"Please what, girl?" Naiobe's voice is as soft as her silken dress, though so much more dangerous. She slides her hands underneath the squirming body of her captive, feeling the nubs of the girl's nipples under her palms. Naiobe toys with them, rubbing them and rolling them between her fingers, grinding harder and faster against the girl's glass plug. She enjoys the way the girl squirms under her, and the little stream of helpless tears is delicious. Naiobe pants a little, feeling an orgasm hovering on the horizon.<br/><br/>"Please what?" she repeats, then grins. "You should be careful what you ask for, because in this house someone might give it to you and then you'll be stuck... and it probably won't be in a way you enjoy." She pulls one hand away from the girl's breasts to stroke her hair. "You should say pretty things like 'Please, Mistress, please take your pleasure from me.' or 'Please, Mistress, may I come?'. Go ahead." Naiobe smiles wickedly, though the girl can't see it. "Try one of them, my little beauty."