You can expand on this whole "collar" idea...

"MMMMMFFFF!!" Evelynn squeals, squirming about in front of you. If you had to guess, she's trying to cover her breasts and her pussy at the same time, but due to the fact that she's tied up, she accomplishes neither. It's adorable, really, and you can only imagine how humiliating it is for her.

But as fun as it is watching her large, alluring tits jiggle around while she helplessly tries to stop it, you can't help but think. Is this really what you wanted? Is this, watching a woman tied to a pole, gagged by her own bra, and nearly completely naked really the sum of your existence?

No.

You can do EVEN MORE.

"Imm gmmming mh khh--"

With a surge of motion, you burst into action, finding some conveniently-placed rope and cutting it into four pieces. You then dart back to Evelynn, who is to you frozen mid-jiggle, with an expression of dawning horror on her face. Poor girl. Less than a minute ago she was a knight. Now she's naked, tied, and squirming.

This is without a doubt the most humiliating moment of her life.

Oh well.

You quickly grip her arm, untying it from her garters and bend it, tying her wrist to her shoulder with a section of the aforementioned rope. You then repeat the process with her other arm, then move on to her legs, making sure to get a good grope of her meaty thighs as you fasten her ankles to her thighs.

Once you're done, the knight's once-dextrous and powerful limbs have been reduced to four clumsy stumps, while the knight herself remains suspended in the air in stopped time. Because you're a nice guy and don't want her to fall, you lower her to the ground, setting her on her knees and elbows.

Then, with a completely necessary snap of your fingers, you let time resume.

"--yu MMMHHHHHH!"

In Evelynn's perspective, you've suddenly gotten a lot taller. It takes her a few seconds to realise that no, she's on all fours, and another few seconds to realise that she can't get up. She kicks and struggles, but her powerful limbs are completely useless thanks to her impromptu bitchsuit. All she accomplishes is setting her luscious breasts swinging beneath her, and wiggling her ass in the air.

"Aw, are you wagging your tail?" you ask teasingly, leaning back to admire the sight. The look Evelynn shoots you is pure venom, but it's accompanied by so much blushing shame that it's more arousing than threatening.

You chuckle, and that seems to set her off. With a muffled cry through her gag, she lunges at you--only to be stopped short by the leash that she must have forgotten about. The sudden stop makes her breasts swing forwards and smack together, which you watch amusedly.

"There's a joke about a bitch I could make here," you say, grinning down at her. "But I'm too much of a man of class to go for such low-hanging fruit."

You reach for her, and she actually shies back, but it's not like she can get back very fast. She's helpless before your whims...