She wanted him to... what? He found himself licking his lips, confusion evident in his body language, as he tentatively wrapped his own hand around his dick. There was no reaction, no singing or jolt of sensation or anticipation sending out sparks. He frowned, starting to work on his erection as he usually might all while nothing happened. That sick feeling grew, started to spread into his limbs and climb up into his lungs, and he kept trying. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Couldn't he even do this right?

He whimpered, breaths starting to shorten into small gasps while he tried in vain to do something. Anything. Those strangers were watching him fail at something so stupidly simple and his Dom was watching a broken sub and God yes, he still wanted her, now more than ever. She could help him. She hated him, but she might be able to help him and he needed her. "Y-yes," he said, voice still cracked and edging on desperate. "Please, Mistress."