" But mom, I want to go to the party!" 10-year-old Ashley screamed much louder than needed.

" You're too young sweetie. This is a... uh, adult party."

" I want to go!"

" Honey, she wants to go, let her go." George said to his wife as he came into the room.

" George, she's not ready."

" No time like the present to learn, Jean."

" You're the boss."

George walked over to his daughter. She'd grown a lot in the last year and was a real beauty.

" Ashley, you understand, this party could last several hours and once you're all fixed up, they'll be no turning back until we get home, no matter what. Do you understand?"

" Yes daddy!"

" Fine, then. I'll get the equipment."

Ashley's mother was incredibly beautiful, with a figure any tall, busty, showgirl would kill for.

" I wish my boobies were big like yours, mom."

" They will be sweetie. If not, we'll get you some nice implants. In any case, be proud of what you have. I wish I had your tight little butt. Here, I had this dress made for you last year. I sort of anticipated this coming one day soon. But first, we have to get your hair and makeup set. Then of course, we'll need to get you plugged properly."

Ash stripped down naked like her mother as Jean produced two devices with straps. One was about half the size of the other.

" Let's do me first." Jean said.

Jean used some special gel to coat the prods before inserting them. Ashley was amazed the huge plugs fit.

" Wow! That's going... inside me?"

" You know you have to be plugged for the party, silly."

" Doesn't it hurt?"

" I'm sure it will at first. Mine did. Of course, I've gotten used to it by now. The problem is your father keeps getting bigger sizes about the time I get used to... ummph. There, all in. Whew! Mostly, it will very uncomfortable. Having second thoughts?"

" A little."

" Too late now. Bend over pumpkin"

" Hey! Mine only has one plug."

" Of course. You're still a virgin aren't you? You get one rectal plug and a butterfly."

" What's a butterfly?"

" You'll find out."

" Ohhhh! It's cold!"

" Stop squiggling about!" Jean said as she slapped her daughter hard on the ass.

" Owww... it's too big mom!"

" That's just because you're not used to anything in your booty-hole. Get used to it. Your daddy's a lot bigger than this."

" What's that mean?"

" It means that from now on you can't get by with just rubbing daddy's pole until he squirts like you used to. He's going to want to stick it in most of the time."

" Both holes?"

" Yes. And actually, it's three holes."

'I'm not doing that! Lori said it tastes yuckie!"

" Of course not baby. It's your choice." Jan said with a sly smile. If only she had a dollar for every young girl who swore she'd never put a penis in her mouth...

Jean continued to push and twist the rubber coated plug into her young daughter, much to Ashley's consternation.

" Ahhhgh! Is it all in yet?"

" Just about... there. All in! how does that feel?"

" It hurts! And I feel like I have to poop really bad!"

" Pooping is one thing you definitely can't be doing tonight."

" Ooohhh!! What are you doing now?"

" I have to find your little clitty."

" Wh... why? Ohhh! That feels... funny!"

" Ahhh. There's the little darling. Now hold still, I need to rub it a little."

" Arghh! Why?"

" To make it bigger for the butterfly! Lord, you ask a lot of questions! Be quiet!"

Ashley bit her tongue while her mother continued to rub and massage her clit. Just as it was begining to feel quite good, Jean stopped and, like a mechanic installing a new oil filter, went up under Ashley with the metal device that did indeed look like a little butterfly.

" This may pinch a bit..."

" Owwww!!" Ashley said as she literally stood on her toes in a vain attempt to remove the butterfly.

" Hey, you wanted to be all grown up missy."

" But what's that for?"

Jean had decided not to switch everything on until later.

" You'll see. Let's get dressed."

Ashley's dress was a form fitting, sheer white, number that barely covered her butt. Luckily, the plugs and straps rode up and in so high that they weren't noticeable at all. The real difference was in the top. It attached to one shoulder, but the other side dropped down far enough o leave one breast exposed.

" Hey, my boobie's out in the open!"

" Yes? What's your point?"

" I... guess I don't have one. Feels weird."

Ashley had a fine tan, so hose wasn't necessary, but her mother did make her put on a pair of stiletto sandals with 4" heels.

" These are hard to walk in. And they hurt my feet already."

" Think it's hard now, just wait until you have to balance with no arms."

" What?"

" Wrists are always locked behind. You know that."

Jean's dress was quite a bit different. It was all-black and much thicker. In fact, the top part was basically a bustier that lifted and separated the breasts but left her ample chest fully exposed. The bottom was all-black high-riding panty-like thong that basically covered her plugs and not much else. She added garter-free, sheer black stockings and 5" black stiletto heels.

" Wow, you look awesome! What's next?"

" That's about it until your father comes back... I suppose we could fit you for a ball gag..."

" I have to be gagged? All night?"

" A girl without a gag? Not a chance."

