Chuckling the master slipped a finger under Ylva's new collar and gave it a good yank. "You'll wear the collar, just like the good girl I know you are," Ylva was close enough to feel the warms puffs of master's breath on her, making it unsurprising when the woman closed the gap, planting a wet kiss right on Ylva's mouth! "Maybe you'll need a leash too, hmmmm?" Chuckling she let go, becocking Ylva to follow with a finger. Back inside the tree house, they decended the stairs, the wooden walls quickly giving way to hardened stone, they flickered with the dull glow of candles. Around the room was a wide variaty of bizzar ingrediants. Tubes with stange colored liquieds, baskets of dried lizards, a few animal parts floating in a clear fluid, and Keneth. Tied to a pole in the center of the room was Kenneth, the cabbit from before strokeing his hair with a leathered hand.
"Ylva, is that you! Gods, I thought no one would ever find me here!" He jerked up fighting against his bindings.
The master stepped infront of Ylva, "It occures to me, that our young Kenneth needs an escort home.... Maybe you would like to escort him home, tomorrow of course," she smiled gently stroking Ylva's hair... "I know I can trust you, my good little guard dog, you followed my orders so well so far!"
Upon entering the basement Ylva feels a tinging down her neck, echoing out to the tips of her fingers. She had done a task for the master, she was a good obedient girl... She'd feel a bit of yerning building in her clit, the constant impulse to touch herself... [DC to resist is now 11 :3]