I took advantage of the time she was passed out to re-position her on the rack. My friend had lied to me when she told me of the bi-curious submissive Lynn. I had been told that the girl was experienced in the D/s relationship, had no hard limits, and entertained harsh kidnap fantasies. Obviously, this was untrue. But now what, it wasn't as if I could just untie her and let her go. I stood there looking at her. She was quite pretty, and I still wanted her to myself.

I strolled over to the counter and retrieved the smelling salts. Time for a chat.

I came back over and tilted the rack so that she was almost upright, but not quite. I waved the salts under her nose. She came to quickly, shaking her head and wrinkling her nose at the acrid smell of the salts.

She looked at me, wide-eyed as I asked her four things;

What do you really want?
What are your hard limits?
What is your wildest fantasy?
Have you ever been in a dominant/submissive relationship?

I wasn't about to let her go, not without making her feel the greatest pleasure she had ever known. I wanted her to want to stay, and set that for my goal.