'Honey, I want you to hold very still while the man cums in your face, okay?' Jenny Devallo looked at her youngest daughter intently. 'It's very important you try to keep your eyes open.'

The naked girl nodded. Then she asked: 'Do I have to have my mouth open too?'

'Of course you do, Danielle,' said Danielle's father, Jeff. 'You always have to keep your mouth open in bukkake shots. We told you that.'

'Unless you're wearing a gag,' said Davina solemnly to her younger sister. Davina, who was ten years older than Danielle, nodded as if she was imparting great wisdom.

'Will I be gagged?' Danielle searched the three faces looking down at her.

'That's up to Miss Edley,' smiled the mother. 'She's the photographer so she decides.'

'Okay,' nodded the naked child. 'I guess I'm ready. Are my arms tied properly?'

'So many questions, honey!' Jenny squatted by the small child and turned her round. 'Let me see... yes. Elbows look good.'

'And wrists too,' said the father.

'Rope across your shoulders and upper arms looks a bit loose to me,' said Davina. She wedged her finger between her younger sister's upper arm and the ropes around them. 'Yep, loose.'

Jenny sighed. 'Well, we better get you ready properly, sweetheart. We don't want people to think you don't know how to be tied up properly.' She began untying the knot.

'Listen up, people, can we have Danielle on set please?' called the photographer's assistant from where he had finished adjusting one of the lights. 'Miss Edley's ready to begin now.'

Jeff looked over to the other side of the studio. The other girl who was appearing in this child bondage bukkake series was already being knelt in place, a black girl with her arms bound to her body. Taller than Danielle and with obvious breasts, tight ropes cutting across them to squeeze the large red-brown nipples up and out. A girl not much older than Davina was fluffing them up, rubbing them with a colorless cream to make them glisten and stay hard.

Meanwhile Miss Edley, a tall, athletic looking woman who owned the studio, was picking up one of the three cameras she would use.

'We haven't got time' said the man, noting the twenty or so muscular and slim young men standing to one side, all naked and all masturbating to get their cocks rigid.

'Then cinch her arms, through here,' said Davina, indicating that they could get a single strand of rope under the child's armpits and cinch it off to tighten the ropes.

'Perfect,' enthused Jenny. 'You know I love it when the family is so helpful. Pass me the rope Jeff and I'll do it now.'

It took no more than a few moments to tie the rope tight, pulling in the bonds round the small girls upper arms, an making Danielle wince in the process. 'Hurt?' asked Danielle's father.

'Uh-huh,' gasped the eight year old.

'Oh, that's fine,' smiled Jenny. 'Now, just go and do your best to look eager for all that spunk.' She tapped her daughter of the tip of her cute nose. 'And I want to see a big dollop there. Remember we all love you and we want you to be the best child bondage model ever.'

'Yes mommy,' said Danielle, tuning to walk to the pool of bright lights and the naked black girl already having her ankles tied to the long pole across the back of her heels by the black girl's mom. There was, of course, room next to the black child for Danielle.

'Good luck,' called Jeff after his daughter.

'Open wide and tongue out,' shouted Davina.

---

The black woman who had bound all the two girls ankles to the pole came over and stood next to Jenny. 'Your daughter's real cute,' she said. 'Young too.'

'Thankyou, and yes she is young,' said Jenny turning her gaze away from the sight of yet another young man squirting his jet of cum into Danielle's face, adding to the rivers of white semen already cascading down her face, dripping off her chin. 'Danielle's just turned eight. We wanted to get her into bondage modeling early.'

'I wish I had,' sighed the large black one, looking over at two males simultaneously pumping their jism on to her own child's face. 'LaTora's fourteen and we didn't start until she was twelve. Course she's got the boobs now - well, bigger and heavier, like mine were at her age,' the black woman indicated her own large bust, 'but there's always more work for the flat-chested ones.'

'I guess,' said Jenny, 'though I think LaTora has a great pair of teen tits. I expect you get a lot of teacher and student lesbian work for her right?'

'Yeah, some. I worry though.'

'Why?'

'Oh silly thing I guess. That she isn't getting enough tying up. The schoolroom stuff is just undressing some older woman and worshipping her pussy. You can't see LaTora's face much when it's buried in some goddamn hairy muff.' The woman laughed easily.

Jenny laughed too, beginning to like this plump but cheerful woman. 'Hey, have you asked Miss Edley if you could combine bondage and lesbian school ma'am scenes?'

