Tyler takes his time coming home from school that day. He had so much fun yesterday, but it was really intense and he figures both he and Emma could use a rest from it. He assumes Emma won't be in the mood, either. So he takes his time, chatting with some friends and walking through the mall.

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Emma rushes home nervously, only to find an empty house. "Master? Are you in there?" she asks, knocking on the locked garage door. "Oh, Tyler, where are you?!" she calls out, disappointed. Having no choice, she sits down on the hallway floor, facing the door, waiting for his arrival.

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"Master! Oh, Master, thank goodness you're home!" She calls out, crawling towards him and hugging his ankles. She begins kissing the tops of his shoes.

Tyler's surprised and amused. "Stand up," he tells her, and she stands before him submissively, with her wrists crossed behind her back.

"Is everything okay?" he asks her suspiciously.

"Yeah, I just missed you... I was worried about you... Master, what do you want me to wear today?"

"Um, I'm not sure... I thought we'd take a break from our game today."

"No, please Master, please no break! Please, dress me up however you want and then lock me up real tight... keep me nice and safe... even if I beg you to let me free, don't listen."

Tyler's very surprised. "Really? What's going on with you, Emma? You're acting kind of strange." He puts a hand on her shoulder.

"Nothing! Well, okay, something... but please, first lock me up nice and safe and then I'll tell you, okay?"

Tyler shrugs. "Okay, if that's what you want."

"It is! Thank-you, master," she says. "May I kiss your cheek?"

Feeling slightly mischievous he says, "No. Take off my socks and shoes and kiss my toes."

Immediately Emma's on the ground in front of him. She quickly and efficiently removes his socks and shoes and begins smothering his feet with kisses.

"Enough," he says. "Go to the bathroom, use the toilet, and wait there for me. Don't lock the door."

"Yes, Master. Thank-you master," she says and runs off to the bathroom. Tyler has no idea what's got into her! He noticed that she mentioned 'safe' a few times -- he wonders if she's in danger, and thinks that if she's in his control he'll protect her.

"Ready?" Tyler asks, entering the bathroom without even knocking. She didn't need to go anyway, as she used the toilet only a few minutes before Tyler arrived.

"Yes, Master."

"Good. Reach up under your skirt and take off your panties. Now!" He tries to sound mean and bossy.

Emma does so obediently, being careful not to lift her skirt up accidentally. Tyler holds out a plastic bag for her to put her panties into.

"Here," he says, handing her a one-piece swimsuit. "You'll start wearing this -- I think you'll look real cute in it. Step in and pull it up under your skirt." She does so happily. Tyler's touched by how willing she is. "Can I help you with the rest?" he asks, more kindly.

"Of course, Master, whatever you wish."

Tyler unties the drawstring of her skirt and lets it fall to the floor. He pulls her swimsuit up another inch or two making sure it's perfectly smooth over her bottom. Emma stands submissively with her hands behind her back again. Tyler strokes her cheeks. Then he undoes the buttons of her polo shirt. Then he places his hands on her hips and gently turns her so she's facing the wall. He lifts her hands into the air, and then slips her shirt off. She's left in her training bra, and Tyler swiftly pulls that up over her head as well. She's now topless, but Tyler can only see her back. Before continuing, though, he puts his arms around her and kisses her back and shoulders. "You look absolutely delicious," he whispers.

After that he brings her arms down to her sides and feeds them through the shoulder straps of her swimsuit. He pulls the straps up, pulling the swimsuit into place. Finally, he puts his hands on her waist and spins her around again, so he sees her front.

"Adorable," he says. "You are so cute!" It's a one-piece suit: pink with a flower print. Although he loved having her tummy on display yesterday, he doesn't think he should overdo it with displaying her body.

"Am I going to get a leash now? Or my wrists and ankles locked together?" she asks. She crosses her wrists behind her back again. Tyler's not sure if she sounds hopeful or nervous.

"You're really sure you want to do this? Because you know, once you're locked up there's gonna be no backing out."

"I know! I want to! Please, lock me up!"

"Okay then. Well, before I lock you up I need to do this." Tyler puts his arms around Emma and presses her into his body in a tight hug. While hugging her, his hands rub all over her back, touching every inch of her swimsuit except for her butt. He stops, puts his hands on her waist and turns her around so that her back's towards him. Again, he puts his arms around her body and feels her front -- carefully avoiding her nipples and vagina, but covering everything else. "Just making sure you're not hiding any weapons or keys or anything else under your suit," he explains. Emma laughs. Tyler takes hold of her wrists and begins applying the leather wrist-cuffs behind her back. Once he's satisfied that her arm can't get free, he does the other.

"You can make them tighter," Emma says.

"I don't think you can get out of them the way they are."

Emma pulls at them a bit. "I know, but you can still make them tighter -- I want to feel like I'm really locked up tight today, completely out of control."

