She turned away from the bras and panties and flipped through the summer dress racks. She came out with something in a floral print. "What do you thin...?" she said, hugging the dress up against herself.What I thought was, I wish I were that dress, and I wish it were me pressed up against her cute little body. And I wondered if I would have much say over what this promised pres-ent of mine would be.Sara immersed herself again in the search for dresses. My attention wandered, and I looked back. It takes a certain amount of effort to suppress a smile or a giggle as she strains to not make a sound. Her front teeth are pressing harder, sinking deeper into her bottom lip. I'm a little afraid she'll hurt herself, but what else is there to do?An idea sneaks slowly into my brain, and it percolates for a few minutes. In my bag, there's a jewel. Something special. Close to my heart. A miracle of mechanical engineering. Powerful, smooth, and rigged for silent running. As well as a vibrator can. With his hands free he stood next to the open door and faced her. ‘It was nice to meet you Melissa,’ he said, extending his hand. ‘I did like your letter.’ She felt a current run up her arm and her body respond as her hand was enveloped in his. His clasp was warm and firm. ‘Goodnight Daniel,’ she said. Using his first name gave her a feeling of intimacy. Without another word he got into his truck and with a quick wave and half smile he was gone. As she drove home she tried to analyze her. That was at five o’clock in the afternoon and it was now eleven o’clock at night.I walked up the stairs. I was a little tired but I knew that Mom needed me so I made my way down to the end of the hall and opened her bedroom door.She was naked and twisted into a pretzel, lying on her bed. She was a sight to see. Her breasts had been bound in coils of rope, her arms were bound in front with nylon straps and a piece of plastic pipe was forced threw her elbows and across her back forcing her chest.