'I mentioned it, but she just wants to do bondage and bukkake.'

The two mothers looked over towards their bound daughters. Danielle was having her head held back by one man while another was jerking off furiously in her face. Miss Edley was in close with a camera, capturing the moment of maximum emission and the small girl's reaction. Jenny was pleased to see her child opening her mouth wide but hear Miss Edley saying, 'Come on, honey, eyes open... no screwing your cute face up.'

Danielle was trying, but clearly with semen running down her forehead already finding it hard. She was blinking awaiting the full force of the man's ejaculation.

'Damn, wish I'd tied their knees,' said the black woman, shaking her head. 'Kinda looks bad not to have them bound there.' She watched her daughter take a jet of cum in her mouth, tongue out fully so it lay on it. The photographer's assistant had another camera and was getting a shot or two of that. He was saying: 'Okay, good... now swallow.'

LaTora did, slowly with a grin, a moment before a fresh whip lash of semen hit her nose and cheeks.

'My name's Alana,' said the black woman, offering her hand to the smaller white woman next to her.

Jenny took it and said: 'Hi, I'm Jenny. That's my husband Jeff and eldest daughter Davina, over there. The two kissing.'

'Hey, he's getting on with her well. They fuck?'

'Sure. Your husband here?'

'Nah. No good jerk,' she chuckled, her big boobs heaving in the low cut top she wore. 'He left me and LaTora years ago so hey, I needed the cash so here's me and my daughter. How'd you get into this?'

'Well we start -'

Jenny didn't get very far. The photographer's assistant was clapping his hands, Miss Edley moving away. 'Okay people, the men need a break to recharge and we just want to get some lick and kiss pictures of the girls then we'll have lunch.'

'Won't take long,' said Alana. 'Just a few lickin' spunk off shots.'

'We've never done this before. Lots of bondage photo shoots but not this. What will they do over lunch?'

'Oh, the men'll let their balls fill again, Miss Edley'll set up more lights ready for the afternoon. We all go get something to eat.'

'And the girls?'

Alana chuckled again. 'Nah, they stay like that. They'll probably wipe their faces if they haven't licked all the cum off each other and then gag 'em. They'll be okay like that.' Another grin. 'If Miss Edley's feeling good she might leave the light's on them, make them kneel there and sweat some.'

'I see.' Jenny nodded. 'I hope my girl doesn't get too hot.'

'Probably will, ' grinned the woman. 'But that's' the contract: while they're here they have to do what Miss Edley says. So we may as well go and get some food. An' leave your husband and eldest to get on with it.' She laughed as she nodded over to Jeff and Davina, who were now into some heavy petting.

The young woman who had fluffed up both sets of nipples on the bound girls had a camera of her own and was taking photos of the father and teenage daughter, but they didn't seem to mind. In fact, they seemed to be trying to give the female some good angles.

Jenny sighed. 'Huh, family! I guess they will be down to business soon.'

'I know a great little diner across the street,' enthused Alana. 'Let's go and get to know each other better there and leave all these folk to it.'

---

'I guess it was Davina who started it in her own way,' said Jenny as she sipped her coffee. 'Without her I don't suppose we'd ever have known.'

'You mean, you had no idea what Danielle was like?' The big black woman was sat opposite Jenny in a quiet corner of the diner she favored.

'I wouldn't say she was like anything. If you mean did we know Danielle was into bondage, well my honest answer would have to be no idea - and no plans for it. All this... this tying up, just emerged.'

'So what you do to persuade the little lady?'

'Well, let me tell this story as it happened. Then you can see how Jeff and I discovered the whole thing and what we did about it.'

'Tell away, sister. I love a good story. I'm going to order me another big coffee and settle back.' Alana chuckled and glanced at her watch. 'Guess there's no point in us rushing back for a while yet. Them girls ain't goin' noplace. They'll just be just sweating under the lights.'

Jenny smiled. Alana had an infectious grin and captivating chuckle and the white woman was glad they could talk. As soon as two large coffees had been delivered, Jenny began. 'Okay, I don't want to start with that hoary old "It was a dark and stormy night," but it was...'

---

It was, really, a dark and stormy night. The trouble was the kids couldn't sleep - well, Danielle at least though that wasn't surprising as she was only four at the time.

We couldn't sleep because the window in the attic had a broken catch. Jeff was always going to fix it but never got round to it. Tonight he wished he had as it was banging like crazy and he had to get up to see to it.

