Lori came home from school. It was three days past her eleventh birthday.

Her daddy met her at the door, giving her a hug and a kiss that was longer and harder than usual.

He let her go and stepped back. "You're sure getting pretty, Princess.", he offered.

"Thank you Daddy.", Lori returned shyly.

"In a couple of years you'll be in Junior High School. You won't be Daddies little girl anymore."

"I'll always be your little girl, Daddy."

"That's sweet. Anyway, I want to take some pictures of you."

"Of me?"

Her Daddy smiled and nodded. "Will you let me?"

Lori nodded.

"Good. I've put a special outfit on your bed. Get dressed and then do your makeup the way I like it, you know, the way you did it for the play last year?"

"I remember, Daddy."

Lori went into her room.

She went straight to the bed and stripped off her clothing. She looked at herself in the mirror. Always self-conscious, she didn't realize just how pretty she had become. At eleven, 4'11" tall with long blond hair and big blue eyes, she turned heads.

Lori brushed her hair and tied it in a ponytail with a black ribbon. She opened her makeup case. She took out a tube of mascara and gingerly painted her lashes with just enough mascara to define them.

Next she put medium brown eyeshadow on her eyelids.

She picked up a lipstick. Pursing her lips she slowly, carefully ran the red satiny lipstick over her full lips. As she did so she thought about her daddies kiss. "Is that what it feels like to kiss a boy?", she thought to herself. The mound between her legs suddenly swelled and turned pink. She became short of breath, but didn't understand why.

Lori finished with the lipstick and blotted. She turned her head from side to side to be sure that the color was even before pursing her lips and pretending to kiss the mirror.

She embarrassed herself and giggled.

Lori picked up a pair of silvery dangling earrings and clipped them to her earlobes. She regretted that her mother hadn't let her get them pierced.

Lori then turned to the bed. The outfit wasn't much, a skirt, top and stockings. One thing that she thought was strange was a bow-tie/collar. She had seen bow-ties before, but this one was made of leather and strapped on. It had a medium silver ring on the front under the bow. Lori shrugged and then strapped it on. The first hole was far along the strap and she had to bring the strap down tight in order to buckle it. With the strap buckled the collar made it hard for her to breathe.

Next came the top. It was a semi-sheer bolero-style top with long sleeves. She slipped her arms into the sleeves and pulled the top over her shoulders. There was only one button and Lori had to stretch the top to button it. The top was low-cut, barely covering her little titties. The button threatened to pop loose as she reached for the panty.

It was a white satin thong, two sizes too small. Lori put it on and pulled it snug. It barely covered her shaved mound and bit into her butt crack.

Then she put on the skirt. It was made of the same material as the top, and was also too small. She struggled to pull it over her hips and when it was in place she could clearly see the panty through the material. It barely covered the top and bottom of her butt.

Lori picked up a pair of suntan colored silk stay ups. She sat on the edge of the bed and bent down. She balled up the stocking and slipped it over her foot, up over her ankle and calf. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She was reminded of a model like the ones that she saw in the magazine she had found in Daddies closet that one time. Looking at herself in the mirror, she raised her leg up high towards the ceiling, pointed her toe and pulled the stocking up her thigh. It reached almost to her swelling mound.

She blushed as she quickly put the other stocking on. A pair of black "Betty Page" heels and the outfit was complete.

Lori stood and checked herself. She felt sexy, though she was too young and sheltered to have understood what "sexy" meant.

She was too distracted to wonder if this was a strange outfit for a father to want his preteen daughter to dress in.

Quickly Lori checked to be sure that her red-painted nails hadn't chipped. Then she went to find her daddy, using the walls for support as she tottered.

Lori found him waiting in the living room. He had the new digital camera hanging from a strap around his neck. The living room was lit by two bright white lights. His hands were behind his back.

Her daddy looked at her funny, a sort of surprised-embarrassed-caught-with-your-pants-down-sort of look.

When he found his voice, her daddy said, "Here."

He held out a ball that had a buckled strap running through it.

"What's this?", Lori asked, and she noticed that the collar had reduced her voice to a whisper. A slight chill ran up and down her spine, and her mound got warmer.

"I want you to strap that ball tight into your mouth."

Lori took the gag and stared at it. She had never dreamed that such a thing even existed.

"Hurry up, Sweetheart."

