The Little Girl and the Bondage Magazines - Part Nine

-by Alvo Torelli, October, 2018 (revised 12/8/18)

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New Year's Eve, Later

Tadd Smeathers sat on a chair at the foot of his own bed, with his feet resting comfortably on the corner as he leafed slowly through a glossy magazine. Now and then he looked from the magazine, one of his all time favorites, to the slumbering little girl tucked under his sheets, her long hair a copper nimbus and her favorite teddy bear pulled tight against her cheek. As she often did she'd fallen asleep wearing her dark blue glasses, which now rested askew across her small, cute, freckled nose, threatening to fall off any second. Admiring his beautiful nine-year-old daughter Tabbitha - Tabby - Tadd took a deep cleansing breath to settle the near-painful yearnings that tried to burst through his chest, then returned his attention to the magazine. One glossy picture in particular caught Tadd's eye and his gaze jumped from the magazine to his daughter and back several times. He gently shook his head, turned the page, then paused and turn back. He looked up at the child and he smiled.

Tabby was sound asleep, exhausted from a morning of hard exertion - in Tadd's bed - followed by an exhilarating but tiring outing to a shopping mall across town - complete with it's own strenuous excitements. Tabby needed her rest and Tadd had no intention of waking her any earlier than necessary. She was going to need her energy for the New Year's Eve party he was throwing in her honor. He took care not to disturb Tabby as he set down the magazine, with the page marked, and picked up a thick photo album with candy-cane lettering on the front.

Tadd wanted to remind himself that his little girl really could do all the amazing things she'd done, that she could even enjoy and revel in such actions. It was a dream, a daddy's terrible fantasy - but miraculously it had all really happened. He slowly leafed through the album, amazed at the audacity he'd shown with Tabby's Christmas outfit - audacity that had paid off many times over. Had she really let him use that spreader bar, lead her by a leash, insert those little eggs, bind her and use her little body? His girl was so beautiful, so real. And she was so much better than the professional models in the magazines he loved, like the magazine he'd just set down.

There were new pictures near the back of the album now. Here was Tabby on his bed, blindfolded and bound in the most vulnerable position against the headboard, ankles and wrists back behind her head. And to think she'd puzzled it out and bound herself, joyfully accepting her role in the game, giving herself to her daddy's darkest desires. And one of those desires was shown a few photos later - where another man, his friend Marco, had his cock deep in little Tabby's precious, tight cunny.

As the pictures went by, one by one, the monster looked out through Tadd's eyes. The monster wanted more than the pictures in the album.

Tadd had to shake his head and pause to think, to keep the monster at bay. It had been a huge leap, a huge risk, to interrupt the intimacy of his relation with his beautiful daughter and let another man enjoy the wonder that was her little body and her incredible submission. Such a risk, but the monster wouldn't have it any other way. The monster always wanted to show off! The thrill he got from letting another man use her was so intense, so primal. The monster had always been that way, always ready to push to the next level, and the next, always wanting more. The monster had cost him... But that was an excuse - the monster was Tadd, Tadd was the monster. And that was the past, this would be different. Tadd could control the monster now.

And besides, wasn't it clear how much Tabby had enjoyed it all. She couldn't hide it, not from him. His little Tabby had loved being dominated by a stranger, raped by him! Tadd stared at her gorgeous sleeping face and he remembered it all. How had Tadd and the monster gotten so lucky? Tadd was the monster, but he wasn't going to let the monster ruin this. He was going to make Tabby so happy - and he was never going to lose her.

Tadd sighed and returned to Tabby's photo album.

Here was another picture of his little preteen with a long furry white tail coiling around her legs. The tail, swirling out from under a very short, slinky skirt, obviously hung from a plug embedded deep in her cute ass. Tadd glanced up at his daughter, then back to the picture album. He was uncomfortably hard in his trousers, but it wasn't the time to do anything about that. Still, he couldn't tear the monster's eyes away from the final pictures in the album, taken by a security camera at the mall: Tabby on her knees, bound severely and held in a security cage as Tadd and his friend Marco spitted her amazing, sexy little body. And oh god, that sexy white tail; he would forever remember how it twitched and swirled as he held her hips and carefully rammed deep inside her tight sex.

