Choose the gauzy nightgown

"Oh...this one, I guess," you say, taking the nightgown from her. As you pull off your dress, Josephine gasps.

"Great gods, you have a cock! And it looks like a nice one, too."

You blush, your white stripes turning pink, as your cock begins to harden at the compliment, the blunt, black head emerging from your sheath. You quickly pull the nightgown on, but as you feared, you can see right through it.

"Yes, yes, very nice, but Simon won't be happy unless we make the best impression for the clients." She goes over to a chest of drawers on the far side of the room and returns with two satin ribbons. She quickly pulls your hair back in a thick braid and ties one ribbon around the end.

"What's that one for?" you ask as she steps in front of you, still holding the second ribbon.

"Making a good impression," she says with a wink. She drops to her knees before you and ducks under the short nightgown, grabbing your hips as you try to back away. "Hold still and trust me. If you ever want to get out of here, this is the only way."

You don't understand how this will help you escape, but you try not to squirm as she licks your cock and balls, her warm, wet tongue making you hard as iron in moments. You gasp as she wraps the ribbon twice around your nuts, making them throb, and then brings it up, wrapping it around the base of your cock before tying it in a bow.

"There," she says, giving your aching shaft a long, slow lick before standing up. "That will keep you hard until your future client takes it off. Now, just remember, if you do a good job, Simon will be more likely to trust you, and if you do a really good job, you could earn enough to buy out your contract, so you won't have to worry about trying to escape. Any questions before we go out?"