She's lovely (and bound) in orange.

He rolls his eyes.

"Just put something on."
She sighs, defeated.

She puts on an orange tank top and a short white skirt.
Unsurprisingly, he didn't give her anything modest, long or not skimpy to wear.

He tells her to turn around and present her arms to him.
She obeys, knowing that she can't do much right now.

He ties her arms nice and tight and then turns her around.
With a big smile, he fondles her tits before pulling them out of her top.

He sits her down and adds lots more rope to her bondage, tying her ankles, above and below the knees and her thighs.

More rope goes around her chest and stomach to tie her arms tighter to her body.
A cleave gag- his favorite- goes in her mouth last.

He makes her hop to the couch and she collapses on, not used to this activity.

She soon slides off and looks sadly at him.

He pulls out a camera and starts taking pictures of her- for her 'new catalog,' he explains.

She tries to look away.
She won't help him.

He scoffs at her feeble attempts and just moves around, getting every angle he can.

'At least it is only pictures...for now.'