PARENTS REACT TO MY TIE-UP

BY LANA
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Well, when I got downstairs, mom and dad were sitting on the couch in the TV room. I stood a little distance away, covering my breasts with one arm and my pubic area with the other hand. Mom told me to come closer, which I did. She still had to reach out to pull me to where they could see me and touch me without getting up. Mom pulled my arm away from my breasts and dad pulled my hand away from my pubic area. I was so embarrassed! Although mom had seen me on occasion nude after a shower, dad had never seen me naked since I was a baby. Now I stood completely naked in front of them, the rope marks still very prominent on my body where Clark had tied me up. They told me to turn around so they could see the marks better. When I had turned around completely, dad touched the rope marks which had tied my breasts, and I couldn't help myself -- my nipples and aureola instantly became erect. He saw this, and smiled a little. They asked me a lot of questions. If I enjoyed being tied up by Clark, how long we had been doing it, how I got started with him tying me up, what I enjoyed and how did I enjoy it. Dad pulled me closer, and felt my labia, which were still wet from all my orgasms when Clark had me tied up, and he stuck a finger into my vagina. I gasped, my clitoris showing itself as he toyed inside me. He pulled out his finger and asked me if, every once in a while, he or mom could tie me up. I didn't know what to say, but eventually I nodded, not really certain I wanted them to. Especially dad. They told me I could go back upstairs now. When I turned, I felt two hands slap my naked bottom. I finally got up to my room and shut the door. I was breathing hard, excited while at the same time full of --not fear -- expectation? Still not the right word. Anyway, I went to take a shower to clean myself up, and ended up playing with myself and orgasming in the shower. I had never even thought about doing this before, but being naked in front of my folks aroused me more than I thought. I returned to my room and lay on my bed, nude and damp. I couldn't -- that is, can't wait until I get tied up again. But by who? That is the question, isn't it?