“Gaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!” I screamed into the empty room as shocks shivered across my body, sending little spasms through it.

In my VR goggles I could see Red twisting around, frantically trying to extract herself from the bloody crawlspace that she…that we had failed to properly pass. I could hear her mewling into her gag.

My spasms had made my hands involuntarily clench. The briefest of moments. Something that if I was anywhere else would barely have been thought of. But here, the movement was decisive.

Red practically seemed to vibrate out of the crawlspace exit, thrashing about as her most sensitive parts were jointly shocked and vibrated.

“Shit! Sorry! I’m sorry!” I panted into the mic. “Ow. Damn it!”

The speakers keyed again, and I heard a warm chuckle.

“You’ll have to start doing much better than that. Both of you. That’s three rooms failed, and not a single key recovered yet.” I felt like I could almost see the satisfied grin on her face.

I scowled. This wasn’t as bloody easy as she was making it out to be!

I refocused on the room that Red had just crawled into, careful to keep my fingers away from the studs on the chair. Apart from a gentle press to give a few pleasure pulses by way of apology. I hope she took it as apology.

The room itself had a series of metallic looking poles that were scattered around the room without a discernable pattern. I could faintly hear a sort of humming noise through the speakers. I gave a half-strangled shout of joy. There in the middle, in plain full view of the room was a key! It appeared to be magnetically stuck to a pole in the middle of the room.

“Ok Red, this looks pretty straightforward. Can you stand up?”

Muffled grumbling emerged from the partially prostrate figure on the ground. I pulsed the pleasure stud for her nipples.

“C’mooooon. We can still do this! Mistress hates laziness! Do you seriously want to forfeit the game?”

More muffled…something emerged from her hooded and gagged mouth, but she picked herself back up to kneel with one knee on the ground. I released all the studs I had pressed down and heard her whine into the gag. A little thrill went through me at that. Is this what Eliza feels when she controls me? I felt a little shiver run down my spine as I keyed the mic again, “Pleasure awaits on the other side of the room! Let’s do this!”

Red swung her head in some approximation of exasperated agreement and then lunged up to her feet where she swayed unsteadily. Clearly not used to wearing such tall boots. And that’s a tiny spark of mean satisfaction. Most unlike me.

I shook my head a little. “Ok. There’s a bunch of buzzing metal polls which we should probably avoid. So walk forward six paces. Straight ahead.”

Red minced forward on her heels, her bound hands flapping uselessly in their gloves. I eyed the picture in my headset, toggling through some different camera views.

“Turn half right, no back a bit. Ok. Now, move forward another five paces…Good. Now pivot back…”

I continued to feed her little bits of directions as she slowly wove her way between the buzzing metal polls. Already much improved over that first room. At least now she was listening to me and not trying to figure things out on her own. I frowned after the last set of directions given. Every time she passed by a pole she almost seemed to bend partly towards it. Weird.

Even so we managed to clear through most of the room, with Red reaching the middle within a few minutes with no screw ups. I felt the makings of a grin tug at my lips. This was doable!

“Ok Red. Heightwise this thing is kinda at chest height. I think the key will stick to you if you can get your head or chest to it. So one pace forward and then lean a little…”

Red took a step forward, and then suddenly seemed to get yanked into the pole by her crotch. She connected to the pole with a faint metallic thonk, but thankfully managed to hit the key with her left boob first. That wouldn’t count as a fail. That couldn’t count as a bloody fail. We had the key!

In the midst of my quasi-celebration Red suddenly gave a muffled shriek as the pole, which apparently like the others was emiting a magnetic pull, suddenly began to pulse vibrations into her. She desperately set to squirming, but seemed confused about whether she wanted to yank herself away from it, or grind her entire body onto it.

I moaned as well, the vibrations a merciful change from the shocks I had been receiving to date from the maze. I twisted and writhed in my chair for a few glorious moments, the maze and its consequences temporarily forgotten. It felt sooooo good! Sooooooo bloody good. I thrust my hips forward in their restraints, and panted desperately into the mic I had managed to key, “Red, fucksakes get off the bloody pole!”

