She wishes he'd remove at least some of the ropes, the heat of them rubbing having left raw red lines on the skin, even as she obeys. The question though. She doesn't really want to know, but she's also curious. It might even distract him a little to describe just what he might do to make her his perfect toy. It would definitely help distract her, for good or ill.

The clamps digging in makes her whimper in pain, her nipples already twin points of red-hot agony. If he hadn't picked them so carefully, the sensitive skin might have already gotten torn from all the abuse.