He pushes you onto the bed.

He nods as you land there and he closes the door. “These people are loaded. Is there any thing of value here?” He says, ignoring you. He’s looking through clothes. He finds a black and red negligee that shines like a spun, ink black gossamer. He turns to face you. “Shit Luke. You are one fine piece of ass. And the way you had that guys cock down your throat when we arrived. Gagging for it. I decided then and there you were going to be mine and no one else’s.”

“Yours?” You whisper, afraid and aroused. He approaches you, flipping you over onto your stomach. He runs a hand up your inner thigh ending short of your pussy. You lie there, blood hammering in your ears, legs parted expectantly. He flicks your lips, seeing how wet you are.

“Shit Luke. You’re one horny slut. It’s like Niagara Falls down there. Tell me how horny you are slut…?” You can sense his fingers. Their warmth. The hint of a touch. On your lips. He holds his hand. Waiting. Tempting. Teasing.

“I’m very horny… sir…” you confess ashamedly.,

He laughs at you and you womanly need. Frustrating you. His hand leaves. Gone. A profound absence between your legs.

His hands methodically untie the ropes. You freeze in shock and dismay. You’re free. Emancipated. No longer in bondage. He throws you the baby doll negligee.

“Put that on. I have a mansion to rob.” He hands you a dildo. “When you’re dressed you can play with that. Ok?”

“Yes sir…” you reply with a chagrined grin.

You dress in the skimpy black and red frilled baby doll as he keeps searching, slipping on the lacy negligee he found for you. It feels erotic and exotic on your naked skin. It heightens your arousal, your femininity and your sense of submissiveness.