The only response was muted groans of pleasure.

“Red! Hey! HEY!” She wasn’t listening. The grinding had taken over. We didn’t have bloody time for this crap! I tapped my left hand, without at first pressing any of the studs. Damn it I hated doing this. If positions were reversed I’d probably be doing exactly what she was doing. And now I was in the quasi-Dom role of having to break up the fun. If Eliza could see my thought process here no doubt she would be giggling away. Damn it.

I pressed the stud for breast shocks, and saw Red twitch partly away from the pole, “Red! Get off that thing!” The pulses I was receiving making my voice quite a bit higher and unsteady.

She gave a plaintive moan, which switched to a growl as I gave her another shock. It took another shock to her nether regions, from all three, to finally convince her she should listen to me. As she came free though, I was pleased to see the key still sticking to her. One down, two to go.

I managed to successfully navigate her past the few remaining poles, though I had to use the shock option a couple times as she seemed prepared to disobey to get latched back onto a pole. But I was intent on not getting punished for failing this bloody maze. The first time Mistress Eliza puts me sort-of in charge of something, I was not going to mess this up. Plus, a reward sounded a hell of a lot better than whatever depraved punishment she could cook up with two slaves over just me.

Finally Red emerged on the other side, and slumped through the door. She stood a pace beyond its frame, not advancing beyond my instructions, as I tried to get a handle on what we were facing now. Took three rooms, but she was finally listening to me. Bloody woman. I massaged the breast and vaginal studs on my chair, giving low pulses of pleasure to keep her occupied. Why couldn’t this frigging thing be two way as well??

The room itself was clear. An odd pattern of square shapes were arrayed along the floor, with the walls continuing the intricate pattern. Along the wall pattern were a series of small square holes, arranged at staggered intervals. I surveyed the room carefully, as Red shifted from side to side in her heels and bleated into her gag.

“Hush you, I’m trying to figure out what the hell is in here.”

She gave a series of grunts that expressed just what she thought of my cognitive abilities. I gave the breast shock stud a quick press, and then a longer depression of the pleasure one.

“Just remember who’s on the other end of your suit lady.”

Mistress Eliza must be just loving this.

I made up my mind. The only way we were going to get through this was to learn by doing.

“Ok. The floor has a pattern on it. I’m betting this is some sort of safe vs trap space kinda thing. Someone’s been watching Raiders I guess. A couple steps forward.”

She shuffled up to the dividing line to the room, her useless hands clenching and unclenching in their restraint. Her head was swiveling around, despite her sightlessness, as though through sheer willpower she would be able to discern the room.

“Use your right foot, and feel out the floor in front of you. If I’m right—”

She pressed down on the floor with her foot. There was an audible ding and a rubber ball was fired out of one of the holes in the wall, striking her right thigh. Immediately she locked up, and I felt the electrodes in my suit give me a sharp shock. This time I at least managed to keep my hands free from squeezing down on my controls. It was a near bloody thing though.

“Ahhh! Shit!” I took a deep breath, “Ok. Ok. Ok, we know not to step on blue squares then. Blue is bad. Let’s try…yellow. Left foot forward, good. Now pivot. Pivot…stop! Alright, three steps that way.”

I got her about a third of the way into the room. As she carefully shuffled to the next safe square a depressurizing hissing sounded in the room. From the ceiling a small tray lowered down, and then flipped. Dangling from it was another magnetic key. I blew out a breath, slowly. We needed this key, and the one in the final room, if we wanted to win the game. Ok. We can do this. We can do this.

“Key’s off to your right. Turn. Bit more…stop! Wait, back a bit…ok.” I toggled toward a different camera, “Okaaaay. This is gonna be tricky.”

Red gave a groan and stamped a heeled foot.

“Calm down I should be able to get you through without getting too many more shocks.” She growled at that, clearly unhappy. I stroked my right pinky finger along its stud and was rewarded with her growls fading into a shuddering moan. I stopped before she got too distracted though, and the cut off and indignant grunt told me I had her attention again.

