Max had found himself grabbing the chair that was sitting over by the cage that he used a lot with his other slaves while he watched them play themselves.  Usually he didn’t do much with his slaves other than allow them to give him a blow job, he never wanted them to get too attached to him and thought if he fucked them they would.  He usually paid someone to come so he could fuck them.<br/><br/>Bringing the chair over to where Rimion was still sitting on the floor he sat down in it and crossed one leg over the other and began to play with a invisible piece of lint.  He had enjoyed their bantering when they first met so maybe they could have some fun now.  “What interesting story could a slave possible have to tell me?”  Max asked sarcastically, then reached over and detached the chain from the metal ring on the wall and held on to it in case he needed it.  “Remember I am here because I want to be, not because you asked me.”<br/><br/>Max found it intriguing about what Rimion could possibly have to tell him about.  Max knew he had interesting slave stories and what had happened to him in the past is the reason he knew so many tricks now and was also the reason he never wanted to be a slave again.  He just hoped that the story was listening too.