Stripped and "bound."

"I know. Your work has brought me so much joy. I think it's time I gave some back. Strip."

The struggling starlet looked at him with her big blue eyes from under her straight black bangs, her expression turning to anger.

"WHY IN THE HELL WOULD I STRIP FOR YOU!?!?" she managed to scream before the trigger kicked in. Seeing her expression of anger melt into one of shock and desperation so quickly was an extremely satisfying sight for her captor. She let out a moan as her body went to work, peeling the ridiculous garment from her slutty young body.

"Now Katy, your arms are bound from the ceiling above you. Your feet are bound to the floor. You can't escape."

Katy knew very well that she wasn't bound. Hell, she had just undressed herself. That was pretty hard to do while tied up. But when she tried to take a step she couldn't. She looked down and at first saw nothing unusual, but a blink later she saw steel shackles around her ankles connected to the floor by short chains. How could she have missed that? But she knew her arms were free. She had just peeled her dress off! But when she tried to undo the shackle around her feet, her arms turned out to also be bound, just as the man had told her.

The man could only smile. Watching Katy Perry struggle naked with non existent chains in his living room was worth every penny, in his opinion. But he still had twenty three hours and forty five minutes to go. Time to proceed. His grin grew wider.

"Do you see them, Katy?"