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HITCHHIKER [ part 6 ] You know it’s amazing how much junk can accumulate over several years, I had letters from 5 years ago still gathering dust, and clothing . . . well let’s just say I had filled a few black bags with stuff that couldn’t fit me. “What’s this?” Amanda asked holding up a piece of paper. I sat down on the bed and tried not to cry. “It’s . . . it’s a drawing . .. Wendy did. It was only a couple of days before her . . . her mother . . . took her away.” Amanda studied it with the eyes of a child. “Oh I see, that’s your house, there’s you and this must be Wendy . . . but why is that woman so far apart from you two . . . as if she wasn’t really a part of you. And there’s a shape behind the house?” I must admit that I’d never noticed these things before, she was separate from Wendy and me, and that shape . . . I had to look hard to see it, but it was there. Then I realised that this was a warning from Wendy. She knew that there was a split developing and this was her way of telling me. “I should have listened to her.” I said softly. Amanda was watching me, he gaze had a worried look about it, “Daddy John it’s all right to miss her you know.” She said wisely “I don’t miss my wife, she was no real loss” I said looking at the drawing. “No silly, Wendy. She’s the one you’ve really missed!” As always the child could see behind the fog, not that I really tried to hide it. I nodded, “Yes Amanda, I do miss Wendy. I suppose I want slightly crazy when they left. I tried finding Wendy, even hanging around schools when she would have been six. That’s when she got a court injunction against me . . . turns out the man she left me for was the magistrate who signed the order.” “So you got screwed!” Amanda said. I looked at her sharply. “Well you did, didn’t you?” She said ignoring my look. I had to smile at her words, “Yes Amanda, I was royally ‘screwed’ as you said, then I found that the woman I’d married had reported me to the social services, said she didn’t like the way I was bringing up Wendy, ‘inappropriate touching’ she said, I still have no idea what she meant by that.” Amanda climbed into my lap and wrapped her arms around me. “But she was wrong wasn’t she daddy John. I’ve always said you were a good man, and you are! You wouldn’t hurt Wendy . . . or anyone else!” I smiled at her, “You’d say that! Even after I beat you?” I said. “But daddy John, you didn’t want to do it, but I asked you to. I heard what you said to the camera afterwards.” She sniffled and held me closer, “I love you daddy John.” I kissed the top of her head. “And I love you Amanda.” I said and was amazed to realise that it was true. “If that’s so daddy John can you promise you’ll do something for me?” She asked sweetly, baiting the trap. “I suppose so . . . what is it?” I asked, falling neatly into it. “Let’s finish here first!” She said jumping up and pulling me to my feet. I did notice that she carefully took Wendy’s picture and put it out of harms way before whizzing through the work. An hour later I was looking at a new room, I must admit I had forgotten what colour the carpet was . . . And I didn’t realise there was a mat in the room at all! ---- There was still some time before dinner and Amanda knew how she wanted to spend it! My first clue was when she came out of the toilet and appeared in the kitchen, she was dressed in her slave girl costume. The leather cuffs and collar all in place. I glanced at the loin cloth and couldn’t see any sign of yellow at the side. “Daddy John, could you take me up to the bedroom please, and bring the rope with you!” she said picking up the camera and walking away with it. I followed her upstairs noticing how the flashes of skin showed from under the loin cloth. I certain she was doing it on purpose! We arrived at Wendy’s bedroom and Amanda carefully place the camera so that it took in all of the bed. “Hello mummy, I’ve asked daddy John if he will do anything I ask. So here I am asking daddy John if he would tie me up as he did yesterday.” She as looking at me with those eyes again. I sighed, “Alright Amanda, I did promise . . . now exactly the same as yesterday or something different?” Her eyes sparkled, “How different?” She asked. I didn’t reply but picked her up and tossed her onto the bed. She squealed as her loin cloth flew up into the air showing her naked lower body, she flipped it down with her hand and smiled back at me. “Kneel on the bed slave!” I ordered her, she moved into position and faced me, her eyes watching me all the time. “Those are nice strips! Hooks on the cuffs and eyes on the ankles. Make’s it very easy to do this!” I pulled on her left arm, crossed her legs over and, using the hook and eye, attached her left arm to her right leg. I then did the same to her right arm and left leg. Amanda was now balancing on her knees. “Comfortable Amanda?” I asked her, she nodded her head in answer. “Good! Now how would a rope bra look on you?” I asked rhetorically. I touched her breast buds making her squirm, I bent close to her and whispered, “Am I hurting you?” “No! I was just enjoying the feel of your hand, you know that’s the first time you’ve done that when you meant to.” Amanda said equally as quietly, and she moved her chest into my hands as if to encourage me. After a few minutes of manipulations her budding breasts were as rigid as they could be, I began to wrap them in the clothesline, going in a figure of eight around the mounds and then behind her back. I then showed her how much rope was left over. “Shall I continue?” I asked her looking down to her loin