exposed breasts prompting you to sharply inhale through gritted teeth. The pain is sharp, but you are surprised to feel pleasure as the pain plateaus and eventually tapers off and you let go of your breath in a more pleased sigh. When you look down you see that your breast is flushed where Ayla struck it. "I expected better manners from a paladin of the Burning Rose. Here I am your mistress. You will address me as such."

"Of course, I apologize mistress." A faint smile touches your face, this will be fun, you think to yourself.

"That's better, pet." She gives you a gentle caress on the breast she struck and you offer a happy coo at the feeling of her cool palm on the inflamed flesh of your breast. "As I was saying, my pets shouldn't have hair down here." She runs her hand through your neatly trimmed red pubic hair, sifting it through her fingers and pressing through to rub at your abdomen just over your wet quim.

"Let's see... I think I can take care of this quite easily." Ayla mumbles something under her breath. Soon after, you feel a tingle coming from her fingers and continue to experience some resistance as they move through your pubic hair. The resistance and slight pull doesn't last for long, soon the feeling lessens and you look down again and see that your red pubic hair is falling away rapidly, leaving your sex bare to the world. That seems like a cute little bit of magic.

You admire your newly bared snatch and relish the way her hand feels against the sensitive skin. Offering a contented moan, you say, "Thank you, mistress. That feels wonderful." It seems like you are finally going to get the sexual attention you've been craving for most of the last few hours.