"Okay, if that's what you want." Tyler unlocks the cuffs and then pulls them a couple notches tighter. "Is that good?"

"Yeah, perfect!" she says. "Thank-you."

"If it gets too tight or you feel your circulation being cut, let me know."

"Okay. But it's fine."

Tyler locks cuffs to her ankles, with a 10-inch length of chain between them. After fastening them, he unlocks them and makes them a little tighter as well. "Good?" he asks his sister.

"Yeah, thanks Master," she says, sounding genuinely pleased.

He lifts her hair up and fits her collar to her neck. "I'm not making this any tighter than it needs to be -- could be dangerous," he explains.

"Okay, I think you're sufficiently helpless for now. A little later I'll probably gag you too, but I want to leave that off because you're going to explain to me why you're acting so weird. But first, though, let's go check out the garage -- apparently Dad had construction workers fixing it up for me today, and I haven't seen it yet."

"Yes Master," she says. He leads her by the leash to the garage.

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The twins are shocked by what they see. The garage has been completely redone! Wall to wall carpeting -- though it's hard, not fluffy carpetting allowing the equipment to be wheeled around. The far walls are lined with big closets and cabinets, all with combination locks. There's a comfy-looking day-bed, which can be a couch during the day and a day at night after removing the pillows. There are hooks and loops all over the walls and ceiling. A telephone's been put in, as well as a large-screen tv with a DVD player and a Tivo, and a brand-new computer. But the biggest surprise is that a bathroom has been built adjacent to the garage -- complete with a bathtub and a large shower stall!

"Where did all this come from?" Tyler asks, astonished.

"Who had money to pay for all this?" Emma says, equally shocked.

Tyler has Emma sit down on the couch while he inspects everything. There's no note or anything indicating what the story with the room is. Finally, Tyler decides it's time to move ahead with Emma's care.

"Emma, you're all locked up safe now... you can't get away from me even if you want to. Do you want to tell me what's going on? Why did you want to play so badly today? Are you afraid of something?"

Emma loses her smile. "Oh, yes Master. Something bad happened to me today and I'm worried that Mom and Dad are going to kill me! As long as I'm your pet, they won't touch me, right?"

Tyler looks surprised. "What did you do?"

"Nothing, it wasn't my fault." Emma looks like she's about to cry and Tyler puts his arm around her shoulders.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. If it wasn't your fault then I won't let anything happen to you, I promise."

Emma looks down. "Well, actually, it kinda was my fault... but not really. See, Mr. Longhorn was late coming to math class and some of the girls started playing with some of the things in the room. There was this large wooden apple on his desk, and some of the girls dared each other to play catch with it. It was really stupid. They were all throwing it around the room like a softball. Then someone threw it at me, and just as I caught it, we heard Mr. Longhorn opening the door. Everyone, I especially, was afraid of Mr. Longhorn seeing us with the apple. Then Stacey -- the most obnoxious and most popular girl in the class -- who was standing right behind me, says 'Quick, throw it out the window.' For some stupid reason I did it -- I don't know why, really, it makes absolutely no sense. But I threw it out the window. Except that the window was closed -- it actually doesn't even open -- and the whole thing shattered! I got in so much trouble at school, I sat in the principal's of fice for two whole hours and they say it's gonna cost them a few hundred dollars to fix the window and Mom and Dad are going to have to pay for it! They're going to kill me when they find out! Please, you've got to help me!"

Tyler thinks. "Emma, of course I'm going to help you. You're my pet, right? I won't let anything happen to you. The thing is, though, that what happened really was your fault, right?"

"Master, you said so yourself yesterday -- I'm just a silly little girl, right? It's not my fault I do silly things -- I wasn't on my leash!"

"Now that's a good point. So I agree you're not fully to blame for this. I still have to be responsible and teach you not to do silly things, though. Pets need to be trained. So I'm glad you told me about this, and I'm not going to let Mom and Dad do anything to you. But, unfortunately, I'm going to have to punish you myself to teach you a lesson."

"But Master, I'll be a really good pet -- I'll do whatever you say! Please, you don't need to punish me! What are you going to do to me?"

"I have an idea, but first I'm going to need to put you in a cage. Not the bird-cage this time, though -- since you've been bad, you're going to be put inside a much smaller cage... and no snack for you today." Tyler thinks for a moment. "Don't worry, though, I still love you very very much and once your punishment's over we're going to have so much fun together. And I want you to thank me for taking such good care of you and punishing you when you need to be taught a lesson."

"Thanks," Emma says quietly, greatly disappointed. Here she thought he'd help her escape her parents' wrath -- who knows what he has in mind for her?

Tyler opens one of the closets and removes a small cage. "You'll wait in here until I figure out the details of your punishment," he says. The cage is so small that he has to take her cuffs off so that she fits inside properly. But she enters it obediently.

