Akiko blinked at the room's decor, eyes passing slowly over the cabinets with implements of pain.<br/><br/>Wondering where this was going, she waited til Setsuya stopped or released her leash, then removed her simple maid's outfit deftly with but one hand, undoing the simple two buttons down the front, which restrained her pert breasts.... bouncing free as the dress slithered down her legs and to the floor.<br/><br/>Stepping to the side, she knelt and picked up the dress, placing it aside as far as the leash would allow.<br/><br/>In a book she'd read, as she'd fantasized about being a sex slave so often.... she'd found that a slave's position, when greeting her master(or mistress), was to kneel with knees spread wide, her pelvis pushed out provocatively, one hand behind her, supporting herself, the other resting palm up on one thigh.<br/><br/>She knelt next to Setsuya-sama, taking the appropriate position and blushing mightily, "I am prepared, M'Lady."