"Good boy." She said, patronisingly, and patting his cheek gently. She was still clothed, a show of who was truly in power in this situation. Without saying anything, she grabbed his arms, and lifted him up, dragging him over to a chair, and in a swift movement, she pulled a coil of rope from one of the drawers, smirking as she tied his legs to a chair leg each, and his arms behind his back.
"You're such a dumb little cock, aren't you?" She laughed, and she turned from him for a moment, surveying the items she'd prepared. There was plenty to tease and to hurt, and the most fun was always in setting unrealistic goals, with a mixture of pleasure and pain being the only outcome. Turning back to him, she showed him a long feather, and she ran it down his chest, stroking it over his cock, before leading it back up to stroke at his face.
"Control." She said calmly, her eyes dark. "You don't want to lose control, do you hmm? Lose control and hurt someone... lose control and kill someone... Then maybe you should show me how good your control is." She crouched down to look him in the face. "I am going to play your body like it's a fucking fiddle, and every time I see that little cock of yours rise? I'm going to whip you for it. Understand, cock?" Her eyes narrowed, and as incentive, she removed her shirt, moving back to him with the feather, and stroked the tip of it over his balls. "Why were you so insistent to have a meeting with me then, hmm? Why do you need this so badly?"