'Hush' said Susan Grant as she leaned carefully over her sleeping daughter, putting her hand firmly over the six year old's mouth.

Sian Grant's eyes flew open at her mother's touch, but beneath the hand that prevented her speaking - or more accurately, reminded her to be quiet - she smiled.

'It's time to get up,' whispered Susan to the stirring child. 'Time to go in the mirror.'

Sian blinked to show she understood - she had learned not to try to talk or even move her head while her mom had her hand over the her mouth. Although the little girl hadn't been in the mirror for a few weeks she knew there was never any warning or any suggestion it was time again. Sian never knew until her mother appeared in the soft, fuzzy light of early morning in her bedroom to wake her like this.

Her mother holding a small ball gag and a short length of rope in her free hand, but kept her hand over her small daughter's face as the child pushed back the covers, swung her legs over the edge of her bed and stood. Sian knew what to do: she had to press her face into her mother's hand, to make sure there was no chance of saying anything as she rose.

Sian stood, wanting to stretch but remembering to keep her hands down. Her mother smiled, barely visible in the early light of day, but Sian knew her mother was happy. She always was, when she did this.

Susan indicated her daughter should turn round, but Sian didn't need to be told. She knew the routine well by now. As the small girl turned, the woman's hand briefly came away from her mouth and Sian opened wide for the ball gag to slip between her teeth. She bent her head to allow her mom to fasten the gag strap's buckle in the back of her head.

Now she was gagged the little girl could move her hands. As best she could, fumbling at her buttons, Sian unfastened her PJs and slipped the top off, pushing at the elasticized waist band of her pants to drop them. She picked them up, folded them, and put them on her pillow, as she'd been taught.

Naked, the girl put her hands behind her and Susan swiftly tied them there.

They left Sian's small bedroom and quietly crossed the hallway to the bathroom. The rest of the house - Sian's daddy, her two older brothers Sam and Eric - were sleeping still.

This was always the most risky part of the game: getting Sian to the toilet and then downstairs without disturbing anyone else. But they had done it lots of times and the child knew how to be as quiet as a mouse, even if she wasn't gagged.

Sian perched on the toilet and did what she had to do, watched by her mom. The woman never said anything while her daughter peed, waiting until her daughter had finished and then helping her off the seat before wiping her.

Silently, the woman shepherded her daughter out of the bathroom and down the stairs to the hallway.

The morning light was getting a little better but it was still gloomy - but there was enough light for Susan to find the key for the mirror.

The hallway mirror was the one secret in the house that only Susan and her daughter knew about: a full-length mirror that was a door to a tiny closet. The Realtor had shown Susan when the Grant family bought the house two years before. But it was only Susan who saw it then. No one else was there.

The lockable and hinged door opened up to a small space, just big enough for a child. Big enough for a bound and gagged small girl, Susan had noted.

In itself the small closet would have been remarkable, but the previous owners had made it more so: they had put in one-way glass. It wasn't a true mirror but with no light behind it the glass became a mirror. The person inside it could see out but not be seen.

Susan knew that while all the males in the house slept well, she hadn't much time to prepare her daughter. She busied herself with some rope from inside the closet. Swiftly but expertly she bound Sian's arms behind the child, running ropes round the little girl's chest and waist to keep her arms pinned to her slender body.

Then she slid the two lubricated child-sized dildos into Sian. A thinner, pencil like one for her ass and a thicker one for her cunny. A rope was run through the small loops at the end of each and used to tie the girl's bound hands to the waist rope at the front.

The two dildos wouldn't slip out that way and the rope added pressure between the silenced child's legs, which pleased the mother.

All that was left to do was tie Sian's legs together both above and below her knees and at her ankles and then lift the delightfully light child into the small space. Susan had put straps at the back wall, and she positioned her daughter so that she was able to buckle the straps closed.

One at the child's throat, one across her flat chest, another across her hips and a final one across her legs, above her knees. There was, as Susan had intended, no way the child could move from her standing position.

'Bye, sweetheart,' whispered the mother. 'See you later.' She took one last look at her perfect little bound and gagged daughter and closed the door. She locked the door and removed the key, tapped the glass in a little goodbye signal and went back upstairs to bed, climbing in next to her husband Todd.

Back in her bed before the men woke, before the day started.

Males, being males, were full of the day ahead of them, what they wanted to do, when they eventually woke. The two boys asked, briefly at some point, where "sis" was as they grabbed breakfast.

'At Carly's' said Susan casually. 'She was up very early and went over for the day. She'll be home later.'

That's all they needed to know. It was all Todd needed to know before he went out.

Sian's two brothers turned on the TV - visible from the mirror in the hallway - and amused themselves the way boys do. They even came to the mirror to check themselves, the way a boy's vanity requires.

When they had rushed out, Susan would go to the mirror in the hallway and tidy herself, smiling at her reflection and winking at her small, bound and gagged daughter strapped inside it.

Occasionally, when she was sure she was alone and wouldn't be disturbed, Susan would lift her skirt or drop her jeans and masturbate so she could see herself, knowing she was being silently watched from within.

And if her husband and sons had gone fishing all day, Susan would get a chair and place it in front of the mirror, find some rope and a scarf and then - having gagged herself - proceed to tie herself to the chair. She was good at self-bondage and behind her own gag she would smile, knowing that her helpless daughter could see her immobilized like the child was herself. And Susan could see her own reflection, which pleased her too.

But whenever she could, even if she couldn't play with herself or tie herself up, Susan would find time to pass by, smile at her reflection and mouth "Mirror, mirror on the wall, I love you most of all".

Sian was still too young to understand and thus would never really know if it was for her, or whether her mommy was saying it to her own reflection. But when the girl got older she would be able to console herself it was for both of them.

When she was a little older too she would be able to silently watch her mom undress Carly in front of the mirror. Sian would be able to see her mother play with the little girl's body, teasing the eight year-old child, playing with the naked girl's flat chest and exploring her small, hair-free sex. Watching the girl use her hand on Sian's mother's shaved sex. Inside the woman, a little balled fist.

Watching her own mother tie the small girl's hands behind her in a perverse little game for lovers. But most of all watching Carly and the mother mouth "Mirror, mirror on the wall, I love you most of all"

In the years ahead Sian never would know who was talking to who, or if Carly knew her friend was tied up inside the mirror. But as Sian eventually had little vibrators tied into her cunt and ass, maybe it didn't matter.