cloth. “Yes please,” Amanda said, “I enjoyed it yesterday.” “Very well, then you won’t be needing this!” I started to untie the loin cloth and removed it completely from her body. I threaded the rope through the front of her brassier and then brought it down between her legs. Looped it back using the bra rope behind her, and then back through her legs again and tied it off at the front. I stepped back to admire my handiwork, but Amanda overbalanced and fell forward onto her face. I brought her back upright and considered her situation. If I had some more rope I could anchor her back upright, but with the small bundles I had I’d be spending time tying them together, I found myself looking at the door where the remains of Wendy’s bedspread hung. “Don’t move!” I instructed Amanda as I released her and went to the door. I ignored the muffled squawk as I tore the bedspread into lengths of cloth. I then turned back to Amanda, who was again lying face down with her feet in the air. I found two places on the headboard where I could fix the two sheets. “You know Amanda, I thought you had a more balanced personality than this?” I said to her, ignoring the dagger she was sending my way. I righted her again and started to attach the strips of fabric to her arms. “Okay Amanda, I want you to really throw yourself forward.” I instructed her, again she just looked at me with an exasperated expression on her face. Then she moved her body and tried to fall forward, but failed. I had to smile at her. I checked the viewscreen to ensure that Amanda was in full view, I could see that one of the ropes going between her legs had started to enter her slit, the colours of her cheeks came out nicely. “Now do you want me to stay and watch you?” I asked her. She looked shyly at me, “You don’t mind if I say no, do you daddy John.” She asked me. I shook my head, “Of course not, I’ll be back later.” I brushed her hair and left the room, closing the door. ---- I sat down in the living room and started playing the CD again, I relaxed and started to nap. I woke to the strains of ‘4 little diamonds’ or rather to the last few lines
‘I still hear her calling out to me, I came awake instantly; it was as if that song had opened my mind. I did still want to hear Wendy. I did still miss her and I did want to get her back. But I was completely dependant on my solicitor to do his best, but I didn’t really have a chance. To me Wendy would be my little diamond. I stretched, I’d been asleep for only 20 minutes, but I felt ready for nearly anything. A rumble from my stomach reminded of what the first thing would be, I went to the kitchen and turned on the oven. There was a pile of clothing to be washed, this time I put Amanda’s socks in to the machine as well and started it working. I picked up the new clothing that had been delivered and to take them upstairs. Halfway up the stairs I could hear moans coming from Wendy’s room. I ran to the door and opened it. Amanda was writhing on the bed, her hips moving as if trying to remove the ropes running through her legs. Her face was bright red and so was the rest of her body, except for her breast buds, they were darkening with the trapped blood. I rushed to Amanda’s side, “Are you alright Amanda? I didn’t mean to tie it so tight, let me loosen it for you.” “NO! . . . Please . . . leave it . . .” She managed to gasp out before she seemed to flex her whole body and she almost screamed out. “Oh yeeesss, yes so gooood!” Then I understood, she wasn’t crying out in pain . . . but pleasure! I waited for her to calm down before I touched her. “Are you alright Amanda?” I asked her she didn’t answer but just nodded dreamily. “I’m going to untie you now.” I said to her. “Daddy John, do you have to? Can’t you leave me like this a bit longer?” She asked me. I realise that I had only turned the oven on, I hadn’t put the food in it yet. “Alright, but just 15 minutes more.” I told her, she smiled at me. “Thank you . . . daddddy Johnnnn!” Her voice started to alter as her bonds started to work their magic on her. I moved to the side of her — so that I didn’t block the camera’s view — and gently stroked her engorged breasts. The effect was amazing as it threw her completely over the edge. “Oh yes . . . yes . . . daddy! Yes . . . Oh yes . . . yes . . . yeesss” And her whole body went limp. I held her upright so that she didn’t dislocate her arms. I quickly untied the cloth supports from the arms and laid her down gently onto her side. I went to the bathroom and soaked a flannel in cold water, thinking about it I also filled a beaker with cold water, taking both into Wendy’s room. I gently bathed her forehead with the flannel, the coolness of the cloth helping to bring her to. “Oh that was sooo nice daddy John, it’s never felt like that before! What happened? And why am I lying down?” I caressed her hair, “You fainted my dear Amanda, your orgasm was so strong that it overwhelmed your senses.” I helped her to the kneeling position. “Are you thirsty?” I asked her, she nodded. I picked up the beaker and held it to her lips, she drank slowly, taking sips of the water. “Thank you daddy John, I did need that!” she said gratefully. “How much longer can I stay tied up?” She added. “Well I’ve got to get the dinner into the oven, and it should take about half an hour after that, but you’ll need to recover from this during that time. Let me put the food in first and I’ll be back to release you, Okay?” She nodded her head, I gently lowered her back down on the bed and left the bedroom. I was nearly to the bottom of the stairs when I heard sounds from upstairs. I smiled. |