It's now that night -- after 'performing' their game in front of their parents and uncle, and after their uncle treated them to dinner -- and Emma and Tyler are sitting on his bed talking about lots of stuff: food, TV, sports, friends, school -- you name it. At first, it seems, they avoid mentioning 'the game'. When they are both lying down facing each other, with their heads resting on Tyler's pillow only an inch or two away, Tyler brings the issue up.

"So was it okay today? Our game?"

"Yeah, it was fun," she answers.

"You're not upset with me for forcing you to continue? And the way I did that?"

She tousles his hair with her finger. "Nah, I told you -- I'm glad you did that."

Tyler chuckles. "Okay, I'm glad too. So which thing did you like being locked to more -- that frame you were on the first time? Or the pole thing we used today?"

She thinks. "I can't say, really -- they were both good. It's good to be able to change, though, and not just use the same thing all the time."

"Yeah, I thought so too."

They just smile at each other for a while. Emma lets out a yawn.

"Oh, that thing I did to you at the end -- taking your swimsuit off -- I hope you're not too upset about that... maybe I went a little too far... but you know I was careful that nobody could see anything, I didn't even look myself. Anyway that was just a special thing, I don't think I'll be doing stuff like that often."

"You know, that was fun too -- I would have been upset if you'd let them see me naked, but teasing me like that, scaring me into thinking you would and almost doing it, but not doing it in the end -- made it exciting for me. Just knowing that I'm only this close from being completely naked in front of everyone and not being able to do a single thing to prevent it really makes my heart beat fast. Thanks for taking care of my privacy though and not looking or showing them."

He kisses her on the forehead. "I guess I should tell you the truth... I was very careful not to let anyone else see, and I did my very best not to look myself, but it was really hard not to... and when I pulled your bathing suit away from your butt to cover you up with my hand I accidentally did get a peak at your butt... but nobody else saw. I hope you're not mad about that."

She laughs. "Well, just try not to do it again." She's surprised that she doesn't really mind about that. In a way, I guess, she feels they're even now, since she got a bit of a peak of the tip of his butt when they were doing the back massages in her bed.

The twins fall asleep cuddled together -- still in their day-clothes. They don't wake until the morning, and notice they've been covered with a blanket. Tyler surprises her with a quick kiss on the lips before they come out from under the blanket and go get ready for school.

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Emma rushes home from school hoping that Tyler will be there. She's not really planning to play their game again that day -- it's fun, but she doesn't feel the need to do it every day. Also she has a lot of homework to do. But she's hoping that he'll be there so they can hang out together, chat, maybe even do their homework together like the other day.

Emma closes the front door behind her. "Hello, Tyler, are you home?" she calls out as she locks it. She's disappointed that she doesn't hear a response. She puts her schoolbag down and kicks off her shoes. Getting the urge to give her feet some freedom, she pulls off her socks as well. Then she makes her way to the bathroom to relieve herself.

Just as she's standing up from the toilet Tyler knocks on the door and tries to open it. "Emma? Can you unlock the door? I have something to give you."

"Oh, okay," she says, pulling her jeans skirt back into place. She unlocks the door letting Tyler in, then she finishes straightening up her clothes and washes her hands.

"Hi," she says as he enters. "I called out 'hello' but didn't hear you -- I thought you weren't home..."

"No time for chit-chat now, Emma. I'm kinda busy. In a few minutes we'll be able to talk. Here," he says, handing her a black plastic bag. "Take your clothes off and put this on -- come out when you're ready."

"Oh," she says, peaking into the bag, seeing what appears to be yet another new swimsuit. "Well, um, I'm not..." She intends to say, 'I'm not sure we can play our game today, I have lots of homework.'

But Tyler cuts her off mid-sentence. "We'll talk in a few minutes, Emma. I'm busy now. Just put it on and come out." And he leaves the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

Emma's somewhat surprised, and disappointed they weren't able to talk or hug or anything. She shrugs to herself and starts removing her clothes. 'I guess I can do my homework in a swimsuit... just because I'm wearing this doesn't mean we're playing 'the game' again,' she thinks to herself.

Standing there naked, Emma's again surprised when she removes the bathing-suit from the bag. It's not the kind of bathing-suit her mother would normally buy for her.

