As Rimion watched Max get himself, he wondered if that was his "Voyeur Chair". Did he perhaps use such a chair to observe his past slaves toying with themselves?" He wasn't expecting to get much from Max, but if he had a say in what could happen right here and now, he would sucked on Max till a cow came home and let Max fuck him till he begged him to stop. And yet, Max didn't seem like the relationship type or the type to give into the desires of another, or unless he had something to gain from it. And Rimion knew, and it could be argued that Max knew it too that the two were merely a sadist and a masochist in a battle of wits. For the moment, it was nothing more and nothing less.<br/><br/>As Max sat down in his chair, one leg crossed over the other and started to mess with a faintly noticeable piece of lint. While he had never had these moments with any of his other masters, Rimion did enjoy these moments when he could talk to Max. They were interesting in this little game they played. While Max was waiting to hear Rimion's little story, Rimion watched as he grabbed the chain from the metal ring that kept him from leaving and held onto it. Did he think Rimion was going to make a move to try and leave? Or was he trying to remind Rimion that he was still the master?<br/><br/>Whatever the reason, Rimion waited until he was finished rambling about he was here on his own choice. "Of course you are... I also didn't ask you to come here..." Rimion stated, turning to his audience. "And besides... It isn't like you could hear my solitary rambling...." Rimion relaxed his grip on his cock, letting one leg cross over the other. "I'm sure you and Arin have your little talks, but has he ever told you why he hates me so much? Well, it's actually because I've been fucking his beautiful wife... Would you like to hear? It's a rather funny yarn... At least I think so..." He laughed for a moment, wondering what Max would say to that.