"Of course, sweetheart," he murmurs, smiling down at them as he reaches for the compartment within easy reach, filled with toys already selected and prepared for their time together. "You're my little doll, aren't you? I have to make sure you're prepared for me, absolutely perfect in every possible way."

He takes out a pair of nipple clamps, holds them up before their eyes. "Let's start with these, shall we?" He doesn't wait for assent, takes it as given, tugs the dress down, revealing Monty's bare skin beneath the elegant fabric. With a grin, he reaches out, wrapping his hand around Monty's right breast, fastens and tightens the metal over Monty's nipple, already swollen and peaked from their own stimulation. "I don't want you leaking before you're ready," he murmurs, running his thumb over the sensitive tip, catching the little drop of liquid, squeezed painfully out by the toy. He glances between his thumb and Monty's eyes, before he cups their cheek and runs his damp thumb over the seam of their perfectly painted lips.