Like I say, the catch was gone and he couldn't stop it swinging open. He came downstairs grumbling and went to find a length of rope in the garage and came back to tell me he was planning to tie the window shut.

I remember him standing in the bedroom in his slippers and dressing gown with the rope in his hands and Danielle came in. Now Danielle was a sweet kid back then but if she woke in the night and it was stormy she always wanted to climb in to our bed.

She stood there, rubbing her eyes, clutching Mr Panda and said - and I can hear it as plain as anything now - 'Is that for me?'

Both Jeff and I stared at her. I thought maybe the wind had made it sound as if she said that.

But it wasn't. 'Is that rope for me,' she repeated. 'Gonna tie me up?'

Kids say the damndest things and normally you'd just laugh it off. But we didn't. Jeff looked at me and I looked at him and we both just knew.

God knows what we knew or how we knew, but there was something about this that defied any logic and I swear there was this kind of electricity in the room.

'Honey, listen' I began but I didn't know what to say. But also I knew my daughter. She was serious. Danielle just dropped Mr Panda right there - and she never let go of her panda bear when it was bedtime - and put her hands behind her back. Just like that.

I have to say we could have laughed it off, told her not to be silly, sent her back to her own bed. Could have done anything.

But Jeff did it - he did what I guess all three of us wanted. Without a word he just stepped up behind Danielle and simply tied her hands behind her.

I stared at him and her but to my astonishment she didn't shout or bawl or struggle. She just hopped on the bed next to me as she usually did when she wanted to share the big bed for the night. I did as I always did and flipped the covers back so she could slip down the center. Where she usually lay when she invaded on a sleepless night.

Jeff shucked off his dressing gown and slid in on his side of the bed and just shrugged. But he was like me, all aroused.

Thing was that Danielle wasn't rolling around or fidgeting or kicking. She seemed to go straight to sleep, just as if she was real content. Now that was weird: her sleepless nights meant we had sleepless nights with her wriggling and talking all night between us. But not this time.

Even more amazing was the wind had died down and the old window wasn't rattling anymore. I guess that simple bit of tying up settled all kinds of things!

So we slept, though I know Jeff was awake early like I was and we just stared at each other over Danielle. Guess we were aroused because we eased the covers back to look at our daughter lying asleep with her hands all bound behind her. Then we got out of bed quietly and went and fucked in the shower. Like animals, I guess, me bent over and him ramming me hard. And all the while our daughter sleeping peacefully with her hands tied behind her.

When we had finished screwing I went back and untied Danielle - she was still sound asleep - and she slowly stirred and woke up. You know, it was weird, feeling sexually satisfied from a hard fuck and still being aroused as I undid the knots. I was also both pleased to see Jeff had tied her quite firmly but higher up above her wrists so there was no circulation problems.

Over breakfast Danielle didn't mention anything: we figured she must have thought it all a dream. Life was normal.

That night, when we were in bed together and the kids were asleep in their own beds, Jeff and I fucked like crazy again. We were both so aroused that it soon was clear why we were both so horny. We talked as we screwed and we talked of one thing: tying Danielle up.

And this was the crazy thing - it was only Danielle. Not Davina. Our eldest was real pretty, and had a neat figure for a fourteen year old but she never was part of it. All Jeff and I talked about, all night, was tying up our youngest. Hell, she was two weeks off being four and we wanted to tie her up.

The next day we felt guilty about being so open. I guess parents do when they have lewd thoughts about their kids. Jeff and I had never done anything like that before, never talked about using them sexually. But suddenly we were hot. We couldn't get tying up our youngest out of our minds.

Danielle didn't show any signs of anything - and we were both watching and listening in case she did. I think Jeff and me were both on edge in case she announced she had told someone. But Davina didn't show any signs of knowing anything and we figured Danielle might whisper something to her.

The thing was we didn't know whether we should say anything to Danielle. I rehearsed conversations with her in my head, things like "hey honey, you ever had those weird dreams where you think something's really happened?" Or "Wow, I must have slept funny last night. My arms feel kinda funny." But you can't have long conversations with four year olds like that, and anyway if she didn't mention it why should I?

Jeff had the same kind of thoughts too, it seemed.

