KATHY’S REQUEST

BY SCAVENGER

8 yo Kathy played in her room for about an hour one Saturday morning, becoming completely bored. She hadn’t pulled on her clothes yet. She got up and looked at herself in the door mirror.

Her pale body seemed just perfect for her hair. She never suntanned, afraid of getting skin cancer. That’s what her mother died of. Her bronze hair fell to her shoulder blades. She loved to have it in braids or ponytail. Her very deep brown eyes stared out at you, enthralling you. Her nipples were small, but she did show signs of growing buds. Just barely. She reached up and pinched them easily, watching them grow erect around the wrinkled aureole. She moved her hands across her chest, momentarily playing with her belly button, then down to her private place. When she had asked her daddy about things like that, he explained them so she could understand them. He didn’t talk down to her, and if he were standing he would get down where he could look her in the face. She looked down her thighs and calves to her feet and toes. Everything seemed to be perfect. Except for one thing – she thought herself fat. Her daddy always told her she wasn’t fat at all, just a little pudgy, which made her a perfect girl. Then daddy showed her some drawings and paintings by a man named Reuben. He always painted the heavyset women who always seemed to get all the sex and men they wanted.

She turned and looked at her bottom. She noticed it was full and firm, yet bigger than she liked it.

She knew she would never have a boyfriend, so quite often she would tie her feet together, tied one hand to her feet, and with the other masturbate. She only wished she could find a boy who would really tie her up. She had been playing her tie-up games for about two years.

She pulled on her very dark blue panties, a pair of blue shorts, and a blue T-shirt, which said “I’m the Queen!” on the front in white.

She left her room and went downstairs to where her father was making breakfast.

“Hi, honey. What would you like to eat this morning?”

“An omelet with onions, tomatoes and cheese, please, and make sure you put out the Ketchup and Hot Sauce, and some bacon, really soft, and a glass of milk.”

“Do think such a small breakfast will hold you until lunch?” her dad teased her, smiling at her.

“Oh, daddy. You know I’m a growing girl.”

“Yes, yes you are that. I’ve noticed your breasts have just barely budded. Should we get you a training bra yet?”

She couldn’t believe it! Daddy was actually talking to her like a woman! She sat up straighter and put a serious look on her face.

“No, father, not yet. I shall let you know when I am ready.” Father? Shall let you know? She couldn’t believe what she just said.

“Daddy?”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Can I go back to calling you daddy? I don’t like the word father.”

“Sure, sweetheart. You know, I don’t much like the word father either. I’d be honored if you would call me daddy.”

Daddy set her food down in front of her. She waited for her daddy to sit down, then they both ate in silence, smiling at each other, and even Kathy began to giggle and almost lost a mouthful of food, but managed to keep it in.

When they finished, daddy put the dishes in a sink with hot water and soapsuds. “OK, will you help me, please?”

“Sure, daddy.” Kathy went to get her step stool so she could stand above the counter tops. Her daddy always asked her to help, and not with just the dished, but he always asked and always added ‘please’ to the end of his request. She always helped, even when she couldn’t do very much. But she would wait until her daddy would finish.

Dishes done, daddy and Kathy went into the living room, and watched a little TV. Kathy sat in daddy’s lap, and felt something hard against her bottom. Should she ask daddy what it was? He always told her that if she had any questions, about anything, to ask and he would always tell her the truth. So she asked.

“Daddy, what’s that long hard thing under my butt?”

He smiled. “Well, that is something that boys, and men, often can’t help, especially around pretty women. I’ve told you about the penis. Here is a little bit more. When a man or boy is excited by a girl, his penis will get hard, or an erection. That is what I have how. I have an erection because my penis is pressed against your bottom, and that is very exciting. No male that I know of can control his erection. Just like I can’t control mine because my little girl is growing up, her bottom is becoming firmer, and it feels good against me. Do you understand?”

“Yeah, kinda. Can I see it?”

