Elias tried to calm himself down. One of his rules was to never punish while angry. Anger blurred the line between punishment and abuse. He tried telling himself that James didn't mean to break the bowl. Not that the punishment wouldn't still be justified. Masters would make decisions based on actions, not intentions.

He shut the door behind James. Pulling out a skeleton key, he undid the handcuffs. "Now, on your knees, chest to the floor." While James followed the command, as he trusted the other would do, he grabbed some of his tools. He was calmer now, deciding if he should use a paddle, or a belt.

James was grateful to be out of the handcuffs, just wishing he would undo his leg cuffs now. He got into position putting his stomach on the floor. He was officially scared of what he would do to him, biting his lip as he sent him a cute scared look. He eyed the paddles, belts and, urg, whips on the walls, hoping he wasn't about to have done, what he thinks he's about to have done to him.

Elias would undo the leg cuffs when they got in the way. For now, they didn't interfere with the punishment at all. Elias finally selected a paddle, one with a little bit of squish to it. It wouldn't be so bad. He set it aside, also taking out a jar of oil. "Alright, reach back and spread your cheeks," he said evenly. Time to see how comfortable James was with sex and the like. He'd definitely have to get used to it.

James gulped loudly hearing this, but didn't argue with him. He reached his hands back and gripped both cheeks, spreading them apart with his hands. His hole was now on display for Elias, but it didn't bother him. Too much anyway. He bit his lip, peeking back at him, wondering what he was going to do.

Elias dipped his fingers in the oil. "Now, James, have you ever had anyone back here?" he asked, his voice dropping to a seductive octave as a finger brushed against his entrance. He could see the other peeking. That was fine, let him watch, as long was he didn't resist the punishment he had coming.

James gasped at the touch of the finger, biting his lip. "I, I, I don't think so master," He said blushing red. He turned and looked at him, wondering what he was going to do. He really didn't remember much, but he didn't think he did.

Elias frowned a bit. "We'll talk about this amnesia of your's later," he murmured, rubbing his finger more against the other. He wanted to make sure he was nice and slick. "So, if you haven't had anyone back here, how much do you want it then?" he asked, brows raised with expectant curiosity as he continued to toy with the other's asshole, never sticking his finger in. Yet.

He shivered each time his finger rubbed against his hole, biting his lip. "What, what do you mean," He asked, gasping each time he touched him there. "Are you, um, implying what I think your implying," He asked, bright red. He felt embarrased and a bit humilated, but also strangely turned on by it.

Ah, this was what he liked. James' face was flushed cutely, and the noises he made were delicious. Elias continued teasing him. "I'm not implying anything. I'm asking outright." He slipped the tip of his finger in. "How much do you want this hole fucked?" Despite explaining himself so lewdly, his tone was even as if he spoke like that everyday. He more or less did.

He bit his lip, gasping as he felt his finger enter him, crying out happily. "If its anything like this, I want it a lot," He whispered, moaning happily under him. He wasn't a hundred percent sure what was going on, but the rubbing felt good, and the finger was quickly becoming good as well.