She took what looked like a belt, only with buckles on each end and fastened them around each of my wrists. She then got a rope out of a bag, wrapped...my ankles a couple of times and then looped the rope up to the belt, effectively hot tying me. Then she laughed as she told me that since she has never taken direction well, she might as well tape my mouth shut. For the next couple of hours she tormented me. She put on various outfits and posed for me, laughing at me as I squirmed. At one. I excuse myself, and quickly turn towards the bathroom, trying to hide my erection.The restroom is clean and looks good. Granite counter tops; large wall-length mirror; travertine tile floors; dark wood stalls... I'm impressed. I walk to the urinal, unzip, and coax my pecker to be not so hard so I can relieve myself. I hear someone enter the bathroom behind me, and think it's just another guy. Then I hear the door lock. "You almost done", you say with a devilish smile. I whip around and. -Your coffee, Mr. Doe.John looked for a moment at the young woman who had just appeared in the room, a brunette with long hair, dressed in an elegant skirt and blouse.-Thank you, Kristin," he said, passing his hand under her skirt, feeling the rounded buttocks, the inner thighs, then letting his fingers slowly approach her pussy.-Mr. Doe," she whispered, looking down,"please... I'm married.John laughed. When she applied for the position of assistant for the company John was about to build,. As the paddle then began its furious decent from the long distant past it made a loud and distinctive whistling sound. It cut through the air with a slicing sound that was unfamiliar to all the men in the room but not so unfamiliar to the men whose frozen faces lay in the pictures that hung in the lobby beyond the great hall.It landed loudly and flatly on Tracey’s outstretched behind. Tracey then let loose a long wail that surprised nearly every onlooker. What they all had no way of knowing was.