The drow grinned wickedly. "There's no shame in embracing your proper place," she said. "On your knees, with your tongue on my cunt, that is," she taunted, picking up the toy, and attaching it to herself, as she considered what to do, picking up a nice length of silk rope.<br/><br/>With a few commands, and a couple of minutes of rope work, she had Rimeera quite thoroughly bound; hands tied behind her back, and legs tied with the ropes around her elbows, keeping her spread almost uncomfortably wide, lying on her back on the bed. She could still move, but with both arms and legs thoroughly bound, she wasn't going to go anywhere very quickly.<br/><br/>Minurra left the elf on the bed, and began to dig into the herbs Rimeera had brought. "Let's see... ahh, good, you did get this one," she said, grinning a bit wickedly, as she put a glove on. She crushed the herb, and began spreading it over Rimeera's skin; along her sides, between her breasts, and behind her knees. At first, the sap just felt a little sticky... but after a few minutes, it began to feel like dozens of tiny needles, pricking her skin. Uncomfortable, and extremely distracting, but not painful. "A good pet knows her place," the drow said. "And a bad pet gets to squirm."