Phil's Site

The following week, Gary stopped at the local sex shop to pick up what he wanted for Kayle. Luckily they had the small size he needed. He looked around to see if there was anything else there for his daughter. It was obvious they did not have a 10-year-old in mind when they were designing sex toys. What he did find was a miniature penis to be worn on a necklace. It was made out of latex, about two inches long and three-quarters of an inch in diameter with a loop at the end where it was strung onto the necklace. It was very realistic looking and Gary thought it would be perfect for Kayle, but not around her neck.

When he got home, he handed her a gift-wrapped box. "Go ahead and open it…it’s for you." So she opened the bow and tore off the gaily decorated wrapping paper. She looked at it not, completely comprehending.

"It’s cuffs and a collar," he said.

She took them out of the box one by one and examined each item. They were black leather with sheepskin lining, decorated with silver studs and had D-rings and snap hooks attached. The collar had her name embossed in it and highlighted with red dye. At the bottom of the box was the rubber penis. She again looked at him without understanding.

"Oh, wait till you see where that goes."

She stood in front of him and held out her arms. "There you go," he said after he buckled the cuffs around her wrists and ankles, and the collar around her neck. He took the penis and strung it onto the rope that went through her crotch. He pushed it into her anus then threaded the rope through her sex and tied it at the waist.

"Oh, that feels funny. Am I going to wear this all the time?"

"Only until you get accustomed to it, then we will find a bigger one for you. Now, I have one more surprise."

They all proceeded to the bedroom where Kayle could see herself in the full-length mirror.

"You're starting to look like a real masochist," her mother said.

"There is one more surprise," Gary pointed at a big box sitting on the floor. Her father helped her tear open the end flap and pull out the contents. It was an iron pipe headboard and foot board.

"I had it painted pink just for you. We have to change your bed so I can tie you up at night."

"You're going to tie me up?"

"Yup, every night you're will be bound hands and feet to your new bed." He saw the look on her face. "Don’t worry, Honey, you will soon get used to it and miss it when you're not tied. Just ask your mother."

"That is true. Your daddy ties me into bed every night. I would have it no other way. That way no one can steal me."

"You're kidding," Kayle said.

"Only about the stealing part."

The following day when she got home, her mother was naked except for cuffs and collar, just like Kayle’s.

"I thought it would be easier for you if you had some company." She did not remember ever seeing her mother naked before. The collar had her mother’s name in red just like her collar. Gold rings pierced her mother’s nipples and her mother had the same plump rounded sex just like Kayle’s, but she did not wear a rope through it.

Every day when Kayle got home from school, she undressed and her mother helped her put on the cuffs, the collar and the rope with the little penis pushed into her anus. Kayle found if her mother tied the rope real tight, it would make her sex tingle even more. That was the way the two of them did their chores around the house and how Kayle did her homework. In the evening she either watched TV while sitting next to her dad in the crook of his arm or sometimes they played board games. Her favorite was Sorry.

When it was time to go to bed, her father snapped her wrists together and then tied them to the headboard with her mother‘s old nylons. He did the same with her ankles. At first the nylons were somewhat loose so she could curl up a bit, but as time went on her father made the slack less and less until there was no slack and she had to learn to sleep on her tummy or back, otherwise her arm would get pins and needles from being caught under her head.

Later, instead of tying her legs together, he would tie each leg to the bottom bedposts so she had to sleep with her legs far apart, sometimes while lying on her back and other times on her belly. She thought it was all great fun.

On her 11th birthday, her parents threw a party. It was only her aunt and uncle coming over, but Kayle was hyper since it would be the first time they saw her only wearing only her cuffs, collar and rope. She wanted to show off to them, but at the same time worried they won’t like what they saw…just an overweight preteen. So she waited, anxious and excited both at the same time. Her father told her to quit fidgeting, but it was impossible since she was so nervous.

The doorbell rang, the door opened and the moment of truth had arrived.

"Oh, look at the birthday girl, isn’t she beautiful and all decked out," her uncle said. She ran up to him and hugged him; his words were a birthday present she would never forget. Harry was a big man and picked Kayle up with ease. She wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on the mouth. He carried her to the living room and sat on the couch with her on his lap. She couldn’t have been happier.

"So tell me, how did this sweet little girl come to wear restraints?" Harry asked. He ran his hand up and down her back from her neck to the bottom of her buttocks. It gave her goose bumps, especially when his hand was on her rump.

"It all started when Alicia caught Kayle up in the dungeon." From there Gary explained about the spanking, Kayle’s confession to her mother that after a while it tingled in her sex, and continued on with the story all the way up to the present situation of Kayle wearing nothing but the restraints from the time she got home from school till it was time to go back to school.

"Are you diddling her?" Harry asked.

"No, after all she is kind of young for all this. I am taking it nice and slow adding a little bit here or there as we go along."

"You know Alicia was only 11 when she started her training and she loved to be diddled. Isn’t that true, Alicia?" Harry said.

"Yes, dear brother, but I seem to remember you got your jollies diddling me."

The party was over all too soon. Kayle got a new bike from her parents and make-up and perfume from her aunt and uncle, real make-up and perfume, not that kid stuff. Kayle could not have be happier; she got everything she wanted including being told she was beautiful while she was in her restraints.

That night as her father was tying her to her bed, she asked, "Daddy, what is diddling?"