Once he's made sure Emma's locked securely in the cage, Tyler leaves the garage without a word. Emma's sad to be left alone. She's sad that Tyler's disappointed with her, and scared about whatever punishment he has in mind for her. She's just glad that he's going to punish her so that she can get his respect back again. She loves when he's so nice and friendly. And she knows she deserves to be punished. Their 'game' wasn't meant to be a way to get out of trouble like that.

What feels like ages passes. Emma's locked in her cage and she really has to pee. "Tyler! Master!" she tries calling to him, but he doesn't come. When she finally thinks she's about to lose it and pee in her swimsuit, Tyler appears.

"Were you calling me?" he asks, concerned.

"I really have to pee -- quick!"

Tyler knows she's serious and runs to unlock her locks. Without bothering to cuff her he merely takes her by the leash to the brand-new bathroom. This bathroom is especially fitted with all kinds of hooks for restraints, as well as two doors -- one's like a jail-cell door, made of bars, and has many locks on it. Outside that is a regular door. Tyler locks her leash to a metal ring in the wall beside the toilet, and then locks the bathroom's jail-cell door. He leaves the outer door open but leaves the garage. Not being able to do anything about the door, Emma removes her swimsuit and urinates.

Tyler returns a short while after she's done. He allows her to wash her hands and then returns her to the small cage.

"Master, couldn't you put me in a slightly larger cage? That one's so tiny and uncomfortable."

"Sorry, Emma, you have to be in that cage now. But just until Mom and Dad get home."

Reluctantly, Emma reenters her tiny cage. Once she's securely locked inside, she says, "May I ask what my punishment is going to be, Master?"

"What do you think it should be, Emma?"

"Whatever you want, whatever you think I deserve, Master."

"Well, I'm not going to do it until Mom and Dad are home, which should be pretty soon. And I talked to them on the phone and told them what happened. I'm going to punish you by bathing you in ice-water, complete with ice cubes and everything!"

"What???" She can't believe what she just heard. "You're not serious, Master. You can't do that -- that's torture!"

"Isn't that the idea of a punishment? If you enjoyed a punishment it wouldn't be a punishment, right?"

"But Tyler -- couldn't you just ground me, or make me write an essay, or do chores around the house to earn the money for the window?" Those were typical punishments her parents would give her. They'd never give her a punishment that was just pure torture.

"Sorry, Emma, but this is what I have to do. Don't worry, it'll be real painful, but it'll all be over before you know it."

"Please, Tyler, please don't do that to me."

"Sorry, sis, but it's for your own good." And with that, Tyler leaves the room again.

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Tyler enters the garage with his parents. He's thanking them up and down for building the room for him. They notice Emma locked inside the tiny cage and laugh.

"Mom, Dad, please don't let him do this to me!" she begs.

"Emma, you did a very bad thing!" Mom says. "I think your master knows the best way to deal with you, don't you?"

Tyler, who just finished getting the bathtub ready, bends down and looks at Emma from only a few inches away. "Yeah, don't you?"

"Tyler, please! Not this!"

Before opening her cage, Tyler takes her leash which is still attached to the collar locked around her neck, adds a little extension to it, and locks it to a ring on the nearby wall. "If you try to resist, Emma, it'll be a lot worse," he says, as he slowly opens the cage door. Emma crawls out of her cage, crying. "Don't worry, sweetie, it'll all be over in a few minutes." Emma stands there whimpering, watching her parents who are looking at her with looks of satisfaction.

"Now, Emma dear, I know that you want to be a good little girl and accept your punishment as you should. The thing is you can't really be blamed for trying to get away when you're put in the cold water -- it's going to be quite unpleasant, right? So to make sure you can't get away, and for your own safety as well as ours, I'm going to tie your wrists together. These ties are disposable plastic -- they're less comfy than the leather cuffs I usually use, but those ones can't get wet."

She shakes and whimpers but doesn't resist as Tyler first fastens a few long plastic strips around her waist, and then securely fastens her wrists to that 'belt', one on each side. Even though the package says they're very strong, he uses about five instead of one to make sure she can't break them off. Then he bends down and puts some on her ankles, binding them together, and some more binding her thighs together. "I think that should hold you." Finally, he puts a rubber ball-gag in her mouth. "We don't want you screaming too loudly," he explains.

Next, Tyler rolls up his sleeves, puts on some long special rubber thermal gloves, and scoops her up in his arms. He carries her into the bathroom, and their parents follow. Emma sees the ice-cubes floating in the bath-water and squeels with horror.

"I'm sorry I have to do this to you, Emma, but I'm sure you'll be a very good girl from now on. You won't do bad things anymore." Emma notices her Dad pointing the video camera at them.

