Nate and Roberts had finished talking a little past midnight. Roberts had installed the controller app on Nate's phone and given him the keys to the house as well as a stack of documents relating to the business of the house and the rules. Nate had examined the documents briefly, mainly to find out how the wonderland was paid for. Evidently the house, and by extension its owner was the beneficiary of a very generous trust set up to cover expenses. Nate had decided that he would look at the rules later. He had bidden Roberts a goodnight, locked the door behind him, and summoned Ingrid to show him up to his room. While he waited, he got his phone out and pulled up Ingrid's profile. The interaction scale was set on Neutral. This was the default setting though one could always save it to something else for one or all of the girls.
It was late enough that Ingrid had actually retired for the night and had not expected to be summoned to serve. The commands of the collar were unavoidable and Nate had actually picked her to see what would happen if an alleged man hater (though from everything Roberts had said not a lesbian) were brought out to serve when she really didn't want to. She came to the foyer where Nate waited wearing a pale peach babydoll over a matching pair of sheer panties. Both garments were ephemeral, as if breathed into existence and taken form over Ingrid's body. Nate could clearly see Ingrid's nipples. The areola was coffee with cream brown and the nipples themselves were surprisingly long. Nate guessed they were as long as the last knuckle on his pinkie finger. They would be wonderful for sucking. He also wondered what a pair of nipple clamps would do to the stormy-eyed girl, the pressure of the clamp a constant stimulating reminder, pressing, and tugging at her flesh. Nate confirmed his guess about the breasts themselves. Ingrid's tits were perfect. Without any artificial support, they perched upon her chest like twin apples ready for plucking and eating.
"I'd like to go up to my room Ingrid," Nate stated. As Ingrid led him upstairs he took the chance to examine her ass. It had looked good in the dress earlier in the evening. Covered only in peach chiffon it was amazing. Ingrid had the sort of innate voluptuousness that nature granted maybe one woman in a million. It was not like Rachel's. The redhead carried more flesh on a larger frame. Ingrid's body was instead a perfection of proportion that cried out for carnal delights untold. Each step she took moved her hips and ass in a hypnotic rhythm.
At the top of the stairs Nate reached into his pants pocket, pulled out the phone and set the slider to "Warm" The scale went Neutral-Warm-Affectionate-Amorous-Wanton-and then with a certain amount of cheek - Slutty. Nate figured that the difference on the last one was more of degree with a wanton girl happily engaging in whatever was suggested while a slutty one eagerly sought it out. Nate did not want to mess with an already chilly woman tonight. He would like answers without having to deal with the professional Ice Queen persona Ingrid had adopted. Therefore, he tipped the scale just a bit in his benefit so they would have time to talk.
When the slider moved up the scale, Nate could almost detect a slight lessening of the stiffness that ran through Ingrid's spine like a rod of iron. When she was not stalking through the house, Ingrid moved with the grace of a ballerina. Nate looked at her long legs and well-toned calves. Rounded perfection like that was part genetics and part hours of exercise, sculpting the body to be just so. He heartily approved of the discipline required and the results.
Ingrid led him to the doors of the Master suite and opened one. She slipped inside, clearing the way for him to enter the room and asked "Will there be anything else sir?"
Nate scanned the room's furnishings and said, "Have a seat in the armchair Ingrid. It's the weekend and I don't feel like sleeping yet."
Ingrid moved over to the chair and sat primly on the edge. She crossed her legs demurely, revealing an expanse of creamy thigh and those beautiful calves again. Her back was straight and her tits jutted out in front of her, again daring him to pluck her fruit. Warm was not going to get her to relax quite yet it seemed. Nate was unwilling to rely on the controller though. He wanted a tryst before sleeping and it would be easier to just set the controller on Slutty and then use Ingrid as his own personal fuck-bot but crossed a line somewhere in his mind. If a woman wanted to play fuck toy then he was more than happy to oblige. As long as the rules were clear, whatever two, three, or more people could agree to do whatever they wanted. Ingrid was so obviously hostile though that he did not think he could take her over the edge of the bed. There had to be some kind of understanding and consent.
Required consent put Nate into an interesting position. While he was quite literally the Master of the House, his own scruples controlled his behavior no less thoroughly than the silver bands controlled the girls.
Nate sat on the edge of the bed, resting back on his hands and asked, "Feeling how you are feeling right now, will you answer any questions I have for you?"
"I will Mr. Nate," Ingrid replied coolly.
"Will they be truthful answers or are we going to play the lying games with each other. I want the truth."
Ingrid pouted a bit, her lips pushing into a little kissing bow. "I will tell the truth. Including this one: I really do not want to tell the truth. This thing," she gestured to the silver band around her throat, "won't let me lie to you now that you have said that you want only the truth from me."
"Okay, fair enough. I wanted the truth and I appear to be getting it. So, on to business. Not to put to fine a point on it Ingrid, what is your deal? Ever since I came into the house tonight you have had a chip on your shoulder, been frosty, and honestly downright bitchy to me."