"Come here, dear" a smile spreading from ear to ear as he sits himself on the satin sheets. Her chains clatter against each other as her feet drag along, her hands pulling with her body as she makes her way towards him. He pats the paddle against his hand awaiting her, "over my knees." Her body follows without question, her stomach against his legs, ass in the air. "Are you ready.", it was a statement, a command to prepare herself for what's to come. He begins with his hand. Rubbing her ass, taking hold of it. Firmly grasping and releasing. Soft taps, her ass shaking briefly from the contact. Her bottom lip remains bitten, awaiting her poison. The sound broke all silence, tearing through the tension. The room filled with seriousness. Her muffled moan begging to escape from between her lips. "Good girl." His eyes soft yet stern, watching as the feeling travels through her body. The other cheek. Her moan no longer held within, filling the room as she gasps, her fist briefly clenched before relaxing once more. "One more, you already had enough earlier."

Ash stares from the corner, eyes wide, processing everything. "Already had enough earlier?" Her thoughts running, "she was spanked before I found her, that's why her ass was red and pink. She's being tortured." Her thoughts interrupted by the final strike. A squeel and moan following it as she mutters, thanking her master. Although Ash had concluded that this was a torture room, her brain couldn't comprehend the purpose of Anastasia thanking her captor. "What else do you do in this room?" Her question intended to be a distraction, to create time for Anastasia to recover and to find a way out of this hell hole. "I'm sure Anastasia will be willing to give you a visual demonstration." His response ruining half of her objective.

With her startled face in view, he continues, "Princess, why don't you take a break on the bed, be sure to lay on your back.", a gentle, soft voice escaping his evil mouth, his eyes relaxed and calm yet his intentions have been the polar opposite. With her brimming red ass, she removes herself from his knees, standing patiently as he removes the chains from her body and unlocks the collar. Her body no longer restricted yet her face looks dissatisfied. The dark satin sheets contrasting her pale skin, only making her skin look more pale, the redness from the restraints pressing on her skin patterned along her body like an art piece. "You." His eyes directed at Ash. "Stand up and pick your poison." She struggles excessively, pretending that she can't get up but he refuses to play along, grabbing her tied arms and pulling her up. "Choose or else I will." His eyes watch hers as she wanders along the wall. Ash, defeated in her idea of escaping, scans the wall; a collection of floggers, whips, paddles, dildos, butt plugs and more. Her eyes settle on the most human object, the only one she knows, a wand vibrator. "The vibrator." She says under her breath. "Speak louder." He demands. "The vibrator." She replies. From behind her, he reaches over, removing it from the wall and throwing it onto the bed. "Join Anastasia."

She climbs her way onto the bed. Struggling with her hands tied. Anastasia to her side, eyes closed, her chest facing the sky, legs together in a pin drop point. The door slams shut, "it's locked. The key is with me so you can't leave." his voice projecting to Ash. He walks over to the bed once more, undoing her restraints and handing her the vibrator. "Try to leave and you'll be punsihed." His hand out, passing the vibrator. She nods in acknowledgement, taking the vibrator from him. "Make Anastasia climax, you have chosen the poison, make good use of it. You will only use the vibrator and your fingers." His statement causing a look of confusion on Ash's face. "Anastasia, do not climax without permission. If you do, you will be punished, survive until you have permission and our guest will be punished." "Yes, sir." Her eyes locked onto Ash as she responds.