"Ok, good." Amanda smiled and nodded, trying to ignore the rest of what Leanna was doing to her. "I don't mind rough, you know that. I just, I care about you. I needed to know you're safe. That's all." Her smile was strained but sincere. As long as Rebecca was not hurting Leanna, Amanda was fine with whatever they did.<br/><br/>She closed her eyes and counted to five before following Leanna downstairs. The woman had to know how she was hurting her, didn't she? Or maybe not, maybe she'd never realized the depth of Amanda's devotion or had any clue how much she was testing it now. She whispered softly as she followed, "What are you up to, Lea?"<br/><br/>However, she had to laugh when Leanna called out to Rebecca. They had a dungeon. Of course they had a dungeon. Amanda had to admit she was curious about it. She'd been in a couple of different houses with dungeons. Some that were actually a tiny bit frightening, and she liked it rough. Some, however, were cute and homey. There'd been one Super Bowl Party she'd been to where the slaves were bound to the wall of the cutest little dungeon ever while the doms watched the game on a sofa. The mistress she was with for that party had flogged her every time the other team scored--she'd never been so happy about a loss in her life. Not that had worked out--like every mistress, she wasn't Leanna so it never worked out. But, she was curious to see what their dungeon was like.<br/><br/>The smile far more sincere, she followed Leanna into the kitchen.