"Your choice making ended when you passed through the door. Now turn around and present your wrists like a good little slut." Naomi swallowed what was left of her pride and slowly followed his directive. She felt goose pimples cover her flesh as she slowly brought her wrists behind her and crossed them.

Douglas stepped directly behind her and quickly bound her wrists with cotton rope. She felt chills as each pass of the rope zigzagged and crisscrossed her hands securing them at the small of her back. Naomi could hardly control her breathing, her most secret of desires coming true.

"Come along slut, we've much to do." Naomi could barely muster above a whisper as she said yes Sir for the first time in her life. Her black heels clicking the marble floor as he led her across a large lobby to a bank of elevators. As they waited, Douglas pulled out a silk scarf that perfectly matched her tiny red dress and carefully covered her eyes. "You will experience many things this evening Naomi, the first of which will not require you to see or to speak. Open your mouth Naomi."

She was now awash in a heady feeling, her breathing ragged and unsure. She opened her mouth and felt a large rubber ball placed behind her teeth then tightly strapped around her neck. Almost immediately she felt drool gathering at the corners of her ruby red lips. "You look so very lovely slut, I bet if you were wearing panties they would be soaked. Isn't that right slut?"

She could only nod and hope that her pussy wouldn't start dripping on the floor of the elevator. The conflicted emotions of wanton desires and absolute humiliation filled her thoughts as she wondered if he was some how privy to them.