A long night it is.

“Twenty seconds ...” I split my attention between the writhing young woman on the bed and the second hand sweeping towards the 12 mark. Her response was frantic, but insufficient. With each passing second her whimpers get louder and more ****.

“Please, Sir!” Her eyes snap open and search for mine in the dimly lit room. “I'm so close!”

“Your time's up, my dear.” I expect a struggle from her as I reach for her wrists and pull her hands away from her crotch, but she lets me stop her without a fight.

“Mr. Patterson!” Riya gasps, “Don't do this, please. I'm so close ... so close.” Hanging from a rack is a collection of bright silk scarfs that will work perfectly for what I have in mind. “Give me your wrists, Miss Kapadia. I expect you to respect my authority in this house.” That last line seems to do the trick and with a soft sigh she submissively offers her wrists to me. “Please Mr. Patterson, I'm begging you.”

First one and then the other, I securely tie the ends of the scarfs around her slender wrists and pull them until I can tie the other ends around the feet of the narrow bed. She still has plenty of room to move her arms but the scarves are short enough that there is no chance that she will be able to continue her self-pleasuring. When it becomes clear that I intend to carry out my threat her head collapses back onto the pillow.

“I'm going to have to tie down your legs too, Miss Kapadia.” I explain as I grab the longest of the scarves and move to the foot of her bed. “I would feel negligent if I had to report to your father that I allowed you to masturbate like a shameless slut while you were under my protection.” Each of her slender ankles are wrapped with scarves before tying them to the frame at the foot of the bed. Like with her arms, she has almost a foot of play for each of her legs, but not much more than that. After a final inspection of the knots, I kneel down by her side.

“I imagine that your parents were worried about exactly this kind of behavior when you told them you wanted to attend college in America.” Riya, however hasn't quite given up.

“You're not fooling me, Sir.” She pulls at the bindings that restricted her arms and legs, testing them cautiously. “You like tying me down like this. I know you do.” Well, she's not wrong about that. “Now that I'm helpless and completely naked you could do whatever you want. There's nothing I can do to stop you.”

“Would you like that, Miss Kapadia?” I ask as I rest my hand on her bare thigh just above her knee. “I could finish what you started; it wouldn't take me long at all.” My hand moves slowly up the smooth skin of her toned thigh as I speak. “Do you want me to take this to the next level?”

“Yes please!” Her tongue sweeps across her lips in anticipation. “You can do anything!”