Ash had spent the day reaquainting himself with the comforts of civilisation. He had been away for several weeks escorting a friends soon to married daughter to a town some distance away where her fiance awaited. Mundane work but the pay was good and he had the exclusive use of another friends manor at the edge of the forrest on the outskirts of the city.

This second friend was to be away for 6 months and had asked him to stay and watch the place and was paying him a retainer so that the Ash could get a cleaning wench in as was required and keep the place looking respectable. The thought of staying put in one place for so long didn't particularly appeal to Ash but he was a good friend and after all he did have the run of a manor house and a man of his talents could pick up well payed work in this town. Like Ash his friend shared a love for women who enjoyed pain with their pleasure. This shared fetish had seen many debauched days and nights spent entertaining many a willing girl with whip, rope, wood and the various implements his friend had in his well stocked dungeon when Ash was in town for a few days.

The Brawlers Tavern like most popular haunts in any big town was the place to go when you were looking for entertainment, a fight, a loose women or more neferious reasons. Ash knew the owner and had been upstairs discussing some business and as he descended the stairs he saw the usual array of drunks and an unusual lack of women. As he scanned the room he spied her, sitting in the booth in the corner. She had not yet seen him but he sensed her boredom, and noted her perky breasts, her long red tresses neatly braided and draped alluringly accross those perky breasts. She was draining the contents of a mead mug and looked ready to leave.

Ash couldn't let her go without first introducing himself and he caught the bar keeps eye nodded in the girls direction and held up two fingers. The bar keep smiled and nodded and filled two mugs with fresh mead. Ash made his way over to her her table redirecting two drunks who had staggered into his path. As he approached he noted the dagger glinting in the light at her side and made a mental note that this was obviously a girl who if confident enough to openly wear such a tool obviously knew how to use it and his respect for her shifted up a notch. He had long sought a women who would submit to his will and enjoy that submission from a sexual standpoint but he also wanted a women who would stand with him when the need arose.

As he neared the table her beauty was apparent and Ash felt a slight stirring in his loins. He reached the table and politely asked "Buy you a drink?", just as the Bar keep arrived with the two mugs of mead............