When Roxanne had walked over to the bed and bent her body over his knees she hadn't noticed the restraints he had gotten while she was searching the closet for the objects he desired. As she felt his hands rubbing her ass cheeks she tensed up despite his gentle touch, quite the opposite reaction he would have gotten, had they not been playing. As his hands left her ass the next thing she felt was her arms being tied together, followed by her legs and finally a rope just long enough to reach both was used to attach them. When he picked up the paddle and she felt the leather rest against her ass she tensed up more as he used his other hand to assure the strap keeping the gag in her mouth was nice and tight, of course any tension would help maximize the pain she felt.
As he rose the paddle and brought it down on her bare ass for the first time Roxanne winced as it stung her skin. As he struck her again and again the pain grew as did the visibility of the words being imprinted into her soft skin and the redness of her skin where the paddle connected. By the end she was struggling against him and would have been beginning him to stop, if she could speak and she was having to be held down with his free hand as her screams were muffled by the gag.
When he sat the paddle aside and untied the rope connecting her bound legs to her bound arms she could move some but her arms and legs were very much immobilized. When he picked her up and threw her on the bed she winced as the fabric of the sheets touch her ass, even the soft cotton hurt her skin. As he spoke she looked at him with a glare, as if telling him to fuck off. By the end of the night, though, she would be his docile bitch.
Roxanne's glare followed him as he moved over to the table and picked up a black Sharpie, continuing to watch as he knelt in front of her. She saw his stern look and instead of obeying him she began to struggle and he began to cover her body with degrading words, at one point she was even flipped over so he could outline the words the paddle had imprinted. When he was satisfied and brought the mirror up to show her she looked at the words in disgust, half expecting to be slapped.
As Tim went to gather a few things she watched him move and when he returned she noticed the objects in his hands. She already knew what the vibrators were for and the tape, too but when she saw the clamps connected by a chain she sighed, not liking the idea of being lead around by Tim tugging on it, if he decided the idea appealed to him. When he pulled the tape off of her womanhood she wined as it pulled at her skin but did let out a muffled moan as the dildo fall out, letting her pussy relax. Moments later she could feel one of the toys being shoved into her to ensure none of his seed escaped, quickly followed by tape being put over her slit, blocking the only exit. Then she was turned over so she was on her hands and knees and winced as he spread her sore cheeks before applying lubricant and repeating the plugging process in her ass. As he then turned her over and placed a clamp on each nipple before placing the final one on her clit she moaned, the clamp teasing her already swollen clit further.
As he stepped away from the bed she watched from the lying position she was in and listened as he gave more orders. Roxanne was ready to get up and helplessly crawl to him when he turned the toy in her pussy on and she moaned before beginning to grind the air, proving how much of a slut she truly was. After several minutes of this she managed to stop and got off the bed, crawling over to him. This was a slow process and she ended up with her face hitting the floor more than once but when she finally got there she sat in front of them, crying out in pleasure like a cat in heat as the toy teased her clit, causing it to swell more and the clamp pinched it.