Downloading that second series of pics took longer than he had expected. He looked at the time, in the lower right corner of the screen. About two minutes left unto the next inspection. Hopefully, uploading to the site would run more smoothly, in two days. He put on the mask, grabbed his camera and made his way to the basement again.
This time, he had kept the bondage to a minimum. Inescapable, but simple. Just two shackles around the ankles, one connected to the ceiling, and the other to the floor, her arms and hands, however, were completely free, and he was curious about how that might contribute to her behavior. Less afraid, maybe? Perhaps she would dare him to fight her? He pushed down the handle and, with some effort, pulled open the heavy, three inches thick, padded door.
"Well well, look who's back! Need to take more pictures of me? "
She seemed unimpressed by her predicament. Fascinating! Beneath the mask, he smiled. With her free right hand, she tried to preserve what little dignity she had left, pulling her skirt over her crotch.
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