ELLIE AND DADDY

BY SCAVENGER
scavenger13@earthlink.net

Ellie, aged 9, short blond to brown haircut in a pageboy, knew this day to be her day and night of bondage. Since her 3rd. birthday he forced Ellie into this humiliating presentation. She didn’t mind it at first. But as she grew, Ellie became a little unwilling to be her daddy’s tied child. But she hadn’t yet figured out how to get it to stop. Oh, she always kind of liked being tied up and helpless, but she tired of him allowing other people in the neighborhood to come in and see her. Even other children came to stare at her. That’s what was really humiliating. Uh-oh. Her daddy called for her. She might as well go downstairs, completely naked.

“Hi, Ellie, you get more beautiful every day,” he commented.

“Thanks, daddy,” she answered kind of listlessly.

“Ready to be tied up?”

“Sure, dad. Why not. You never let me say no, do you.”

“But I thought you enjoyed being tied up?”

“Oh, I don’t mind you tying me up. It’s all the people you let in to see me. Some of them even take pictures. I just don’t like that. I’d rather you just tie me up, and you play with my nipples, my slit, my clit, my anus. I truly enjoy all that.”

“Little Ellie, why didn’t you tell me this all before?”

“I don’t know daddy. I didn’t think it mattered to you.”

“Oh, my sweet Ellie, come here please.”

Ellie walked over to her daddy, and did the one thing that she didn’t expect out of her father—he picked her up, kissed her on her cheeks, and hugged her very hard, but very comforting.

“Do you still wish to be tied up?”

“Oh yes, daddy. I still want to be tied up. That much I enjoy. And you play with me too.”

“Good. Go sit in that chair please.”

Ellie obeyed her daddy. He pulled her wrists up over the back of the chair, then tied lots of rope around her wrists, then pulled them down, forcing Ellie up and back. Her bottom is slightly off the chair. He bent down and then tied each ankle to the back crosspiece, then tied her ankles to each other, which pulled her feet off the floor by about a foot. Her little vaginal lips instantly spread apart.

“How do you feel?”

“Wonderful, daddy.”

“Good. Will go in and call all the people who’re supposed to be here and tell them not to come. If anyone else tries to come in, I will tell them merely that there will be no more showings of you ever again.”

“Thank you, daddy. I . . .I love you.”

“I love you too, honey. I’ll be back shortly, maybe thirty minutes at the most.”

“OK, daddy. I’ll be here.”

Ellie watched as her daddy left the room to go to the telephone. Her little body began to give her shivers just thinking about being alone with her daddy. She couldn’t wait until he started to play with her. She looked down and could see her vagina leak out her juices, her lips spread wide. She struggled a little bit, but knew the uselessness of her actions.

She shivered as she watched her nipples stand out hard and straight, her aureole wrinkling around those nipples. Her breathing intensified, coming faster as an orgasm seemed to build inside her. Ellie felt one coming on, but she’d never experienced one by herself. She needed someone to help her. But not this time. Just sitting there and struggling in her ropes which her daddy tied very tightly, her juices running out of her vagina, part of her butt pressing onto the chair seat, and moving her bottom back and forth, eventually she did reach an orgasm. Something she had never done before. As she settled down from the electricity shooting into her brain, her daddy returned.

“Honey, are you all right?”

“I’ve been sitting here watching all my body become ready for an orgasm. I tried to have one, but I couldn’t. Finally I did, daddy.”

“You what?” asked her daddy incredulously.

“Yeah, my juices were flowing out of my vagina, rubbing my anus on the chair, my nipples and aureole hard and wrinkled. I just started to move my butt back and forth, and soon I reached orgasm.”

