There was Ashley, slowly removing her dress to try on some new clothes. She had unzipped the back and pulled it down to just below her tits. She was p...sing and checking out her chest in the mirror, never noticing the masked man coming up from behind.Ashley just caught a glimpse of the man in the mirror as he grabbed her."AGHHHHHH!! HILARY!!! HELPPPP-MMMPHHHH!" Her cries quickly muted by a gag in her mouth while the man threw her onto her bed."MMPPHHHHH!" She shook her head no as her eyes became. As I arrived, I could see that one of them had left and the other was now alone. I sat down on the floor two rows behind her and part way up the aisle, so through the books I could see her at about a 45 degree angle. I had to move a couple of books a few inches to be able to see her clearly, and it would be hard for her to see me because the opening in the books was only about and inch or so.I noticed immediately that she was no longer wearing her sweat pants, but now only gym shorts that were. That's more discrete that staring at their breasts or looking them straight in the eyes !I think that's another consequence of my non existent sex-life.Going to the point.There is a girl at work who is a trainee. And I've been chosen to watch over her and help her in her work. Because she was completely left alone by people who were supposed to explain the job to her she called me "her savior" when I came and helped her. I know I'm not actually the savior of anyone but it was definitely a boost. Meticulously I sealed the ropes around her wrists in elbows in several layers. Finally, I unlinked the cuffs from the bed and set her down kneeling on the floor.“You are now my bitch.”“How is that different from any other day?” she said, grinning.“Because this time, I am not untying you. You get yourself free…or…well, there really is no “or.”I clipped a leash on to her collar. “This is to help you satisfy me as quickly and completely as possible.” She looked up at me half with anxiety at.