Tilly plays a who's helping Nichole to work through some of her fantasies and decode them in such a way that she's relieved from some of the guilt she feels. "It's all very normal, you know," Tilly says, "You wouldn't believe how many clients I see for the very same reason." She delves into the situation a bit deeper. According to Nichole, the images of her bound and helpless appear most often in her dreams, not her waking life. "Do you know the individual who entered your room or are they a stranger?" Tilly probes. Nichole seems a little uneasy still but has made progress since their first...

Tilly plays a who's helping Nichole to work through some of her fantasies and decode them in such a way that she's relieved from some of the guilt she feels. "It's all very normal, you know," Tilly says, "You wouldn't believe how many clients I see for the very same reason." She delves into the situation a bit deeper. According to Nichole, the images of her bound and helpless appear most often in her dreams, not her waking life. "Do you know the individual who entered your room or are they a stranger?" Tilly probes. Nichole seems a little uneasy still but has made progress since their first appointment, a fact that Tilly acknowledges.

Tilly tells her she's going to try something a little unconventional. That is, she wants Nichole to take home with her a box of clothing and reappear later in the evening for some additional therapy, lets call it immersion therapy. She explains that inside the box is a garter belt and stockings, a pair of black heels and lastly a collar. She is to wear these items only . Of course she may wear a long coat to the door if she wishes, for privacy. Once inside, Tilly will engage in a little bit of fantasy indulgence, within her boundaries, of course.

Eager and a little apprehensive, Nichole thanks her and leaves. Until 8 o'clock rolls around. On the dot, there's a too knock. Out comes the in high waisted satin panties, black PVC platform boots, a domino mask and pair of black latex opera gloves. She's wielding a riding crop. Her hair is tied in a tight ponytail revealing her serious expression. She tells Nichole to come in and her client obliges. "I don't really know this what you had in-"

"Shhh," Tilly silences her with a finger to her lips. She gags her with a piece of microfoam tape and then tells her to undress. She sheds her winter coat and Tilly silently admires her form. Next, she handcuffs her wrists, then her ankles, and instructs Nichole to spread her legs, which she does. She starts giving her light taps with the riding crop on her ass cheeks and inner thighs. Afterward, she inspects for marks. After a moment of this, she leads Nichole by the collar around the house, settling on the living room.

The following scene opens with Nichole bound by both ankles to an armchair with her arms in a box tie and her chest in a harness. She struggles and makes moaning sounds. She looks around the room, seeking Tilly out and demonstrating frustration when she doesn't reappear. She looks back at her arms but it's futile. Her hair gets in the way and her moment is limited in any case. She thrust her hips forward and giraffes against the cushion, hoping to ease her way out of the binds. Her heels move against the carpet but to no avail. This is no dream.