ceiling of the room when I prepared it, because I had planed on her screams, and they would be like music to my ears.

I stood there at the door and watched her scream and struggle for awhile before I approached the table where she was restrained. I guess she saw after awhile I was not concerned with her screams and she quieted down and just sort of whimpered. When I finally spoke to her it was in a low whisper, so she had to strain to hear. So I told her she would be mine before the stroke of midnight, and it was just a little after 8 PM then. She started shouting and cussing, telling me she would never be mine, that is until she saw me open my chest of toys and start laying them out on another near by table, then she suddenly became silent.

I unhooked the other end of the leather cuffs that were attached to her wrists and attached them to two cables I had dropping down from the ceiling. She tried to struggle at that time as I pushed a button and the cables tightened and started pulling her arms above her head. One at a time I then unhooked the cuffs to her legs and attached them to some cables attached to the floor, she did her best to try to kick me, but I made sure there was not enough slack in the cables for that to happen.

As I tightened the cables attached to her wrists, Sarah was slowly pulled into a standing position and I moved the table she had been laying on out of the way. Now she was pleading with me to let her go, and got her second look at the evil grin on my face. She would learn, the hard way perhaps, but she would learn. I stayed silent as I approached her and she got a look at he sharp knife I was holding out in front of me. She tried to struggle and get away but I had the tension of cables tight enough that she could hardly wiggle. Her not knowing my intended use of the knife was enough to strike terror in her and her eyes showed it. I took the knife and started gently cutting away her dress, being extra careful not to nick her skin.

I was correct about her not having any panties on under the dress nor did she have on a bra, just a garter belt to hold up her hose. And seeing her there naked and struggling was a sight to see, every wiggle made her large breasts bounce and jiggle. She was begging me to let her go now, tears freely flowing from her large green eyes. Still I was silent, as I drank in the beauty of my captive, I slowly moved over to my selections of toys that I had placed on the other table. I took my time picking up each piece holding it up for her to see and then replacing it on the table, just to intensify the terror she was feeling.