Daphne felt the straps constrict around her legs. He had them good and tight, she was not going anywhere. She hated feeling helpless, but she couldn't do anything about it, he had the right to take her as he saw fit.<br/><br/>"Second drawer on the left," she pointed to a cabinet across the room. There were at least three bottles in there that she knew about. Daphne knew she wasn't ready for him, and in a strange way she was grateful he decided to lube her up rather than just rip into her. That would have been truly painful and unpleasant. This way it would just be unpleasant.