The poor girl, I guess I should have felt sorry for her. Samantha's self bondage attempt had gone so wrong, the misery and frustration of it all reflected in her pretty face. In the center of the old basement stood the spectacular sight of my nineteen year old stepdaughter, my nineteen year old naked stepdaughter drawn tightly into a standing spread eagle squirming hard to escape her self-imposed fetters. Tantalizingly close, the escape key had melted out of its ice prison just as it should, but when it fell it tangled in the chain attached to her wrist cuff and dangled oh so close, but just out of her reach.
A wide, thickly padded, black leather strap covered Sammie's mouth from just under her nose to the bottom of her chin extending about two inches past the corners of her mouth on each side. Two narrower straps of leather, one on either side of the wide, padded mouth cover wrapped around her head, and buckled tightly in back to hold, what I assumed to be, a penis gag locked in place. Somewhere during the course of her session a strap broke on her butterfly vibrator leaving it hanging crazily off to one side teasing the Hell out of her right thigh, not, I assume, exactly what she had in mind.
Standing on the bottom step of the basement stairs I smiled at my trapped stepdaughter and asked quietly, "Got a problem Sammie?"
Samantha jerked her head up, startled by my sudden appearance. Her blue eyes filled with a curious mixture of embarrassment and gratitude her entire naked body burned scarlet with humiliation. It's not every day that your stepfather catches you in self-bondage, especially when things have gone so wrong and you can't get yourself back out!
The gratitude in her eyes changed quickly to shock, then to outrage as I cut the cord holding the escape key and tossed it into the corner. I pitched the dangling butterfly vibrator as well. Sammie would have no need of plastic now. It was no deep dark secret that the mere sight, even the scantiest thought of the girl made my dick hard enough to chisel granite, so there was no way on the face of the planet I was about to pass up this opportunity! My own stepdaughter, bound and gagged, naked and helpless! Jesus H. Christ I thought I had died and gone to heaven!
With her eyes growing larger by the second, Samantha watched in mounting agitation as I retrieved a coil of rope from my workbench. It didn't take me long to get that naked young body stretched into proper standing helpless spread-eagle and by then my stepdaughter's muzzled grunts of protests filled the basement. Samantha could only watch helplessly while I double checked her bonds, her lovely blue eyes filled with a mixture of trepidation, outrage, humiliation, and outright contempt, straining hard against her now inescapable bonds, her anxious grunts of protest music to my ears.
I couldn't help but leer at her naked body, my God how often had I fantasized about this, and now, unwittingly, she had given it to me! I circled her several times drinking in magnificent naked Sammie body while she grunted and squirmed in dark humiliation to escape her fetters. She flashed me that "You go to Hell you dirty bastard" glare, looking at me as if I had just oozed out from under a pile of rotting garbage. I smiled at my squirming stepdaughter, patted her well rounded, silken, bare fanny, and said, "I'll be right back Sammie."
I couldn't wait to get my hands on the most perfect set of 38-Cs to ever exist as my dick twitched insistently at the thought of perfect, flawless, silky smooth Sammie flesh under my fingers!
I returned several minutes later with a large bottle of a very expensive, slightly warmed skin moisturizer. I set it on the workbench so Sammie could look at it nervously while I “dressed” for the occasion. Samantha turned her attention from the bottle of moisturizer to me and watched horrified as I slid out of my clothes and into the ruffled green panties she removed at the start of her ill-fated self-bondage session.
Squirming and whimpering behind her gag a very nervous Sammie watched helplessly as I squirted a large dollop of the warm oil into my hand and started to apply it to her delectable bottom. Her well-rounded derriere quickly became slick under my exploring fingers and an abundant supply of warm oil. I moved on to my stepdaughter's spectacular thighs, so satin smooth they made the finest silk feel a coarse as old burlap sack.
For the better part of two hours I ran my oily hands freely all over my stepdaughter's naked body, slathering warm oil on every millimeter of Sammie flesh I could get my hands on until I turned my full attention at long last to my stepdaughter's dazzlingly perfect 38-Cs. Dear God in heaven I couldn’t believe it! I had my hands full of Samantha titties! How often had I dreamed of handfuls of Samantha titties! Superb, breathtaking, exquisite, incredible, spectacular, glorious, stunning, Samantha titties!
I started out slowly and worked Sammie's magnificent titties long and hard with the warm, slippery oil. My naked, stepdaughter squirmed helplessly and desperately against her bonds, screaming her protests behind her gag as I squeezed, massaged, and fondled her exquisite young titties with enormous relish. Dear God in heaven, Samantha titties! I had my hands full of Samantha titties! For every drop of the warmed oil I managed to work into the rest of my stepdaughter's naked body, I tried to massage a gallon of it into the most exquisite titties I've ever had my hands on in my life, Samantha titties. I don't mean to imply that I ignored any part of Sammie's magnificent naked body, far from it, but Lord knows I did spend as much time oiling up her breathtaking titties as I did working the rest of her superb young flesh.
The little buds on the ends of my stepdaughter's nipples turned into tiny rocks and I rolled them between my thumbs and forefingers eliciting moans of pleasure from behind her muzzle. Stunned by this completely unexpected reaction from my stepdaughter I allowed my oil-soaked hands to travel south where I parted the soft folds of her flesh and toyed with her charged button, now gleaming with freshly applied oil. Much to my shocked amazement, it stood rigid and erect, demanding attention!
Sammie whimpered under my careful manipulations, not a frantic plea for me to stop as I expected, rather a desperate appeal for me to continue! The thought of my stepdaughter pleading with me to masturbate her to orgasm, well! I squirted another generous handful of the warm oil into my palm and pressed a bit harder between her breath-taking legs. Squeezing, stretching, and manipulating Sammie's charged button with my well lubricated fingers I quickly brought my stepdaughter's blood to a rolling boil.
A long low moan escaped from behind Sammie's gag, she leaned her head back resting it on my chest. She began pumping her hips on my hand in earnest, squirming on my fingers urgently. With her eyes closed tightly, her chest heaving as she gasped with pleasure, every muscle in her naked body stretched tight, my stepdaughter pumped her hips enthusiastically in time to my careful ministrations. I felt my stepdaughter's body stiffen, her back arched, heard her breath catch in her throat, then she shuddered under the impact of an intense orgasm.
With one arm wrapped around my naked stepdaughter's waist to support her, I worked Sammie's crotch deftly to prolong and intensify her pleasure as she quivered and shuddered and moaned in the throes of her long denied orgasm. After several long minutes, gasping for air, Sammie hung limp and spent in her restraints.
"Are you ready to be cut down?" I whispered in a soft tone, still stroking her button gently.
I felt my
stepdaughter's naked body tremble in anticipation, a long, deep throaty moan
escaped from behind her gag as almost imperceptibly Sammie shook her head.
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