It's a one-piece swimsuit but with a big oval cut out of it both in front and in back. The print on the material is beautiful, though, Emma thinks. The top part is a colorful flower print, while the bottom part is plain black. 'Okay, I'll wear this if this is what he wants,' she thinks to herself. Looking at herself in the mirror, she's not sure if she looks cute or silly with her stomach revealed like that. Before opening the door she notices something else in the bag -- it's a little piece of bright-pink fabric, which she assumes is a 'cover-up' for her to tie around her waist, giving her a little bit more modesty. She's touched by Tyler's consideration, mentally thanks Tyler for that, and ties it around her hips, making sure it doesn't block her stomach or back from view, knowing Tyler's expecting to see them completely.

"Tyler, I'm wearing it," she calls out after she leaving the bathroom.

"Coming," Tyler calls out in return. He reaches her in the hallway. "Wow, you look adorable!" he says and gives her a hug, for which she's grateful. "Do you like it?"

"Yeah, it's pretty," she says. "Thanks Tyler!" And she kisses him on the cheek.

"I didn't realize this came with it though," he says, tugging at the little cover-up. "Well I guess you can keep it on for the time being. Now come with me." He takes her hand and leads her in the direction of the garage.

"Um, Tyler," she begins again, intending to tell him that as much as she'd like to, she doesn't think she can play their game that day.

But he cuts her off again, gently pinching her lips together between his thumb and index-finger. "I told you, we'll have time to talk in a minute. Right now just keep quiet and come with me. I want to show you something."

So she allows her brother to lead her into the garage. Her heart skips a beat when they arrive and she sees what's in front of her.

The curtain dividing the garage is still there. The chairs are gone. The only thing on this side of the curtain is the platform and pole contraption from last time -- except this time, attached at the top to the pole and suspended a few inches above the platform -- is what Emma could describe only as a 'bird-cage' made exactly to her size!

Tyler leaves her standing at the entrance to the garage and walks over towards the suspended cage. "Tyler," Emma tries to get his attention.

"In a minute, Emma," he says, unlocking and opening the small cage door. Emma's quite surprised that he's not even letting her get a word in!

Tyler walks back to Emma. "Oh, you don't really need this, do you?" he asks rhetorically, removing the cover-up without asking. As an afterthought he removes her watch too, pocketing it. He tosses the cover-up to the side and then lifts Emma up over his shoulder -- holding her legs in his hands, with her head and torso draped over his back!

"Tyler, wait," Emma tries, again. But Tyler ignores her and feeds her legs through the cage's small doorway. Gently but quickly he lowers her inside the cage. "Tyler," she says again, holding a hand out to block the cage door from being closed. But Tyler puts his hand on hers and pushes it back into the cage, and then quickly closes the door. A few clicks later and, quite surprised, frustrated and dumbfounded, Emma knows she's not getting out!

"There! All safe and sound in your cage, my pet!" Tyler says with a big smile of triumph as he reaches through the bars and pokes her bare tummy. "I just love the way you look right now!"

Bewildered, Emma says, "But Tyler..."

"Oh yes, sweetie, you had something you wanted to say. Well go ahead -- I have a minute now."

"I... I..." Emma looks at the big smile on his face and thinks of all the trouble he went to, to get all this ready. She's actually quite impressed with how he managed to get her into the cage like that, against her will! She doesn't want to hurt his feelings. "I wanted to say that this is a really pretty bathing-suit and a cool cage... I'm just not sure we should play today because I have a lot of homework to do."

Tyler reaches through the bars and gently puts a few stray strands of Emma's hair behind her ear, then strokes her cheek lovingly. "Now don't you go worrying that pretty little head of yours! You're my pet! That means you're my responsibility, and I'm going to care for you really, really well, just like any master would care for his pet! So I have to make sure you're clean and dressed, make sure you eat your food, and make sure you do whatever else you're supposed to do. So don't worry about your homework -- even if you don't want to do it, I'm going to make sure you finish up every drop!"

Now Tyler has both one hand on the bare part of Emma's back, and his other on her bare tummy -- meticulously feeling every square inch of it. "Man, you look awesome!" he says, giving her a light tickle. She giggles and playfully pushes his hand away. "So, now, about your homework -- is it all in the schoolbag you brought home with you?"

"Yeah, oh, no, well most of it is. I also need my math textbook, which is on my desk in my room. If you'd just let me out so I could go get it..."