'Vidcaps' of Emma's bath, below "Okay, here we go... try not to move too much so that I don't accidentally drop you." He holds on tight and slowly lowers her into the water.

The freezing cold water makes her kick her legs in protest, but he holds onto her tightly and forces her into the water anyway.

He holds her legs down under the water so that she doesn't hurt herself banging them into the walls of the tub or the faucet. Then he tells her to take a deep breath and puts her head under the water too. She can't remember ever feeling so cold in her life... her whole body hurts!

Tyler holds her underwater for a full three seconds before bringing her head up to breathe. Then he flips her over onto her stomach, and again forces her head underwater.

Finally he lifts her out and puts her into the shower to warm up. The water's already running on cold, and he increases the temperature slowly so the difference in heat doesn't come as too much of a shock. He dries her off with a towel, puts her collar back on and locks her leash to a ring in the wall, and then cuts the plastic ties off of her. He also removes the gag. He adds another towel around her and hugs her tightly, trying to help warm her up.

"Emma, I'm really sorry I had to do that to you... it was really hard for me -- you know I love you so much! But I'm glad it's over -- now it's like you didn't do anything bad, and we can have fun again! I know you're not going to do bad things like that anymore, right? You're my good little pet. No need to ground you, no need for lots of chores. You're all good now."

Emma doesn't respond. She's just trying to get warm. "Mom, Dad, I think you'd better leave now," Tyler suggests. "I'm gonna help Emma warm up." The adults leave the twins alone in the bathroom.

"Okay, honey, let's get that wet swimsuit off of you... I want to get you warmed up quick so you don't get sick. I'll hold the towel on you and you slip your suit off." She's shivering so hard, though, that it's hard for her to do so. "Okay, I'll do it for you -- you hold the towel." Tyler slips the straps of the swimsuit off her shoulders and pushes them down her arms as far as he can, through the top opening of the towel she's holding wrapped around her. Then he reaches into the bottom opening, reaches up Emma's sides, grabs the suit and pulls it the rest of the way off. Emma almost falls over trying to step out of the leg openings, but Tyler catches her and steadies her.

"I hope I didn't overdo it," Tyler mumbles to himself, hoping his sister doesn't catch a cold. Emma hopes Tyler will give her some warm clothes to wear, but instead Tyler produces a tiny, black bikini. Too cold to be able to think, Emma doesn't make a fuss.

"Come on, let's do this quick -- once you're dressed I'm gonna put you under the covers in my new bed to warm up. Keep holding onto the towel." He holds the bikini bottoms out for Emma to step into. Shaking, she does so, and he slides them up her legs. Just as he passes her knees, though, Emma accidentally lets the towel slip out of her hands and it falls to the floor. Tyler sees his sister's vagina for the first time since they were five-years-old. "Don't worry about it," Tyler says, pulling the bikini the rest of the way up. "I've seen those before." Now Tyler helps her get the bikini top on, making no effort to avert his eyes from her bare nipples.

Bikini in place, he disconnects her leash from the ring in the wall and scoops her up in his arms again. This time he doesn't bother locking her wrists or ankles together. He carries her over to the new bed, pulls open the brand-new satin covers, and puts her inside, covering her up with the blankets. "There, I hope you'll warm up real quick. I'll be right back to help you." Tyler locks her leash to the bedpost and then goes into the bathroom himself. He comes back a minute later wearing a pair of shorts and no shirt. He climbs under the covers beside her and hugs her cold bare skin into his, rubbing and kissing her gently. The way his warm skin feels against hers calms, and she finally begins to feel human again.

"That feels nice," she manages to say. They're the first words she said since before her 'punishment'. "Thank-you, Tyler." He kisses her long and hard on her forehead, and remains there cuddling her. They fall asleep like that.

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Tyler wakes up when he feels someone's hand on his shoulder. He opens his eyes and sees it's his father. "We're having dinner," he says.

"Oh, okay, thanks," he whispers. "I don't know if I should wake her, though. She's been through a lot." He looks over at his sleeping sister. She looks so cute sleeping there in his new bed... he feels bad that he tortured her so much. He pulls the covers back a bit to get a peak of her bikini, then covers her up again -- he wants her to stay nice and warm.

Tyler slowly and quietly extricates himself from under the covers, pulls a shirt on, and goes to use the bathroom. Tired as he is, he forgets about his new en-suite, he leaves the garage to go to the 'regular' bathroom. As he walks through the kitchen he sees that dinner's one of Emma's favorites. He doesn't want Emma to miss that, so after relieving himself he heads back to the garage.

On the way, though, he's distracted when the doorbell rings. It's Uncle Fred. He came over with a finished video, as well as something important to talk to Tyler about. They step into Tyler's old room to talk. Finally they go to the dinner table. Remembering Emma, Tyler asks to be excused and goes to see if she wants to come.