Ashley loved to talk. Having something in her mouth preventing speech all night seemed... excessive. She really was having second thoughts now.

" Can't you just stick a piece of tape over my mouth? I mean, it's our choice isn't it?"

" I wish!" Jean said with a half-snort, half-laugh. " No, your father insists on doing that himself. Wouldn't matter anyway. No matter how big the gag or how tight we strap it in, he's always going to go at least two sizes bigger and two notches tighter."

" I see your telling our little girl all my secrets." George said as he walked in carrying a leather bag.

" Just preparing her darling."

George walked over to his daughter, looking her over. " My goodness, you're gorgeous!"

" Thank you daddy!"

" George, I was thinking we could go with a pair of wrist cuffs this first time." Jean said.

" Hmmm... I was thinking about an arm-binder myself."

" Isn't that a bit strict for her first time?"

" In for a penny, in for a pound." He retorted as he pulled out two arm binders. It went without saying that Jean would wear one.

George quickly and expertly bound the two as they made small talk. He noticed that Ashley kept figeting about.

" What's the matter pumpkin?"

" Mom put a thingie in my poopy-hole and it feels weird. I don't like it."

" That's a shame. You ladies have anything else to say?"

" Not really. I already measured Ashley's mouth and laid out a ball-gag for her over on the bed."

" This little thing?" George said disgustingly as he held the ball up for inspection. " What is she, four?"

It looked like a bowling ball to Ashley, who wanted no part of anything in her mouth anyway.

" I don't want a ball in my mouth daddy!" She pleaded.

" Sweetie... you asked to go and these are the rules. All the other girls at the party will be gagged, so you'll have to be as well. Here, your mother never could pick the right sized gag... ah! Let's go with this one!"

" George no! That's way too big!" Jean said angrily. She'd known that he wouldn't go with what she picked out, but hoped that her choice of size would have influenced him to go with something close. Instead, he'd picked out one at least twice as large.

For his part, George had heard enough out of his wife for tonight. He picked up the gag he'd selected for her and advanced.

Jean gasped and took an involuntary step back. She'd worn this one once or twice before and had named it the hell-gag. It consisted of a wide leather band with a myriad of straps that ran all around her face and head. The band was so wide that it actually went up and under her chin. The worst part was the prod. It was shaped to look exactly like a cock, except this cock was huge in diameter and had an enlarged head. Jean had a full, wide mouth but this thing stretched her oral capacity to the limit... and a bit beyond.

" George no! You know how much I hate ummphghg!!"

Jean tried not to struggle much as she knew that one, it wouldn't matter; and two, it would simply make things worse. With practiced efficincy, George soon had his wife's mouth well-plugged.

" There. That's not so bad is it?" George laughed.

Ghmmmpghg! Jean couldn't do much more than shake her head a bit and grunt.

George had used the hell-gag for a couple of reasons. The first being that, after seeing the gag her mother wore, Ashley wouldn't fear the ball-gag nearly as much. The second was that he wanted to impress the other husbands at the party.

" Your turn, pumpkin. Come sit in my lap."

The beautiful 10-year-old did exactly that, albeit reluctantly.

" Open wide. Really, really wide."

" Daddy, I was thinking that mayb... umbnghmm..."

Ashley felt like her jaws would come unhinged, but George knew what he was doing. He pushed and twisted until the massive white ball seated itself. The ball was so huge, it probably didn't even need to be locked on, but he did anyway.

" How does that feel baby?"

" Ghghgllllll!!

" Good! I left the binding strap a couple of notches looser than I should for a while until you get used to the gag. We'll tighten everything up properly later on."

" Ughggllhhh!!" Tighten? He was going kill her! The strap was cutting her head in half now!

" Everyone ready to go? Oops! Wait... I almost forgot..."

The tiny chain and the little cups were made of pure platinum. The clips inside were much stronger however and despite how beautiful the device was, Jean groaned as her husband lovingly attached it to her exposed nipples. It did look great with her all-black ensemble, but the idea of going all night with her nipples throbbing and pinched wasn't fun at all.

" Don't think I forgot about my little girl!"

It was a tiny silver butterfly. Quite beautiful in appearance.

" Ummm... excuse me pumpkin..."

George bent over and took his daughter's little nubbin of a nipple in his mouth and gently suckled it for a moment or two. Ashley was too stunned to do anything other than sit there. Besides, the kissing felt very good. She noted her daddy must have liked it too as she felt him stiffen up under her. She wished her arms hadn't been locked into the binder. She would have rubbed him there. He always liked that a lot.

With an effort, George pulled his mouth off.

" Ooookayyyy... enough of that."

The nipple was still small, but now it was very pointed and hard. Perfect.

Ashley didn't comprehend what was happening until the pretty little " broach" was clipped on.

" Hmmghghhgrrrrr!!!!"

" Now, we're finally ready to go to the party!"