Sherlock smiled down at the man. "Good boy." He said, again, though he didn't pat the man's head like he had last time. He liked this position, nice and hard, his hands on his thighs, looking down at the ground.

"You have obviously been trained before, yet I had not seen you here before my travels took me away from London for two years. I assume that either you worked in another bar, or had a personal Master that trained you well. I have had much worse whores than you. So far, I am pleased."

The smile faded from his face. "But you still have a long way to go. We have only just begun." He said, his voice harder. For now, though. I think you have earned a little reward. " He leaned down and tipped John's face up, so that they were looking at each other. "Do you think that you have earned a reward, my little slut?"