I was sitting in my home office when Cory came bouncing into the room.
"Hi daddy!!"
"Hello baby. What's up?"
"Ready for the show?" asked Cory barely able to contain her excitement.
"The show?"
"Yes the show. The show. Don't tell me you've forgotten about it already?" I looked up from the computer screen into her hazel eyes. She was quite the beauty, in fact both of them were. I have two daughters, Cory and Amy and the fact they are both beautiful is where any similarity ends. Cory at nineteen is the oldest with raven black, neck length hair, small mouth, and small upturned nose. Her five foot six inch frame is slim with beautiful round curves in all the right places. She's also possessed of perfectly round natural 34D cup breasts and an equally perfect heart shaped ass that I know most men would follow into hell to possess. Amy on the other hand is a tall, lanky five foot eight, eighteen year old with short cut auburn hair, blue eyes, wide mouth with full lips, and a regal, elegant nose adorning her oval face. She also has long legs, a tight round ass and a pair of pert 32B breasts that resemble a pair of upside down teacups.
But as different as they are physically, it's their behavior that really sets them apart. Cory is verbose, vivacious, bright and possessed of a devious mind, while Amy, also bright tends to be very quiet, and more than a bit shy. Cory leads, Amy follows usually happily and such is the dynamic of their close relationship.
"No I haven't forgotten." I looked into her eyes, "Sorry princess, I guess I've been a little distracted of late."
"Distracted? Try Depressed or at the very least gloomy! Well tonight that all changes. Amy and I are going to put on a show that'll blow your mind. Ready?" Her breasts jiggled freely beneath her thin T-shirt and I noticed that she was wearing what looked like fishnet stockings under her khaki shorts. That should've been my first clue that something was amiss.
"The show must go on," I said not really feeling it as Cory took my hands and pulled me out of the chair. She then pulled my chair out and placed it in the middle of the room facing the door. She then pulled me forward and sat me in the chair.
"Just trust me, okay daddy? And do what I say, at least as far as you're able." She giggled a little then kissed me on the cheek. As I sat there I thought back to all the times the girls would stage talent shows for my wife and I. They looked so cute in their little outfits and so funny as they sang and danced always out of tune with each other. Wistfully I wished for those times again when things seemed so much simpler. Suddenly Cory did something I was completely not ready for. Grabbing both my arms, she pulled them back behind the chair. I heard a clink but before I could react my hands had been handcuffed together. She then bounced out of the room only to return instantly with some lengths of ropes.
"Cory, what the...?"
"Now daddy, you promised to trust me right?" Interrupted Cory as she deftly strapped me to the chair. She even tied my legs to the chair's legs making me completely immobile and at the mercy of whatever insidious plan she had in mind. After making sure all her knots weren't going to come loose, she went and stood behind me.
"Okay daddy, say aaaah!"
"I really think this has gone far enough. You need to rel...." Again I was cut off as a plastic ball gag was placed into my mouth, the straps of which were then tied securely behind my head.
"This is just for you daddy." Cory whispered into my ear. She then kissed me on the temple before sauntering over to the door, switching off the light and leaving me bathed in darkness.
It seemed an interminable amount of time passed while I sat tied to that chair. I could hear movement as things were being moved about the room, but they had pulled the blinds and had turned all the lights out in the whole house. I then heard some hushed whispering, then silence. I didn't have to wait long before someone entered the room.
Suddenly, flash, a handheld spotlight was turned on illuminating Cory's face, though I had to do a double take before I realized it really was Cory. She wore a top hat, what looked an old tuxedo jacket with tails and nothing underneath; I could see the outline of her breasts shimmer beneath the jackets lapels. She also had on the fishnet stockings but instead of the shorts, she wore what looked like a leather thong bikini with a zipper on the front, while on her feet she wore shoes with four inch heels. In one hand she held the spotlight, while in the other it looked as though she had a riding crop. My eyes nearly bulged out of my head as another part of my anatomy suddenly came to life. Then just as suddenly I had the urgent need to rid myself of my bonds.
"Prisoners, heed your mistress. As part of your torture tonight, I give you the slave girl Fateema!!" Cory swung the spotlight to the doorway where a radiant, veiled Amy stood, fully decked out in an 'I Love Genie' outfit, except that the one Amy wore left nothing to the imagination. She wore an open push up brassiere with nipple clamps on each teet connected by a small gold chain. Her pantaloons were completely see-through showing her hairless vagina, her long legs and tight backside. She was barefoot while on her wrists hung several colorful bracelets. As Arabic style music emanated from a boombox Amy began a seductive dance into the room. As she swayed her hips, she moved her arms and snapped her fingers in time to the music all the while gradually moving closer to my chair, and as she got closer my body betrayed me as my cock grew hard as steel making a very noticeable tent in my pants.
"Stop there, slave!" commanded Cory. As Amy did as she was told, Cory came forward and pulling a string on Amy's pantaloons, let them slide to the floor leaving Amy wearing only a thin gold chain around her abdoman.
My mind was reeling; the whole thing had taken on a surreal dreamlike quality. I couldn't understand what had gotten into my decent, proper daughters. It was like I didn't know these girls; they had become complete strangers.
Stepping behind Amy, Cory held the spotlight and riding crop in one hand, while she seductively stuck two of her fingers between her red lips. Then reaching around Amy, Cory ran her wet fingers up through Amy's labia to her now prominently protruding clit.
