It's important to have a room in your house for punishment, so she knows if that's where you're taking her it's going to hurt.
In my house the room is an attic. It's been carefully and tastefully converted into a torture chamber, the furniture is home made and while I inherited that awful foam insulation, it does help with noise reduction.
Preparation for a good session begins downstairs where I bind her knees and thighs tightly together and chicken-wing her arms. Then I will help her up the stairs, one hand in her hair and three fingers in one of her holes.
Trying to walk up stairs in this way makes her look like a waddling duck. On reaching the attic, I retie her to a chair without a seat.
Anyone who has bound a woman for any length of time will know that sooner or later she will lose control of her bladder and possibly her bowels. A bucket placed beneath will negate you having anything unpleasant to clean up and the product of any incontinence can be cleared up by her when she has been released.
I normally leave her there for two or three hours, so she can contemplate what might be her fate. I pop in to the room and prepare various impact weapons or lay out chains and cuffs on one of the bespoke frames that will hold her. A little more anticipation for her little brain.
By the time I start on her she is dripping like a bitch on heat and by the time I have worn myself out beating her, she is ready to pledge her undying love for me. I will probably pop down to the pub for a couple.
The second session is always more brutal,