She gasped for breath when he pulled out, and yelped through the ring gag as he pulled her up by her hair, trying to get a booted foot under her to stand, but her limbs had grown weak enough that even THAT was a huge task.<br/><br/>The detective lay on the bed before the man who was one of her superiors, tears standing out in her eyes. It was painful to her shoulders, to be laying on her bound arms, and god only knew what she looked like to him - a collar around her neck, corseted, pantiless and dripping wet down her legs onto the stockings, feet wrapped in impossibly high-heeled boots...<br/><br/>And god help her, as horrified as she was by all of this, her body responded to the sight of him looming over, lust in his eyes and cock hanging out, wet with her own saliva, and she squirmed weakly, whimpering.