JILL’S DAUGHTER, CASEY

BY SCAVENGER

Casey opened the front door of her home, and slipped in.

“Mom! I’m home!”

No answer. She walked into the kitchen and saw the not propped up against the vase of roses set in the middle of the table. It read:

Dear Casey,

I want you to go to your room. There you will find a lot of ropes, a ball gag and a leather padded blindfold. I want you to strip completely naked, then tie yourself up as I have listed below.

Tie your ankles as tightly as you can. Tie your big toes together, then tie each consecutive toe out to the pinky, then work your way back in in the opposite direction. Tie rope around your knees, both below and above. Attach nipple clamps to your nipples, your labia, and your clitoris. Put the anal beads into your anal canal. Tie your small 11-year-old lovely breasts together. First tie one with rope all the way around several times, then do the same to the other. Then tied them together with a third rope. I want to see those small breasts pushed out and hard by the bondage. Next, put the gag in place and buckle it as tightly as you can. Create a crotch rope, and you better tie it as tightly as you can, pulling the rope up between your labia. Tie a rope to your ankles, bring it up just below your butt, tie it around the handcuffs I have up there. Put them where you can find them, buckle on the blindfold, then place your wrists into the handcuffs and push them down tightly. I will be up soon.

Your Loving Mother

She read the note quite slowly, then bounded to her room. She found all the ropes coiled neatly on the bed. She didn’t hesitate to strip. As soon as she was naked she looked at her body in the full-length mirror. Her reddish-brown hair fell neatly to her butt crack. Her green-blue eyes stared back at her. Her little nipples stood out erect against the small mounds of flesh denoting her breasts. She spread her legs, and parted her labia. She loved the pinkness hidden inside there. Very light reddish-brown hair barely covered the top of her mound, almost invisible it was so sparse. She had reached her period when she turned 10. But she still claimed a virgin’s place in the world. She had let a boy touch her breasts and nipples, and allowed a finger down inside her pants, but that was as far as she had ever let any boy get. She decided that would be the last time a boy touched her until she found the right guy to marry.

Soon, Casey began to tie herself up, and did everything the note told her to do. Soon, she sat there, totally naked and tightly self-tied, gagged and blindfolded. She loved the tightness in her breasts the ropes created. The crotch rope nearly caused her to have an orgasm. All she could do was wait for her mother. She sat and waited, sat and waited, sat and waited. She began to wiggle, knowing she tied herself so tightly she couldn’t get out of the ropes even if she wished to. Which she didn’t.

“Well, honey, it looks like you tied yourself up nice and tight. Are you ready to go downstairs?”

Casey made some mumbles and nodded vigorously.

“First I have to do something. Hang on.”

Casey felt her mom releasing her wrists from the handcuffs, and removing the rope from her ankles. Then her mother pulled her arms up back behind her, her palms together and fingers almost touching her neck. Casey’s wrists and arms were then tied tightly together and around her just below her already bound breasts. She knew the trouble was yet to come.

Her mother, Jill, turned Casey toward her door, then whacked her on bare bottom to get her hopping. Jill guided her daughter down the stairs, across the living room, around the kitchen, to the entryway, through the door, through the garage, down some very narrow steps, and into the basement.

Jill told Casey to lie down, and Casey lay down on a soft thick piece of rug left over from their redecorating. She did realize at first it was on a high narrow table.

“You will be in a position you have never been in before. Now, lift your legs up as far as you can.”

Casey obeyed. Jill attached a sturdy hook to her ankle ropes.

“All right, Casey. Are you ready?”

“mMm,” she said.

“Well here it comes, I will put the table out slowly, and try to hold you up a little as I finally pull it out from under you. Here we go.”

“MMMMMmMMMmmMMMM!” she screamed. That meant nothing to her mother. It worked as smooth as silk, especially since she put sliders underneath the table legs. It happened suddenly, and Jill hadn’t had a chance to steady Casey as she hoped she would. Casey swung easily back and forth from the hook.

“Now, that’s not so bad is it, hon?”

“MmmMmMMmMmmPh!”

“Yes, I thought you would enjoy it. Here, I’ll steady you.”

Jill stopped her daughter from swinging, and now Casey hung upside down from a rafter. Jill didn’t intend to keep Casey up there very long, just long enough to get a few pictures of her as she had in every other bondage situation she put Casey in.

Now, she picked up a standard whip, and aimed it at her bare butt. Jill lay into Casey’s bare bottom, and the first lashing left a red stripe across both butt cheeks. Casey cried out at the pain. She continued to whip her for about five minutes, leaving welts where the whip slammed into her. She went around Casey, then began lashing her breasts. Casey couldn’t absorb the pain it was so tortuous. Her breast soon became a bright crimson, the clips biting even harder into her soft nipples, biting and biting into those little nubs. All through her torment Casey jerked around and around, her attempt at avoidance failing.

Jill finished whit the large whip. She picked up another small single strand whip. She then lay into Casey’s vagina and clit. Casey screamed and screamed. After only a couple of minutes Jill finished with her daughter. She pushed the table back under Casey and helped her lay down, then stood on the large ladder and unhooked Casey’s ankles.

She helped Casey stand up, but she wasn’t finished with her yet. Jill gathered Casey’s hair together, braided it quickly, pulled the hook over to Casey, pulled it down and hooked it into Casey’s hair. Jill used the ratchet and handle to pull the hook up higher, forcing Casey to eventually stand on her very tiptoes.

“Enjoy yourself. I’ll see you after while.”

Casey let out with subdued screams. Jill ignored them, and left her daughter alone.