Oh, this one's blunt.
As I lead Cato into the darkened chamber, making sure to swing my hips in an appropriate fashion, he took my arm and pressed me to the wall.
"So, how do these scenes work? I've never done one."
I smiled slyly.
"Let me show you the chamber and I can demostrate."
"First things first, baby."
Moving closer, Cato fully leaned onto my hips, his chest almost touching my nose.
"You are a short one, aren't you..."
Grasping onto my thighs, he lifted me up, supporting my frame with his torso. Masterfully locking his lips to mine, his hot mouth was watering, and he was surely imagining what I had planned.
I lept into action, moving my hands to the back of his neck and muttered my spell, which I used to stun the impatient Cato, moving him to my will. Letting myself down from his grip, I conjured up my favorite whip and bent the air, lifting him up slightly and placed the whip upon his lower abdomen.
"I don't think you should try that. In this scene, you play the sub. I'm the dom."
I have never seen such a mixture of lust and horror form upon a man, which says a lot, coming from my work experience.
I dropped him, and he landed quite ungracefully on the dampened floor. Dragging him by a leash spell, we finally made our way into the torture chamber.
He turned very suddenly, and had the idea of using the weapons attached to the walls to his advantage.
"Ah, ah ah...bad boy."
I whipped him into a stupor, herding him to the surgical chair-like contraption I used on my most fiesty clients. Attaching him with the leather straps, I noticed his clothes were drenched with sweat.
I quietly whispered, "Cia Manino," which effectiviely ripped the useless clothes to shreads. I decided to play my more sexual cards first, and licked the sweat off of his gleaming chest.
"You must understand what the scene will contain now."
He nodded, maintaining eye contact with me, even as I pressed against his body and met his jawline with the tip of my whip.
"Fantastic! Let's begin."
