Baby, You Can Drive My Car!
Now, I want to untie you but first we need to do a little test. You see the drug I used on you is supposed to make you automatically obey the first person you see when you wake up. Let's see if it worked.
I've noticed you eyeing my shoes all night. I want you to repeat after me, "Mistress, can I kiss your heel?". That's right, from now on you will call me mistress. Go ahead ask me. Beg me out loud to let you press your undeserving lips against these perfect patent leather pumps. Louder. Beg, you pathetic little weasel. Again, ask me again. Good boy.
Wow, you actually did it! Half an hour ago you were Mr. Macho and this drug has reduced you to a snivelling little servant boy. Looks like it's safe to untie you, but we'll make sure to keep that long string I used to bind your wrists. We'll need it for later.