Yes, Tadd thought, staring hard at the photo album, Tabby just might be the greatest submissive bondage model of all time. And her greatness must be shared - no matter what. It would be a great party!

When Tabby woke it was warm and dream-cozy and without a thought she pulled the covers tighter across her bare shoulders. Then her eyes popped open to find only darkness! Where was she? In a moment, a rush of senses, the smell of daddy and the softness of the mattress, swept away her fear. Daddy's bed! Maybe her favorite place in the whole world, even when she was tied and ... Oh, where was daddy? Was she tied up now!? No, she could move - she was just wrapped tight in daddy's covers. She carefully extracted herself from the bedclothes, clutching her bear to ward off the darkness.

Despite the darkness, habit won out and Tabby reached for her glasses, but they were gone. She patted the bed until she found them. Comfortingly, the glasses slipped onto her petite, freckled face, at which point she realized the blurry, dim light beside her was the clock-radio. Oh gosh! It was ten o'clock - ten o'clock at night! What was going on? Wasn't there supposed to be a party? It was already way past Tabby's bedtime and the thought of that brought a silly little smile to her face. Gosh, she was such a bad girl, staying up so late! What would daddy think? Oh, he'd probably act very mad, tie her up and shove his big cock in her... ooh, Tabby stuck her hand between her legs and discovered that she wasn't wearing any panties - or anything else for that matter - and she was nice and wet down there. She bit her lip and squeezed her teddy bear while her intimate touch caused a flood of memories to roil through her young mind. Had she really..., and that man..., and that tail..., and the mall..., and daddy's big....? Oh!

But where was daddy?

Tabby fumbled again and managed to turn the bedside lamp on, squinting behind her glasses at the sudden illumination, despite the fact that it was just a dim lamp designed for reading. She swung her bare legs around and sat on the side of the bed, shivering slightly. It was so quiet! It was scary being alone in the dark. Tabby remembered what had happened the last time she'd been left alone in daddy's bedroom. Had that really just been this morning? She shivered to think of all the unknown things that could happen to an innocent little girl. What fun!

With no warning, the lights in the room came on at all at once, blinding Tabby and bringing a real squeal of terror to her pretty lips. She gripped her teddy bear so tight his beady eyes bulged. Leaping to her feet, she spun around, instinctively afraid that someone was there with her in the room. It could be anyone!

There was no one else in the room, but sweet little Tabby was far from alone. Her gaze quickly scanned a collection of items that had obviously been left for her, and her blood turned to ice.

It wasn't the cameras that frightened her, two of them on tripods, with little red blinking lights giving away the fact that they were already filming. Nor was it the clothes, scarves and sundries laid out on the end of daddy's big bed. No, the thing that truly frightened Tabby was the strange black chair sitting in a pool of bright light with both cameras trained on it - one from the front and one from the side.

Tabby thought she had never seen anything like the chair, until a stab of memory jolted her - a picture she'd seen once, a picture she'd chosen to put in a special folder on daddy's computer, a picture with a wild-eyed girl straining every muscle as she gave out a silent scream ... Tabby was frightened all over again. It was delicious! But now she saw the chair, or at least something very like the chair in that picture, without an occupant. Slowly, she took in every detail of it's frightening design.

The black, wooden chair had a high, solid back, completely flat and vertical. There were no arms and the legs of the chair were extremely long, bringing the seat of the chair as high as Tabby's chin - like a really, really tall bar stool. Why was the chair so tall? Tabby wondered how she could ever climb up so high - but she already knew she would try. Would it be scary way up there?

Near the top of the chair's back, two small metal clasps, about four inches apart, dangled from bolts through the wood. Lower down, but half way up the back, widely spaced, were two four-inch holes, waiting patiently for someone to wonder what they were for. Tabby didn't need to wonder what the holes were for, she only had to wonder if she was too frightened to use them or if someone else would force her if she was, and she shivered. But the holes in the back of the chair were far from the strangest thing about the chair. To begin with, the front legs of the chair were set much farther apart than the back legs. Tabby realized at once what that would mean and she shivered again. She was less certain what it meant that the feet of the back legs of the chair were small metal wheels.