“Ok you’re going to have to take three steps forward and then immediately two to the right. If you do get hit, try to stagger forwards and to the right. Your left is all blue.”

Red moaned in trepidation, and I had to give her the slightest of shocks to get her moving. Which she did, with a little yelp. One trembling step. Then a second. And the third.

She paused then, her head swiveling even though she couldn’t see anything. Her hands were writhing in their restraints, clearly desperate to be released to aid in her balance. Or just the power of having free arms to help her navigate and find the key. Regardless, and with no more than another verbal encouragement from me, she began to carefully edge a foot out to the right.

“Yes, yes that’s it keep going…stop! Ok that’s a safe square.” I toggled my view again, my own legs flexing against the straps that held them pinned to the chair. I clenched my jaw a little as I surveyed her position. This was definitely going to be tricky.

“Ok, um, Red.” The name came out with more uncertainty than I had meant for it to, “The key is about two feet in front of you. You need to shuffle sideways to get it. Preferably use your head to snag it to your hood. That’s the best free space you’ve got left.”

Red chuffed some sort of reply into her gag, but began slowly shuffling sideways. She made it all of two half paces before her high heel caught on something and she stumbled. Forwards. As her head came down it managed, whether through blind luck or some hidden skill Red had, to snag the magnetic key on the way down. It adhered to her forehead as she went down to land half kneeling on the floor. On the blue-tiled floor.

“Red! Move!” I yelled into the mic as the ominous ding, ding, ding of multiple launchers being readied sounded. All pretense at slow strategic movement was abandoned, now that she had the key and had triggered so many shocker balls. Even as the first couple were fired towards her she scrambled forward, blindly trying to bob and weave around the balls. My body was suddenly racked with a spasming shock as she failed again. And again. And again.

“Gaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhrrrrrggghhhhh!” I screamed, the shocks somehow worse without a gag to bite down on. In the goggle view I could see Red’s own spasms carrying her through the room. Somehow she was still going, managing to avoid at least some of the dastardly flying shockers. Every now and then she would briefly land on a yellow space and I would try to gather a breath to tell her to stop, to ease up so that I could direct her.

But Red was done taking directions. All that mattered was to reach the other side. To stop the bloody shocks. And probably to stop my screams into her ears everytime she got nailed.

I don’t know how long it actually took her to cross the room. To me it felt like an eternity of almost constant pulsing electric shocks. She seemed to be moving like molasses in the winter, but at the same time quick enough to prevent any direction. Finally, blessedly, she rolled across the final tiles to catch up against the far wall. There she lay, in a panting, twitching heap. I felt as though I dissolved into the chair, my body so thankful to no longer receive shocks.

I dimly heard a chuckle from the speaker system, “A rather courageous way to solve that particular puzzle Red. I do hope it was worth all the joint shocks to you and Davey.” Mistress Eliza certainly sounded like she was enjoying herself.

Red was muttering into her gag, quietly enough though that she might hope Eliza would not hear whatever imprecations she was casting about. It took me another precious few moments to gather myself. I eyed the clock. Not much bloody time left after all that. But the final room was all that was left! I was almost free of this hellish deviant machine.

“Last one! C’mon, get up, it’s the last room!” I urged her up, being rather liberal with the pleasure encouragements. She had saved us some time with her crazy stunt. Only fair she got some pleasure at least. One of us should get to feel good about completing that room.

Red slowly, very slowly, dragged herself up to her knees. From the moan that escaped her, it sounded like she was on the edge of collapse after all this. Though even in exhaustion she managed to sound a little defiant. I (Lightly!) drummed my fingers on the chair, taking care not to depress any of the studs. I wasn’t great at pep talks. Particularily to people I still wasn’t wholly sure of. I mean, Mistress Eliza’s pep talk had settled most of the butterflies in my stomach. But still. Crap.

I took a breath, “We can do this Red. We’ve made it this far, and it will truly suck for that to end in failure, huh? One last room and then we are home and dry. Or wet, as you prefer.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end. Then I visibly saw Red give a snort, and her shoulders shook a little.

