Maia could only assume his statement was about his slave, and she rolled her eyes, sitting on a stool in front of him, the cat o' nine tails in one hand, and the feather in the other, still slowly trailing over his bound body. In her only affectionate movement, she brushed his hair out of his face, and smiled gently.
"She is a slave, Ambrose. She is there for your pleasure. To use her, to fuck her, to punish her if need be... Just like I punish you for being such a bad boy." She wasn't allowed to tell him what to do outside of these four walls, she knew that, their sessions were no permanent arrangement in the outside world, but she could at least offer advice - after all, she did suggest to Buffy that it was a form of therapy she offered. His beg was all she needed, and instead of the feather, she ran the strands of the whip over his body, tapping it lightly against his cock, frowning as it grew more rigid. "Uh, uh, uh. This is no good, Ambrose. You know I'll have to punish you now, right?" That was, after all, the purpose of this game.
Standing up, she raised her arm high, bringing the whip relentlessly down on his body, over and over again with no mercy, smirking every time it touched his cock. In a swift movement, she threw an enchantment on the room, changing her appearance in his eyes to that of someone else, and she moved to her knees, kissing the head of the cock. "Pleasure and pain combined." She said, gently. "Which do you want more, Ambrose?"