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Emma's lying in bed awake. She could get out of bed but not too much farther since her leash is attached to the bedframe. Anyway, the bed's comfortable and she's in no big rush to get anywhere.

"Oh, you're awake," Tyler says when he enters. "I thought you would still be sleeping." He pulls the covers back a bit and climbs in beside her again, touches her belly and back, and then hugs her tight. "Now you feel nice and warm!" he says, and kisses her on the cheek. "How's my little pet doing?"

"Okay, Master, this bed is really comfy... the sheets are amazingly soft, and the mattress is great!"

"Yeah, it's great. I'm glad you're awake -- we're eating dinner and it's lasagna, your favorite. Are you hungry?"

"Yeah," she replies.

"Great! Well, let's go then." Tyler pulls the covers back, exposing Emma's hardly-clad body to a cold ust of air. "Go on, sit up," he says. "Oh, I guess I should put some cuffs on you before I unlock your leash. I'll use the leather ones this time -- they're more comfortable, right?"

"Yeah, thanks."

Emma sits up in the bed and bends her legs up, bringing her ankles towards her posterior, and Tyler applies ankle cuffs with a ten-inch chain between them. He locks them a bit tighter than they need to be, remembering how Emma requested that earlier in the day. Next he pushes her back down onto the bed and rolls her over onto her stomach. Gently but firmly he takes her wrists and cuffs them tightly behind her back. "Is that tight enough?" he asks.

"Yeah," she says.

Tyler helps her to a standing position and unlocks her leash. "Oh, guess what -- Uncle Fred brought over the video -- if you behave at dinner maybe I'll let you watch it with me on my new TV before we go to bed."

There's a portable full-size mirror standing next to the door of the garage, and as they're about to leave Emma notices how tiny her bikini looks. "Uh, Master, maybe I should change my clothes before dinner?" she asks.

"Of course not!" he says with a laugh. "I love the way you look like that! No reason to change!"

Emma's embarrassed to go to dinner dressed like that. Even for swimming she's never warn bikinis yet. The one-piece suit with the tummy cut out was edgy enough for her, and this... But she knows that she has no choice.

"Is Uncle Fred still here?" she asks timidly. She's hoping that at least he won't see her like this.

Her hope is short lived. "Yeah, he's staying for dinner too."

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When they enter the kitchen, everyone compliments Tyler. "Wow! she looks so cute!" they say to him. Emma laughs. She's wearing the bikini, and Tyler's getting the compliments for it!

"Turn around Emma, look at her butt you guys!" Emma obeys, though she's quite embarrassed. It's like she can feel their eyes shooting their rays right at her butt!

"Mom, why don't you sit down -- Emma can serve us today." The twins help out around the house when they're asked, but usually everyone sits at the table and their mother serves. It's just always been that way.

"Oh, okay, thanks Tyler," their Mom says, sitting down in her place.

'She thanks Tyler when I'm the one who's gonna serve?!' she thinks to herself, amazed. Tyler unlocks her wrist-cuffs and relocks them in front of her so she'll be able to serve. He lets her leash fall to the floor after cautioning her not to try anything foolish.

"What should she start with, Mom?" Tyler asks.

"Well, I guess she can start with bringing the drinks to the table. Then the lasagna -- it's in the oven."

"Okay. Emma, get the drinks. Oh, ask everyone what they want to drink and pour for them."

Emma shuffles her feet quickly to get to the fridge. She can't move very fast because her ankles are locked close together. Those at the table comment on how cute her butt looks when she's shuffling her feet quickly like that. She knows she can do nothing but continue following her orders. Since her wrists are fastened together, she's not able to carry two different drinks, one in each hand, so she has to make extra trips back and forth. Finally, with all five(!) drinks on the table, she gets ready to pour.

"Since I'm your Master, you should serve me first. Today, though, I want you to serve Dad first -- since I'm commanding you to do that, it's okay."

"Daddy, what can I pour you to drink?" she asks her father, feeling so silly.

"A beer, honey," Dad says. She can't get the cap off the beer bottle herself, so Dad twists it off for her, then hands it back to her for her to pour. "Thanks, Emma," Dad says, planting a kiss on her cheek and a hand on her rump.

"Now serve Mom -- hurry up, we're hungry!" Emma pours her mother the Coke she requested. "Now Uncle Fred." Fred has a beer too.

Seeing that Tyler's watching him, he doesn't put his hand on her butt as he'd like to. Instead he kisses her shoulder and tickles her in the side. That causes Emma to spill some beer on his pants. "Hey, Tyler, look what she did!" Fred says with a grin. "Better make her clean it up!"

Tyler sees where his pants are wet and knows why he wants Emma wiping it up. "No, Uncle Fred, it's your own stupid fault for tickling her while she was pouring! Wipe it up yourself!" Dad laughs as he watches this interchange.

