Cyril's head was down as the two women spoke.  When his wife's voice turned toward his Mistress with a hint of steel, he nearly raised his head to look at her.  But he kept his eyes down, not raising his gaze to her.<br/><br/>As his Mistress answered, he pondered what exactly she was referring to.  He knew that she had ways to make him give himself over to her, that was what she was paid for.  But he didn't realize that it was something another could learn.  If he had been honest, he would have said that it was Mistress herself that was the stimulus that brought this side out in him.  However, if that was what he thought, then why had he agreed to this?  Perhaps some part of him had known.<br/><br/>The question to him brought his eyes up slightly, but not to the level of his Mistress's eyes.  He kept his gaze on her body, on the way her legs were crossed.  He nodded in response.<br/><br/>"Yes, Mistress.  Of course, Mistress."