Lay Me Down

Mage hand has many magnificent uses. You smile down at Gale, the indigo ropes wrapped snugly around his body, arms tied behind his back. Having the extra hands came in handy as the Wizard likes to wiggle around, claiming to be ticklish. You squat down in front of him, his big brown eyes so round as he looks into yours. "Now, you'll be a good boy for me, pet?" You ask in a husk whisper, your breath tickling his neck as he squirms.

"Y-yes, mistress," Gale murmurs, still squirming in his restraints.