I gave a little grin under my hood. There. A bloody pun. All it took, a little bit of humour. Then I groaned a little. Mistress Eliza was not going to let me forget that little quip. Not after she had had to threaten a sharp spanking anytime I groaned at her puns.

I had joined the dark side.

Some more gentle urging got Red up on her feet. She gave another slow shake of her head, blindly trying to hold her head steady to look at a camera, as though to give me a ‘really? Puns?’ kinda look. All the same, we only lost another minute in her slow recovery to her feet. Forwards!

Red approached the last door. The final room. There was an odd carving into this door though. Where all the other rooms had been more or less blank-faced portals into whatever kinky horrors they held, this one had a pair of crossed swords emblazoned on the thing. I blinked and examined it for a few moments. The hell could it mean? Red was shifting side to side, her ankle chain making little tinkling noises as it slithered across the floor. I firmed up my mind, nothing for it I suppose.

“Ok Red, forwards we go.”

She pushed forwards against the door, and it smoothly pivoted inwards. I barely had time to note the flickering lights on the far side when a deep voice boomed over the speaker,

“Halt cretin!”

I jerked in my chair a little at the noise, and then stared in disbelief at the figure that was slowly lit by the artificial torchlight. It was some sort of robot, but dressed up in a pretty decent rendition of a knight. Leather armour covered its torso and limbs, with a large slitted helmet covering the head. I was still blinking at the thing when it raised an arm, pointing back behind it to a door.

“If you wish to rescue the fair prisoner beyond,” the robot knight boomed, “Then you must battle me, wench!”

The fair prisoner? The door leads to me!

Red, only going from the rather loud sounds of the knight in front of her, had shied away towards the side. As I looked to see where she was going, I saw a large green circle painted on the ground. A quick glance around the room confirmed two more of the circles. I had only a second to consider what this might mean when I heard it. The dreaded, and fearful, and inexplicably cheery sounded. Ding.

The rubber ball glanced off Red’ left thigh. The shocks through her body sent her staggering back against the wall containing the door she had just come through. For myself, it seemed to light me up from the inside, the metal probe in my rear in particular seeming to pulse with new found resilience. I gave a sharp cry as another ball bounced off Red, another pulsing shock ripping through me and her.

“Fool!” The knight mechanically bellowed, “Think you to best me? You’ll not lay eyes upon my prisoner!”

Red flailed around, the momentary interruption of the balls being flung at her giving inventive to move. And keep moving. She growled into her gag, pulling herself along the wall, using her manacled uselessly gloved hands to feel.

“Red…” I managed to whimper out, “Three marks. There’s three circles around the room!”

Ding

Thwack

“Aaaaaaaaarrrrrrgggghhhhh!!!”

“You…impudent…upstart,” the knight gave a pretty decent rendition of a contemptuous laugh, “I, shall take great deeelight in dispatching you myself!”

Ding. Ding. Ding.

Red threw herself to one side. I gave a strangled yell at her sudden motion. But two of the balls sailed past. The other glanced off a booted foot but, blessedly, seemed to not have triggered any of the suit sensors.

“Right in front of you! There’s a circle two feet in front! Crawl!!” I was writhing in my chair now, as though I could urge her on by my own movement.

Red sprawled forwards. With her arms locked behind her she essentially had to inchworm herself into the circle. Watching her, for one brief moment, I was reminded of my own efforts to move what seemed like ages ago now when Eliza had first snatched me from home. I felt a brief, fleeting, pang of…something. But then it was passed, and replaced, by another sharp shock as the knight fired a volley of balls into Red’s prostrate form. Our shrieks almost seemed to twin each other.

When I ventured to crack my eyes open again, Red was busy shimming along the floor again, the knight desultorily pivoting to track her. It was cackling now. Mechanically cackling. Bloody hell.

Red was pushing herself up now, partially braced against the wall. She managed to find purchase with her heels, the chain between them snapped taut, and levered herself up to a crouched position.

“The knight’s right in front of you now, you have to move!” My eyes flashed across the room through the camera, “Go right!”

