You decide to make him come to you and present yourself as a willing victim

"Believable? Subtle? Suggestive? Blatant?" you mutter to yourself as you pore through Sue's room at a frenzied rate. You could probably put together a naughty schoolgirl outfit easily, or just put on a believable nightie, but what fun would that be? You're not sure why, but you want something that screams 'Fuck Me!'.

Then you find the rope. It's the sort of twine you might use for a swing-set and you're not sure why she has it, but when you see a blindfold you wonder if your sister might've been into BDSM.

"Screw costumes," you mutter, an evil glint in your eye. You toss the rope and blindfold on the bed and hurry over to her computer, easily cracking her password before you turn on the laptop's webcam, then drag a usb webcam to catch another angle of the bed.

You're just about to get on the bed when you decide to add a little bit of props to the play, and pull out some of Sue's biggest toys, nudging them most of the way under the bed, but leaving them visible to anyone who looks down.

"Perfect," you declare, and lie on the bed, putting the blindfold on, but not pulling it all the way down. Actually tying yourself to the bed proves to be tricky, and after a few false starts you opt to tie your hands and legs to the same bed corner, presenting your butt and pussy for the gentleman's choice while not disrupting his view of your naked torso. It has the side benefit of allowing you tie hand and ankle together.

The final knot's a little loose, but you'd wrapped the cord around your wrists and ankles a couple of times, so pulling on the rope tightens the knot around the bedpost.

"Showtime," you mutter.

"Hello?" you call out loudly. "Hello?"

"Huh? What?" someone says faintly, and you smile. Your stomach trembles with anticipation. Or maybe nerves. "Is someone up here?" the voice calls, heavy footsteps coming hesitantly up the stairs.

Making sure to nudge the blindfold over your eyes you lay it on thick, all but yelling, "Hello? Are you there? Jacques? I did it, Jacques. Just like you wanted. I'm all ready for you. Can you see? I can't move, I can't resist. You can hurt me as much as you want and this time I can't stop you if I wanted to. And Jacques, I want you to do anything you want. Anything. You can do my pussy, you can do my ass, you can take pictures of it all and post them all over the internet. Just make me your slut. Your cheap worthless whore."

You smile towards the sound of a man gasping, feeling nervous about what's to come, but excited. Besides, with the helpful younger locksmith around what could possibly go wrong?