Micar rose form his sleep with a gasping moan. Abduxuel loved to torment him this way, and by now he was starting to love it as well.  "Good morrow Matron." He said as he rose, giving Abuxuel a gentle kiss to his arm before he moved off to prepare the feast for the morning. Over the years he had first became Abduxuel's beast he had gotten used to a lot of things indeed, one of which was being nude. However, because he got to dote on his brother now he didn't seem to much care.<br/><br/>He returned and inwardly groaned when he realised his "mistress" had donned the infamous belt of the Dread Empress. "here it comes.." he mumbled before the command was issued to don the fouth set of shackles, which he did. His breath hitched as the familiar pain ripped through his body, causing hsi spine to bow somewhat. "Might I remove my shackles if you are quite finished my matron?"