"Well can I at least lick the beer of of her? Some of my beer's on her arm and stomach."

Tyler shoots out of his seat and grabs Emma's leash. "Come away from Uncle Fred, Emma," he says, taking the beer bottle out of her hand and putting it on the table. He pulls her away. "Uncle Fred, I really appreciate you buying me that stuff, but that doesn't change anything. I warned you and I'm warning you again -- you act creepy around my Emma and I won't even let you touch her baby fingernail!"

Mom laughs at that comment. "Good for you, Tyler, I'm glad to see you protect your sister!" she says. Then, as an afterthought, she says, "But it is kind of a shame to let that perfectly good beer go to waste. If you're not going to have it, maybe your father would like it -- if that's okay with you, that is."

Tyler looks at Emma and sees that the beer's mostly on her arm, with some drops on her bare stomach and a bit on her thigh. He doesn't see any on her bikini. "Uh, okay, Dad, you want it?"

"Sure!" he says with a laugh.

"Okay. Emma, go to Dad." Emma obeys, again noting to herself that nobody's bothering to ask for her permission. Dad grasps her hips right at the sides of her bikini bottoms, and licks the beer off her stomach, then bends lower and licks it off her thigh. "Uncle Fred, you can have her arm," Tyler decides. "Emma, go to Uncle Fred."

"Mmmm," Fred says. "Beer never tasted so good."

Emma serves Tyler his Coke, and then goes to get the rest of the meal. She serves everyone everything! Once everyone's plate's full (and Emma's drink hasn't even been poured), Tyler says, "Thanks, Emma, that's enough for now. Come sit beside me." He pats the empty chair beside him and she gratefully sits down. Tyler slides his arm through the loop of her leash. "Mom, what should Emma eat?" he asks, pouring Emma a glass of water. (Emma was hoping to drink Coke.)

"What do you mean, Tyler?" his mother asks.

"Well, I want to know what Emma needs to eat to be healthy. I'm going to make sure she eats right -- just enough to be healthy, no more, no less. Not just what tastes good. Watch -- she's not going to complain about her vegetables anymore, she'll finish every drop."

"This I've got to see. Well, then, Lasagna's not the most healthy food, but I guess you can give her a little bit if you want. Give her a big helping of salad, and a slice of bread."

Tyler does just that. Now Emma knows why he gave her water, not Coke. Emma notices not a single vegetable on Tyler's plate!

"Okay, Emma, you may begin eating. You'll finish every drop, right?"

"Yes, Master," she says. She starts with the small portion of Lasagna. Usually she would have eaten four or five times as much of that, and nothing else. She cringes as she sinks her teeth into the salad. It even has radishes, her least favorite vegetable, as well as the salad dressing that she hates. But she manages to finish every drop.

Tyler has her get up and serve her father and Fred a second helping of Lasagna, and refill their drinks. "Don't tickle her," Tyler cautions as she approaches Fred to give him his refill. Funny, Fred was planning to. But he doesn't. Emma returns to her seat without spilling a drop.

"May I have some more Lasagna too, Master?" she asks, hopeful.

"Mom?" Tyler asks his mother.

"Up to you, Tyler. I think she ate enough for a girl her age, she shouldn't need anymore. But you can give her some if you want."

To her horror, she watches as Tyler's hand goes out to the salad bowl! "I don't want you to be hungry," he explains. "But I don't want you to get fat either. Have some more of this."

"That's okay," Emma says, disappointed.

"Eat it," he commands, refilling her glass with more water.

Emma lets out a sigh of relief and obeys.

"Master, I have to pee," Emma whispers in his ear.

"May I please be excused for a moment?" Tyler asks.

"Sure, Tyler," his father responds, guessing what the reason is.

"Come on," Tyler says, tugging gently on Emma's leash. He goes into the bathroom with her and shuts the door behind them He positions her in front of the toilet but remains holding onto her leash. "Okay," he whispers. "I'm not going to watch you -- don't worry. But I want them to think I am watching. So I'll turn around and you tell me when you're done and pulled up your bikini again."

"Okay," she says. It's quite humiliating peeing with him in the room, even if his back's turned. "I'm done," she whispers after pulling her bikini back up.

"Wait, don't flush yet... stand here." Tyler takes her by the shoulders and positions her next to the wall, facing the wall. "I have to go too -- don't turn around or I'll kill you."

It's somewhat comforting to Emma that Tyler pees with her in the room too. She doesn't feel embarrassed about peeing with him there anymore.

"Okay, flush," he tells her after zipping up his fly. The twins share the sink and wash their hands together. Then Tyler wets a washcloth. "I want to clean you where they licked you," he explains as he scrubs at her stomach, thigh and arm with warm water and a bit of soap. "There, I think you're clean now," he says after toweling her dry. Then he sticks his own tongue out and licks her himself -- all over her stomach, arms, and thighs! "Mmmm," he says. "Just the way I like it!" Emma giggles.

