The Tie-Up Game 2

by hornykate

What other surprise could she conjure up? I didn't answer her question. I was analyzing my feelings as I licked the gusset of my daughter's panties. This was so unexpected. Had we mentioned Mia before? Had she ever figured in our fantasies? No. Not at all. But we had included young girls in fantasy. So I was in no doubt as to 'what I was'. I was a bisexual submissive with pedophilic tendencies. Well, we all need a hobby.

Melanie had clearly taken my silence as acquiescence, as she lifted herself off the bed onto the floor. I heard her soft footsteps over the carpet, the changing acoustics of the room as the door opened, and the sharp click as it closed, rendering the room quiet again. I'll say this for being blindfolded. It improves the hearing.

I heard whispers. I couldn't make out any words. But the whispers were more arousing. It suggested something clandestine. Secrets. Was Melanie already intimate with my daughter? Only then did this thought occur to me. And if so, should I be angry? And was my daughter as innocent as I presumed?

The whispers stopped. I heard cars on the motorway. A distant dog bark. Trains clattering in the nearby depot. There's no such thing as silence. Then the door opened and closed. It was Melanie. Alone. And I felt a little disappointed. She climbed onto the bed, straddled me. I felt her cunt, wet and warm, as she rubbed it across my stomach.

"Do you want your next surprise?" she said quietly. She was giving me a choice, but this was the tie-up game. I didn't want choice, and to her credit, she immediately got the point of my silence. She leant forward so her mouth was against my ear. "You want her dont you." I said nothing. This had to be beyond my control. "You're a fuckin pedo. A pedo fuckin cunt." My heart felt like a hammer on an anvil. My cunt was so wet I felt it must have been soaking the bed-sheets.

There was a quiet knock on the door, which then opened and closed and I knew she'd entered the room, I sensed an extra presence. I couldn't be any more aroused. Melanie's lips were back at my ear.

"There's someone here to see you. Are you my slave?"

I nodded, almost whimpering, almost cumming. She loosened the ribbon that held my right hand, the side of my body that was closest to the door. Why? What was happening? She positioned my arm and hand so it hung slightly over the edge of the bed, my hand palm upward. I allowed myself to be thus manipulated. I was, after all, the slave. I heard more soft foot falls on the carpet as the third person approached. And then my hand felt bare skin. Soft, flawless skin. My hand moved, almost involuntarily, stroking what was clearly a thigh. I ran my fingers up and down its length, as far as I could in my position. I traced my fingers along til I felt the other leg. I caressed the inner thigh. Legs slightly parted. My upturned hand cupped the naked vulva, my finger sliding along an already wet slit. A hairless wet slit. I heard a whimper, a gentle grunt, as my finger slid inside. I kept reminding myself I was the slave. That this was beyond my control. But it wasn't, was it. It was very much within my control.

Melanie's voice in my ear, "Do you know who's cunt you're fingering? Tell me."

My voice was shaky, unreliable, as I whispered my daughter's name.

"Mia, Mia. My God!" Her cunt was now very wet, my finger now sliding in past the second knuckle. I could smell the faint musk of a child's cunt. Not any child's cunt. My child's cunt. Melanie had moved off me, now presumably kneeling on the bed beside my prone body. She was fingering me.

"So wet," she murmured, "you're such a naughty mummy." Then I felt another hand. Smaller. Daintier. A finger, not Melanie's, entering my cunt, a thumb, not Melanie's, rubbing my clitoris.

Being blindfolded, being in complete darkness, I could still kid myself that maybe this wasn't Mia, but I now didn't want to. I WANTED it to be my daughter. I now had two fingers inside her tight little cunt, and she had two fingers inside me. I felt Melanie lean over me to whisper something in Mia's ear, who, in response, suddenly climbed onto the bed. I wondered what was happening, but not for long, as I felt her kneeling near my head. And I felt the smoothness of inner thigh brush over my face as I realized she was straddling me, lowering her baby cunt to my mouth, and I tasted, for the first time, but not the last, my daughter's cunt. I was whimpering like a whipped pup as I licked her hairless little slit, running my tongue along the groove, feeling the nub of her immature clit, making her gasp and moan.

I was vaguely aware that Melanie had whispered something else into Mia's ear at which my daughter placed a hand on either side of my head, grabbed a fistful of my hair and for the first time, spoke.

"Fuck me Mummy. Fuck your little girl." And I did. I slid my tongue inside her soaking cunt, as she came over my face, soaking me with her juices and I felt a sense of joy and completeness.