That spell had it's uses, but at least it gave her an excuse to have a breeze.  She relished it as she sat upon her bed, waiting for Marek, who entered promptly when called in.  Though she did catch the 'my' captain bit... raised a brow at it, but didn't disapprove, not in the slightest.<br/><br/>"Pants off." she said, simply, quickly "I know you don't wear underwear, but pants and shoes and all that which is not magic I want off.  That dragon interrupted us earlier, and we beat him, a<em>dragon</em>of all things!  When you're bared, remove my coat, my blouse, then kiss between my breasts, and after that get on you knees behind me, pull my panties down, spread my cheeks and start licking my asshole.  Do<em>not</em>remove my weapons or anything magical, understand?  Do you understand<em>my <strong>slave</strong></em>or will I need to beat it into you?"<br/><br/>For a submissive like Marek, that ought to get him harder than an adamantine longspear...