Anyway one consequence was Jeff and I started having hard sex on an unprecedented basis. Since Danielle was born I had been too exhausted to have long sex sessions and he had been promoted to a tiring, demanding job. There's nothing like stress to take away any sexual urge. We used to laugh and say kids and work are the two best contraceptives. Now, we were hot. But it had to be about Danielle being tied up.

Jeff even used some rope on me - new rope he'd bought and we kept in the bedroom - saying things like "This is how Danielle will be tied up" and putting me in a hogtie or whatever. Trouble was, it wasn't our child tied up and I wanted to do the tying too. In case you wondered we used to play, before Davina, a few bedroom bondage games so I was used to being tied up. But now... it was all about Danielle.

One night, about a week after the sleepy-head bondage incident as we called it, I was tied up face down on the bed and legs bound apart so Jeff could have easy access to fuck me. He'd tied me down while whispering how Danielle would look that way with her cute little buns on display and hairless slit showing - he was fingering me from time to time as he did it to keep me aroused and had knotted a cleave gag in my mouth - and Danielle walked in.

No warning, no knock.

'I can't sleep mommy,' she said, clutching Mr Panda. She was standing blinking and bleary-eyed, clutching the bear. But this was weird: she didn't say anything about her mother being stretched out naked and gagged, or her father equally butt-naked and standing over me with a huge erection.

Both Jeff and I just stared at her. 'Daddy,' asked Danielle as if nothing was wrong, 'what's that in Mommy's mouth?'

'Uh... a gag,' croaked Jeff, trying to grab something to hide his stiffie. I think he was pulling on his boxers.

'Uh-huh,' nodded Danielle just looking at me. Then she said: 'Can I have one too, when you tie me up?'

Jeff was dumbstruck. I wasn't much better but I tried to say: 'Honey, go back to bed.' But it was just a series of grunts mostly and anyway, once she was up at night she rarely went back to her own room.

I can recall, clear as anything, Danielle just yawned. Jeff was frantically untying me now but both of us were watching Danielle - probably thinking she would wake up out of this sort of dream state and scream or run away. Then Davina would come stumbling into the room to see what was going on and after the neighbors were woken all hell would break loose.

But Danielle just stood and watched, clutching Mr Panda. As soon as I was free I sat up and grabbed my nightdress. That was when Danielle laughed. 'Mommy! You've still got your gag in!'

I realized with a mixture of horror and amusement that in our haste I'd been left gagged. I started to tug at it but our daughter said: ''S'okay, mom. Looks cute.'

It still came off but I felt this wave of sheer arousal. She liked me gagged? And she wanted one too? I heard Jeff give a gasp as he had the same thought. I also caught sight of his erection too: in the shock of discovery it had wilted but inside his shorts I could see it rapidly hardening. But then, he was about to tie his daughter up again and had the rope in his hand.

I wasn't going to miss out. Not caring that I was naked, I leapt off the bed with the gag ready. 'Open wide for mommy, sweetheart,' I said. Jeff made this groaning noise as she did and he understood he was going to see his little girl gagged.

I don't know what came over me but I pulled the gag tightly into little Danielle's mouth. She gave this small grunt as it went in - not a scream or shock, but more contentment. At least that's how I heard it. I knotted the gag in her mouth as I'd worn it, but there was enough left to wrap round the back of her head and knot it again.

Jeff leapt forward too and pulled her arms behind her. Mr Panda was on the floor and he began tying our daughter's hands behind her. I swear she gave another little happy grunt as her wrists were bound.

I'll never know what came over us but as there was more rope both Jeff and I began tying her more. He started tying her legs and I fastened her elbows behind her. She had her favorite red PJs on and I remember feeling this incredible elation as I wrapped the ropes from her arms and round her chest, seeing the fabric all creased up and pulled in.

Danielle didn't struggle. She just let us tie her. God knows why we were doing what we were with such intensity. For all we knew her idea of being tied up was just her hands behind her and she could have no concept, despite seeing me on the bed and my gag, of what real bondage was.

I guess we could have seriously scared her. Or hurt her. But she was letting us do this and wasn't fighting it.

In a few moments she was tied as well as any child ever has been. She was stood, arms fastened behind her, rope across her chest, legs bound together at knees and ankles, a big gag filling her mouth. Just stood, motionless. Happy, I guess.

Jeff then picked her up and laid her on the bed, on her side so she wasn't lying on her bound arms. He also placed her facing away from us and I knew what was coming, literally. As he moved back towards me I bent over with my legs apart and got one of those slam fucks I was getting to appreciate. I tried not to make a noise as Danielle looked as if she was already drifting off to sleep already, but I couldn't help myself. Jeff grabbed my hair with one hand and reached round me and clamped his other hand over my mouth.

