It was an hour-long rant about how lowly she was, that she didn’t deserve a Master and yet was made for any kind of torture or humiliation known to ...en. The rest was a seemingly endless list of ways to torture or degrade herself. She put on the headphones before she tied herself up for the night and let it run all night effectively brainwashing herself. Not that it was really necessary, but she felt as if it gave her a finishing touch. Dreams of men whipping or caning her came to her every. “That’s curious, you are of the Targhas and their history is interwoven with myth and magic, but you don’t believe in it?” Roban asked.“The second sons of our family are chosen for the Targhas. I was fifteen the day of your father’s funeral. My uncle was on his ship and I watched as it drifted burning through the bay of Falkath. The ship sank, my uncle died and that was the most mystical moment of my life. The next day I became one of the Targhas,” the warrior answered.“So you are twenty-eight. I smiled thinking that he'd probably go pick it up and get hit by a bus, you know, happy thoughts? Anyway, There was an alley that I snuck into and quickly rolled my undies off. It would've taken too long to go back home and change. So, I stuck them in my bag and pulled my skirt down. I was a little worried about taking the subway on my own, especially without panties on. I had watched TV shows about crime and weird people that groped ladies on buses and stuff. I never understood that though,. He reluctantly lifted his head and nodded, moving into the bathroom for a shower.When he emerged she was sitting drinking tea at the table, a slice of toast on her plate. She sat with her legs crossed, the dressing gown opened and revealing her long slim legs.He had a towel wrapped around his waist has he approached her. “Shall I pour out your tea?” she asked, then saw the look in his eyes. “Oh, not ready for it yet!” she said breathlessly as she stood.He pulled the tie of the dressing gown.