There was a note on the robe. "You are to wear this," was all it said. She looked around. There were no panties, and no bra - just the shoes, the robe...and the sash that held it together.A short little note -- just five words. But she immediately recognized it for what it was -- a declaration of control. In a strange way, her actions of earlier that afternoon had freed her from his control. No longer was she alone subject to the threat of blackmail. Now, if one of them went down, they both went. I inhaled sharply at the strike, but was even more aroused by it, I have never been hit like that before today. I reviled in the punishment. As he continued his manual assault of my lips, my orgasm built and soon I was shuddering at his touch. My body ran hot, my skin wanted for contact, my nipples grew and desired to be touched and my already wet pussy overflowed on to his hand. This is when he decided to enter me with such force I pulled violently on my bindings feeling the strength of them.. All of her coworkers had told him that Holly left hours ago, after spending her entire shift in a happy daze. Truth be told, they had never seen anyone so happy, but she wasn't exactly very productive ... The chefs even told him to pass on the warning that she could lose her job if she had another day of screw-ups. The only place he could think of was the grocery store, but why would she still be there? Unless...A sad smile crossed his face. "Ah, of course."Holly sat on the bench in front of. They seemed oblivious to the filming going on and just did their "act" the way they would if there wasn't a film crew crawling all over the stage. If you asked them, they would tell you that they just ignored the cameras. Their comment was, "even when they were "in our face", we were busy doing something, so it was fairly easy to just "pretend" that they weren't there.Of course it took a few shows before they could do that, but it was the reason Bob and Bill had scheduled the beginning at show.