"Ok, I'm here. What in the hell am I supposed to do? Serve you drinks?" I asked. I wasn't being too nice about it, either.
"Daddy... you're going to have to change your attitude. When this is over, you're going to be thanking me."
"Somehow I doubt that," I said.
"Trust me," she giggled. "Tonight is a dream come true." She took my hand and led me over to the corner, split the curtain and urged me to sit on the couch. "This will be much better than any video. And just so you know, I'm taping the entire thing so we can watch it later."
She pointed to the small, hidden camera set at the top of the curtain, where it was anchored to the wall. I never would have seen it if she hadn't pointed it out. Was she trying to get more blackmail material? I was getting in way over my head.
As I sat there she pulled a pair of handcuffs out from under the couch. "Turn around," she said, taking one wrist in hand and wrapping the cold metal around it.
"What the hell?" I asked.
"Just give me your other wrist," she said, pulling it behind me and cuffing it too. Now my hands were trapped behind my back.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
She giggled. "Silly question, daddy." She grabbed a bundle of rope from beneath the couch, too, and began wrapping it around my left ankle and then tying it to the leg of the couch. "I'm making sure... that my friends... have every opportunity... to do whatever... they... like... to you." And with those final words, my right ankle was tied securely to the leg of the couch, making me completely helpless. I couldn't move.
She stood and grabbed a scarf that was tossed on the back of the couch. "And just so they think you won't be able to recognize who they are... and they won't be able to see who you are..." She tied the scarf around the top half of my face as a blindfold. But I was able to see, a little, through the thin material. "Can you see?" she asked.
"No," I lied.
"Daddy... you're supposed to be able to see. I want you to. I want you to be able to see *everything*," she giggled. Emmanuelle began sliding her hands over her body, sliding one inside her bikini bottoms and obviously touching herself.
"Em... what the hell are you doing?" I asked, just looking at her, my cock throbbing from watching her masturbate.
She pulled her damp fingers free and licked them clean, while I helplessly watched. "I'm giving you a really big gift. I know you want to fuck my friends, daddy. I've watched you masturbate while you watch them. Tonight's your chance."
I was... dumbfounded... to put it mildly. Her stating that left me in complete shock and all I could do was just sit there. I could feel the cool metal of scissors on my stomach and watched helplessly as she cut up the middle and on both arms, until my t-shirt was dangling and she pulled it free. Then she sliced through my shorts and underwear on either side of my hips and pulled that useless cloth away. And within the space of a few minutes, I was completely helpless and completely naked, my cock pointing skyward at full mast.
"Mmmm," Emmanuelle said appreciatively, sliding the tip of her finger on my leg, moving so close to my cock. "Very nice, daddy." My cock was starting to swell under her gaze, moving towards my full erection.
"Baby, we can't," I practically moaned. I wanted her touch so badly, but I wasn't sure it was right. "I'm your dad."
She licked her lips almost longingly and then slid her hand into her bikini bottoms again. "*Step* daddy," she said softly, her eyes never leaving my cock. I watched her close her eyes in pleasure before she pulled her damp fingers free again. "I'm sorry I don't have panties for you this time, daddy," she whispered moving her hand towards my face and swiping her wet fingers over and around my lips. "Hopefully this makes up for it."
She giggled and turned away, closing the curtain behind her. I heard her dash up the stairs to go back to her friends. I could smell the fresh scent of her cunt on my lips and tentatively licked it. God I felt like such a horrible person for enjoying her taste. I wanted this. I wanted all of this!
It was really quiet as I sat there, waiting. I could hear faint laughing and joking, but couldn't tell if it was the girls or if I was just imagining things. I have no idea how long I waited, but it seemed like hours. I finally heard them coming into the house, still giggling, and then coming down the stairs. I started to feel scared, wondering if they'd recognize me... wondering if they would be upset that I was there.
Then they were in the room, hidden from view by the sheet, but I could hear their low voices.
"Is that where he is?" one asked.
"Mmm hmm," I heard Emmanuelle respond. "Ready and waiting for us."
"Oh my gosh, I can't believe you did this!" exclaimed another.
"My present," Emmanuelle giggled. "Wanna see?"
A chorus of yes broke out among the girls and they giggled. I could hear them come closer and I heard the gasps as Emmanuelle parted the curtain to let them see. I could barely see them through the thin material of the scarf, but I didn't let them know that. They were all in bikini tops, but most of them were wearing shorts below.
"And all tied up for our pleasure I see," Hannah commented. She was the most flirtatious of Emmanuelle's friends. While she was a little on the chubby side, she had a good body. And her personality meant she'd be an adventurous fuck.
"Why is he blindfolded?" asked Lilly. She was a small woman, shy, with a bit of a bookworm appearance. Her bikini was the least racy.
"So he won't know who you are and he's forced to feel everything you do to him. You can do anything... and I mean anything you want with him. Feel free to explore your naughty side." Emmanuelle giggled. "He calls himself Big Daddy... for a pretty good reason... and is waiting for you to use him in any way you like."
"Ooh... just seeing a cock like that gives me ideas," Hannah said.
"Mm hmm!" Abby added. "I'm first!"
"Huh uh," Emmanuelle said, shaking her head. "We play a game to determine who gets to play with him."
Lilly asked "What game?"
Emmanuelle smiled. "I call it Predator and Prey." She backed up and started to close the sheet. "We'll be back, Big Daddy. Don't you go anywhere..." She giggled.
I could hear the girls make their way over to the table while Emmanuelle explained the game. "We're going to play War. Every time there's a war, the winner gets a point. When you get 5 points you get to have 10 full minutes with our lucky man-slave. After 10 minutes, we set for the next 5 point line, reset the deck, and start all over again. Aces are low and kings are high. Every ace laid down earns everyone a shot. Any questions?"
"Anything we want, right?" asked Hannah. I got a little nervous by that question. What in the hell was she thinking about?
"He's all tied up... so... yes, anything you want," Emmanuelle said, matter-of-factly. "Anything else?"
"What do we do while someone is playing with him?" Abby asked.
"Anything you want. You can just watch the movie... or even sit and listen. If the person agrees, you can even go in and watch them."
"Oooh!" one of the girls said. "Yum!"
There was a period of silence where I figured all of the girls were just thinking about what they wanted to do to me and what questions they might have for Emmanuelle.
"No? Then lets get this party started!"
The girls hooted as they supposedly sat down around the coffee table. I could hear the cards being shuffled and some small talk start up as the movie started on the TV. From the sounds of the opening, it sounded like the first scene was in a strip club... but it seemed male-oriented. The girls commented on how hot the actors were and what they'd like to do to them as I heard them start the game, slapping cards down on the table.
