Such a Pretty Picture (Combicon and daylily)
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		<h2 id="linktree">Play-By-Post: Bondage, D/s, S&amp;M =&gt; Bondage: Human Solos =&gt; Topic started by: The Dark Raven on 13-06-2009, 20:44:35</h2>
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				Title: <strong>Such a Pretty Picture (Combicon and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>The Dark Raven</strong> on <strong>13-06-2009, 20:44:35</strong>
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				She had fallen asleep, still tied up from the night before.&nbsp; The party had lasted into the wee hours of the morning, before the noise and activities had died down to people falling asleep or heading home to sleep off the alcohol.<br><br>She'd taken a dare before the party to be the entertainment...even though it was at her own house. And she'd enjoyed herself, trusting her friends to see to her safety--which they had done.<br><br>Trussed into and X, one wrist or ankle tied to each bedpost, she was stretched across the bed on her back, her eyes covered with a sleeping mask, a sheet pulled just barely up to her waist to cover her naked body partially.&nbsp; She would likely wake up sore, amid the typically teenage girl's room, but for now she still slept.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Such a Pretty Picture (Combicon and daylily)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Combicon</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 20:00:10</strong>
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				He had left his daughter to her own devices - it was her party after all, and he doubted that she would have wanted him hovering over her, not to mention the fact that he knew few of her friends, and he wasn't too at ease with being around people he didn't know in situations where everyone was meant to talk to everyone else. He knew she wasn't one to be get drunk enough to start breaking stuff in the house so he had gone to bed early; figuring it would keep him out of the way, and let her do what she wanted with her friends - he didn't think it was too much of his business to find out, and thought it couldn't be too bad.<br><br>He slept through all of her antics - having no idea of anything that his daughter could have been up to - he may have just been a heavy sleeper, or she may have made sure that neither her or her friends made too much noise throughout the night.<br><br>It was about six o'clock when Jack woke up - he had gone to bed early, so had woken up much earlier than usual. There was a faint purpley orange marking on the horizon as the sun was starting to climb into the sky; but at the moment it seemed suspended just below where they could see. It didn't take Jack long to push himself out of bed. Slipping out of the boxer shorts he slept in, he pulled on a fresh pair before sliding on some trousers and a loose white shirt. <br><br>Rubbing his eyes briefly, he remembered why he was up so early. Sighing; he guessed that his daughter wouldn't have cleaned up after herself, and was probably passed out on the bed in her room. Leaving his room, he walked down the corridor and stopped outside hers. Placing his ear up to the door, he couldn't here any noise coming from inside and guessed his assumption of her being passed out was correct. <br>Pushing the door open quietly and slowly, he looked into the darkened room. <br><br>Entering it, he made his way to the side of the room that had the curtain. Pulling the material to the side, the dim light slid into the room, illuminating the floor. <em>Strange...</em> he thought to himself - <em>not one can of beer on the floor</em>. He began to think a little higher of his daughter; guessing that she had grown up a little and either hadn't drunk as much as he had expected, or had cleaned up her room. Letting the curtain drop back to its original position, he looked over to the bed - where he expected his daughter to be sleeping. <br>She was; but not in the way he expected her...or anyone to be sleeping. <br><br>He moved over to her; wondering how, or why she was sleeping with her arms stretched out - as if reaching for the corners of the headboard. He moved closer still before realising that her arms were tied up in that position - and that her eyes were covered. He sat on the side of the bed gently, moving his hand closer to her shoulder. His eyes hadn't fully adjusted to the incredibly dim light (or lack thereof). He jumped a little as he felt his hand come into contact with her warm bare skin. He blinked a couple of times before looking at her a little closer - the sheets were pulled down just below her chest; and his eyes had begun to adjust to the lighting. He saw the outline of her breasts, before the breasts slowly began to become more visible - her nipples, sitting quite proud on her breasts; and the breasts themselves. He gulped a little; forcing his eyes away from the two breasts, which were just begging to be played with. He moved his hand back to her shoulder, gently shaking her to see if he could get her to wake up. He certainly had a few things he wanted to ask her.
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