She saw herself there, little different from the boy she wasyesterday, but what Margo had done to her hair, well it was remarkable. It looked like the... way a girl she knew in class had it, short, sassy,playful. She pictured herself with earrings, little studs...maybe thatwas the next step. She really did look cute as she smiled to herself.She felt a stirring in her crotch. "Not again." She whispered.Her mother and father might have chuckled ruefully at her consternation,adolescent youth and. Each minute felt like an hour as I would fade in an out of my awareness, the plug waking me up each time it reached the maximum size of it's cycle. I passed out and when I came to my Domina was standing over me with the stretcher in Her hand. I could feel my ass hanging open, slack and dripping. She pumped up the stretcher to it's maximum size, turned on the vibrater and fucked my ass with it. It slid easily into my hole, the knobs rolling over my swollen rosebud as She pulled it out. She. “I don’t have anything like that that I can do again,” he informs her. “Besides, you already have that inside you. You’re tapped into the dark magic as well.”“How do I unlock it?” she inquires.“Only time will allow for it.”And patience is not your virtue.Once they are past the doorway to the room, suddenly father and daughter are tearing one another’s clothes off. “Then I will do my best,” she says just before they are kissing, caressing and rubbing each other everywhere, the room quickly. “You must submit to your master.”With that, the tentacle pulled my hand out of my pussy holding it away from my dripping sex. “What the fuck? No, I need this. Please, give me my orgasm.”I tried to continue fingering myself but the tentacle would not allow me to move my hand an inch. I tried to quickly get my other hand to my pussy but the tentacle was faster. It wrapped itself around my other wrist and held both of my hands still. I could feel my orgasm subsiding before I had been rewarded.