Later that day… I open the door and drop my bag inside the house. Climb up the stairs to undress and put my school clothes away, remove my bra and p...nties. I love to be naked, feeling the freedom. I reach for my nipples and pinch them. My thoughts drifting to daddy, remembering that day I saw him peeing and how nice his cock was. I reach between my legs and rub there, feeling my growing wetness. Thinking I was alone in the house, I take my dildo from the night stand; lay on the bed, my legs. Secondly he put the hood on. It fitted her snugly and he locked it off. He removed the blindfold, this one being secured by heavy duty straps. Over her mouth, he placed the hood’s other accessory, a mouth piece strap with a built in penile gag that pushed the panties back into her mouth. ??????????? ? ??????????? He raised the chain and Hannah was now standing on tiptoes on our bed, trussed as I was, and ready to be beaten; she was nearly side on to me as I looked at her, but I. I'll go and change into something comfortable. Isn't that what a 'femme fatale' should say?" Right. I think it was some dame in a film, said it first."She was upstairs for more than a quarter of an hour, but she was certainly worth the wait! I had never seen her look even remotely like this. Almost like a model in a fetish magazine. Black, seamed stockings, high heels, and some kind of a corset made of soft leather straps and see through nylon. She had changed her make-up into a very slutty. It startles me for a second but I am too far gone into my haze of need to really pay much attention. My fingers reach down once more, touch, push aside and delve into flesh hot and moist, aching with the need to feel that pleasure, that burst of prickly pleasure that pulls at me so. Pushing a single finger inside of myself, I start to stroke my clit, gasping at the hardness and sensitivity of that tiny piece of flesh. It's so good, so right, but still something is missing.My eyes open in a gasp.