For me, the conversation with Annabelle was a mixed bag.  If I wanted to spend time with her, I would have to guess when she would be around.  If I wanted some kink time with Lisa, I would once again have to guess when my daughter would be around.  Anna had shown no interest in talking about our kink lifestyle, which both relieved me and concerned me.  It relieved me because I really didn't want her getting into the lifestyle so soon and with such a blasé attitude about it.  It concerned me because if, in spite of my wishes, she did get into kink, she needed someone more than her roommate and faceless beings with questionable knowledge on the Internet to advise her.<br/><br/>"Bowling alley?" I muttered to Lisa, shaking my head.  I'd only been in a bowling alley as a child.  And too many gutter balls convinced me that it wasn't my sport.  And since I had a new<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fdi-uploads-pod2.dealerinspire.com%2Fwaltersporsche%2Fuploads%2F2021%2F08%2Fporsche-911-carrera-exterior.png&amp;hash=e7ec06d5b4a8206c69501aa70566cbe9" href="https://di-uploads-pod2.dealerinspire.com/waltersporsche/uploads/2021/08/porsche-911-carrera-exterior.png" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Porsche 911</a>in the garage, go karts didn't hold much appeal for me either.  As for the water park?  meh<br/><br/>When Anna left the room, I sighed and took another bite of the Szechuan Beef and egg fried rice.  I reminding myself that I was going to need to get in the habit of keeping the playroom door locked, even when the room was unoccupied.  Too many toys in there for my daughter to get ideas from.<br/><br/>OK, let's face it.  Maleficent was a guilty pleasure with too much of the goodness of Disney and not enough of the evil that Angelina Jolie could ooze into the role when she got the opportunity.  But I still liked the movie.  Just not all the credits or the happily ever after ending. So I dumped my plate in the trash and headed towards the master bedroom before the happily ever after, stopping by the playroom to lock the door.<br/><br/>Most our bondage gear was in the playroom.  But the bottom drawer of the nightstand next to the bed had a few smaller items.  Like a pair of rubber cuffs, which I secured around my wrists.  I sat on the bed for a couple of minutes, debating over the blindfold.  I'd worn a blindfold in the shower before and it was disorienting being blind and trying to keep my balance on wet tile floors.  But since I planned to be on my knees waiting for Lisa's pussy to worship, balance would probably not be an issue.  So I put it on my head and headed for the shower.<br/><br/>I hung my bathrobe on the shower door.  A thick towel went on the floor for me to kneel on right underneath the shower controls.  The final decision was how to secure my wrists.  I usually locked them behind my back, loving the feeling of helplessness.  But if Lisa needed me to scrub her back, locking them in front would be better.  And standing up to scrub her back with a blindfold on, I'd have my hands in front to pull the blindfold up.  Besides, I'd have to pull the blindfold down BEFORE locking my wrists in back, forcing me to secure them in the dark.  Decision made.  I locked my wrists in front, then pulled down the blindfold and settled in for however long Lisa chose to make me wait.<br/><br/>But not without wondering if I should have locked the door to the master bathroom to keep a curious daughter from coming in.