Ties you up

"Mmmm-hm! There will be no fucking without my permission, I thought it was fucking clear." She says.
"Look, bitch. If you want to be nice, yo havta play nice." She pulls out a spool of rope. "That's why I am gonna tie you up."

"That's not fair!", you start to protest.

The robot woman flares, her eyes gleaming.
"Who says it gotta be fair, BITCH?"

She slaps you, so hard that you fall on the floor, bumping yourself. She laughs wickedly, throatily.
She kicks you in the ribs, nit so hard, but you feel pain.

"Let me get this straight, BITCH." she says, as she ties you up. "The days when your cock belonged to you are over! Your freedom ended when MISTRESS MORGAN has entered your life. You are mine slave, mine bitch, mine little clitsucker... No, a fucking footstool."

"Yes, mistress..."

She turns even angrier.

"Did I fucking asked you to speak?" SLAP! She its you again. You are not sure whether you bleed. You hope not.
"Done. Tied nice and sure. A pro job."