Yes

At exactly 7 you open the door to see Madison Crawford, dressed in a hot-pink cropped tank top and cutoff jeans. You pull into your stark white, minimally decorated foyer and close the door, her sneakers squeaking on the dark hardwood floor. “You understand, at any time you can say no, walk out, and never come back. Until you can’t. And if you’re willing to face the consequences,” you say, staring down at her.

She giggles, her eyes darting between you and Ms. Bishop, both of you dress in black silk robes. “So we’re getting kinky, huh?” she says cheerfully. “Go for it. I said whatever, I meant whatever.”

“So strip,” you say.

You laughs again, turning to present her tight ass to you as she bends over to untie her pink sneakers. She kicks them off, then straightens up, her hips swaying to some music in her head. She turns back around as she wiggles out of her shorts, revealing cotton panties printed with a winking smiling face. She continues to spin around as she takes off her shirt, no bra this time either. You can see her nipples hardening in the air conditioning as she peels off her white socks and wiggles out of her panties.

She opens her eyes, still spinning and dancing, as you approach with then blindfold. She laughs again. “So we are getting kinky. Am I going to get spanked?” she asks.

She doesn’t protest as you tie it around her eyes, giggles again as you put black leather padded cuffs around her wrists and run chains through the cuffs and bind her hands in front of her. More cuffs go on her ankles, but no chains yet. You silently lead her through your house to a bedroom, lit by a white-domed ceiling lamp, the white of the walls only broken by the large flat-screen TV on one wall, the iron grill of the bedstead at one end of the large, white-silk-sheeted bed, the black iron bedposts at the other end, and the black lacquered box next to the bed. You sit her on the bed, and with black silk rope from the box bind her cuffed hands above her head to the iron grille behind her. The slack rope allows her to slump down but leaving you able to **** her into a full sitting position by a pull of the rope. Ms. Bishop spreads her legs and places more black leather cuffs on her ankles as you attach chains and loosely bind her ankles to the bedposts.

“This is your last chance to speak. Do you have anything to say?” you ask.

“I’ve been a bad girl,” she says with another giggle. “I’m ready for you to punish me _good _and hard.” You take a black ball gag from the box and fasten it around her head. You can see her jaw working slightly around it, her chest rising and falling as she breathes nervously. Then you wait.