Eric watched appreciatively while Dahlia followed his directions.  Once she was ready, he stepped behind her and expertly bound her wrists together near the small of her back.  He finished the wrapped cord off with a square knot that would've done any Boy Scout proud.<br/><br/>Pleased with his work, he trailed his fingers along Dahlia's shoulder as he walked back in front of her.  He smiled down at his pet before making sure Laura could get a clear view.  Then he stroked Dahlia's hair with one hand.  The other undid the straining button and zipper of his shorts, letting them drop to the floor.  At the same time, all thirteen inches of his organ sprung forward.  Eric released Dahlia's hair and simply said, "Worship my cock, Pet.  Get it good and ready to be used on my Bond-Pet.  Your punishment is that you're only allowed to use your mouth.  Then you'll watch me take her."