It was easy to follow the directions. He stripped off his shirt and folded it up carefully before lowering himself into a kneeling position. The bend and stretch of his pants brought back the everpresent reminder of what he was still waiting upon and he breathed carefully in order to keep from rocking the boat much further. Once he was relatively comfortable, he set the shirt aside and placed his hands by his thighs: balance while kneeling was still an issue even when he didn't have an erection messing him up.

Her offer of an out was tempting. After the warning that she had issued, it seemed like only a crazy man would take it and allow themselves to be so thoroughly destroyed to the best of her considerable ability. However, they had come all this way and gotten so prepared that to back down now would be nothing but a gigantic let down and he knew he would be ashamed if he took her up on the escape route. This was what Eli wanted, his Dom, his everything. If he needed to be broken down, then his Dom would be there to build him back up and make it right and proper. How could he refuse with such an inherent promise hiding in the depths of overpowering threat of destruction? Even that wouldn't be enough to scare him away even if there was no light at the end of the tunnel. No matter what, he was going to go down fighting; to do anything else would be denying himself and denying his Doms access to where they would have to reach to achieve their goal. He would not allow himself to go down easily.

"Yes, Mistress. Please, do your worst."