Ambrose tried his best to not walk awkwardly when she dragged him over the chair. He was glad she was binding him, it was just one way of breaking him apart. He would ripped to pieces then be build back up again in their time together. Even though she had asked him a question he knew there was not right answer to it, so he kept quiet. He still had his head bowed and he was panting slightly.
"Yes..." he said, finally after the feather had tease his skin. "I want..." he swallowed. "I need help." Was all he could get out. Really there was nothing more he could say. He needed to lose control in a control environment. "I can't hurt her." His body jerked as the feather crossed his stomach. He panted, his hair sticking to his face. "Please, Mistress." he begged, but not sure what for. Maia would know.