My babygirl is stirring slightly. Maybe it’s my left hand down her pajama bottoms cupping her vulva with two fingers gently stroking her labia. Maybe it’s that my clit is hard against her from behind. It doesn’t matter. I knew she would wake up eventually. I knew she would want this. She’s been letting me know for weeks that she needed it. I whisper in her ear, “Babygirl, you’re so wet for mommy, aren’t you?
Connection “Hey, love. We’re here,” Chris calls into the kitchen.
I put down the snacks I had been preparing and walk over to the door. Chris is leading her new friend from work into the house.
“Hi there! I’m Liv.” I hold out my hand to her and give her a wide smile. Making new friends is hard—I’m putting in the effort.
“Mel. Melissa.” She even seems unsure of what she wants me to call her.
I gently lower Kitty’s bound body into the corner, sitting her up against the wall so she has a clear view of the bed. I pet her head and let her kiss my hand. She doesn’t really know what’s coming next.
“Enjoy the show, pet.”
She nods and rubs her head against my hand. That’s about the extent of her freedom of movement. I walk away from her.
I open the closet and pull Toy out roughly.