Lure Charlene inside

”Now call out for your mistress, pretending like nothing’s amiss. You just need her to come over for a moment.” Evellyn instructs. Isabel nods slowly, before Evellyn relinquishes her hand to allow her to speak. Isabel anxiously clears her throat, before speaking loudly towards the opening of the tent: ”Uh- uhm, Mistress Wakefield? Could you perhaps join me inside for a moment?”

Evellyn quickly uses the cloth from her gag to wrap Isabel’s wrists together behind her back. It wouldn’t be too hard to get free, but it should at least free up Evellyn’s hands for a little bit. A few seconds later Evellyn can hear the sound of Charlene’s footsteps across the grass as she approaches the tent. Nicely done, Isabel, very convincing.

”What is it, Isabel? Have you finished preparations as I ordered yet? Do we have lingerie in Evellyn’s size?” Charlene says as she passes through the tent flap.