Then there was the strange seat of the strange chair. The seat was upholstered with a cushion covered in black leather, firmly attached to the wood with silver studs that glittered under the bright lights. Like the legs, the front of the seat was much wider than than back. But stranger still, part of the seat was missing! At the front of the seat, a triangle - eight inches wide across the front, tapering to a point six inches deep towards the back - had been removed. And even odder was an ominous dark oval hole through the surface of the seat about three inches long and half that wide, just behind the missing triangle. Tabby hadn't seen that hole in the picture of the terrified, writhing woman. What was it for!? What was in the black box that took up most of the space under the seat of the chair, just underneath the oval hole? Tabby walked around the chair, staring, her tongue sticking out the side of her mouth as she concentrated, but she couldn't make out anything through the ominous slit in the seat. She thought about climbing up so that she could push her fingers down into the dark slit, but she was too afraid.

But perhaps the scariest thing of all about the black chair was it's size. Despite its extreme height, the chair was exactly Tabby-sized, far too small for a grown-up.

Having examined the frightening device from every angle, Tabby gathered all of her courage to reach up high with one trembling hand, clutching her teddy bear with the other, and she pulled at one end of the bright red ribbon that was tied around the chair in a big bow - a bow that told Tabby the chair was a special present from daddy, just for her.

Watching Tabby's uncertain, tremulous exploration of her new present - her bondage chair - was, as usual, delicious and exciting. For Tadd it was even more delicious and exciting to be able to share the experience with all of his party guests. His guests gathered about, drinks and small plates of finger food in hand. Tadd had to pull the monkey away from the drink table by its leash, but even the naughty monkey couldn't break his happy mood. His guests laughed at the monkey's antics. Then they went back to commenting excitedly to one another as they watched the live image of beautiful, frightened Tabby on a huge flat screen monitor in Tadd's living room. The room was gaily decorated for the New Year and a roaring fire gave off a lovely holiday spirit. Excitement practically crackled as the New Year's Eve party really got going - now that the main entertainment had started.

To add to the festive spirit of the new year, all of the milling partiers wore elaborate masks and costumes, provided for the evening by their host Tadd. A Tiger, a Princess, a Bear, a Witch, three frightening white-faced, red-nosed Clowns - one tall, one short and one fat - and, of course, one naughty monkey. All of the costumed guests looked on as Tabby started to look through the things laid out on Tadd's bed.

The party guest's masks were tight-fitting and completely hid their features. The pretty Princess and the wicked Witch had masks that left their mouths visible and both women had full, startlingly red lips. The poor Monkey's mask was more a hood than a mask, secured by a bright red collar that was set off against the brown fur that covered its entire body. Each mask came with an appropriate wig or hair or fur and a costume to match. It was a grand masquerade and everyone was eager to meet the guest of honor - as soon as she completed her preparations.

"Oh, Tadd," the Witch said in a sultry but excited low female voice, "surely she won't really get into that contraption herself. She'd be too frightened - and it's too complicated. You've given her too difficult of a task."

"Just watch," Tadd said calmly and took another sip of his drink. "Just watch."

And they did watch as Tabby finished examining the items on the bed. She wasted no time picking up the new leather collar she found there. There was a collective murmur from her audience as Tabby buckled the black collar around her smooth white throat, carefully arranging it so the small clasp was in the back, then snapped the small heart-shaped padlock through the clasp to bind the collar in place. An actual gasp rippled across the small audience when Tabby turned to one of the cameras and the guests could all easily ready the twinkling silver letters emblazoned across the front of her delicate throat: "DADDY'S TOY."

The naked child next lifted a ridiculously skimpy skirt from the bed and pulled it up around her waist. The skirt did nothing to hide her ass or her sex - but rather accentuated both, flaring out from her sweet hips in a provocative halo of shiny sky blue fabric. The matching shiny blue blouse she wriggled into next was just as sexy. The long sleeves covered her thin arms, but the high hem left nearly all of the smooth white skin of her midriff bare, while the fabric fit so tight around her chest that her tiny nipples were accentuated. Once again Tabby demonstrated that a little girl half-clad could be even more attractive, exciting and erotic than a little girl in her birthday suit. The whispers across her rapt audience agreed with this assessment.

