Those were just the words that HonorÃ¨ wanted to here. Smiling to herself, she stood up while the girl seemed lost in pleasure and crawled across the bed, picking Diane up with ease, the movement probably startling her. Carrying her slightly, she pushed the girl up to the head of the bed. Reaching over to the back of the bed, she checked it; and sure enough the slaves had done as expected, and she brought up two straps of leather, and with long practice wrapped them around her wrists and tightened the belts into place, and therefore locking Diane's hands into place before she could fully realize it.<br/><br/>By this time, Diane should have enough sense to come out of it at least slightly unless she was more sensitive than HonorÃ¨ bargained for. "This is all part of the training, sweet girl." No longer a princess, but a sweet girl, which is what HonorÃ¨ wanted her to think of herself as. "Tonight you'll sleep like this, with my hands to touch you as free as any husband, but you'll find no release. Oh yes.." She realized she'd forgotten something. With a quick, hard kiss to Diane's lips, she climbed off the bed and moved to the bottom of the bed again, finding the other straps. Splitting Diane's legs apart in a spread eagle, she strapped each leg down as well, so that she could not find release by rubbing her legs together. Satisfied with her handiwork, she climbed back into bed, bringing not the silky sheet that might have soothed Diane's ache a little; this she discarded. No, she brought the scratchy blanket that was meant for warmth. After all, the girl wasn't used to the chill of the night. Laying down beside her, she played with Diane's breasts, the globes delightful in her hands as she teased and tormented them, curious how the young girl's brain was processing all of this.