There was no resistance in Drake obeying he bent over and let himself be tied up tugging against the bonds when his Master ordered it. It sent a shiver through him still even if he felt like maybe in a more wild state he might be able to break them but he didn't want to and he wasn't going to try. "I will be good, Sir. I won't run." he said his voice sounding a little odd even to his own ears as he felt like a docile snake of emotions coiled up inside. Being tied up and put on display like that was sending shivers through his body as the bonds held and he felt like something rare and precious with how much time and effort Jas put into securing him.<br/><br/>The comfortable feeling of the rope coiled around him did settle him putting him in the right headspace where he knew he had to give up more of himself as well as trust Jas to handle the flogger he had promised would be licking at his skin. The promise of the more painful part of the evening might have caused some pause but for Drake it was more the emotional submission that caused some hesitation. Belonging to someone wasn't something he had done for a long long time and the acceptance of that versus the whip was probably the truly trying thing. There was a long moment of hesitation from Drake when Jas demanded he repeated his words, "Yes... Master.... I'm your whore. Your whore alone." he managed to get out the words even if he seemed a little shaky but he managed. He managed...