Tyler laughs. "Nice try! Don't worry, I'll get it for you. For now, you just have a seat and relax -- I'm gonna go get myself a snack and bring you one too. After that you'll do your homework." He touches her stomach a bit more, then strokes her cheeks and bare arms, and then leaves the room.

Not being able to do anything else, Emma takes the opportunity to inspect her cage in detail. The floor of the cage is padded leather (imitation-leather, actually). The metal bars are spaced far enough apart for her to stick her arms and legs out, but nothing else; her head doesn't even come close to fitting between them. There's a 'perch' -- it's actually more like a swing, suspended by two chains from the roof of the cage. Between the two chains is a wide and narrow seat padded with the same material as the floor. Emma notices a hook on one side of the cage where she's able to attach the swing keeping it to the side, should she want to stand up or sit on the floor without being bothered by the swing.

Emma climbs up on the bars to inspect the door. This is how she was put inside the cage. The door is quite small, about mid-way between the floor and the top. She was fed through the doorway horizontally; it would be difficult, but probably not impossible, to get through the doorway on her own. The door is locked shit with what feels like three built-in combination locks.

At the floor of the cage, at one side, is another, smaller door, also locked shut. This one is too small for her to be able to fit through. She assumes that it's meant for passing things inside -- maybe that's how Tyler will give her her snack when he returns.

Emma sighs. All-in-all, it's quite a lovely cage. And despite the fact that this is a complete surprise -- indeed she wasn't planning on doing this at all, today -- Emma is greatly enjoying being where she is.

Emma finishes her thorough inspection of the cage, confirming that she has no way of getting out without Tyler freeing her, and that she's unable to reach anything through the bars. Then she sits down on the 'perch' and awaits her owner's return. She laughs to herself. She almost really feels like his pet -- like he owns her! And she loves the feeling!

With nothing else to do while she waits, Emma runs through this week's events in her mind. It seems like so much has changed in her life -- only a week ago she would never have dreamed of being in this situation! If someone had suggested it, she would have sworn they were nuts! To submit like this to her yucky, mean, nasty brother? No way! Never in a million years! And look where she is now! She can't believe how much has changed.

Without a watch or a clock, Emma has no idea how much time passes. It doesn't seem like very long, though, since she's enjoying her situation. Before Tyler returns, she tries turning the combination locks and pushing on the cage door a few more times -- not that she actually expects to free herself, she just enjoys emphasizing to herself how trapped she really is.

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Tyler returns. "Doing okay, pet?"

"Yes, Master," she responds with a smile.

"Do you like your new cage?"

"Yeah, it's cool," she says with a giggle.

"Good... listen, I brought you a snack -- it's right outside... but I figure I could give it to you in a fun way. Hook your swing up to the side of the cage... good girl. Now get down on the floor... bend your knees so you'll fit... good, and scoot yourself over so your head's right over here." Tyler unlocks and opens the small door at the bottom of the cage. "Stick your head through here -- don't worry, your body won't fit through it, just your head." Tyler pulls out some sort of extension from the floor of the cage so that she won't have to hold her head up in mid-air. Then he fits some stock-like piece of wood into the bars, over her neck. He locks that with a combination lock too! She's lying on her side with her head trapped, sticking out the little door at the bottom of her cage. Also, with the board fitted over her neck like that, she has no way of reaching her head with her hands.

Without any explanation, Tyler produces a blindfold and tucking her hair away from her face, puts it in place. "There. Now I'll get you your snack." She hears footsteps as he leaves the room and returns. "Open up," he commands. She hopes he's not going to feed her something disgusting, but opens her mouth obediantly without questioning. She's relieved when she gets her first taste -- it's ice-cream, Tyler's favorite flavor. She's not really too fond of that flavor, but keeping in mind all the other possibilities he could have force-fed her, she's greatful it's this, and swollows it all down happily.

A few times -- maybe as many as seven or eight -- between spoons, Emma feels Tyler kissing her on the cheek, or stroking her head or hair. She loves it! Then, when tyler accidentally gets a bit of ice-cream on her cheek, he licks it off with his tongue! And then again, when he gets some on her nose!

"Oh hell, I can't resist!" Tyler says. "Turn around a bit so that you're lying on your back with your face turned up." It's a little difficult for Emma to do so with her neck stuck as it is, and Tyler temporarily frees her neck to allow her to turn. Once she's lying face-up he returns the stock to its place. Then he takes Emma's blindfold off. "Now hold still," he instructs her.