I grunted into my makeshift gag as I had to let Jeff know he was doing just what I wanted, that we were doing exactly what we both wanted with our little daughter.

Danielle never stirred, so when Jeff had dumped his load into me I took the opportunity to get him to rim my ass while I stood and looked at our tightly tied and delightful little girl as I fingered my cum-filled cunt, enjoying the sensation of it dripping down the inside of my thighs as my husband dutifully worked his tongue into my asshole. I must have come three times before I was satisfied.

---

In the morning we woke Danielle and untied her. Reluctantly, you could say. I left the gag until last and eased it out gently. I guess we were waiting for some complaint or objection to how well she'd been bound but she just climbed off the bed and headed to her own room, collecting Mr Panda on the way.

'Holy Jeez,' said Jeff, using his regular expression. 'Did we do what I think we did?'

'Yep,' I sighed. 'And some.'

Fortunately it was a Saturday morning and we didn't have to get up. Davina was sleeping in as she usually did at weekends and the house was quiet. As Danielle was happy to entertain herself in her room - she never got hungry until about ten - Jeff and I took the opportunity to talk about what we'd done, how exciting it was.

We showered together and got ourselves worked up, just talking and soaping and rubbing.

But all that led to more. We were getting so aroused we decided to fuck some more. We did it standing up this time, me pressed up against the wall and wearing my garter belt, black stockings and heels - that always excites Jeff though we didn't need much arousing after what we'd done to Danielle.

For once though we were careless. The bedroom door wasn't closed fully and just as Jeff was squirting himself into me the door swung open. Jeff couldn't see what I could and I gave a shriek of warning, trying to push him away. In his frenzy he thought I was just excited or playing a game and drove harder. Plus he wasn't going to be able to stop himself mid-flow.

I shouted, 'Jeff, no!' and as he finished cumming, turning to see what I was looking horrified at.

It was our eldest, Davina. Just standing there.

But she wasn't standing and staring on her own. Danielle as with her - and our small daughter had something tied in her mouth and was standing, PJ top open, with her hands behind her.

As if they were tied.

---

Breakfast was one weird event. On one side of the table was Danielle and her sister, me and Jeff on the other. I had got dressed hastily and still had my garter belt, stockings and heels on but, get this, no pants under my skirt. No bra either under my sweater. Jeff had pulled on his sweats and an old top.

Davina was in her PJs and next to her was Danielle in hers too, though it had been unbuttoned at the front and her little flat chest was showing. It might have passed for a normal Saturday morning in some households except that Danielle was still cuffed and gagged.

Cuffed? yeah, right. I don't know how she did it but Danielle had found or been given some old play handcuffs but they'd jammed when she'd put them on. The gag was all her doing and something was wedged in her mouth. Turned out to be a pair of socks. Davina's socks.

This we found out was what was going on. Davina, who refused to let us either take her sister's gag off or try to release her from the handcuffs, wanted to know what was going on with us and Danielle.

Sure, I know it's confusing. But Davina was annoyed with me and her father. It's a long story but basically Danielle had been in some trouble with her older sister a couple of months before. I remember the incident: Davina had saved for some make-up but Danielle had tried it out first. It was sister squabble stuff but I had to intervene. Even threaten them with their father.

What we didn't know was that Davina decided on a punishment for Danielle. A couple of days later she had tied her little sister up, using an old pair of toy handcuffs with the release catch filed down, so you couldn't take it off yourself. Danielle had, apparently complained, so the gag went in. She had been tied to a chair and left.

Now for some reason Danielle discovered she liked it. She began to pester her sister to tie her up some more. Davina had said no, calling her names like pervert and slut, but given way - well, Danielle can be very persistent. So it became their game, and a secret. Davina made Danielle swear she would never tell anyone about what they did.

Then, one stormy night, Danielle couldn't sleep. You know the rest on that score.

Davina however didn't know about what her sister was doing with us. When she woke that particular Saturday morning she found her kid sister trying to get into the toy cuffs. Davina was annoyed and said if her sister wanted to be tied up then she would. I don't know how it came up in their conversation but Danielle apparently told her big sister that she'd been tied up all night by her mom and dad. Davina was mad enough to gag her sister and with our bedroom door open, she could hear us screwing. So she marched Danielle in to see us.

