Rory, completely naked except for a collar around his neck, knelt on the floor in front of his dominatrix, who was seated on a large black throne. "Tell me, have you been faithful to our rules?" she asked coldly, her eyes fixed on him.
He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing anxiously. "Yes, Mistress," he replied, his voice shaking slightly. "But... there's something else. An issue I've been having with my partner outside of our dynamic."
The dominatrix raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "And what might that be?"
Rory hesitated, uncertain how much to reveal. "Well... we haven't been able to achieve satisfaction in a while."
She considered this for a moment, her expression unreadable. "And you think this is due to your... inf I finished the report in record time.
