BDSM Time

Sarah gets up out of bed and walks to the bedroom beuro. You follow behind and watch as she opens one of the drawers. You dig your hands in and feal up the toys until you find something of use. You pull out a black leather collar attached to a chain leash and a vibrator.

Sarah bites her lip as she looks at you with a lustful gaze. Before you decide what to do next you hear a creek from the closet. You turn and a slight grin appears on your face. You walk past Sarah and to the closet where you yank the door open.

A flustered Miranda is on the floor with her hands above her face in a pathetic attempt to defend herself.

"Oooo, someone's been a naughty girl!" Sarah mocks.

You pin Miranda down and she starts to sqirm however it is useless because you easily overpower her. You then wrap the collar you were holding around her neck. "Get another collar from the drawer," you order.

"Yes, daddy," Sarah says and then moves to the drawer.

"John stop, this isn't funny. Please, stop," Miranda pleads.

"Well you seemed to have enjoyed our little show so I don't understand why you wouldn't want to be included," you say as you feel up her breasts. "Besides, you didn't put your cloths back on,"

You give one of her breasts a squeeze and she gasps in response. Your other hand moves down to her crotch and it feels slightly damp. Miranda blushes and struggles even more against you. You begin to lower her panties and she suddenly kicks you and gets up. Before she can run her leash is pulled by Sarah, causing her to fall.

"You're not going anywhere. Until daddy is satisfied you're our bitch!" Sarah says.