She was wearing a black vest with jeans and trainers. She looked hot as fuck. I greeted her and took her inside and up to one of the changing rooms. I...told her to stand in the middle of the room while I took a seat on the sofa.“So, you really want to be my toy, hmm?” I asked her.“I really do.” She replied.“I should warn you, I don’t deal in half measures.” I said. She looked at me, confused. “By that, I mean I don’t take slaves who second guess me. Or refuse to do stuff because they feel it is. " He looked at her expectantly, hoping she wouldn't flinch at the cost."Oh ... that's not so bad. If that's all it is, you can go ahead and fix it. How long will it take?" she asked expectantly."Uh, if you come back in a couple of hours, it should be ready for you," he smiled."Oh, wow. I didn't think it would be that fast. I'll come back after work at five, if that's OK?" Sure. If the door's locked, just knock and I'll let you in." Service with a smile, he thought. Service with an ulterior. About twenty two and got chatting to my now partner. they chatted every now and then and he got a bit near the mark with some of his comments. she passed this of as a young lad who was being a bit cheeky and as she has had other cheeky remarks in the past did not think a lot about it. the team were there for about three weeks so she got to see them every day. one afternoon he plucked up the courage and asked her out for a drink after work as they this was there last day and were going back up. Luckily for me, my publisher was my significant other. Just as I was pouring myself a glass of Jack Daniels, the entryway opened, and Joy entered. She looked stunning in her little yellow sundress with a blossom print and bare feet.“How’s the writing coming along, sweetie?” She asked, walking around the desk.“See for yourself, honey,” I answered, showing a half-dozen unfinished sentences on the screen. I took a taste of gold liquid from my glass while eyeing the padded cuffs, blindfold and knot.