I was waiting for her when she opened her bedroom door. She was barefooted, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt. Her hair was wet and she had a wonderful, just-showered smell.

"Howard, I..." she started when she saw me waiting.

"Strip," I said.

"Howard, I think..." she tried again.

"STRIP," I said in a voice that would have made a marine drill instructor proud.

She looked at me for a second and pressed her lips together hard, then she obediently pealed off her sweater and stepped out of her jeans. She was wearing the black leather thong that she had worn in the airport. "Leave that," I said as she started to remove it. "Turn around and put your hands behind your back." I was surprised at how steady my voice was.

She turned around and placed her hands in the small of her back. I quickly cuffed her wrists with leather shackles and pulled the loose leather hood over her head. I buckled the hood behind her neck as I had seen Max do. She stood there naked and tall-an obed...

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