I slept in that morning then went to the grocery store to get things for dinner.Grilling out steaks with a nice salad and a bottle of wine was looking... good. As was the strawberry pie with whipped cream that I found in the bakery. I got home, seasoned the steaks, tossed them in the fridge and headed to the bedroom to lose my clothes and get my comfy bathroom.I had the tub warming up and I tossed my robe on the chair and climbed in. I was laying back, relaxing and thinking about the plans I had. By 7.30 the place was tidy and the ladder in its cupboard, he sat watching the news a beer in hand. It was just 7.45 when he heard the bathroom door close. He rose, and on arrival in the hall found her stood cuffs and collar in place and wearing her oldest blue night attire. Nothing was said as he attached the rope to the wristlets, she stood under the beam that he had erected across the manhole to the attic. He asked… “ready?” she nodded he pulled on the rope and her arms were soon raised,. Behind my desk is a wall that gets real-time video feeds from the apartments my dad owns worldwide. I was once talking to an aunt about a business matter. She lived in the building right across from that apartment. The conference system has a bit of lag in it for that reason. She heard a clap of thunder on the video chat a part of a second after hearing it from her building. It was the first time I got an alert to cut the link. I watched on the security cameras as my aunt sent in her goon squad. I leaned forward and took her hand away from her cock and pulled her down next to me.“I said stop. Get a grip on yourself, and I don’t mean around your cock. Breath, let it go away. Then you go to the kitchen, and make yourself another drink.” After a minute, her breathing went back to normal, and her cock had gone limp. She got up and when she came back she sat back down in the same chair as before. After drinking from her glass she put it down on the table and leaned back. Her kimono was open.