Lori held the ball up to her face and looked at it. It looked too big to fit into her small mouth. Her daddy started to take pictures. Lori looked at him, and he smiled back at her. Encouraged, she opened her mouth as wide as she could make it go and pressed the ball against her teeth. It took some effort, but she was able to force the ball inside. She knew that she wouldn't be able to push it out, but did the strap anyway.

"Pull the strap down until it won't tighten anymore."

Lori did as best as she could, but didn't satisfy her daddy. He walked over to her and turned her around, pulling on the strap until Lori thought the strap was going to cut right through her cheeks.

Satisfied, her daddy stepped back and took more pics.

"Turn around and kneel on the coffee table."

Lori did so. Her daddy came up behind her and took her slim arms in his large hands. She felt something thin and cloth-like slip around her elbows. Somehow she knew that it was rope. Her mind reeled. She didn't know what to think.

Her daddy used the rope to pull her elbows until her arms were well behind her back. She was slender enough that he could make them almost touch. She felt him jerk what must have been a knot and then wrap the remainder of the rope around the ropes holding her elbows together. It would be months later before she learned that this was called 'cinching'. All she knew that day was the ropes became even more tighter around her elbows. She didn't think she liked this.

Her daddy then took more rope and tied her wrists together with her palms facing each other. He tied them as tight as he did her elbows, even adding a cinch loop.

One more piece of rope, this one over her arms and across her bare midriff. This one held her arms tightly against her back.

As her daddy stepped back and started taking pictures again, Lori tested the bondage. She knew that she wasn't going to get out of the ropes without help.

"Stand up."

Her daddies voice made Lori jump. She got to her feet too quickly and fell towards the table. She twisted at the last minute and landed butt first with a loud thud. The top popped open and her budding titties were exposed. Her skirt rode up until it wasn't covering anything, acting more like a belt than anything else.

Lori's eyes teared as she looked up at her daddy. She was surprised to see him happily clicking away.

"Cross your legs."

She was afraid. Afraid at being tied up and helpless, afraid at being exposed in front of her daddy, afraid of what was going to happen next. She quickly crossed her legs and her daddy took more pics.

Her daddy was having trouble breathing. Lori wondered if he was going to have a heart attack.

Her daddy helped her to standup and steadied her while she found her balance in her high heels.

"Spread your legs"

Her daddy tied a rope tightly around her waist, biting into her young flesh. He took out a pocket knife and cut the straps on her thong and pulled it off. Lori was surprised to see that it was wet. Daddy dropped to one knee and reached between her legs. His arm brushed her mound and she drew in her breath. Lori felt dizzy and leaned on him for support. Her head cleared and she felt her daddy parting the halves of her mound and pulling the rope between them. Her daddy stood and pulled on the rope, drawing it tight. He pulled so hard that he lifted her off the ground. Lori pulled her legs together in an effort to stay on her feet. Her daddy tied off the crotch rope to the rope around her waist.

Lori felt tears running down her cheeks. The ropes hurt and she didn't like it. Didn't she? She found that she really didn't know. On the one hand there was pain, and yet, there was a feeling that she hadn't felt before.

Lori's daddy took some close-up pics of her mound before helping her to sit again. He didn't say a word as he tied her legs together tightly at the ankles, below and above the knees, mid and upper thighs. Her legs were useless. Lori hoped that he wouldn't expect her to stand up like that.

Her daddy left the room. He was gone long enough for Lori to start to panic. She tried to cry out, but all that came out of her mouth was a muffled oomph. She tried to scream but the ball shut off any noise that she could make, and the collar made her choke. Unable to move or call for help, Lori did exactly what anyone would expect an 11yo girl to do. She cried.

Her daddy returned pulling behind him a large suitcase. It was bolted to a handled-wheel thingie used to pull it through airports. He rolled the suitcase over to where Lori sat helpless and opened it. She looked in, expecting to see more stuff for him to tie her with, but it was empty.

Her daddy picked up a pair of wax plugs and slipped them into the ears of his wiggling daughter. He took a piece of white tape and put it over her eyes, cutting off all light.

Lori was about to scream when she froze. She realized that the suitcase was just big enough for her to fit.

Her daddy picked up Lori and sat her in the suitcase, her legs drawn up and her head pushed down. He closed the case with a snap and set the case upright. Then he made preparations for their departure.