Portia is completely at home in the BnB, curled up barefoot in a satin pajama set on the beautiful window seat, admiring a particularly fine book of bondage photography. She can't stop talking about how perfect the window seat is—and how unfair it is that after three houses, she still doesn't have one of her own.
Ted immediately sees an opportunity.
If Portia wants a window seat badly enough, perhaps they can make a deal.
She gets her window seat.
Ted gets the weekend to have his way with her.
Portia agrees remarkably quickly. Perhaps a little too quickly.
Ted starts gently, taking his time as he fondles her, binds her ankles, and gives her a few firm spanks to warm her up. But Portia soon discovers that the playful Ted she thought she was dealing with has another side entirely.
Before long, Portia is completely at Ted's mercy—gagged, tightly hogtied, drooling and reduced to a topless, helpless object in satin panties sprawled across the very window seat she had been admiring only moments before. He really tests her when the ring gag and ***** appear.
And Ted isn't finished.
Her own panties stuffed in her mouth and tape over her mouth makes her silence even more complete. Her protests have become muffled moans as Ted adds another layer to her predicament, securing her in a tight ball tie that leaves her beautifully exposed as he toys with his helpless captive and uses the Hitachi to push her over the edge. Portia might think she's finally earned a little rest after that—but she's about to learn the most important rule of the weekend:
The deal was never going to be that easy.
Ted hoists his nude beauty down from the window seat and puts her to work in an entirely different predicament, leaving her reduced to little more than a helpless human foot stool.
The window seat suddenly seems a long way off.
Ted has an entire weekend planned, and Portia is going to earn every inch of it.
