She was waiting for him, wearing nothing but a pair of white lace panties. She stood there, eyes downcast, hands clasped together behind her back. Her head hung low, looking towards the ground, so that only her long black hair hid her face from view. He could see her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her underwear, which were already stained wet with desire.“Strip,” he commanded. Without hesitation, she complied, slowly removing each piece of clothing one by one until she was standing naked before him. Then she knelt down on all fours, presenting herself like a good little slut should do when faced with such an order. “Kneel!” he said again, this time more forcefully. And without question or complaint, she obeyed immediately. He stepped forward and grabbed hold of both wrists firmly, pulling them apart slightly so they wouldn’t interfere with what he intended next. Taking one end of a length of rope around each wrist, then tying it off just above where the skin met bone...