Yes

Katie was now fully tied to the rail with two hands. Roxanne began filming on her smartphone. Time to get some up close and personal material at last.

“Spread your legs, Katie.”

Katie hesitated.

“You want your clothes back, right?”

Katie begrudgingly shuffled her legs apart, displaying her pussy. Roxanne bit her lip as she came closer and lowered herself to get a good shot of her open pussy. How humiliating for her!

“Okay, Katie. Now, you’re going to have to be flexible for me. Shuffle yourself back and bend forward as far as you can.”

This time, Katie obeyed without question. She bent over at ninety degrees, displaying all her goods to the camera. Roxanne just stared directly between them. She swore she felt some wetness down below in her own panties. More than anything, she wanted to touch herself right now.

But she still had a job to do.

“Now, squat down and show me some of that ass.”

Katie squatted, her ass becoming more pronounced as she moved. This time Roxy approached and reached out a hand to grope her ass cheeks. She couldn’t resist that ass in front of her. Plus, she’d never get the chance again… at least not with this girl.

“Get on your knees.”

Katie kneeled, her hands dangled from the rail, with both sets of handcuffs jingling as she readjusted herself.

Roxanne let out a chuckle as she hopped up on the rail and shuffled along until her feet were dangling in front of her victim. She filmed straight down, getting the perfect cleavage shot. Katie gazed up, tears in her eyes and makeup smudged.

“Okay, now I want you to kiss my boots.”

Katie opened her mouth to protest, but Roxy just pointed the camera straight in her face. She gulped and lowered her head. Planting a kiss on each of Roxanne’s punk boots, she looked up again, those begging eyes pleading for release.

“Now, lean back and stick out your tits.”

Katie displayed her gymnastic background by effortlessly arching her back and pulling backward as far as the handcuffs would allow. Her small tits suddenly seemed much bigger, her little nipples pointing up in the air.

Roxanne moved all around her, ensuring that not a single inch of her gorgeous body escaped the view of her camera. She even ran a hand up her own body to grope her tits hidden beneath her shirt.

God, you are so hot, Katie. I’ll remember this.

The arrangement continued for several more minutes as Roxanne **** Katie into as many poses as she could and repeated her favorite ones. By the time she’d finished, Roxanne possessed nearly ten minutes of footage on her phone in addition to whatever her cameras around the house had captured.

“Can I go now?” asked Katie.

Roxanne smirked. “Of course. I’m a woman of my word. I said some poses, and that’s it… and that’s only because you were so cooperative!”

Roxanne dipped into her pocket and removed a little silver key, which she used to release one of the handcuffs. She almost unlocked the other one when she remembered. No, she couldn’t take the risk of releasing her right now.

“I’m going to leave the key here on the floor. Get it with your foot and go outside the front door. I’ll give you your clothes.” Roxanne paused. “Security, you know?”

Roxanne left the room with a toothy grin on her face, satisfied that it was a night’s work done. By the time Katie retrieved the key, Roxanne had already disappeared into one of the secret passages that spread throughout the home, enabling her to move relatively unseen.

She retrieved Katie’s clothes and watched as the broken, naked teen made her way back the way she came toward the front door. Roxanne noted that she took a long look back. She knew that look. Thoughts of ****. Wondering whether to march right back upstairs and do something about it.

Like the rest, she turned toward the front door and closed it behind her. A woman of her word, Roxanne, dropped Katie’s hat out of the window.

She never said how many of her clothes she’d give back, after all.