I Never Kiss on the First Date - White's Funhouse

She shook her head.

"No. But I have been massaged once already. Twice seems unnecessary."

He chuckled. "No. You were oiled. And quite well, I might add." his finger traced down her still slick breast. "Even a warrior goddess as mighty as you must be somewhat sore from our evening thus far."

She blinked.

"No I am not."

He chuckled. "Very well. Perhaps you would like to massage me?"

She smiled.

"If that is your wish."

He grinned. "Then I leave myself in your capable hands."

Esmeralda was kneeling behind them with a small smile on her face.

She turned to take some of the oil on her hands. Her grip against him was firm but not painful. She did not look directly at the kneeling girl.

"You like being attended to, I see."

"I do not hear a complaint." he mused, lying back.

She started at his shoulders.

"What is there to complain about?"

He grinned as he watched her hands work his body. "You seem to enjoy it, in fact."

She moved down over his chest. She looked surprised.

"I enjoy attending you? Or I enjoy watching others attend you?"

"You seem to enjoy attending me. As you seemed to enjoy being attended while shackled."

She moved over his stomach.

"I am used to being attended. As I said before. I have had pleasure-slaves in my time."

He kept himself from replying 'And been a pleasure slave yourself'. Instead he moaned softly and whispered.

"I must confess, I can think of worse thoughts than to spend eternity serving you."

She laughed and moved to his thighs.

"There are certainly worse things. I do make a point to take care of my belongings."

"I see." he chuckled. "And how many of your past pets have been Kindred?"

She looked thoughtful while she oiled down everything.

"Eight."

"Interesting. And where do you believe I would rank among them?"

She continued to work on his thighs.

"It takes time to measure one's obedience. You cannot measure such from one encounter."

"Mmmm. I see. And how did the eight leave you?"

She moved to his calves.

"Of the eight: two chose to leave for other masters, six met final death."

"Interesting. How many of the eight chose to bind themselves to you by blood?"

She smiled.

"None. It is not a requirement."

"I see." he sighed and enjoyed her touch.

She moved down to his feet.

"Why would you ask such a question?"