Her daddy sat down and with his girlfriend just watched Ellie as she continued to squirm, throwing her head back and trying to reach a second orgasm. Her daddy got up and then began to wrap rope into her mouth forcing Ellie’s mouth open as wide as she could get it, continuing until her mouth wasn’t filled, but over filled so she couldn’t even move her mouth if she wanted to. It distended her lips and the corner of her mouth. Daddy tied it off as tightly as he could behind her head. Drool instantly began to run between the ropes and dripping onto her chest from one nipple to the other. Mere muttering seemed to be all she could manage to elicit from her mouth. Lastly, daddy covered her eyes with more rope, covering them completely, forcing her eyes completely shut, and daddy tied the rope in back of her head as well.

“OK, Ellie, you are now completely naked, tied up, gagged and blindfolded with rope. Enjoy yourself.”

Daddy went to the front door, opened it and told everyone not to make a sound. And to not take pictures too close together. And to take off their shoes and socks so they wouldn’t make any noise. His friends trooped in and saw Ellie in a new light. They loved the way she’d been tied. They could see her juices slick on the chair seat in front of her vagina, her nipples aureole wrinkled and hard, and all the drool covering her chest. Her daddy pointed a finger up in the air, to signal he would take a picture first, then every 5 seconds after that someone else could take a picture, and all the way around five times. Ellie had no idea her daddy had lied to her. She enjoyed being photographed by her daddy. However, had she known about the other people she would completely humiliated.

Ellie felt fingers playing around her vagina, another reaching in back of her to find her anus. He played with her for a few minutes, more flashes of light. Now she knew for certain that there were, indeed, others taking her picture besides daddy. He DID lie to her! She began to scream and struggle to get out of her bonds. She continued to cry, her eyes filling with water and leaking out between the blindfold ropes. She stopped struggling for fifteen minutes or so, until she finally realized daddy had tied her body too tightly for her to do anything unless someone let her out of her bonds.

Ellie never did reach a second orgasm. The anger took over and an orgasm was the last on her list right now. Her daddy stopped playing with her. He untied her wrists and ankles from her chair, then retied her ankles together. She still couldn’t move. Daddy picked her up and took her upstairs—or so she thought. They all passed through a hidden passage Ellie didn’t know about, and went upstairs and place her on an exact replica of her own bed. He motioned for the others to follow, but to be quiet. When they arrived upstairs he laid Ellie face down on her bed. He retied both wrists and ankles to the head and foot of the bed, spreading her arms and legs as far as he could get them. Everyone looked at her butt, especially daddy. He still couldn’t believe that only her bottom sported a modicum of freckles on both cheeks, and nowhere else!

Daddy took a soft whip of the cat o’nine type, and began to whip her back, her butt, against her anus, and even against her vaginal lips peeking out from her spread legs. Ellie cried, struggled, mewed at the feel of the whip. She loved it, and began to actually raise her butt up for more. She forgot about the other people around her. He began to whip Ellie harder and faster, and she loved every minute of it. She couldn’t get enough. He motioned for someone to take over the whipping while he masturbated her to orgasm. The two combinations brought her to an orgasm like she had never had before. She felt the build up from the center of her vagina, spread out through her clit which rose in her shaking limbs, and even daddy played with her clit as he rubbed her vagina. She couldn’t yet come; he kept her at just the fever pitch just this side of orgasm. She continued to move her butt and vagina and clitoris until daddy finely shoved a finger into her vagina. As daddy rubbed her clit, pumped his finger in and out of her vagina, and the whip continually banging on her butt, Ellie finally reached a height of orgasmic pleasure she thought could never be reached. She tensed every muscle in her body, and then came and came and came. Finally worn out, she fell into a relaxed state. The whipping stopped. Her daddy pulled his finger out of her vagina wet with her thick juices, and the whip stopped.

More pictures. She didn’t care. All she cared about was being tied up and allowed to reach another orgasm.

“Bye, honey. We’ll see you, oh, in a couple of days. Enjoy your bondage, Ellie.”

No! He couldn’t! He wouldn’t! But now, total silence. She could hear nothing, smell nothing, feel nothing except the mattress beneath her, the warm air caressing her bottom, and nothing else.

Daddy? Where are you? What are you doing to me? Daddy, please come back! I’ll be a good girl, I promise . . .!