Louise stretches out in her double bed. She so enjoys lazy Sundays. She puts on her dressing gown and heads downstairs. But Sam's nowhere to be seen. So she puts the kettle on, reminiscing about Sam's hard cock filling her earlier that morning. Her mind wanders as the pressure in her pussy slowly builds. Her hands slide down to her breasts, caressing them softly. It feels so good and her hands travel further down. The heat is burning through her panties. Louise knows that she needs relief ... satisfaction. She spreads her legs and starts rubbing her clit, letting her juices flow down her legs. She buries two fingers deep inside curling them, rocking her body back and forth. Her free hand stretches her nipples, pulling and tweaking. Louise fucks herself freely.
"Oh daddy!" she moans.
"Yes, Louise?" Sam replies.
Louise spins round, shocked. Quickly she adjusts herself.
"Nothing daddy" she blushes. "How long have you been standing there?"
"Long enough to know my baby girl needs a good fuck," smiles Sam "but that is going to have to wait until later. I have a favour that I need to ask you. I am going to need your help this evening. I'm invited to a party. But the hosts want you to come with me. They know you're my daughter and I'm very protective of you. But they are rather important to my business. I need to close a deal next week and I can't afford to let them down. Do you understand? They saw you with me at the charity ball last month and are insistent that you attend. They've even sent over this backless black dress to wear. Will you wear it tonight?"
"Yes, daddy, but only because it's for your business."
Louise opens the box, taking the dress out to inspect it.
"It should fit you beautifully." Sam remarks, "Remember. It's a party. And these people are vital to my business. We have to be perfect guests, Louise. Do you understand? I'll be along at 7pm in black tie to pick you up, baby. Thank you so much for this."
"It's alright daddy, it's just dinner!"
The knot in Sam's stomach tightens. He has a huge hardware order riding on their custom. But it was their interest in Louise being his 20 year old daughter... It was a bit strange. It's not that normal in business to invite someone over before a deal - certainly not to a party at the weekend. And to send the dress for Louise to wear too? Sam has an awful feeling about tonight, something he couldn't shake, and his nerves are on tenterhooks because of it.
The day drags slowly. Finally, 5pm comes round and time to start getting ready. Louise sinks into a red hot bubble bath, letting the heat ease away any tensions. She makes sure every inch of her is completely smooth. She steps out of the tub, wrapping her hair in a towel. She sits on the side of the bath and applies moisturiser all over her naked body, rubbing it in slowly, massaging every inch, teasing herself. Louise heads into the bedroom, sitting at her dressing table and applies her make-up. She opts for a deep crimson red lipstick, and dark smouldering eyes. To her curls, she applies some mousse and tousles it up, clipping it up loosely at the back. A few stray curls frame her face.
Louise selects a black micro-thong. There is no need for a bra as the dress has it built in. She slides silk stockings up her legs, the lace hold-up clinging to her thigh. She slips the dress over her head, realising it doesn't cover a lot. The thick straps around the neck allow it to be completely backless to just above her bum. There the skirt frills a little and stops just under her bum. As Louise bends over in it, it rises up and you can see her pussy wrapped in the thong like a sweet little gift. She slips on her sexy black heels on and grabs her clutch bag. Remembering this is for her daddy's business, Louise heads downstairs - one final look in the mirror.
Sam arrives at 7 and is stunned by how good his daughter looks in the black dress.
"You look ... well ... ravishing, baby." stumbling over his words, hardly able to contain himself.
"So do you, daddy." Louise replies, seeing him in a black jacket, black trousers, white shirt and bow tie.
Buy Sam is worried about what this evening entails and Louise can clearly see how nervous her father is. Sam escorts Louise to the car opening the passenger door. Nerves or no nerves – Sam always appreciates his little girl in a short dress and stockings. He won't miss this chance to look at her legs.