She sees the spoon moving towards her face and opens her mouth. But the spoon doesn't enter her mouth -- instead, Tyler uses it to smear ice-cream all over her face, covering her forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin completely! It's mostly melted by now so it isn't too cold and uncomfortable for Emma. She giggles because it tickles as Tyler slowly licks every square millimeter of her face clean!

"Thanks," Tyler says once he's done. "You're delicious!" She giggles at that comment, then some more as she sees his tongue coming at her once more. He licks her all over, again, only this time there's no ice-cream for him to 'clean up'. "I didn't really need to put ice-cream on you -- you taste much better than ice-cream!" She giggles again at this comment.

"Okay, get up." He releases her neck and she brings her head back into the cage. "Sit down on the floor of your cage -- I'm gonna bring you your homework now."

"Thanks for the snack, Master!" Emma says. "May I thank you by kissing you?"

"Sure," Tyler says, putting his cheek up to the bars. She gives him maybe twenty kisses. He swings an arm into the cage, intended to hug her around her back but it accidentally collides with her butt. "Sorry," he says, embarrassed. Her response is another giggle and some more kisses.

Tyler leaves and returns with her books. She sits on the floor of her cage and does her work, while Tyler sits nearby on a chair, beside a table, doing his own homework. The twins both have a hard time concentrating, interrupting with comments and giggles here and there. Finally Tyler tells her playfully that she should stop wasting his time, and that if he's finished his work before her he's going to punish her. Emma does her best to concentrate and gets her work finished just as Tyler finishes his.

"I asked Uncle Fred to come over and take some pictures and video of you in your cage -- he should be here in a little while."

Emma laughs. "Do I have a choice?"

Tyler laughs back. "Of course not! Why would you have a choice, pet?"

Emma giggles. "Okay, Master, just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do my best."

"Oh, sounds like Mom's home -- I'm gonna go say 'hello'. You stay here."

"Like I could go anywhere if I wanted to!"

"Don't talk back to me, young lady!" Tyler tries to chastise her, but can't -- they both start laughing. Tyler leaves the room, leaving Emma alone.

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A little later, Mom and Dad both come into the garage to see Emma in her cage. They make lots of comments on how cute she looks -- both in the new swimsuit, and in the new cage. Nobody bothers asking her if she wanted to be in there. That excites her even more.

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Tyler returns. "Hi sweetie," he says, rubbing her back and shoulders.

"Hi Master," she replies. She's getting a little bored inside her cage, but doesn't admit it.

"I'm just waiting for Uncle Fred to turn up -- it should be any minute. Once he's done I'm going to put a leash on you and let you out of your cage for a while... you look so cute like that, I want to play with you!"

"Okay, great! Actually, Master, I kind of have to go to the bathroom."

"Oh, why didn't you say so? Of course I'll take you. Come on." Tyler goes over to a shelf and comes back with a leash and collar. Emma stands with her back against the bars, lifting her hair up from her neck, as Tyler securely attaches her collar. Then he cuffs her wrists together behind her back. Finally, he cuffs her ankles together -- with a 10-inch length of chain between them. She'll be able to walk, but only very slowly. No running.

Tyler opens the cage door and carefully lifts her through the opening. Before leading her out of the garage he gets another idea. "I'd better gag you," he says, fitting the ball-gag into her mouth. "Can't have you saying anything to Mom and Dad without my approval first!" Gag in place, he slowly leads her out of the garage and towards the bathroom. They pass Mom and Dad on the way -- both laugh and hug her, and tickle her tummy. Dad also pinches her butt.

In the bathroom, Tyler stands Emma in front of the toilet. He attaches her leash to the pipe behind the toilet, and then locks her ankle-cuffs together. Finally he removes her wrist-cuffs. The gag stays in place. He leaves the bathroom (closing but not locking the door, of course) and allows her to do her business. "Done?" he asks, opening the door a crack.

"Uh uh," she says through her gag, nervously wiping herself -- her swimsuit's not yet in place. She hopes he understands that as a 'no', not as a 'yes'. He waits. The door's still open a crack. She hopes he can't see her through the crack and the bathroom mirror. "Uuuh," she says once she's wearing her swimsuit again. Tyler enters.

Tyler disconnects her leash from the toilet. Standing behind her, he puts his hands around her tummy, lifts her up, and carries her to the sink to wash her hands. Once she's done, he takes her wrists and brings them back behind her back, and cuffs them together. Once again he allows her ankles the ten-inches of the chain, and he leads her back to her cage.

