Cyril didn't see the approval in his Mistress's eyes when she addressed him.  But he did hear it in her voice.  Her question brought an immediate nod of his head in understanding.<br/><br/>"Yes, Mistress," he said softly in response.<br/><br/>He would have to be honest, completely honest with Marissa.  That...would be tricky.  He had built up a wall of deception that hadn't been completely effective, obviously.  But the base of that was still there, he had to admit.  But now he had to overcome that due to his Mistress's request.<br/><br/>When Mistress Bridget ordered him to leave, he nodded again.  "Yes, Mistress," he said as he rose.  He swiftly moved toward the designated safe room.  A simple room, away from the main room, it was where Mistress Bridget typically left the items she wished for him to wear during their sessions.  Sometimes there was an outfit.  Other times, there was nothing.  When he slipped into the room, he noticed there was only one thing there.  It was a leather torso harness with an O ring in the center of the chest with the straps wrapping around and crossing each other.  It was his personal one, having been fitted to him by Mistress Bridget.  Mistress Bridget could tighten it, and had, of course, but for him, he had to get into it without undoing anything.<br/><br/>Cyril quickly stripped, folding his clothing into a neat pile.  He set the pile into a basket that was on the floor next to the door.  With his hardened cock jutting out, free and unencumbered, he slipped the harness on, around his shoulders and resting on his hips.  He let it slip around him, feeling the cold metal settle into it's spot in the middle of his chest.  He felt a familiar sensation, a dull throbbing in his hearing, settle over him.<br/><br/>Without another sound or motion, he knelt on the floor, as close to the center of the room as he could.  His legs were folded underneath themselves and his rear.  His buttocks rested on the heels of his feet.  He kept his head downward, his hands resting on his thighs, palms against skin.  He had become more and more accustomed to this position, which had been hard the first few times.  Now though...now it was almost second nature.  Well, here, it<em>was</em>his nature, to be in this pose.<br/><br/>He waited.