“They are all agreeable to joining you so choose as many as you want to play with and the master bedroom is over there. I don’t know how you and H...len play together, but some of these girls were abused before I met them, so I don’t allow pain. You can ask each of them individually about anything you’d like to do, but it’s up to them to agree or disagree.”“Not a problem,” she assured him. “Helen enjoys a little bit of pain, but I’m not really into it. She also likes to be tied up,” Meredith said. I know this because she had absolutely no ideahow many dresses and high heels I owned. As I pulled shoebox aftershoebox out from under my bed, she started laughing uncontrollably.When the last box was out, she took my hand and led me to her and dad'sroom and told me to look under the bed. The entire space was filledwith shoeboxes."Like mother, like daughter," I giggled just as dad returned. He rolledhis eyes like a teenage girl."Shit, don't tell me Susie has a shoe addiction too. I hope. It’s like you wrote in your journal about your future somehow being tied to you and me being together.”“It still makes no sense, Squirt, but I really do believe that. Whatever there is between us is key to who you are and who I am and who we will be in the future. You’re right about that.”“I know, Big Brother,” she said softly. “Are you still scared? Scared about us?”“No, I’m not. I’m completely at peace with our relationship.”“Good. That’s what I wanted to hear,” her face beaming.“I’m going to. "Yes!" I said."How bad?" Bad! I need to taste it!" What are you willing to do for it?" she said, leaning back and stroking the bulge in my pants."Whatever you want!" I was hoping you'd say that!" She grabbed my wrists, one at a time and lashed them to the headboard with a couple of her father's old ties. With my arms extended, spread-eagle fashion, I was now powerless to stop her from doing whatever she wanted, no matter how kinky. She removed her panties and, wadding them up, stuffed them in.