[This wild beast, he fears nothing. Though, he knew that she would quite hurt him, and all her threats are usually for his own good, but of course he would stare at her with such a look. Waiting to see how she does it. Challening with a slightly feral look on that face.

She smiles, and it's almost strange how she does it.]

Hmm? It seems you like that. Even with that strong look, perhaps I have been too soft on you. [Does she mean the way she scratches under his chin, or how she moves the sole of her shoes the press over his crotch, applying enough pressure so that it won't hurt him. She rolls her boot, massaging between his legs.]

To teach you, first let me give you another gift. [She shows him her palms, and they are bare. Claps so that he blinks from the sudden sound, and then having quickly reached into her person, takes out an intricately made leather collar. With him bound like this, it's not hard to buckle it onto him.]

You are mine. This will remind you of that.