The word master instantly sparked his attention intriguingly. Although he craved the woman's command, the way she spoke those words just could not make him resist. Her words simply trapped him in a hazy world of bliss. He wanted her to say it one more time. One more time until he lost his mind. As long as she obeyed any of his desires, she would make a worthwhile slave. This stunning creature would be his for the night.
Whilst the female's body was lowered to the ground, he would stroll over to her and lean closer to her ear to whisper his own words. His eyes flickered wickedly, proud of his freshly caught prey.
"Well then my slave," He began with a low articulate voice, allowing each word to come out slowly yet charmingly. He felt the urge to hold out this act for a few moments. Things like this should not be rushed, should they? Each moment had to be lived to the utmost fullest. He needed this act to warm up. They both needed to be dying for their tender embraces. "Are you ready to do me a show?"
He commanded this game, it would all go occording to his own devious plans whether she wanted it or not.
"Speech"
