Strip her

  When I went back into the office, I had decided that I wasn’t yet in the mood to hear her yipping, and I didn’t really see much practical advantage to untying her. At any rate, not just yet. Not until I had taken more complete advantage of the whole situation. 
    She had clearly been making intense efforts to escape, but she hadn’t accomplished much of anything. The first expression I saw in her lovely green eyes was a clearly some sort of self-righteous but impotent rage. I started to caress her cheek. That expression would be gone by the time I was done. 
   But to start out with, I wanted her to be naked. It would increase the number of things I could do tenfold and it would also be the perfect completion of the effect. 
   I took a pair of scissors off the desk. She looked as if she was trying to push back through the wall away from it, but of course achieved nothing. Carefully, I opened it and slipped one blade under the strap of her bra going over her right shoulder. The cold of the metal made her briefly shiver. I cut it, then cut the one over her other shoulder. Finally, I moved the blade between her two large breasts. She seemed almost pleading. 
   “I almost wonder how long it’s been since a man saw you naked,” I muttered, thoughtfully. “I bet it’s been a while. Too bad, really. You’ve got something nice to show.” 
   Snip.
   The bra fell to the floor. Two snips later, her panties joined it. She was breathing heavily now, obviously wondering what I was about to do with her.
   Which I was going to have to figure out too.