So here we were sat at the kitchen table. Davina wanted to know why we wanted to tie Danielle up. We wanted to know why she thought tying up her sister in the first place was a good idea.

Danielle just sat quietly, almost as if she was enjoying being this bizarre center of attention.

Davina had said what Jeff and me did was all sick. It was okay to tie kids up but not for sex. We said we hadn't used her for sex. Anyway, how come Danielle had her PJ's open at the front, we asked?

Our eldest got defensive. She actually colored up, which was rare for her. Davina wouldn't say why she had undone the front of Danielle's PJs. At least not at first. She tried to deflect things by talking about Jeff and I humping away but Jeff - she always takes notice of what her dad says - soon got it out of her.

She liked stroking her sister's little nipples.

That was when I remembered one morning a couple of weeks before all this began, seeing Danielle flee out of her sister's bedroom with her PJ's open at the front. I guess I must have almost caught them in a way, though there was no sign on Danielle of any rope or even toy cuffs. I just thought she was being the way small kids are. Now I know! In fact, I mentioned it to Davina and she just shrugged. But she colored up a little more.

I turned to Danielle - I can't believe even now we had just left her cuffed and gagged through all this - and asked her to nod if she liked her sister touching her chest. I think I said nipples, and wondered if our youngest knew what that was. But she did. She nodded. Funny thing is, I could have taken her gag out so she could answer normally but I guess no one wanted to.

The discussion between Davina, her father and me went on for a while longer. We talked about tying up. It was almost as if we had all accepted that Danielle was being tied and would be again. Apart from giving her the occasional glance to check if she was okay we carried on as if she wasn't there. But after a few minutes Davina said we wouldn't know how to tie anyone up anyway.

Jeff got as he does when challenged. He gets a little loud and began tapping on the table to make his point. Davina might take notice of him but she also knows how to crank him up. He said he had tied two girlfriends up before me (which was news to me - I thought it had been only one) and he'd even tied me up on our wedding night. If I recalled that wasn't strictly true but it wasn't time to argue.

'But you haven't tied any kids up,' Davina retorted.

'Of course we have,' I snapped back for Jeff, who can get a tad tongue-tied when flustered with Davina. 'Ask Danielle.'

'She can't answer,' smirked Davina.

'So... so we tie her now,' said Jeff. 'Right here. I'll get the rope and we'll see who can tie her up.'

It was a challenge and like most red-blooded males couldn't say no to a waving red rag. He stormed off to get the rope.

'You're cranking him up,' I said to Davina when he'd left the room.

'Sure. But it's fun. Anyway, I want to see what you do with it.'

'Danielle's your sister,' I reminded her sharply. 'Don't call her it!' -The last thing I wanted was a family row. But that was stupid of me as Danielle was gagged pretty well and wouldn't talk back and was hardly in a position to remove her gag herself.

I glanced at Danielle who just sat and looked at us. Still not struggling.

Her father arrived back with the rope he'd used on me and Danielle in the night. We discussed whether he should do it alone or if I'd help. In the end we agreed that we should each have a turn at tying Danielle up.

'Just one thing,' said Davina. 'She's got to be naked.'

I opened my mouth to say it was bad enough having her top exposed but Jeff was already agreeing with his eldest. I was outvoted. The cuffs came off Danielle but the gag stayed in and she was told her father would be the first to tie her. Then me and finally Davina. I can't remember asking if it she was okay with it all but the girl just nodded. She began, without being told, to get out of her PJs.

I looked at Jeff's pants and could see he was gaining an erection at seeing his youngest daughter naked. Strange to say, I was getting aroused myself, though maybe more because I thought Jeff would want me bent over the kitchen table soon. Especially as he knew I hadn't got any pants on with my stockings and heels.

Once Danielle was naked (and even I have to say that while I'm no pervert the sight of my youngest child naked and gagged and ready to be tied up gave me one hell of a rush between my legs) Jeff got to work. Part of me wondered where he got his ideas from about tying up but I stood and watched (and thought about toying with myself as I did so but I didn't want to faze Davina) as he told our small child to get up on the kitchen table and lie face down

Danielle never ceased to amaze me. She did so without any hesitation. She reminded me of some pliant little doll, her limbs waiting for someone to manipulate them to some new, even painful position. Well, I guess she - and us all - were about to find out how compliant.

