Be honest, no

"No, of course not," you reply, "I keep business separate from pleasure."

"I believe you, honey. It's just that..."

"I keep numerous women tied up naked in my house all the time. No, I get it. I assume you're asking because when people tied you up, sex was involved though, right?"

"I'm not sure that I....well...," Monica mutters.

"Honey, I love you. It won't bother me what happened back then. I took a big risk showing you my work. Are you still afraid to tell me about some guy from the past?"

"I suppose you're right. It was guys, plural. Just before meeting you, I dated a couple guys that were into personal bondage. They were big, burly and unrefined. Not like you at all. The last part, I mean."

"I understand," you say, "What did they do to you?"

"They liked to tie me up and have sex with me, basically. I did it while in a hogtie, a strappado, a frog tie, you name it. I liked some of it, but..."

"Did they take advantage of you?"

"Not exactly. I mean, they did, but...They **** me in no uncertain terms to push boundaries that I normally don't do. After they got me to do anal and I couldn't sit right for a couple days, I broke it off."

"Those sick bastards," you reply harshly, "Just be glad that you got out when you did."

"I am. I thought I found a normal guy," your girlfriend says, "Well, I guess this is as normal as I am going to get. I love you, honey."

"I love you, too. Say, I do have one more. Do you want to see her?"

"Yeah, I think I do."

Monica has a sly smile on her face once again. This is a new side of her you're seeing...and you like it. Maybe you two are more compatible than you thought.

You guide her towards your bedroom, which leads her to give you a curious look. You just smile and say nothing. You push open the door, revealing a young woman mounted against your wall. Naturally, she too is nude.

She is a young Asian woman with shoulder-length bleach-blond hair. Her DD breasts are big and perky, not to mention pierced. Her body is small, but solid. It is fit, without being skinny or looking at all anorexic.

Her body is **** upright due to a set of unique stocks you put her wrists and neck into. The wooden planks are locked together, keeping the limbs in place. Her feet narrowly touch the ground and are immobilized in their own way by twin loops of rope connecting by a knotted chain. She also has a big ball gag in her mouth.

"Wow, she's an interesting one. What function does she serve?"

"To be honest, none right now," you reply, "She had some interesting limitations, so this is just where I'm going to keep her until I can find a place for her. I may loose my coat rack next week, so that could be where she ends up."

"I see. So she just watches you sleep," Monica asks.

"Right now. I figure that it would be good to keep her close by should an idea come to me."

"That makes sense. So is this the only reason that you brought me in here?"

"What do you think?"

"I think I'm ready," your lady replies, "But I'm still not sure about doing it in front of them...with them watching."

"Hold on. I thought about that."

You rush over to your nightstand and open the top drawer. Your hand fishes around for a minute before finding it's target. You keep your back to Monica as you approach your room's decoration.

A moment later, you move out of the way for her to see. You placed a big, black blindfold on the woman.

"There," you say, "Now all she can do is hear us. You don't want to take away all of her fun, do you? What do you say?"