“No, honey, not this time. Perhaps when you are a little older, you can see it.”

“Daddy?” she asked reluctantly.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Would you tie me up naked?”

The shock of the question hit daddy hard. Yet, it had a ring of truth somewhere within those words.

“May I ask why?”

Kathy told him, and daddy just sat there listening to her. When she finished he asked, “Where did you get the idea of being tied up naked?”

“From the kids at school. A lot of them on the playground say their parents tie them up just for the fun of it, and they try to get loose, even though they know they can’t. I just wondered what it would be like to be tied up naked and not be able to get loose.”

“How tightly would you want to be tied? How would you want to be tied? Would you want to be blindfolded or gagged, or both? Would you like clothespins on your nipples, clitoris, labia, toes? Did you want to be spanked, whipped, caned, or paddled? Would you want your arms and legs spread, or tied together? Would you want your anus tortured? Would you want to be tied inside or outside? Well, I think that’s enough questions for now. Can you answer them?”

“Yes. However you want me to be tied. I’m leaving it up to you.”

“Very well. Would you like to remove your clothes, or have me do it?”

“Daddy, you do it please.”

Daddy took her by her upper arms and pulled her closer to him. He very slowly pulled up her T-shirt, and pulled it off her beautiful torso as she raised her arms. She had closed her eyes, and kept them closed. When he finished pulling her T-shirt off, she put her arms to her sides, shaking.

“Honey, don’t worry. If I do anything to you to hurt you, just say the magic word ‘color’. If I decide to gag you, I want you to snap your fingers three times. I know how well you can snap them. You do it very loudly. OK?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Now, I am going to pull down your shorts.” He put his thumbs inside each side, and pulled them off. Kathy raised first one foot, then the other, so daddy could pull them off. She now stood almost naked, her little hairless slit pushing against the thin material. Her entire body shook now, but she didn’t know if it was in anticipation of her forthcoming bondage, or in fear of her father looking at her eventual nudity. She began to cry, tears rolling down her face from her still closed eyes.

“Honey,” and he pulled his daughter to him, hugging her. She threw her arms around his neck and squeezed hard. “Don’t worry, my little pet. I’m going to ask you now. Do you still want me to tie you up, or forget about it?”

Kathy moved back, leaning back against her daddy’s arms at the small of her back. She opened her eyes. “Please, daddy, tie me up.”

“OK. Stand back a little so I can pull off your panties.”

Kathy obeyed, and watched as daddy pulled off her panties as he did her shorts. Now, she stood completely naked before her daddy, still shivering, but in a different than before.

“Turn around, honey.”

Kathy turned, and now she had her back to her daddy. She felt his hands run down her back. She let out a little moan. Then, he rubbed them against her bare bottom, opening her little butt cheeks and finding her anus. He ran a finger up and down her little rear opening.

“Ahh!” she gasped.

Daddy turned Kathy back around, cupping her slit with his hand, his thumb finding her clit. Kathy gasped again as her daddy just allowed his hand to sit there. He did nothing to make her cum, or to please her more. With his other hand he reached out and pinched and twisted and pulled on her nipples. She moaned with each nipple torture. Finally her daddy stopped.

“OK, my little darlin’. Are you ready to be tied up?” her daddy asked her.

“I . . . I guess so. However you want to tie me.”

“Very well, Kathy. I will be right back. Stay standing where you are.”

Kathy stood there, her arms at her sides, waiting for her daddy to return. She didn’t know what to expect at all. She felt something between her legs. She looked down. She wasn’t peeing. But there was a wetness she was unsure of. Her daddy finally returned with a very large bag of things.

“Daddy. I’m scared.”

“Why, honey?”

“Because I’m wet down there,” and she pointed to her vagina.

“That’s nothing to be scared about. That is natural for both a girl and a boy. When a girl gets sexually excited about something, her vagina will get all wet. Then the boy’s penis will get wet as well, and makes it easier for the boy to put his penis into the girl.”