Sam drives the two of them to a large, smart detached house. Parking on the gravel drive, there are only a couple of other cars on the drive. It's a select party obviously. Sam rings the doorbell. A slim, young blonde girl opens the door. She's about the same age as Louise. She's also wearing the same black dress as Louise. Sam quickly glances at Louise in case she's embarrassed, but the truth is, it must be the hosts' choice. The girls legs are bare and tanned. Her honey blonde hair scooped and caught in a bunch. She wears white earrings and gives Sam and Louise each a glass of champagne as they enter. The hostess arrives. A slim, trim figure with perfect hair - you would think she was 30 something - but is in fact in her late 40s.
"Welcome, Sam." she greets "Thank you for coming over. And your daughter was able to make it after all. I am so glad. I know you are such a protective daddy. Well, it's lovely to meet You, Louise. You've met our maid, Victoria – I call her Vicky. I'm Ivana. My husband Alex will be here in a moment. I am sure we will all have fun together tonight."
"It's a pleasure meeting you" Louise replies politely, trying to ignore Ivana's choice of dress, a rubber cat-suit, hardly appropriate for a dinner party. It suddenly dawns on Louise that there aren't enough people here for it to be a dinner party.
Louise glances over at Sam, mouthing "I want to go home NOW!"
"Vicky. Top up our drinks now. We must indulge our guests. Then go downstairs to help Alex to finish what he is doing."
Vicky takes the champagne bottle and tops up the three glasses. She puts it down - a picture of elegance - and slips out of the room.
"Alex and I like beautiful things, like Vicky. She is beautiful, isn't she? And you are beautiful too, Louise! It makes me feel all kinky. And I like to do kinky things with others. Louise, do you like to do kinky things too?"
Louise feels her father's eyes on her. Sam needs her to consent or he's ruined. At the same time he's scared of what exactly Louise is consenting to.
Alex appears in the doorway, as Louise answers - "If I can speak frankly, Ivana, I am not very experienced in the art of sex or kinkiness, but I have a natural curiosity to explore and try new things."
Sam sees the desire in Alex's eyes, and suddenly wishes he had never agreed to this.
"Excellent answer, Louise. You are young and therefore I was hoping that you'd be both innocent and adventurous." replies Ivana.
Every moment tightens the knot of Sam's stomach. He gulps down his champagne, and Vicky quickly refills his glass.
Alex seems to be undressing Sam's baby girl with his eyes. Sam is furious. He is just about to say something - anything just to distract him - when Sam notices Ivana giving Alex a steely glare. Alex drops his head and stares at the floor. Sam relaxes a little - maybe tonight won't be so bad after all.
Louise shifts uncomfortably in her seat, clearly not enjoying this situation she's found herself in. Her chest hurts - why did daddy agree to this, why did he drag his innocent little girl into this?
"Join us downstairs in the basement. Come with me Louise. Sam – follow us." says Ivana.
Sam follows the pair downstairs – two gorgeous figures. They enter a Spartan room with a large bed and a steel frame around it. Hanging from the top of the frame are two short chains with cuffs. Lying on the bed is a short horse crop. There is a white and silver umbrella and a photographic light. In the middle of the room is a video camera mounted on a tripod. Sam remembers that Alex described himself as a film maker. By the bed, Vicky has slipped in and waits patiently for her mistress and master.
Ivana says "Welcome to our playroom and our studio. I hope you like it, Louise."
Again Sam looks at Louise. Her eyes are wide and she seems frozen on the spot. But Louise realises she has to hide her true feelings. She walks over to the riding crop, picks it up and lets it slide through her fingers.
"It is very intriguing." she finally manages to reply.
Ivana speaks again. "Stand on the bed, Louise. Vicky - help our guest."
Louise gets on the bed a little unsteadily in her heels. Vicky is barefoot and quickly beside her. She reaches to lift Louise's arm to the cuff and secures it around her wrist. She moves the other side and repeats this. Louise stands on the bed, arms spread-eagled above her, trapped now.