Jeff took Danielle's arms and tugged them together behind the child's back. He also took her legs and eased hem wide. With a jolt it struck me that she was going to be bound in some position like mine on the bed, face down and legs apart ready to be fucked. I almost said: 'You're not going to screw her, are you?' But I didn't. A little part of me even wanted to see that, I'm ashamed to say.

But Jeff was more interested in securing his daughter at the moment. Maybe just wanted to show Davina that he could humiliate the girl by tying her up so her slit was on show. He was tying Danielle's wrists and elbows together and running the rope round and under the table. Danielle to her credit just lay there accepting it and didn't even try to close her legs. Before long her father got round to those too. He tied her legs above her knees to the table and then, having knotted the rope off under the table, then folded Danielle's little legs back up to her bubble butt. In a moment he lashed - there isn't any other word for it - the girl's ankles to her upper thighs and then ran the long spare length of rope up and tied it off round his daughter's neck.

I gasped - not just for Danielle's safety but also the surge of heat in my cunt. Hell, I'd never been that aroused before ever.

'Don't worry,' said Jeff, recognizing a mother's concern for her offspring. 'Her ankles won't move and it isn't tight enough to choke her.'

That was when Davina said: 'Maybe that's what Mom wants.' My eldest was grinning at me, almost wickedly.

I gasped again, and this time made no effort to stop myself pushing my and up my skirt. I would recommend any woman who likes to get excited to think about going round in skirt and no pants. It saves a whole bunch of time. I also didn't care what Davina thought. Hey, anyone who plays with a four-year old's nipples while they're bound and gagged isn't going to be too worried about a woman playing with herself!

Jeff smiled at me and suggested we sit and enjoy the view, as he called it. So there we were, all sat round so we could see Danielle's exposed cunny and all playing with ourselves. believe me, that was one hot moment: on my left Jeff was frigging off inside his sweats (he didn't for some reason want to expose his cock to Davina), I was sat legs apart and skirt up diddling like crazy and to my right Davina was fingering herself inside her PJs.

God knows how long we sat there, playing with ourselves. But after a while Davina said, her voice all ragged and husky, it was her turn to tie Danielle.

I objected that it was my turn next but Davina said I should wait. See if I could outdo her later. Jeff,as usual, agreed with his eldest so I relented. But I did say that Danielle had to stay on the table. No one argued.

Davina extracted her hand from inside her pants, sniffed her fingers (which looked pretty slicked to me) and then held them under Danielle's nose so she could smell them too. Then she set about re-tying her sister.

To cut a long story short she had Danielle on her back, arms out and tied down and the girl's feet back up over the child's head. Little girls of that age are pretty limber which is a damn good thing: Danielle's nose was almost touching her belly and her ankles were bound apart and tight so her little slit and asshole were on full view. The gag of course hadn't come out and while she had accepted everything silently, forced into this position made even Danielle moan into her gag.

Jeff said the position looked real good and I agreed. But what Davina did next astonished even me. The fourteen year old leant forward, winked at me and her father and put her tongue out. With careful, regular lapping - on both the child's slit and asshole - she began to arouse Danielle. The four year old was wriggling and moaning as the intensity of the licking and tonguing increased. then Davina stood back and said we should all do it to her. Her words were: "We should honor her by worshipping her cuntlet and butt"

Jeff did it first and then me, and sure, we all masturbated furiously as we did it. It's weird, licking your own daughter's sweet little holes, but wonderful. The tastes are just exquisite! Once I started I couldn't stop. Hell, I'm sure I made Danielle cum! I know I came twice as I did it.

Then when we'd all done it was my turn to tie Danielle. Which is when I sprang my surprise.

'Danielle stays like that for an hour. In the meantime we all leave the kitchen. Then I come back in a while and prepare her. I'll call you two in when she's done and you can see her.'

Davina and Jeff nodded. This had been so far a wonderful contest and I wanted to do something that would top it off. Jeff even said: 'I'm bushed and I need a rest. I have to go to the Mall anyway.'

'I'll come with you, dad' grinned Davina. 'Then we can come back later and see what Mom's dreamed up.'

It felt strange, waving them off from the door once they'd showered and dressed, all the while my youngest daughter tied up and gagged in her painful and exposed position. She was still there, naked on the table behind me as I said goodbye. But I needed time and this was going to be good. I wanted to talk to Danielle too, and needed her to do something for me.

I could hardly wait.