But putting a little bit of clothing on was the easy part. Tabby's brows furrowed behind her glasses as she looked from the rest of the items on the bed to the chair and back again. Her cute little tongue stuck out the side of her mouth as she concentrated on the puzzle her daddy had left her. Determination beamed from her pretty, freckled face. No one at the party said a single word, not even the Witch. But would the child really do what they all hoped - all by herself?

Tabby scooted herself back up onto the bed, where she sat with her short legs dangling over the side. One by one, she pulled on the pretty blue stockings she found on the bed, rolling them carefully up her smooth legs to near the tops of her thighs. She secured them with the garters that were built into the waist of her short, short skirt. Her audience could see the delight on her young face as she carefully arranged and smoothed out the lingerie. It was only then that a couple of the men watching Tabby's careful display fully realized that it could be just as erotic to watch a little girl put clothes on as to take clothes off! Of course the two women in the audience had know this all along. And so did Tadd.

Next came the black leather high-heeled boots that conformed to Tabby's calves like paint. A shudder ran through the audience as they witnessed the submissive little girl stick out her tongue in concentration, then carefully lock the outrageous boots onto her body with two more of the little heart-shaped padlocks. Tabby sat, swinging her booted legs in the air as she examined each of the remaining items on the bed, then gathered them up, one by one.

"Oh god, she isn't really going to..." the Princess declared. Her voice was soft and sultry, but it carried to everyone in the room. They all leaned in to hear Tadd's response.

"I don't know, not for sure," Tadd responded with a calmness out of character with the intense erotic tension in the room. He smiled at the Princess, noticing as he did how wide her intense blue eyes were behind her mask, and said, "but that's part of the fun, isn't it?"

Everyone was riveted as Tabby jumped down off the bed, wobbling just for a second on her high heels. Even with her heels, she had to reach high up to place all of the remaining items onto the seat of the chair. Then her hands were free and she started to climb towards the high seat. But Tabby stopped. She returned to the bed and scooped up her teddy bear. Reaching up high again, she put the teddy bear with all of the other things before she again began to climb up, up, up, onto the seat.

"Oh my! Don't fall, sweetie!" the Witch cried out, then giggled at her faux pas. Everyone else glanced at her and laughed as well as some of the tension was broken. But it was only the briefest distraction from the insane scene playing out for the rapt audience. They all looked back to find Tabby sitting kneeling on the edge of the seat, grabbing the back of the chair with one hand to steady herself as she looked down at the seat with real fright.

Now that she was delicately perched high on the chair, Tabby seemed fascinated with that other oddity of the seat - the ominous dark hole through the surface just behind the point of the missing triangle. A lining of black felt prevented Tabby from looking down inside the hole, down into the black box she'd seen underneath the seat. Tabby reached out her trembling fingers, obviously contemplating pushing her fingers down through the felt to feel for whatever was inside the box. But at the last second she jerked her hand back as if she'd seen a snake. It was too frightening!

The party-goers loved it.

Tadd and his guests admired the determination on the face of the little nine-year-old as she settled her attractive bare ass into the seat. For Tadd it was a moment of great pride as the little girl began to demonstrate her complete dedication to daddy's dominance game. It wasn't lost on her audience, her daddy's guests, that no one had explained to her what was required for her total submission.

Tabby had it all puzzled out: the ankles had to come first. But still, it was terrifying to lean over the edge of the super high chair to reach down to where her booted ankles dangled so far above floor! What if she got one of the ankles tied, or worse both, and then she felt off the seat!? She had to close her eyes and take a deep breath. Calmer, Tabby aligned her left leg with the chair leg and leaned far over with one of the pretty silk scarves daddy had left for her. It was hard to reach so far down, but she wrapped the scarf around her ankle, then once around the sole of her boot between the heel and the toe before she brought the scarf around the leg of the chair just below one of the several cross supports between the front and back chair leg. The knot Tabby tied just in front of her trapped ankle was so much more elegant and efficient than her clumsy knots from just a few months ago. It was also very tight. Tabby's left ankle was severely bound to the chair leg!

She loved the way the light blue silk of the scarf looked against the black leather of her knee-high boots. It was so pretty! Tabby stuck out her tongue in concentration as she turned her attention to her right leg.

