Gianna could scarcely contain her glee.<br/><br/>She had spent a small fortune in the last 48 hours, browsing through online catalogues of fetish gear and toys. Now thanks to her status and some more cash, it was all rush delivered to her private lakeside manor. It was impossible to keep the smile off her face as her staff carried in boxes and boxes of all sorts of erotic things.<br/><br/>Her lakeside manor was going through something of a redecoration. The lowest floor and basement would now house all of her new toys, while the top floor still retained her room and lounges.<br/><br/>She could not simply wait for her plan to take action. The charity auction had been prepared, and the invitations had since been sent out. She made sure Nicholas would get one, although it would obviously be made to look like a mistake. It would be a hundred years before she would invite him or any of her ex-husband's associates to one of her parties, with the exception of tonight. Still, it wasn’t happening fast enough, and she wanted to try out some of her new toys and techniques she had learned.<br/><br/>So, the misfortune befell upon Clarice, her French maid that dutifully minded the manor. She spoke English fluently enough, but was quite confused when her mistress called her into a room with a box full of rope. Gianna had presented very little choice to the woman; either accept the new terms of a contract, or lose the job altogether. Since her service was all she had, Clarice had no choice but to accept, and within half an hour, the maid was naked, wearing an elaborate rope harness that coiled tightly around her body, pinching her large breasts at the base. Two ropes also ran between her legs and buttocks, forming a cruel thong that agonizingly stimulated her clitoris with each step. To top it off, her elbows were tied tightly together behind her back, and she was made to wear a bright pink harnessed ball gag.<br/><br/>“Now Clarice,” Gianna had said to her bewildered and frightened maid. “You will dust the entire manor in this attire, and if inspection fails, you will do<em>all</em>of your tasks like this.”<br/><br/>She had left the maid to furiously begin dusting with a feather brush, awkwardly with her arms half bound behind her, whimpering as the rope aroused her incessantly, and sometimes painfully. Her gown for the evening was a  black taffeta (http://www.sungboutiquela.com/black-tafetta-evening-dress-with-bolero-pi-1182.html?pPIMGID=2) with a matching bolero. With her black hair in a tight bun, she looked very formal, not to mention strict. Smiles would have to be passed though, and she would have to maintain her charade when inevitably approached by Nicholas. As much as it was against her, she had to let him think he won, at least for the next few hours. Then he would realize just how much he lost, and would stand to lose.<br/><br/>Gianna climbed into her limousine, and departed for the banquet hall where the charity auction would be held. It was going to be a very interesting night.