Sandra Rifles Through My Toys

"Nice, bed." Sandra turned around, strolling over to my bed like it was hers. If I had any sense, I would I fucked her against the bed right then and there."Very bouncy. I wonder, if we had sex on here, and Paige was in her basket, how would she react? Think it would make her squirm?"

"Would you like it if she did?" I asked. Since I learned about her mother's slavery, the though had crossed my mind that it might be possible that the mother and daughter might not be so different. But, Sandra's fierce independence made that hard to imagine. Besides, while the sex had always been good between us, it hadn't been very strange. "You're kinkier then I thought."

"You never asked. Is this your gear box?" She pointed to a large box in the corner, losing interest in the bed as easily as it had drawn her attention. Before I could even answer, the damn girl was already rifling through it.

"Oh man, father used to have boxes like this stashed all over the place." She pulled out a pair of cuffs and discarded them on the ground to her side. I leaned over and grabbed them, putting them back in place. "If my mom ever spoke out of turn, he'd keep her gagged for hours. I tried putting one of her gags on one time when I was seven. Almost choked on it. After that father never left any outside of a locked box."

Her latest find was a pair of severe nipple clamps with a chain running between. They even had the alligator jags on the surface so they bit extra hard. I tried to warn her what she was getting into, but before I could she snapped it on to her index finger. Surprisingly enough, this wasn't a great idea. She yelped in pain, and pulled the clamp off, leaving her with a red throbbing finger.

"Having fun?" I asked. It was hard to suppress a laugh.

"I'm a kid in a toy store over here." She smiled at me. God she's cute. "Kiss it for me." She held up her finger. Naturally, I pretended to bite it.

After some light romantic shenanigans, she went back to the box. She examined a big red ball gag, testing it briefly against the opening of her mouth. Then she found a pair of Paige's lacey under things. Frankly, I don't even know why those were in there. But, what drew her attention most firmly was something she found at the very bottom of the box. She pulled it out into the light. It was a hard steel chastity belt. And identical model to the one that locked up Paige's pussy. She tilted her head in confusion.

"A spare." I explained, grabbing it from her hand.

Then Sandra developed an expression that told me in no uncertain terms that she was up to no good.