The scene opens with the bound and pied maid, Kylie, being led into the lounge by her employer, Mr. Johnson. She's wearing nothing but a cheap lace thong and a ball gag. Her ankles and wrists are tightly bound behind her back, and her full breasts bounce freely as she walks.
Mr. Johnson takes a seat on the couch and pats his lap, indicating for Kylie to sit on it. She reluctantly obeys, her bare bottom now level with his crotch. He removes the gag from her mouth and growls, "You've been a bad girl, Kylie. From now on, when you speak, you better say 'sir'."
Kylie swallows hard and nods, her voice shaking as she whispers, "Sir."
He slaps her across the face, making her stumble back in surprise. "Did I stutter, bitch?" he spits out. "From now on, when you speak, you better say 'sir' or prepare to feel more of my wrath." His eyes narrow menacingly as Kylie wipes the tear from her cheek, nodding once more before mumbling, "Yes, Sir."