Uncle Fred enters the house just as Tyler's leading her out of the bathroom. He suggests Tyler waits while he gets the camera out, and he films Emma being led back to her cage. Once Emma's secure inside it, Fred turns the camera off. He says he's going to the bathroom and will be right back. Tyler stays in the room with Emma, who's sitting on her 'perch'.

"Master, may I speak?" she asks.

"Sure -- what's on your mind, hon?"

"Well, um, remember yesterday towards the end of our show when you let everyone come up and touch me?"

"Yeah, everyone loved that."

"Yeah, well, were you watching while they did that?"

"Some of the time, why?" He's sitting on the platform just outside her cage, with a hand through the bars holding on to her foot.

"Well, you told them not to touch my private parts. But they did. I don't know who did it, but... well, I thought you should know."

Tyler gets upset. "They did? Oh, I'm so sorry Emma! Of course I didn't see that -- if I had I would've stopped them! Oh, do you just mean your butt? 'Cause Dad touches your butt sometimes."

"No, someone was feeling my vagina crack and pinching my nipples."

"Shit! I'm so sorry!"

"Well don't feel too bad, it's not as if I got hurt or anything."

"Listen, Emma, I'm really sorry. I didn't see that happen. I'll be more careful with you from now on. Your body belongs to me! Nobody's going to touch you there -- or anywhere else -- without my permission. Okay? And it's a good thing you told me now, 'cause I'll keep an extra eye on Uncle Fred... I noticed him looking at you kinda funny a few times... even though he's always been so nice to us, I'm beginning to think he might be a little creepy."

"Thanks, Tyler, I mean Master. Thanks for taking such good care of me! Oh, and I think he also licked my ear."

"Yeah, that I saw. It's not as bad as touching your private parts, but it's still gross -- I don't want anyone tasting you but me! You washed your ear since then, right?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, good... I'll make sure that doesn't happen again."

"Thanks."

Fred returns. Tyler eyes him with suspicion. Fred walks up to the cage to stick his hand through the bars, but Tyler blocks his hand with his own. "You're here to film -- look but don't touch."

Fred's surprised. "Why not, Tyler? I always give my niece hugs."

"Yeah, well... um... well it's getting late and I want to get the filming done before we run out of time."

"Oh, well, okay then."

Fred starts filming while both he and Tyler give Emma orders of what to do and how to pose. Tyler tells Emma to come up to the bars, and he locks cuffs on her wrists and ankles. She obeys again as Tyler instructs her to open her mouth for a ball-gag, and allows him to blindfold her for the pictures as well.

"Tyler, oh hi Fred," Julia says, entering the room. "I need to talk with you for a minute."

"Oh, okay Mom," Tyler says. "Fred, you can continue filming, but no touching! I'll be right back, Emma."

"I don't get why he doesn't want me to touch you!" Fred says to Emma when Tyler's out of the room. "Do you?"

Emma makes an unintelligble murmur through her gag, and Fred laughs and continues filming, getting nice close-ups of her butt.

Tyler returns. "Okay, I think that's enough. Mom says I need to give her a bath."

"Oh, I should film that too!"

"Fred, I'm bathing her with her bathing-suit on! Anyway I think she's getting tired -- we can film her bath another time."

"Okay but listen Tyler, you know, I'm filming this for you for free. I'm not asking for money, but you've got to let me touch her a bit -- I deserve that, don't I?"

"I dunno," Tyler says. He looks up at his Uncle Fred -- he's always such a good uncle to them, and he really doesn't want to hurt his feelings.

"Come on, Tyler, just a little -- you know I won't hurt her or anything!"

"Well, I guess I'll let you a little..."

"Great! Can she sit on my lap?"

"Well, okay... but listen -- I'm going to be watching you, and you can't touch her private parts, got that? Not her butt, not her pussy and not her tits. Got that? One wrong touch and you'll never touch her again. And no licking. And no tickling either, 'cause she hates that. If you can agree to all that then I'll let you hold her on your lap a bit."

"Sure, Tyler, that's fine. Thanks. Can you leave the blindfold, gag, and cuffs on her?"

