Her cries of "Let me go daddy!" filled the air but I was able to keep her under control. Soon I had wrapped the belt around her right wrist and then s...ized the left and did the same. I lifted her up and draped the tail end over the horizontal pole. Soon I had her arms above her head tied into place. I made sure the belt wasn't too tight, just tight enough to hold her for now.I stood back to take a look at my handiwork. Christine was quite a sight. She was stretched out on the pole which caused. "He needs to stop getting so drunk," Morgan told her boyfriend. He just shrugged telling her that Bill is who he is, a drunk asshole. Walking away, she shook her head, and went into the den, where a passed out Bill was on the couch. Being ever the nice motherly host, she grabbed a blanket and put it over Bill. Without warning, Bill's hand went up the inside of her thigh. It was so fast, she had no time to stop the wandering limb as his finger pushed her shorts against her womanhood. Her hand. He'd called me girl and bitch for the better part of a month and while I had grown fond of those terms and knew he wouldn't stop addressing me as such completely, I also knew that once he'd named me I was that much further from my pervious life."I'm going to call you Dare." He smiled and held up one silvery pendant for me to see and it was stamped with the four simple letters.I might have spoken then, for the first time in two weeks, and said my name; but I didn't want to. It was better to hear. I felt a bit of dry friction as it moved inside me, my juices not having fully lubricated it yet. I rolled it around allowing my wetness to cover it to make for easier sliding. I pushed the full length of the attachment inside me till I could feel the tip of the vibrator underneath press against my opening. Using the other hand, I turned the vibrator on to its low setting. My skin instantly prickled as the low hum of the vibrator shook the toy. The pleasure was instant and at first.