Even Lessard had to compose himself to not release a small growl as he surveyed the positive mess of the boy's back, being both pleased and irritated at once. There was no purpose behind any of the markings; no artistry or imagination. River had clearly gone to extreme lengths to get his 'fix' so to speak, and had left the dominant whore with little clean space to work on.<br/><br/>"Tut tut... Such a mess..." He mused quietly, one hand moving to push the boy's arm back to his side before he ran his fingers lightly over the scars that adores the slender back, pausing to look at the neck. That was something; there wasn't as much scaring there... Lessard would stake his claim.<br/><br/>His hands moved to run lightly over the round globes of flesh, a finger daring to run briefly over the cleft between them, searching for any sore skin. "I will teach you control, boy... Such a beautiful body should not be covered in such dulled scars... There is an art that you have sadly missed, but I will show you..." He then stepped around to take his wine and sip once again to drain the glass, placing it upon the drawers once again.<br/><br/>"Lay on the bed. Facing upwards." Lessard abruptly commanded, nodding towards the large fourposter. "Stretch your arms and legs as far as possible towards the corners...* he wanted to see how far Rive would manually move himself; some submissives were willing to try their best without his 'aid', while others craved it more.<br/><br/>Neither was better than the other in Lessard's opinion; it was a mere point of curiosity and as River (presumably) moved to comply, the whore moved to a small rack on the wall, retrieving a slender cane with and elegantly carved metal swan's head as the pommel, it clicking against the ground as he made his way back to the bed.