"Okay, sure." Tyler adds a collar and leash to Emma's neck before unlocking and opening the cage door. He carefully pulls Emma out and stands her on the floor. Then he repositions himself in front of her, puts his arms around her -- one around her back, the other under her butt -- lifts her up, carries her over and puts her onto Fred's waiting lap.

Emma feels Fred grabbing her waist and pulling her onto him. Emma feels what she assumes must be his wallet, though if it's in his pocket it's placed in a rather strange place in his pants. It's somewhat uncomfortable for her, but despite her wiggling, Fred holds her tight and makes sure his 'wallet' is positioned right under her butt-crack, poking inside slightly. Fortunately his pants and her swimsuit provide separation between the two.

In the seven minutes Tyler gives Fred, his hands manage to rub every part of Emma's uncovered body and her non-private covered parts, coming dangerously close to those forbidden zones. Tyler watches closely, though, and Fred doesn't touch them. Fred has his eye on Tyler, hoping he'll look away for a minute, but he doesn't.

"Can I at least kiss her stomach? I promise no tongue."

"Oh, alright. But make it quick."

"Can you tie her down to a table first?"

Tyler rolls his eyes. "No. Just kiss it and get it overwith."

"Okay, but it's gonna be hard to lift her up to my mouth without touching her butt."

'What a creep!' Tyler thinks to himself. "I'll help you. Two kisses and that's it. Fred's got a hand under Emma's back, and another under her knees. Tyler moves in, scooting his hand under her butt and pushing up, bringing her stomach up to Fred's mouth. Only, when he pushes his hand under Emma's butt he accidentally feels Fred's hard-on. Unlike Emma, he knows exactly what that is, and is further disgusted. "Fred!" he says.

"Hey, I can't stop human nature!"

"Take your two kisses and we're done!" Tyler says, not amused. Emma's not sure what upset Tyler so much, but she's glad it's his hand, not Fred's, on her butt.

Click here for amazing video footage of 'Emma' in her cut-out swimsuit! Fred rolls his eyes, and takes his two nibble-kisses of her cute tummy. He hopes he'll get to do more next time.

"Okay, we're done. Thanks for filming -- when will I get to see it?"

"Soon," he replies.

Tyler lifts Emma off of Fred's lap and stands her up on the floor. He removes her blindfold, gag and ankle-cuffs, leaving her wearing only the collar-and-leash, and the wrist-cuffs behind her back. "You okay?" he asks Emma, hugging her around her shoulders.

"Yeah, I'm fine Master," she replies.

"Good. Let's go give you your bath. Bye Fred." Tyler leads Emma out, holding both her leash and her waist. He makes sure that Fred leaves the garage, and locks the garage door. Emma notices the garage door has been fitted with a new combination lock.

"Dad put that lock in for you?" she asks Tyler.

"Yeah, he's being so cool... he says he's gonna put carpetting in the garage so we'll be more comfortable there. It's gonna be great!"

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Tyler leads Emma by her leash up to the upstairs bathroom, the one with the larger shower. "Do you need to use the bathroom again?" he asks her.

"Oh, yeah," she realizes.

"Okay," he says, locking her leash to the toilet's pipe and undoing her wrist-cuffs. "I'll go get ready for your bath. Be quick."

Emma pulls her suit down and sits on the toilet. She realizes she's going to do a number-two, and figures she'd better lock the door so that Tyler doesn't walk in on her -- only to realize that her leash's too short. She can't reach the door! Without much choice, she sits back down and tries to do her business as quickly as possible.

"You done?" Tyler says, already beginning to open the door.

"No!" she shouts, and Tyler closes the door again.

"Hey, no need to shout!" he says from behind the door. "What's taking you so long anyway?"

"I'm almost done... it's... you know... number two."

"Oh. Okay, lemme know when you're done."

"Okay, done."

Tyler enters the bathroom wearing his swim shorts and a T-shirt. "In you go," he says, unlocking Emma's leash from the pipe and locking it again to the steel handle inside the shower stall. Then he takes his shirt off and climbs inside with her. He turns the water on and begins scrubbing her body with a sponge. Since the sponge is fairly thick he figures he can rub it over her private parts too -- after all, he won't be feeling them that way. She doesn't protest, and follows his directions to turn, lift her arm, bend over... Positioning her so she's facing away from him, he pulls the straps of her swimsuit down from her shoulders, uncovering her chest, and then reaches around and washes her nipples with the sponge.

"Want me to wash you now, Master?" she asks.

"Yeah sounds good -- but stay away from my private parts."

