There was a part of Rajani that swore right then she would never belong to someone like Maia, bitter at how the woman was toying with her for no reason other than because she knew she could. The other part... The other part knew she needed this. Both the mistress' cooperation, which would perhaps allow her the ability to meet and attract the right master, and the treatment she as being given. This was what she was good for. Without discipline, without her training, she would be nothing but a freak. She deserved no better. And it felt so good to behave and do as she was told.
"Yes, mistress." Rajani arched low from the small of her spine, ass curved against the air where she leaned to rest one lightly flushed cheek against the inside of Maia's open thigh, her colour up along with her frustrations, and her beginning arousal, in spite of herself. Her opposite hand caressed up the inside of Maia's other thigh, and she looked up the woman's body as she reached to stroke the backs of her delicate knuckles against the front of Maia's panties. "Let me touch you just as you want me to."