But Red, evidently entirely fed up with being shocked, ordered around, and shocked some more, decided to ignore me. She didn’t go right. She didn’t go left. She gathered herself, and, with a gurgling sort of war-cry from around her gag, launched a half-hobbling sort of run right at the knight. 

WHAM

Amazingly both figures seemed to stagger from her little charge. Red continued right on past, and only managed to stop her momentum by hitting the far wall and steadying herself there. The knight, meanwhile, had been driven two steps to the side by her glancing blow. It seemed to take a moment to calibrate what had happened, then another chortle emerged from its helmet. This one almost seemed tinged with something approaching genuine humour.

“Foul fiend! An unexpected blow, but not one that will deter so mighty a warrior as I!” It gestured and a duo of balls fired out, hitting Red squarely in the ass.

“GAAAAAAAAarrrgghhhhhh!!” I screamed out again

“Can’t you hear him, wench?” The knight asked mockingly, firing a ball that deliberately missed Red, but still made her lurch away from the wall in a blind panic, “Your every mistake adds to his suffering.” Another ball fired, striking her boot, “Won’t you help him, wench?”

“Red…ow” I tried to roll my shoulder a little, unhelpful as that seemed to be, “Move left.”

She began to do so, trying to keep weaving her upper body around to deter a full barrage of balls. The knight cackled again, tossing further taunts her way. Wench featured prominently among them, clearly a favourite. I guided Red around, frantically yelling whenever the knight appeared ready to shift from taunts to launching new balls. Red began to get better at anticipating whether I was about to tell her directions, or to yell about incoming volleys. It began to simply be that a quick inhale from me sent her skittering faster in a new direction.

It took four precious minutes to activate the second green circle. I heard a soft chime go off as Red pressed down in the circle, hurrying through the process as the knight stitched a line of three rubber balls along her path. I gritted my teeth at the shock, only a brief keening moan escaping. Red shuddered as well, though she seemed to be handling the electric assaults far better than I was.

“Last one. Last bloody one,” I muttered into the mic, “Almost there.” I stroked the pleasure studs with my hand, trying to give her some relief from the shocks. Red moaned into her gag, panting from the clashing sensations underneath her catsuited form.

I surveyed the scene. The knight was off on another tirade about wenches, helpless prisoners, and the horrible fate awaiting both of them should Red fail to save me. The knight was also partially standing between Red and the final green circle. Shit. We were running out of time. I darted a look at the clock. Down to the final minute. Crap, crap, CRAP!

“Red. We are out of time.” I took a breath, “The circle is right in front of you. The knight is partly in the way.” I squeezed my eyes shut at the impending sentence, “You’ll have to charge it to get by.”

I expected some sort of refusal. Or at least some of that sassy back talk she had been throwing at me during the first few rooms, and at Mistress Eliza prior to that. Something like that. Instead I just got a grunt of acknowledgement.

I blinked in surprise. Huh. Hadn’t expected that at all.

“Wait for it…Waaaaaiiit…” I eyed the knight as it shifted first one way then the other, trying to time it. Suddenly it took a half step to the right, just to begin another aiming and firing cycle. Not much in the grand scheme of things that half step. But it was enough.

“Up and at ‘em!!” I yelled into the mic, my body thrusting forward against the straps holding me to the chair, “Go! GO! GOOO!!!”

Red needed no additional urging, she was already shuffling forward as fast as her heels and hobble chain would allow her.

“Blasted Weeeeeeench!” The knight bellowed once more as she hit it, this time sending it pivoting away in a clatter of leather armour and metallic joints. On Red went, my hoarse cheers echoing in her ears no doubt.

Ching

The soft chime sounded again as Red crossed into the circle.

“YES!!”

“Noooooo!” the cry of dismay came from the knight who lurched towards Red for a pace before sinking to its knees, “Defeated? By a wench such as you? What foul trickery is this?”

As the final word echoed a small compartment opened on its chest and a blur came shooting out from it. I flinched as it smacked into Red’s right ass cheek, and she did too from the impact. But no shocks. None came burning through either of us. I cracked open my eyes again to see the magnetic key we needed firmly attached to Red’s rear.

