The pain was a shock. It hurt worse than expected, but the fact that he would feel pain, that he could feel pain, was even worse. In this moment, he couldn't see all ramifications, but it most cerntainly meant that this was NOT a dream. Maybe this was hell. maybe some kind of hyper- real hallucination. He didn't care all that much right now, because his chest was hurting, and someone was threatening to do much worse... So he focused his attention onto his options. He could comply, meaning to be led around naked, blinded and leashed. Something in his brain was incredibly arroused by the idea, but looking at it realistically, it meant to be defenseless, helpless... not too different from his current situation. Not to mention the humiliation(arrousal)... But what where the alternatives? He could fight. With... literally nothing, wearing nothing... against sword and whip.He wasn't exactly the most knowledgeable about medieval warfare... but those odds seemd bad to him.Or he could flee. Granted, he could see fairly well right now, but who's to say this would last? The women seemed to know these parts of... whatever far better than him, so chances were slim for escaping. And even if he did, he was a naked, defenseless woman... This one at least seemed to be interesed in talking, but others... well, this body did look great, so he couldn't blame them, really. No, his best chances lied with this woman. If she turned out to be bad news, he could still try to flee later. for now, he'd obey and bid his time,until he had more information. The vision somewhat helped with the desicionmaking, revealing some connections of this body to the drow, and the vague feeling of importance of this drow right before him, encouraged him further.<br/><br/>The whole situation had one good thing though: Being hit in the breast made her look down instictively, not only seeing her chest, but having dropped her loincloth, he also saw a beautifully delicate, and very hairless slit. He couldn't resist touching her slit, tracing the outer lines of her pussy for a single moment while thinking, then, after deciding on a course of action, all he said was "yes Mistress. before she bent over to pick up the dropped loincloth, covering her face with it.