“Strip and climb onto the bed, .” You instruct Miss Josephine.

Josephine obeys meekly, almost, it seems, reluctantly, as if you were forcing her to do it. But you can sense an undertone of excitement in her. You tell her to leave her pantyhose on for now - you have ideas about ripping it off her shortly. She lies on the bed, arms about her head, legs spread.

You cup her pubic mound with the palm of your hand. You can feel the heat and moisture through the fabric.

"My, you are a submissive little slut, aren't you?" you breathe. She closes her eyes and moans.

You tie her hands to the headboard with the strings of her lace apron - it's the nearest item around. She rolls onto her side on the bed, bites her lip. Her breasts are beautiful, so you lean down and bite one.

She gasps. And she cries out as you enter her.

***

Some time later, after you smoke a cigarette and think a bit, you untie Josephine and let her go.

She smiles at you as she dresses. "Thank you, Sir," she says meekly. "I - I really needed that."

She hesitates, then says, "There's something you should know. Lester kept something that was very special to me, kept it in his possession, always. It was a ring. It belonged to me, once, and he used to wear it, to taunt me. To show me that everything I valued, was in his hands." She smiles oddly.

"You want this ring back?" you ask.

"No," she says, "I - if it's not too much to ask, could you wear it for me? I desperately want it back, which is why you need to wear it. It would - it would put me in my place."

"Where is it?" you ask, your interest piqued.

"Lester kept it in a secret stash in his washroom." She giggles. "Pan's got a bit of a hard-on. Play around with that." She smiles again, then leaves you to your thoughts.