No.

"Um, I'm not really comfortable undressing in front of someone else. I'd rather not."

"I understand; could you at least take off your suit jacket?"

"I guess." He shrugged out of the jacket and Ann helped slide it down his arms. He heard a faint 'click' sound as she folded the jacket and realized his arms were stuck.

"What the!?"

"Those are called manacles, John." She pulled his hair, tilting his head back, and snapped something around his neck. "And that is called a shackle."

"What are you doing?"

"Exactly what Sarah asked." Ann reached around and unbuckled his belt and pants, then pulled down his trousers and boxers down to his ankles. "Now, on your knees, please."

"What!? No!"

Ann reached under his ass and grabbed his balls, placing her thumb and forefinger around the base of his cock. She pulled downward and he followed until he was on his knees. There were two more clicks and his ankles were shackled as well. John tried to straighten up but couldn't because the chains connecting everything were too short.

"Let me out of this! I didn't want... Wait, did you say what Sarah asked?"

"Yes." She pulled off his clothes, somehow completely ignoring the restraints. Then she took out a little metal cage like one of those used on old-style emergency lights and fastened it over his penis and scrotum, locking the cage with a tiny padlock; a thin belt kept the assembly from pulling on his dick.

"There, you're all trussed up safe and sound. Now wait here while I arrange for delivery."