Jamie's explanations for Lea's seemingly unmotivated hysteria was precisely the sort of material Spencer had come for.  Though there was no objectively visible evidence, even a video recording of the professor, had it been possible to make, would not stand up to scrutiny by his peers.  However, her ramblings would at least served as a possible window into the long and mysterious history of the house and its owner; any details she could offer might be subjects for research later.<br/><br/>Spencer released one of his hands from Lea's and fumbled with his recorder, "One guest appears to be experiencing visual and auditory hallucinations.  And as our guide seems to be instructing, its trigger is the molestation or disruption of historial landmarks or sites and seems to manifest as a 'reliving' of an experience.  How fortunate that history should be so unearthed.  I must fight the urge to defile these locuses of history myself, as I must keep my wits for the sake of documenting this event."<br/><br/>This time, rather than switching it off, he left the recorder running and pointed the mic in Lea's direction.  He hoped he'd brought enough cassettes.<br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--3"/><br/>"Hardly convincing," Clause huffed.  "That 'try' of yours left wanting.  You barely garnered a reaction from Master Gordon with that pathetic whine.  Perhaps you should try speaking through actions instead of words.  Your background should not be so simple as to not know the saying, right little whelp?"<br/><br/>He walked back toward the chest of implements and fished around for a handful more, tucking them under his arm as if collecting tinder for a fire.  Then he stopped in front of her and began to gently hang or drape them from the chain strung between her chest.  Shackles.  A ball gag with leather straps.  A cord of rope.  A multi-tailed flogger.  Each, when gradually added to the chain, pulled on the clamps more and more, tugging and stretching at her nipples.  When he'd emptied his hands, he picked his riding crop back up and walked over to the young woman's backside.<br/><br/>"Something to look forward to," Clause growled into her ear.  "Or, if you should fear their use, consider them as motivation to do exactly as you are told."  The butler flipped the riding crop over in his hand and began prodding between her legs with the leather bound handled end.  The handle grazed over her freshly shaved slit up to her anus and back down again, teasing at the idea of finding itself an entrance but hesitating just before penetrating.<br/><br/>"Now, using only your body, show Master Gordon where you would like this to go."<br/><br/><a class="username" data-user-id="20459" data-username="@LeaT" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/20459/">@LeaT</a><a class="username" data-user-id="34307" data-username="@Colonel_Liam" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://bluemoonroleplaying.com/community/members/34307/">@Colonel_Liam</a>