"Those," you say, pointing at the handcuffs.

Her response is to smile, and she quickly reaches behind her back. You hear the unmistakeable ratcheting sound of the metal cuffs closing tightly around her wrists, before she turns back to you to show you. You hook a finger in the chain and lift it up, raising her arms slightly - she shifts and struggles a little, but there is no escape. She's in your power now.

"You enjoy being handcuffed, don't you," you comment, and her response is to nod.

You lift the chain higher until she is forced to stand, bending over slightly in a very provocative position. Just looking at her like that makes you hard. Then you notice the nipple clamps, lying unused on the sofa.

"Can I use the nipple clamps on you?" you ask.

"I'm not really in any position to stop you," she smiles.

You reach for the back of her dress and find the zip. You pull it down, sliding her dress down her body slowly, watching every inch of the flesh of her back, her buttocks and her legs get exposed, until she is standing before you in just a suspender belt, stockings, g-string and boots. You turn her around, and she blushes, unable to hide her 36D breasts from you. You cup them, and heft them, grinning like a kid in a candy shop.

"Is that entirely necessary?" Pauline asks, trying to hide her obvious arousal.

"I'm just making your nipples hard for the clamps," you reply, bending down so you can take her right nipple into your mouth and suck, letting your tongue play with it gently.

Her nipple hardens quickly, and you replace your tongue with one of the clamps. She gasps, and pulls at her handcuffs, but soon calms down. And then you move to her left breast, cupping it in your hand and squeezing her nipple between your fingers before flicking it with your tongue. She closes her eyes and moans softly, her moan becoming a gasp as you clamp her hard nipple.

"Perfect," you grin, tugging at the chain between her nipples and watching her being forced to follow you around the room, "Enjoying yourself?"

"Yes," she smiles, nodding enthusiastically.

"Can I use any more toys on you?" you ask.

"Of course," she grins, "how about a gag? Then I won't be able to complain about any other toys you use on me."

"I like the sound of that," you say, "what sort of gags do you have?"

"I have a ball gag, a ring gag and a bit gag."

Your choices: The ball gag or The ring gag or The bit gag.