"Aye! I'm getting the picture now! The owner is Mr. Francis Connery... But there's no mention of a Mrs. Connery, and there would be if there was one. No wife in her right mind wouldn't have her name on the flat - the bitch I married certainly made sure she tied me down. So that would make you a friend of Mr. Connery... and a very good friend by the looks of things... So tell me, will Mr. Connery be back soon?"

Jackie shook her head. She realised too late it was the wrong thing to do, but she was too scared to think straight and come up with cunning subterfuge.

"So you're not waiting for him then?" asked Chuck with a chuckle. "You haven't got all fixed up like this to surprise the lucky sod when he comes home."

Jackie shook her head again, terrified at the thought. Suddenly there was a ping. The pill box opened bang on the hour... and for Jackie, five minutes too late.

"Oh, and what's this?" asked Chuck as he came round to the edge of the bed. Jackie tried to pull the string in a vain attempt to get the key, but Chuck easily snatched it before any progress was made.

"Oh! I see. This would be the key to the handcuffs!" laughed Chuck. "Now let me just remove that string from your finger."

Chuck did the job. He was a maintenance man after all and good around the house. Having captured the prize, he teasingly swung the key around by the string and gave Jackie his scarily accurate assessment of the situation: "My my! You are an inventive one! You set it all up on a timer! Bound yourself like this, totally helpless... for what... an hour - yeah I'd guess an hour... What a dirty little trollop! Look at you! The cuffs, hands and legs - the nipple clamps on the tits - and very nice tits might I add... natural as well, which is rare nowadays! A gag over your mouth, which I bet's got a rubber cock to it... Your arse raised up on a pillow like you're in mid fuck thrust. Oh and look at this - a dildo at your cunt, but not yet in it!" Shaking his head in mock disgust, Chuck tore his eyes away from that whorishly presented snatch and looked to the prop that lay at Jackie's side. "And what do we have here? A paddle if I'm not mistaken. All the ingredients for a fun filled afternoon - bound and helpless, but sadly all alone... At least you were until I came in."

Chuck swung the key upwards and caught it in his palm. Much to Jackie's horror, he then put it in his pocket. A smirk slowly crossed Chuck's mischievous face. He turned to Jackie and wagged an admonishing finger.

"Hold on a minute," he said mockingly. "You were notified I was coming. So... did you do this for me? Have you been waiting for the maintenance man to come and say hello! By Christ - you are one hell of a naughty bisom! A real filthy bitch and no mistake!"

Jackie shook her head violently. She yelled through the cock gag, telling the man that this was a hideous mistake, but it was impossible to be understood with the thick shaft in her mouth. She futilely pulled at the handcuffs holding her arms over her head. The saliva was again pooling at the back of her throat and she had no choice but to suck at the rubber penis as she struggled to swallow. It was a shameful display that added to Jackie's intense humiliation, and Chuck Balfour revelled in it all.

"Aw! So you weren't doing it for me?" asked Chuck pretending to be hurt. "And there was me thinking this was an early Christmas bonus which Mr. Connery had arranged... a highly unusual bonus, but one that would have been very much appreciated. Still - for whatever reason, you're here and so am I... It's quite a predicament you've gotten yourself into, friend of Mr. Connery, who wasn't doing this for me or Mr. Connery either."

Taking his time Chuck stared again at Jackie, his gaze wandering slowly up and down her body as Jackie renewed her struggles.

"Lie still!" Chuck yelled - the command a guttural growl. "Lie still or I'll make you!"