He debated whether to tell her the truth and decided he should rather than get caught in a lie later on. "The way your uncle was asking was whether I was playing in your sex and getting you aroused with my fingers."

"Do you want to?" She thought of all the times her sex had tingled and when she touched herself it tingled even more. She wondered what it would feel like if her daddy touched it.

"It doesn’t make a difference what I want. I think you have to grow a bit older before we take that step."

"I’m not a baby any more, I’m 11 years old." Kayle said very proudly. "Oh, please, Daddy." She gave him her best pleading smile.

Gary knew if Kayle turned on the charm, there was no denying her. "OK, just this once. Tomorrow night after the dishes are done I will diddle you."

It was a long day that Kayle thought would never pass. After she helped her mom with the supper dishes she went into the living room.

"I’m ready, daddy."

"Get the stockings."

She ran to her bedroom and got the nylons that her father had been using to tie her up. When she got back he was waiting in his easy chair.

"Come here, Little One," he said.

He took off the rope from her crotch. She handed him the stockings and asked, "What are these for?"

"Climb up on my lap and I will show you."

Gary sat her back on his lap with her legs on the outside of his. He tied each of her legs just above the knee to each of his thighs.

"Grip your elbows and hold your arms out like you’re an Indian." She did as he said and he wrapped the third stocking around her forearms.

"You can put your arms down."

She had a feeling of defenselessness just like in bed at night. It was a warm feeling knowing she put all her trust in her daddy.

He parted his legs which automatically widened her legs. "Are you okay, love?"

"Yes," she whispered feeling funny inside, a little bit scared and at the same time wanting him to touch her so bad.

Her daddy started out by petting her outer lips so lightly and gentle. "Relax," he said. "Just go with the flow. Lean back and close your eyes. Concentrate on the feeling. Let it flood your body.

Kayle did as she was told. It felt so good.

Slowly, ever so slowly, he worked his way into her sex, petting her hood and inner lips. "You're wet," he said. He brought the two fingers from her sex to his lips and licked them. She thought that was so cool, never dreaming someone would do that. Sure she heard about girls sucking boys' cocks, but never that someone would want to taste her sex.

"Do you want to taste yourself?" She nodded her head and after wetting his fingers in her sex again he put them by her lips. She opened her mouth and let his fingers slide in.

"Suck on my fingers. Suck on them hard. That’s my girl. Now keep sucking while daddy diddles you more." He played with her for hours. He pushed a finger into her tight vagina and also played with her tiny clitoris. Her pussy not only got wet, but turned colors again and she loved every minute of it.

The next day she was happy that the teacher didn’t have a surprise quiz or call on her in class. All she could think about all day was her father diddling her. She swore she could still feel his fingers in her mouth. It felt so good. She wished she had someone to talk to among her friends, but when she mentioned that spankings were not all that bad, they told her she was crazy. And earlier in the year the teacher had lectured about inappropriate touching. Kayle decided it wasn’t inappropriate if she asked for it, was it? Not being entirely sure, she kept her mouth shut about the relationship she had with her father, not even telling her best friend.

That evening when her father got home she asked, "Can you do it again? Diddle me?"

"I thought we agreed one time,"

"But Daddy, it felt so good. I’m old enough. I really am. Please, Daddy?" She gave him her best hopeful look.

"Go get the nylons."

After Kayle left the room Gary said to his wife, "I am supposed to be the master, yet I always feel she has me tied around her finger."

"Maybe that is because she has."

When Kayle returned and had the rope removed, she crawled up on his lap and sat back far enough to feel his penis press against her butt. She wiggled against it and felt it grow a bit and that brought a smile to her face.

As he was tying Kayle, he said to his wife, "Tomorrow teach your daughter the proper way to beg."

The following day Kayle ran home to learn to beg.

After she was out of her clothes and into her restraints, her mother said, "Get down on the floor on your elbows and knees. That’s it, now bring your elbows back so they touch your knees and sway your back so your buttocks are in the air."

"Like this?"

"Good girl. Now scoot forward on your elbows and knees."

"I can’t."

"Sure you can. Try."

"It is not easy."

"You're going to crawl up to your daddy like that and kiss his feet, or shoes if he has those on. Then you're going to say, ‘I beg of you,’ then say what you want, then say ‘please, Master.’ Then kiss his feet again. Go ahead and try it."

"I beg of you to diddle me. Please, Master."

"Very good."

W

hen Gary got home from work, he found Kayle waiting for him in the front hallway. She scurried over on her elbows and knees and kissed the top of his shoes.

"I beg of you to diddle me. Please, Master." Then she kissed his shoes again.

Gary laughed and picked her up. She wound her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck. "I bet you practiced that, didn’t you," he said.

"All afternoon," she confessed.

He carried Kayle into the kitchen and kissed his wife. "You know, I really enjoy coming home and finding you two naked."

"I am glad we can be pleasing to you, Master," his wife answered.

Kayle was happy…her daddy paid a lot of attention to her and she loved how he touched her. She loved to beg and kiss his feet. She loved to be diddled and suck on his fingers. She bet no one else at school had their daddies' touch them like her daddy did.

Her mom turned out to be a friend and confidant. She liked the idea that when she came home from school both she and her mother did things together while being naked. The shared nakedness somehow made them closer and she found she could talk to her mother about anything, anything at all even the feeling she got when her daddy touched her in that magic spot. On top of all that, both her mother and father were always telling her how much they loved her, which was music to her ears.

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