They return to the table and Tyler has Emma serve everyone's dessert. Emma's allowed a fruit for her own dessert, not the delicious-looking blueberry cheesecake their mother bought that day.

"So, you guys want to see what I did with the video?" Fred asks as they're finishing up.

"Yeah, I'd love to," Tyler says. "We can all watch in my new room -- I just need a few minutes to get ready first."

"Okay, sure," says Fred.

"Emma, clear the table and load the dishwasher," Tyler commands. Again, Emma gets to work. She's exhausted from all the energy she had to exert serving and makes a mental note to thank her mother for always serving them and never asking for help. After the adults leave the dining room, Tyler whispers, "I'll help you. Go start on the dishwasher, I'll bring you the things."

"Thank-you Master!" She's delighted with his offer. "May I kiss you?"

Tyler smiles. He takes Emma's bound wrists and lifts them up, then puts her arms around his neck, giving him free access to her stomach and chest. He puts his own arms around her, with one hand flat against her back under the string of her bikini top is, and the other hand half resting on her back and half on the top of her bikini bottom. He hugs her tightly and kisses her slowly, over and over again, beginning with her shoulder and working his way up her neck until he gets to her cheek. "Yes you may, Emma," he says with a smile, and she plants a kiss on his lips. She tries to hug him back but it's difficult with her wrists bound together, and she tells him so. "I'll let you later, don't worry," he says. "I love you so much, Emma!"

"I love you, so so much!"

When Tyler's finished clearing the table he unlocks Emma's wrists so she can finish up her work faster. "Thanks," she says. Then the moment she's done, she says, "I'm done, Master, you can lock my wrists again." She shuffles towards him smiling with her wrists crossed in front of her.

Tyler smiles at her. "Behind your back now. Turn around." Emma obeys and a moment later her hands and arms are useless once more. "Oh, I guess I forgot to ask before. Do you have homework today?"

"No, I got it all done yesterday," she says.

"Oh, good -- me too," he lies. "I'll go get Mom, Dad and Fred and we can go watch the movie."

"I need to use the bathroom again, Master."

"Sure," says Tyler, taking her to the bathroom.

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"I just cuffed your wrists for you, though," he says, positioning her standing in front of the toilet. "Instead of having to unlock and relock them," he kneels before her, "I'll just do this for you myself." Emma watches as Tyler grasps the elastic of her bikini bottom between his fingers. She sees Tyler close his eyes and turn his head to the side. Then he pulls her bikini down to her ankles. "Don't worry, I won't look," he says. His hands scoot themselves back up her legs until he reaches her waist, and, keeping his eyes closed he tries his best to help her sit down gracefully.

Emma urinates. When the flow stops, though, she says, "Uh, Tyler... I mean Master... I need to wipe myself."

Tyler didn't think of that. The shock causes him to open his eyes for a split second, but he closes them immediately afterwards. Anyway, his head's turned to the side, and he doesn't think he saw anything more than a bit of her legs.

"Damn, sorry, I forgot about that. Boys don't have to do that. Um... what am I going to do?" he thinks to himself, alloud. "Jeez, me and my great ideas. I'm sorry, Emma."

"That's okay, it's not your fault. Can you just unlock me for a minute?"

"Yeah, but I'd need my eyes to see the combination... I guess... what if I do this?" Emma watches... Without opening his eyes, Tyler feels around until he finds the toilet paper. He tears off a very long piece and rolls it up into a very thick wad. He holds the wad at the end, puts it between her legs and slowly follows them until he thinks he's reached her vagina. "Don't worry, I won't touch it," he says. "Is that it? Did I get it?"

"Um, no, that's too high up... you have to reach lower between my legs, all the way down to my bum really. Sometimes there are drops there too."

"Oh, okay," he says, wondering if yet again he made a stupid decision. Since he's moving below her now, he has no choice but to press the wad a bit against her body in order to follow her contour.

"Okay, I think you got it," Emma says."

"Good," Tyler says, letting the toilet paper fall into the toilet while his hand is still beneath her bottom. Then, it happens. It's a complete accident -- really it is! While Tyler tries to carefully pull his hand out of the toilet, he feels his thumb get 'hugged' between to pieces of soft, warm flesh.

Emma gasps. Tyler knows what he's done and screams a silent scream. Horrified, he instinctively opens his eyes and stares at his hand, seeing the knuckle of his thumb swallowed up between Emma's girlish folds! Emma can't help but giggling silently when she sees the look of fright on his face. She's careful enough not to let Tyler see that, though -- she wouldn't want to offend him, or hurt his feelings. He's obviously being as careful as possible to respect her privacy, and for that she's grateful.