“You mean a boy actually puts his penis into the girl’s vagina? But why?”

“One thing is for pleasure, as long as the two really want to, and the other is to make a baby.”

“Daddy, are you going to put your penis in me?”

Daddy chuckled a little. “No, honey, it is too big to fit. I would hurt you. I probably could shove it in, but I don’t want to hurt my baby girl.”

“Please, mayn’t I see it?”

“Tell you what. If, after you’ve been tied up the way I tie you, and for the length of time I do, and you really enjoy being tie up and want to be tied up some more, I will show it to you. OK?”

“All right, daddy.”

“Now, before I tie you up, I want to put some suntan lotion all over your body.”

“Why, daddy?”

“Well, don’t you think you should be lotioned before you go outside? You’re going outside to enjoy it while you are tied up. You know we live in a very secluded area and no one will ever see you if you go outside naked. In fact, you have been outside so much you probably have our entire area memorized.”

“OK, daddy.”

Daddy squeezed the lotion onto her chest and rubbed it in, making sure her genitals were lotioned well. Kathy giggled a little when he did them. He raised her arms and lotioned them, then her legs and upper feet. He had her turn around then did her back, her bottom, even inside her butt crease, down the backs lo of her legs, and the bottom of her feet.”

“Now, I want you to stay just like that and put your hands behind your back.”

As Kathy obeyed, daddy pulled out a length of rope, then began to tie his daughter’s wrists very snugly, wrapping the around, then across then tied the know behind her hands where her little fingers couldn’t reach. Next, he tied her elbows together. She let out with a little “mmmph,” but didn’t make any protest. He turned her around. He noticed her breathing had come faster.

“How do you feel, honey?” he asked her.

“I’m OK, daddy. It feels kinda weird. Not being able to move my hands.”

“Are you ready for some more?”

‘Yes, daddy, please. Tie me some more.”

He could already tell she was beginning to like being tied. He tied her upper body tightly, making sure her little breast buds stood farther out. He tied it off behind her back.

“Now, I’m going to do something to you that might be very uncomfortable, but will feel good after a little while. It’s called a crotch rope. Are you ready to try it?”

“Sure, daddy. Whatever you want to do to me.”

Daddy used two pieces of rope, tied them to her wrists, pulled them under her so tight Kathy let out with a little “OW!”, but daddy continued pulling the ropes up between her but crack against her anus, between her lips and against her clit, then jerking it hard tied the ends off to the ropes in the middle of her chest.

“Daddy! That hurts!”

”Remember what I said” It will hurt for a little while, then actually to feel good. Just give it some time.”

“Now what, daddy?”

“I am going to gag you, honey.”

“What do you mean?”

“I am going to take a ball gag like this one,” which he pulled out of his bag, one just a little bit bigger than her mouth, “shove it into your mouth and buckle it behind your head really tight so you can’t talk. That is why you need to snap your fingers three times in case you need untied. OK?”

“Yes, daddy. Gag me,” and she opened her mouth really wide.

“Honey, here comes the gag.” It took him several minutes to work the gag into Kathy’s mouth, but it finally popped in, almost separating her jaws. She let out little yelps as daddy pushed the ball in.

“Turn around, Kathy, so I can buckle it behind you head.”

He pulled as hard as he could on the buckle straps, making sure the ball was seated hard. He managed to get the buckle just one more hole, then buckled it.

“I have one more thing to do to you. This might hurt quite a bit, but the hurt will go away after a while.”

Kathy looked at the two clothespins daddy took out of the bag. She had no idea what he would do with those. She watched as he reached up with his fingers and pinched her left nipple and pulled it out as far as it would go, then screamed as he let the pin clamp onto the tender nub. He repeated the process with her right nipple, and again she screamed. Tears rolled down her face from the pain. She thought daddy wouldn’t hurt her!

“OK, honey. I’m done for now. Stand back and let me look at you.”

