I let her decide.

Cassie raged for several minutes, violently pulling at the cuffs around her wrists and kicking her legs. Finally she subsided with exhaustion and lay sobbing quietly inside her heavy hood. For the moment she was beaten, the hope she'd felt when she freed herself replaced by despair now I'd shackled her. I made the most of this lull in resistance and moved to secure her legs.

I got two sets of double padded restraints. The exhausted Cassie was able to put up very little resistance as I buckled each of the padded cuffs onto her ankles. These double cuffs were designed for securing wrists or ankles to thighs. Cassie had probably supposed that I intended to lock her ankles onto the bed, so it took a moment for her to realise my intention when I folded her legs up and strapped them tightly in place.

With her ankles bound to her upper thighs Cassie's legs were splayed wide, her hairless pussy delightfully displayed ready for my attention. Before I punished her though I wished to rekindle some resistance in her to make the process more rewarding. Letting Cassie see her captor should accomplish that. However I would still need to hide my identity, with the wealth and business interests I'd inherited came a degree of fame and I wouldn't want Cassie recognising my picture in a newspaper or television.

I put on a silk face mask with human features printed on it. Only my eyes would be visible to Cassie. The rest of my body remained naked, I had no distinguishing tattoos or birthmarks for Cassie to identify and I had confidence that even guessing my age from my body would lead her to estimate my age ten years younger than was actually the case. Suitably disguised I removed the thick hood, Cassie blinked in the unaccostumed light and slowly focussed on me.

I was older than Cassie by fifteen years, but regular gym sessions and the most expensive beauty products meant the difference in our ages was barely noticeable. My breasts were as firm as a woman's half my age and my skin silky smooth and unlined. My gorgeous red hair was tied back into a braid that hung almost down to my tight little ass. My nipples were engorged with excitement and stood out stiffly, darkly red and slightly upturned. My hairless, waxed pussy was wet and the lips swollen with arousal.

Cassie stared at me in disbelief. Though she had realised her abductor was a female, she had probably imagined some muscle bound bull dyke. I am rather petite, shorter by a few inches than Cassie herself and several pounds lighter. She looked around my dungeon as though she expected to see another abductor more powerfully built.

"We're quite alone Cassie." I informed her. "Am I not how you imagined?"

"NNNNGGH." She responded, staring at me. "LGG MMHH GOHH."

"Let you go?" I queried. "But I've only just begun to play. It was really very naughty of you to try to leave before I've had some fun."

Cassie scowled at me. I had made my tone condescending as if I was scolding a child and it obviously infuriated her.

"Naughty little girls need to be spanked, don't you think?" I teased her. "Though you're not really in a position for me to spank your bottom are you?"

"Maybe I should spank you here instead?" I murmered, touching Cassie between her legs and softly stroking her shaven mons.

Her eyes showed fear and anger at this suggestion and she shook her head and moaned through her gag.

"Or perhaps here." I suggested cupping one of her breasts. "Maybe having your perky little titties whipped would teach you some manners."

"The decision is yours Cassie." I told her. "Moan once for a pussy spanking or twice for having your little tits whipped."