Your "Master"

"Come here, ****."

You ignore the title, but nod your head. You begin to scoot your way to the open door.

"Faster." You hear the sound of leather tightening as you reluctantly travel across the stone floor. Looking up, you see can see a coiled black whip in her hands. You're not looking forward to whatever she has in mind. You speed up your scooting and arrive at her feet.

"I just finished a training session with your neighbor. She wasn't very cooperative." She flexes the whip in her hand again for emphasis.

She stands over you with a half-hard dick, still dripping with sex. You wonder how sound proof these walls are, or how far away your "neighbor" might be. You've heard nothing but the droning buzz of the ceiling fans since you got here.

"I'm actually in a good mood," She smirks, "so I have an offer for you. If you clean me up, I'll remove your bindings. You're too slow in them anyway."

You know what she means.