"Oh Jeez," he says, dissapointed in himself. He pulls his hand away quickly, but doesn't bother to close his eyes again. "Sorry about this. You can get up." He puts his hands on her hips and yanks her up. But at the same time Emma herself stands up, and the result of his extra pulling is that Emma loses her balance and her naked vagina actually touches her kneeling brother's cheek! She giggles. Tyler steadies her with his hand and apologizes again. Then both twins burst out laughing.

The twins are laughing hysterically. Maybe a full minute passes, and Tyler's still kneeling in front of her, looking straight at her naked vagina while he giggles.

"Tyler... Tyler... Tyler!" she whispers between giggles.

"What?" he manages.

"Can you pull my bikini back up now?" She's still laughing

"Do it yourself," he says playfully and they both giggle hysterically some more.

"Okay, okay," he says, trying to stop laughing. He slides her bikini up her legs and over her private parts. For some reason -- he's not even sure why -- once her bikini's in place he puts the tips of his three middle fingers on the elastic of the bikini, right in the center, and then brings them downwards, right over her pubic area. Embarrassed for doing that, he turns her around a looks to see that her butt has been properly covered. It has, but he pulls her bikini up just a smidgen more to make it look a little smoother.

Tyler stands behind his sister while she washes her hands, and when she's not looking, brings the thumb that entered her up to his nose and sniffs. He doesn't think he notices any unusual scent on it. Then he washes his hands too.

The twins exit the bathroom to find the three adults waiting for them on the other side of the door, with mixed looks of concern and amusement on their faces.

"You guys were in there a long time," their mother says.

"And what was all that laughing?" their father adds.

"Nothing!" the twins say simultaneously.

"We were just telling jokes," says Tyler. They look at each other uncomfortably for a few moments.

Finally Fred breaks the tension. "So are we gonna watch the movie? 'Cause if not I've gotta get home, I've got a job interview tomorrow."

"Yeah let's watch," Tyler says, but notices Emma trying to hide a yawn. He looks at his watch. "Actually, you know what, it's real late and we have school tomorrow. As much as I'm dying to watch it, I need to put Emma to bed. Let's do it tomorrow."

"You sure?" asks Fred.

"Yeah, it's been a long day. Goodnight everyone." He leads his sister by her leash to the garage.

His mother is so impressed with how responsible Tyler's become and makes a mental note to compliment him for it tomorrow.

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Tyler sits Emma down on his new bed and helps her lie down on her side, with her back towards him. Tyler removes her ankle and wrist cuffs, and massages them all a bit, and then locks her leash to the bedframe. He goes to turn out the light. Then he takes off his shirt and climbs into bed beside her.

The twins hug and pet each other.

"So what's it like?" Tyler asks as Emma's nodding off.

"What?" she asks, half asleep.

"What's it like... you know... having a vagina instead of a penis?"

Emma tries to force herself to wake up and props herself up on an elbow. "I dunno... I just have it. I'm used to it."

"But, like, I mean... my... my penis feels things, like a finger, and you're missing that. I can't imagine what it would be like without it. Do you feel like you're... missing something there?"

"No, not really... Mine can feel things too I guess."

"Did it hurt when I touched it?"

"No, of course not."

"You know it was an accident. I didn't mean to."

"Yeah, I know. It's okay."

"I'll be more careful from now on."

Silence. Emma lies back down on the pillow. Tyler's hand is on her stomach.

She's about to drift off to sleep again, but Tyler whispers, "Your skin feels so nice... so soft and smooth... and warm... I really love touching it."

"I love it when you touch it too," she says.

"Roll onto your side and face the wall. Bend your legs up a bit. Yeah, like that." Tyler rolls onto his side too and puts his arm over his side with his hand on her belly. He presses his chest into Emma's back and bends his legs as well so they're touching hers.

As Tyler drifts off to sleep, Emma feels something like a finger poking at her butt. But with Tyler's hands on her body, she knows it's not a finger. Wondering what it is, she reaches a hand behind her. She reveals that it's inside Tyler's pants, and realizes what it is. 'But why's it hard like that? Is that normal? And they don't usually jut out of a boy's pants like that, do they?' she wonders to herself as she returns her hand in front of her. She hopes that Tyler didn't notice that she felt him briefly. He didn't, though, but in his sleep pulls her into him even more, and again she feels the 'finger' poking at her butt.

When Tyler wakes up in the middle of the night, he notices that Emma has rolled over onto her stomach. Then he notices a familiar uncomfortable feeling. Reaching down he reveals an embarrassing wet spot on the front of his shorts. Suddenly, he thinks of something. He looks over to make sure that Emma's still sleeping, and then puts his hand on her butt. There's a wet spot on the back of her bikini bottom as well!

Tyler just hopes it dries by the morning. It takes him a while to fall asleep again, but he does so eventually. His loins aren't pressed into her, but his arm's around her back.