<span style="font-size: 26px"><span style="font-family: 'Allura', 'cursive'">"I believe you," said the mother faerie to the bound man.  She then looked to her daughter and said, "Our plaything's clothing, cut it off from his body whilst I fetch his new chains."<br/>
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The mother stood and regarded the man for a moment.  Then she said to him, "When we give you permission to speak aloud, you are to call me, 'Mistress Snowblossom'."  Snowblossom walked from the clearing, leaving the man with the younger looking faerie.<br/>
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The daughter again let out another soft and almost musical giggle, the same sound that she had produced as the knife had been at the man's throat.  From behind him, she began smoothly and unhurriedly cutting the shirt from his arms and chest.  "Plaything," she addressed the man, "I warn you.  You do not yet have permission to speak, but I often voice my thoughts aloud when I am inclined to ponder things.  When I give you leave to speak, you shall address me as, 'Mistress Winterberry'."  <br/>
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Winterberry deftly cut the shirt so that it's strips arrayed about the man as flower petals from the center.<br/>
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"Now, Plaything," said the honey-haired fae, "you may not speak yet, but you have my permission to try to squirm and to sigh with delight as I touch you.  I will lightly touch my fingers upon the flesh of your breast and belly.  I will only do this for a brief time as I must complete the work that was tasked to me before my mother returns."</span></span><br/><br/><span style="font-family: 'Allura', 'cursive'"><span style="font-size: 26px">Winterberry moved to the side of the bound man, where he could see her beauty.  She knelt beside him and with her naked left hand, like a feather, lightly traced upon his belly, his breasts and his nipples.</span></span>