They pay me well for what I do. I don't know what this woman did but I've been hired to make sure she pays. It takes all kinds: some look innocent, some not so much. But in the end, they get what they deserve. She's doing the dishes. I watch her, take my time in getting around to grabbing her. She doesn't see me come up behind her and then in a flash, she is on the tile. I go back out to grab my equipment and when I return, she is crawling for safety into another room. I drag her back into the kitchen and get to work on her lithe, slender body. Her knees are bound together, as are her elbows a...

They pay me well for what I do. I don't know what this woman did but I've been hired to make sure she pays. It takes all kinds: some look innocent, some not so much. But in the end, they get what they deserve. She's doing the dishes. I watch her, take my time in getting around to grabbing her. She doesn't see me come up behind her and then in a flash, she is on the tile. I go back out to grab my equipment and when I return, she is crawling for safety into another room. I drag her back into the kitchen and get to work on her lithe, slender body. Her knees are bound together, as are her elbows and wrists. She is seated on the floor of the kitchen when I wedge a bright red ballgag into her mouth and strap it in tightly. She squirms and kicks on the floor, trying to dislodge some ropes. Eventually, she manages to get her shoes off but that doesn't do her any good. I grab her and carry her into the bedroom and then deposit her onto the bed. I lock the door on my way out. A few moments later, I have returned and now rope locks her legs into a frogtie position, her heels tied on this time, ensuring that escape would be very, very difficult. She squirms on the bed for a long time before I come back in and let her see my face. She knows she isn't going to escape her fate now...