There, a long black stretch limo was waiting for us.

The driver opened the door for me and I got in, followed by this gorgeous guy.

"My name is Clifford," he said, softly, as he slid in next to me.

"Clifford. Nice name. Moi Justine."

He didn't react to my name at all.

Instead, he took my hands and made me put them in my lap.

I thought that was kind of cute.

He wanted me to sit a certain way.

Well, that was easy enough.

I mean, why not?

Why shouldn't I sit exactly the way he wanted?

I couldn't see any reason why I shouldn't, so I did. I got myself all nestled in and then, as my hands were in my lap, I couldn't believe what he was going to do next.

I should have stopped it right there, maybe… I should have demanded to be let out of the car, and scurried for a taxi.

But I didn't.

That's the bottom line, I guess, when I look back at all of this.

I didn't… because I just didn't want to. I wanted him to do to me whatever it was he thought he had to…

I was going to go along.

Pussy rules!

Now, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a silken cord.

It was pure white and very soft.

"What's that," I asked, still smiling.

"Bonds."

"Bonds?"

To me, in my job, bonds were something you purchased as a tax shelter.

I had no idea what he meant, though.

"I'm going to tie your hands, Justine."

I looked at him.

Was this some kind of game?

What did he think he was doing?

But before I was able to stop him, he was wrap ping that cord around my wrists… And tying me up that way!

I watched, fascinated.

I wasn't scared, or anything like that.

No…

To tell you the truth, I felt an incredible rush at being tied up.