The larger one stumbled around the uneven ground. From the way that they held their weapons, neither seemed to be very good with them.They both wore s...me sort of thick leather armor, carrying an iron scimitar in one hand and an iron dagger in the other. Their armor wouldn't stop my sword. I had it custom made for me by the only licensed weaponsmith in the United States and it came out perfectly. Master Haru wouldn't even let me commission it until I proved my skill and when I did he outdid. I guess I did not say “yes, Mistress” fast enough when I felt the first lash of a cane on my bare ass. As Mistress led me around the room I felt the bite of the cane 10 more times. At last we stopped and I was told to stand up and put my mitt covered hands over my head where they were attached to a bar that was lifted higher and higher until I was not able to stand flat footed on the floor but had to dance on the balls of my feet.When Mistress started to talk, I realized that she must be. I could kind of see now that she was having fun rather than being cruel, but she was an expert at raising tension. When she did speak it was after a sip of her drink and in a very measured tone, “Prove it.” I took a deep, involuntary, breath and let her words sink in. It was a moment when I could easily have made my excuses and leave, but it was also a moment that had suddenly charged with more sexual tension than I’d known in my life to that point. “You mean…” “Yes.” Molly was. She caught it with her foot. Grinning."Mister Mayfield," she smiled, emphasising his gender with a chuckle."Firstly, your bra is showing......"She laughed as he panicked, fumbling with the buttons to fix them,hiding the lace trim from view."Please-look-it's not-" he stammered.She raised a hand. "Honestly, it's your business. I guess it's cute ifyou're into that kind of thing. Ballsy, too. You do have balls, don'tyou?"He blushed instantly. He'd always felt inferior to Kelsey because of themany.