Kathy stood back, and let her daddy look her over. Now, she was really embarrassed, her daddy seeing her naked and tied up.

“The ropes inside your vagina are really wet. How beautiful you are all tied up. Just a minute. Don’t go anywhere.”

When daddy returned he had a digital camera, and took several pictures of his daughter tied up from several different ways.

“OK, come on, I will open the door for you. Are you okay, sweetheart? Do you want me to untie you?”

A little shake of her head told her daddy no. “Do you want me to take off the clothespins?” And again she shook her head no, but she didn’t know why. Daddy could see drool oozing from between her gag and her lips and dripping down onto her chest.

Daddy took her shoulder and guided her to the back door. He opened it for her, and allowed her to go outside.

“I have a whistle. If I need you, or I want to retie you, I’ll blow it. Or I might even come looking for you. Have fun, honey.”

Kathy walked out onto the large patio, and looked around. The warm summer breeze caressed her naked body. She didn’t realize just how good it felt to be naked outside. Maybe daddy would let her do this more often.

She began to walk, following a small path through the woods on their property. The pain from the clothespins seemed to have subsided into something she didn’t recognize. The rope between her lips rubbed excitingly in her slit and against her clit. A warmth began to grow there. It felt wonderful.

She noticed the spackling on her body as she walked under the leaves with the sun shining through. Eventually she came to a full sun bright area and stood there for long moments with her eyes closed as the sun warmed her naked body.

After a while she slowly walked back to the house, where her daddy was waiting for her on the patio, the awning keeping him in the shade. She noticed him drinking some soda. And then she knew she was extremely thirsty as well. She mmmphed through her gag, her daddy barely hearing her tiny complaints. She turned around and pointed a finger at the soda.

“Tell you what, you answer me one question first, then I’ll untie you and get you a drink and some lunch.”

Kathy nodded, waiting.

“Do you like being tied up?”

Again Kathy nodded, really hard so daddy would know she meant it.

“Would you allow me to retie you after lunch?”

Again she nodded vigorously.

“Come here.” Kathy walked over to him and removed the gag, the crotch rope which was so wet daddy couldn’t believe it, removed the clothespins, then untied her elbows and wrists.

“Wow, daddy. I didn’t know bondage could feel so wonderful!”

“Well, you eat and drink, and rest for a little while, then I’ll tie you up again, in a totally different way, but also outside.”

“OK, daddy.”

Kathy ate a sandwich, some chips and a glass of milk, with a homemade brownie for dessert.

She went in the living room, sat down on the rug cross-legged and watched about an hour of TV. That’s when her dad called her. “Kathy, are you ready?”

“Yes, daddy!”

“Ok, let’s go outside.” Kathy followed her dad into the bright sunshine of the afternoon until he stopped.

He had her stand between to very large saplings. He took her right wrist and tied it to one sapling, pulling her arm up as far as he could. He then did the same with her left wrist and arm. He took her left ankle and wrapped rope around it, pulled her ankle as far as he could get it, actually tying it off the ground. He did the same with her right ankle. So there she hung by her wrists and ankles. Next he gagged her and blindfolded her. He attached a crotch rope, nipple clamps with 5lb weights to each, then attached clamps to her labia and clit, also with 5lb clamps to each of them. She screamed at each clamp, the loudest when the clamp bid down on her slit.

“All right, now I am going to leave you alone for the rest of the afternoon. I may – or may not – come back and untie you in the early evening.”

Kathy struggled against her bonds, swaying with the saplings as they moved with her. She no longer heard her father. Had he really gone? She didn’t know. The double rope rubbed deep inside her slit, and against her clit, rubbing back and forth over it. The more she struggled the closer she would reach orgasm. Only a few minutes later her orgasm struck her, sending wave after wave of ecstasy through her bound body. She knew she had hours to go before her dad would come out and untie her.

How long would he really keep her tied, and how many orgasms would she have.” She didn’t know; not for sure . . .