"Good. And you trust me, right?" Of course I do, sweetie." My adrenaline raced. This was the first time she asked me about trusting her."Ok. I want yo... to put this on." From behind her back, she revealed a leather blindfold. Very simple in its design, yet it appeared worthy for the task."Before you do, take off your clothes. Fold them neatly and put them over there."My eyes followed in the direction where she pointed. I started to rip off my clothes."Slow down, Sydney. There's no need to. I suggested we find a nice restaurant and go out again, but Tess declared it a Lean Cuisine night, so we all just got comfortable and dined on Sesame Chicken -- five of them, among the three of us.We walked along the "beach" for a couple of miles, dipping our feet in the surf and side-stepping the debris and dead sea life as we went. There were practically no sea shells to be had (Kim complained bitterly about that) and Tess explained that Western Florida -- the Gulf Coast -- was far, far. I figured they would appreciate the extra time.I pulled up to Paige’s cabin and knocked on the door. She looked surprised when she answered the door. “Master, I wasn’t expecting anyone for another hour at least. I haven’t had time to get Sophia any dinner yet.”“It’s alright, pet, I came over early to see if you would like to join us for dinner as well,” I told her. “She didn’t get to spend much time with Hope yesterday, so I thought they would enjoy a chance to catch up.”“DADDY-MASTER!” Sophia. She hadn't stopped scribbling on the chore list since I began the task of the morning foot rub, but I couldn't think of that list and it's new additions at this moment, as her flicks of my nipple became more nonchalant, but firmer, completely unrythmed. I must have looked ridiculous to almost anyone else.On my knees, at the foot of her bed, her feet in my face, me with a red bowtie around my skinny neck and a waist apron covering my caged penis, which was now straining against its confinement.