'Double-standard,' she thinks to herself, but obeys. She meticulously scrubs his uncovered body from head to toe.

"Turn around", he commands, and standing in the flow of the water pulls his shorts away from his body allowing the stream to clean his penis and testicles. He turns around and does the same with his butt. "Okay, now I'll turn around so you can take your suit down and clean your private parts. Tell me when you're done."

"Okay, done," she says. He turns to face her again.

"Looks like we're clean," he says, inspecting her body from head to toe. He loves the way her swimsuit tends to stick into her butt-crack when it's wet.

"Yeah, this was fun!"

Standing in the flow of the water, the twins give each other a long, tight hug. Tyler pulls away when he's afraid she'll feel him 'poking' into her stomach. He turns around, embarrassed, hiding the front of his shorts with his hand. Emma doesn't notice, though.

"I guess we're done," he says, turning off the water. He gets out of the shower and towels himself off, tying the towel around his waist and removing his soaking shorts. Then he holds open another towel for his shivering sister, who happily lets him wrap her up in the towel. He pats her dry, and then holds the towel loosely around her as she pulls down and steps out of her swimsuit.

She kisses him on the cheek. "Thanks for cleaning me," she says.

Tyler takes her by the leash and leads her to her bedroom, where he picks out another swimsuit for her. He locks her leash to her bedpost and goes to change into something himself. He returns and leads her to the kitchen for a late supper. After that, the twins play a little game of monopoly -- with Emma chained to the kitchen table the whole time. Finally, Tyler takes her to brush her teeth, brushing his at the same time. Then, still wearing the swimsuit, he puts her in his bed, chains her to the bedframe, and climbs in under the covers beside her. The twins embrace.

"I love you," Tyler says to his sister, stroking her hair.

Realizing their sleeping together is becoming traditional, Emma hugs her brother and says, "I love you too -- it's so much fun playing with you!"

"Wake me up if you need the bathroom at night, okay?" he tells her.

"Okay, but I'd hate to have to wake you."

"It's better than waking up in a water-bed," he says, and they both laugh.

"You... you could just leave me unlocked overnight -- then I could go to the bathroom without waking you."

Tyler laughs. "Silly little girl! No way! Then you might get away!"

"But I wouldn't -- I love sleeping beside you! I'd just go to the bathroom and come right back."

"Look, Emma, I know you mean well, but you know you can't be trusted -- you're just a silly little girl! You of all people should know better than to trust yourself! You should thank me for keeping you safe on your leash -- it's for your own safety!"

Emma isn't offended. She thinks it's funny that he talks to her this way -- part of the game. So she says, "Yes, Master, thank-you for keeping me safe."

He kisses her on the forehead.

Emma thinks about how to word this. "Can we talk seriously for a moment please, Tyler? Just for a moment? I had lots of fun today, it was great! I'm so glad you locked me in the cage, and I don't want you to take me off my leash tonight. It's just that, well, I still need my freedom a little, you know, I'm a free person... I need you to give me a choice before we start our game each day. If I'm really not in the mood, or have important things to do, or stuff like that, then I'd like you to respect me and let us postpone our game for another day. We can still hug and kiss and stuff -- just, if I'm really not in the mood, you wouldn't lock me up and tell me what to do that day."

"Oh, okay Emma, are you mad at me because of today?"

"No! Not at all! I'm so glad you surprised me the way you did, and I want you to continue to do things like that. Just, we should have some kind of code... How about before you start you ask me how much I want to play, and I promise to answer as honestly as I can -- say, on a scale from zero to five. Five means I really want to play, and Zero means absolutely not. If I say one, it means I'm not in the mood, but if you really really want to you can still force me. You can decide based on the number I give you."

Tyler thinks about that for a moment. "What number would you have told me today when you came home from school?"

"Well, that depends. Originally I thought being your pet for the day would mean I wouldn't be able to do my homeword -- so I probably would've given you a 'one'. But now that I know that you'll let me do my homework in my cage, I probably would've given you a four. But I really love the way you locked me in the cage against my will today... it was really... thrilling!"

Tyler puts his arm around Emma's waist and pulls her tightly into his body. "You got yourself a deal. If you need to, you tell me it's a 'zero' and I'll leave you alone for the day. However, it could be that the next time I'll be twice as hard on you."

"Okay, deal!"

They fall asleep in each-other's embrace.