She liked the handcuffs. She thought alocking corset was brilliant. She thought a penis gag was inspired.There was a novelty bra with small propellors... protruding at thenipples. She bought that, too.Then she came upon an angry looking display of twisted plastic andmetal. The chastity cages."I think my maid needs one of these," she said."No, madam. I don't." Are you kidding me. Housework excites you, and I can't have a maidwith her itty-bitty peenie sticking up." Itty-bitty?" Don't worry about. The harder I tried, the more I could feel my orgasm slipping away instead of getting closer.“I’m cumming!” He called out as he pushed his hips up to plant himself as deep in me as possible.Everything slowed down, and we both returned to the reality of me half-naked in his lap. I was still feeling horny since I hadn’t cum, but I was happy that he was feeling good. I pulled myself up and off of him slowly. Both of us had a bit of a mess from the mix of my wetness and his cum.“What was that. He knew he had a huge problem on his hands. How many men have unknowingly gangbanged their own daughters? He had felt sick to the stomach, like a giant knot had been tied in his gut, and had barely remembered to call work and say he was sick. He had spent the day wandering aimlessly around the house, going back to double check the footage before wandering more. His wanderings took him into Emily's room, and something caught his eye; her laptop, which sat on her desk. Maybe if he searched, he. " You won't be going out that much just yet, my pet. You will however have to wear your pretties any time you are with me. That's why you need so many." But Mistress," I stammered. "What about when I'm at work?" I should think it obvious that since you are at work, you will wear your pretties under your suit," she replied frostily. "Even though to the people at the office, you are the boss, we know better, don't we? Your panties and whatever else I decide to dress you in will be a constant.