“You’ve got the key! Get to the door! We’ve got less than thirty seconds left!!”

Rousing herself for one last effort, Red hauled herself upright and tripplingly made her way to the door. I saw on the camera her drive a shoulder into the door, and then suddenly I could see myself. I saw my body struggling against the straps, gesturing for Red to enter the room. As she crossed the threshold, I saw the clock freeze in place. Its blinking red light signifying our triumph.

00:03

I raised a silent prayer of thanks as Red staggered further into the room.

“Ok Red, get me outta this frigging chair. I think each key you picked up corresponds to a specific belt…”

I zoomed my camera in on the keys that were fastened to her left boob, her forehead, and her ass respectively.

“I think the head connects to the feet, the one on your…ah…breast to the wrist restraints, and the rear to the belt over my thighs.”

Red was standing closer now, partially blocking my view of me from the camera I was viewing the scene through. I cycled to a different one.

“Can you untie me now?”

Red cocked her head to one side, as though considering me and my proposal within her sightless enclosure. Then she leaned forwards, so that her head was perhaps a foot away from my own, and let loose with a stream of gagged moans, groans, and muffled speech. She seemed to be haranguing me for…well probably for the maze.

Now she stepped forward, her legs brushing against my own, and began to sway in front of my chair.

“Red? Red, the heck are you doing? Let me loose!”

But she ignored me. As she had probably been dying to ignore me the length and breadth of the bloody maze. But she was finally free of that. She had beaten the knight, the final champion, and now she could enjoy taunting the ‘fair prisoner’ that she had rescued.

She pivoted around and, after carefully feeling out the outlines of the chair, plonked her rear right down into my lap. I groaned at the feeling. The added weight, and the way she immediately began to shift and grind, immediately set me on edge. The faint chime of one set of bonds being unlocked by the key on her ass was small comfort.

“Red you teasing minx cut my loose!!”

I heard a gurgled laugh from inside the hood. I twisted my own hooded head around as if to try to get Eliza to come in to break this up. But the door to where she sat remained shut. I had no doubt she was watching, and would come save me if things got out of hand. But this was a new chapter to our game. DLC as she had mentioned. She probably wanted to give me a chance to solve this myself. Prove I could play.

Well fine.

I stared forward, in Red’s direction as she (giggling still) slowly raised herself off of me, her bound and useless hands trailing along my catsuited legs. She was having a grand old time at my expense. Despite our bondage, she was free and mobile. I was not. Stuck in this stupid, bloody chair. Unable to do anything except…

I grinned under the hood. Well if she wanted to play silly buggers…

“Red,” I half-growled into the mic, “Last chance to be a team player and unlock me. Now.”

Red turned from where she had been performing some sort of little swaying dance to taunt me, and clambered back to sit on my lap, this time turned towards me. She leaned forward, pressing her forehead into my own, forcing me back into the chair. And then slowly, teasingly, she shook her head. More giggles emerged from within the hood. I cocked an eyebrow at her. Fine.

“Don’t say I didn’t ask nicely the first time,” I muttered. And then squeezed.

Red seemed to completely lock up in place as a combination of shocks and pleasure pulses ripped through her most sensitive places. I could feel the vibrations, and slight tingles from the shocks through her suit as she trembled and rocked back and forth while on top of my lap. She began to keen into her gag, her hips thrusting without any conscious direction from her brain. Quite suddenly reduced from a tease to a sensation slave, utterly unable to do anything but feel.

I let up on the shocks and pulses for a moment.

“Care to untie me now?”

She oozed off of me, drawing huge lungfuls of air through her gag. She had to kneel onto the floor to free my feet, pressing her face into them to activate the release. For one brief moment I imagined ordering her to stay that way, but quick as the thought entered my head I discarded it. I wasn’t a dom. And I wanted out of this chair. Back to the familiar. Back to Eliza tying me up. Snug and safe in bondage.

