Madison was at ease, Mr. Blackstone's hand working away any and all pent up stress in her shoulders. It had been far too long since someone massaged her neck and shoulders. She tried to hide it but a soft moan escaped her lips.<br/><br/>"I suppose you could do that, but then you would be a bit of a hypocrite. Don't you think?" she asked softly. "Afterall you did say that you were not like them an it would be rather contradictory for you to go on an do as they would as punishment in the hopes of me becoming docile."