Click! Click! Click!
"Mmmmmmnnnmmmmgggggnnnnhhhh!!!" was all Dawn could manage as the thick tape was applied to her previously neatly glossed lips. The clicking sound was the metal cuffs binding her at her trim little wrists. Groggily she looked around from her placement on the floor. The fireplace was warm on her bare back. The high slit in her dress left all of her pantyhose on display, including the control tops and the cotton panties visible beneath the swirly smoke of the sheer black.
What was I thinking when I wore this dress? She thought. I certainly wasn't thinking that I would be receiving a house call from that bastard, Gerald Sinclair! She angrily reminded herself. Still, he scared her. And this dress wasn't helping.
Her little jaw worked against the tape in frustration as she looked down at her hands bound by the cuffs. Curiously she noted the good job the salon had done on her well manicured vermilion nails. Hey... wait a minute! She thought.