But binding her right ankle to the chair was going to be a lot harder. Tabby realized just how wide she would have to spread her legs to align her right leg to the right leg of the chair, wider than she had imagined. She was forced to scoot a little bit forward until she was frighteningly close to the angled front edges of the chair. It was scary to think about how exposed and vulnerable her little cunny would be, pushed out into the air above the triangular cut-out in the chair's seat. But there was nothing for it, it was part of the game - daddy's game.

With care, Tabby leaned over to try to reach her right ankle. The feeling of instability was terrible. She might as well have been on the edge of a twenty-story ledge! It was... "Oh! Oh! NO, oh gosh, AH!" Tabby cried out. Her glasses had nearly slipped off the end of her petite nose! She clutched at them frantically and nearly fell off the chair! Her teddy bear went tumbling off the side of the seat, twisting and summersaulting as it fell to the floor, bounced and then settled, staring up at her accusingly. She trembled and tried to get her heart to stop pounding as she clutched the edge of the seat with one hand and her glasses with the other. She'd nearly lost them! And now she had to start all over again with the scary work of binding her right ankle to the chair leg. And she didn't have bear to comfort her! She was too frightened to try to untie her left ankle and climb back down to retrieve him.

Tabby knew the game wouldn't be half so much fun if it wasn't challenging. She steeled herself, stuck out her little tongue, made sure her dark blue glasses were firmly secured on her cute little nose, and leaned out over the edge of the seat.

With her second ankle firmly bound and her legs forced insanely wide, Tabby was ready for the next step in daddy's puzzle. But before she proceeded, she made sure to pull her crazy-short skirt out from under her bare ass, letting the delicate fabric drape around her hips, as if it was going to protect her from anything. Then it was time for the next scary part. She put the silver handcuffs in her lap so that she'd be able to find them without looking and she leaned back against the cold, hard back of the chair. Just as she'd thought, the strange chair really was exactly Tabby sized. Reaching up behind her neck, she found the two small metal clasps that were bolted into the back of the chair, one on each side of her neck. She turned slightly to the right to clip the first clasp into the ring on the side of her collar. The clasp gave an evil snap as it clicked into place, a snap that gave Tabby a delightful shiver. The silver words "DADDY'S TOY" glinted in the bright light as she turned her head, straining against the first clasp to get the clasp on the other side into place. She paused, for a moment, calming herself. It wasn't too late to stop. It would only be too late later, once she'd used the handcuffs. Tabby took a deep breath. Snap!

Oh god! Tabby couldn't turn her head! She could barely look down. Panic welled up in her, too strong to ignore! She fumbled at one of the clasps, but her fingers were trembling too violently. No, no, please! Ohhhh! She fumbled again until she realized that the clasp had somehow become stuck. NO! Was this another of daddy's naughty tricks? Tabby fumbled at the other clasp but it wouldn't budge either. And still her panic made her try, over and over until her brain caught up with her fear. Even if she didn't have the courage to use the handcuffs, the little girl was now beyond the point of no return - she was trapped.

There was nothing for it but to finish this part of the game. Tabby understood now. This was an important part of the ritual, a sign of her total submission to daddy and his game - she had to complete her formal bondage despite the fact that she was already helpless and totally vulnerable. Tabby shivered with delight. Daddy was so clever and this feeling was so wonderful!

Blindly, Tabby reached down to her lap to retrieve the small pair of handcuffs - the Tabby sized handcuffs - her prized possession. Click, click, click, the pawls of the handcuff spoke to her as she secured it around her left wrist. She had to twist, uncomfortably, pulling against her tight collar to get her left hand and arm through the leftwards of the two holes in the back of the chair. The handcuff dangled from her wrist behind the chair. It was much harder and more awkward, painful even, to get her right hand to just barely push through the righthand hole in the back of the chair. The side of the hole dug into the delicate skin on the back of her hand. Tabby groaned and strained until suddenly her arm popped through the hole. She realized she probably couldn't pull her arm back out even if she tried, but that didn't stop her from her task. Scrabbling about behind the chair, Tabby managed to bring her hands together and she found the glinting silver handcuffs.

Click. Click. Click. Tabby's bondage was complete. Without help, she would never leave the evil, delightful chair.

Time for Tabby to join the party. The lights went out all at once, pitching little Tabby into utter darkness.

Read on for part ten of Tabby's adventures.

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