Red stayed with her face on my feet anyway for a few extra moments, as though gathering herself. I began to play with the pulses and shocks for her nipples, alternating one and the other. A long pulse of pleasure, followed by a short sharp buzz of electricity. After two or three renditions of that, Red had staggered back to her feet. Once more looking down at me. No doubt glaring behind her hood. I had ruined her fun teasing plans for me. If she wasn’t gagged I could imagine her sticking her tongue out at me. So much the better for the gag then.

As Red leaned forward, her breast squishing into my arm as the final key buzzed open the straps holding me to the chair, I squeezed my right hand to send a wave of pleasure pulses through her. No shocks this time. And she gave a loud groan, shuddering and collapsing onto me, her body racked with pleasurable shivers.

I sat there, not really sure how to disengage from everything. Content for the moment to allow Red to rest against me, moaning into her gag as I kept my hand lightly depressing the vaginal pleasure button. That had been…odd. Not bad, just weird to be in control. At all. Of anything. Hell this whole maze had been a strange reassertion of control. I squirmed a little, which only drew another moan from Red. I wonder—

Any further procession down the rabbit hole in my mind was cut short by Eliza marching into the room, a grin tugging the corners of her mouth to one side. I noted absently that her skirt seemed to have been exchanged for a pair of black leather pants for some reason. My view of her face was cut off as she stood over me in the chair. I saw and then felt a hand settle onto my hooded head.

“Tsk tsk Davey.” She shook her head as though mildly disappointed, “You are just shite at giving directions.” She gave my head a pat, and then I felt her fiddle with the VR headset. Away it came, and I could finally see her with my own eyes. My Mistress. Smiling down at me with that ‘tut tut’ sort of expression she reserved for her more teasing type of correction.

I chanced a small tired little grin, combined with puppy dog eyes, “Sorry Mistress.”

Her grin widened a touch and she brushed a hand over my eyes, “Oh stop that. It’s not as though you were the only one at fault.” She looked down at where Red was still half sprawled over my lap, trying to get her breathing under control. I realized I was still holding down the button and released it, drawing a despairing groan from Red.

“Still,” Eliza continued, nudging Red with her booted foot, “A win is a win, no matter how narrow I suppose.”

I gave a low moan at the look in her eye.

“Oh come on now,” She hooked a finger through my collar and drew me forward to look me in the eye, “You won!” she cocked an eyebrow, “I’d expect a little more excitement from the pair of you!”

Red gave an unintelligible growl into my thigh, muttering a string of something that I was glad could not be readily understood. Though it really didn’t matter that much anyway as Eliza snapped out a crop to land a trio of quick strikes on her rear.

“I can find a thicker gag for you wench!”

As Red toppled off of me, squealing a half-understood apology through her gag, I gave Mistress Eliza a sharp glance. A germ of suspicion was suddenly festering in my mind, which began to bloom when Eliza turned back and frigging winked at me.

“Didja enjoy being the kidnapped princess locked away in the tower, Davey? Being defended by a pretty badass knight. If I do say so myself.”

I opened my mouth. Half a dozen things ran through my mind. I flushed instead and managed to mumble, “You make a nice knight Mistress.”

She gripped my collar tighter, with another chuckle, and hauled me up and out of the chair, “Flattery as the safe choice. You have definitely been learning Davey. Don’t move.”

I stayed still as Eliza moved to get Red back up. This entailed, with Red being her bracing intransigent self, Eliza reaching over and giving the shock controls two short sharp squeezes. All of them.

Red seemed to almost rocket up to her feet. Eliza gave a satisfied click, and then produced a set of handcuffs. I turned and placed my hands behind my back, not even waiting for a verbal command.

“Good boy.” It was softly spoken, but I felt a little thrill at the two short words. A hand reached around my neck, trailing over my jaw, and snapped a leash to my collar. I waited patiently as I heard movement and more muffled noises from Red. Some heated whispers followed from Eliza, though I couldn’t quite catch if she meant to be angry or seductive. Regardless of which, Red quickly settled down though her breathing continued to suck deep lung fills of air.