She's being a very good girl now. Figures, Helen has always been one who talks big but just can't quite take the full punishment. Never the less when he walks into his room to find her in the same position against the wall he's left her in he can't help but feel the smallest swell of pride. Not that she could move much anyway.

Her forehead rests against the wall in the far corner of his room, just next to the bed. She's kneeling, legs belted together and he's been cruel enough to clip her cuffs to them and each other. Helen's posture has always been impeccable no matter what position he puts her in, but he wanted this one to hurt, just a little bit. She's not quite sitting on top of the spreader bar between her legs but just off of it. Closer inspection shows that her hips are moving, just a little bit, trying to get something out of the little gift he'd left her before returning to his office.

She knows he's there when Will slides the control upwards, a desperate mewling is muffled by the gag. She cannot see or feel or speak, but Helen knows he's there. He appreciates this view of her right now, sitting on his bed and watching her writhe and buck against the restraints. Two minutes and he can't keep away any longer, sliding behind her, hands cupping her her breasts. "That's my girl." He says and she falls back against his chest, letting him be her support. "I told you I'd be back and look, here I am." one hand pinches lightly while the other drifts downward. He can't help but chuckle "Missed me, did you?"

She speaks incoherently against the gag. "Oh Helen…you're making a mess of my floor." His kisses down the back of her neck make her shiver uncontrollably. He disconnects her from her knees, helps her stand, pressed her more firmly into the wall. She whimpers when he pulls the vibrating egg out and sets it on his night stand to be cleaned later. What an image she is, then. "You know how much I hate lying. Now," he gives her a resounding, singular slap on the behind that makes her jump. "am I going to explain to you again how much I hate lying, or are you going to show me how sorry you are, love?"

Helen all but spits out the gag when he unbuckles it for her. "I'm sorry, Will. I'm sorry. I promise."

"Alright then." She's guided to the bed and readjusted. Away with the spreader bar, the belts, the blindfold. He wants to see her eyes. Her arms remain cuffed and she's laying on her abdomen between his legs, waiting expectantly with her head against his thigh. "Remember. Girls who lie don't get what they want until I'm positive that you're very, very sorry Helen." She strains forward and places a kiss on the crotch of his jeans. Will grins. "I'm sure after the gag you're wanting something a little more…dynamic."

Helen smiles gently. "If it would make you happy."