KEIRA'S OFFER

BY SILENCE

[ part 2 ]

I awoke the next morning, glad that it was Saturday. For once on the weekend I was up early and I went about my routine uninterrupted by Keira. She seemed to be using the morning to sleep in and rest from what I am sure was a stressful night. I sat in the dinning room, looking out at our expansive back yard, past the pool and toward the high fence around it. I was sure that anything I might choose to do later would be safe from the view of my neighbors. However, what I had planned for today would be mostly indoors.

When Keira awoke and came downstairs it was well after eleven in the morning. Part of that time I assumed was due to the long shower I had heard her take and the apparent care she had taken in preparing herself for the day. She looked stunning and far more like my future pet than my fourteen-year-old daughter, although she was both. She was wearing a short red sundress that I remembered having purchased for her without ever having seen her wear it. It was amazing on her, low cut enough to provide even her modest breasts with some cleavage and short enough on her legs that I could see some of her tempting thighs. Her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail and well away from her neck. She wore a little make-up in the form of blush and lipstick that matched the dress almost perfectly. She stood in front of the window and the sunlight shone through the thin dress, outlining her youthful body as I watched. She approached and took up a seat across the table from me.

"Good morning" I said to her with a soft smile, wondering if her preparations indicated that she was eager to continue what had started the night before.

"Good morning daddy… " She said in a soft and nearly regretful way. I wondered about that as I spoke to her, asking her about what she thought about the night's punishment and what she had planned for today. Our conversation was long and varied. In it I learned that she loved what had happened to her, yet she wanted more. I quickly learned through the course of our talk that she had quite a number of ideas she wanted to try. There were things that sounded so deliciously wicked that I nearly forgot who I was speaking to.

More than an hour later a few things had been decided. Keira wanted to learn to be my pet, my slave of sorts. She desired the restraint that she had felt the night before and because of that we determined that she would be bound in some form or another at all times. Her clothing, when allowed, would be chosen by me. She knew that our play would involve sexuality and she was nervous about that, but adamant that I should be allowed to do as I pleased.

We began that day with me choosing her new outfit for the rest of the day. She knelt on the soft carpet of the living room and when I returned she was nude, having only had her sundress on in the first place. I circled her and inspected her kneeling form. She was a childlike goddess in my eyes. She was curvy without having lost all the indications of her youth. Her shaved sex lent both to her sensuality and young appearance. I was very pleased.

I crouched behind her and pulled her arms back, securing them in a long leather sleeve that I laced up past her elbows. The shiny black leather wrapped about her shoulders and held her arms straight and close together, thrusting her small breast forward. I attached leather cuffs to her ankles, but left them free for the moment simply so I could lock her legs to something later with minimal effort. I slipped a thin metal collar about her neck and locked it shut with a small brass padlock.

I used a thin chain as a delicate leash and lifted her to her feet. I led Keira to the basement and helped her down the steps into the cool air of the family room we had downstairs. Nearly finished, the basement had carpet and paneling on the walls. What it lacked was a true ceiling, so I-beams still formed the overhead view. I hooked a rope to the end of my daughter's arm-binder and looped it over a beam above us. After several tugs of the rope her arms were well in the air and she was bent far forward to prevent too much strain on them. I noted with satisfaction how excited she seemed to be and when I crouched to lock a long spreader bar to her ankles I allowed my gaze to linger upon her perfect sex. I reached a finger up and stroked the length of her slit, finding her wet and eager for my touch based on how her hips thrust back toward me.

I stood and marveled at how she looked, bent severely forward and open to anything I might wish to do to her. I asked if she was quite happy with her position and she nodded, saying nothing despite the lack of a gag. I lifted the flogger from the night before and stood before her. She lifted her eyes as much as she could to watch me, but due to her flexibility she was quite bent over and could not see more than my knees. She was surprised by the first strike of the flogger on her back. She cried out, unmuffled by a gag and so I was able to hear each lovely sound as I painted red marks all along her back, rear and thighs.

I circled her as she hung there, squirming and panting after long minutes. I stood behind her and reached down, stroking her between her legs until she moaned loudly at the attention I was giving her by stroking her soft and silky pussy lips. When I sensed her enjoyment rising and heard her start to plead with me I stopped and without a pause struck her between the legs with the leather thongs of the flogger. Again and again I struck and she writhed and wiggled, unable to escape it. My hand soon returned and calmed her by stroking her again, slipping up and down her wet slit.

Time and time again I repeated this cycle. Soon she was begging me for any release. I rewarded her with a long pinch to her tiny clit and a series of slaps to her rear to encourage her to move. When she came it was to both the pleasure and the pain that I brought to her and that was exactly what I wanted to encourage in her.

She slumped in her bonds, exhausted and I unbound her, taking her upstairs naked and curled against me. I held her on my lap as I sat in the living room, comforting her as she rested. Soon enough I would make use of the control I exerted over her in order to meet my own needs.

After her nap I kissed her on the forehead and held her close, unbound and undressed, just my little girl in her natural state. I wanted to speak to her now that she'd had a more serious experience.

"Keira, what did you think of what has happened last night and today? I tied you up, I punished and hurt you, and I stripped you naked and made you feel humiliated and helpless. Is that what you want?" I looked at her as I saw her young face mull these questions. They were big issues and I didn't really expect her to fully comprehend all that had happened.

"I… I really did like it." She spoke softly, leaving me with the impression that she wanted to say more. I waited patiently and stroked her hair, allowing her all the time to think that she wanted. "I liked everything… especially being tied up." She giggled at me, pressing her cheek to my chest. "I liked how you touched me and even how you punished me. I liked not being able to decide if I felt good or not. It was very exciting."

I listened to her, pleased that she liked what had happened. She hadn't gone very far yet, but she had done very well. "Keira, I'm going to want to do a lot more to you. I'm going to want to keep you tied up for a long time, to watch you while you feel pleasure and pain. I'm going to want to make you my pet, my little slave girl. Does that scare you?"

She smiled to me, her arms wrapping around my neck. She shook her head and spoke softly but very clearly to me. "No.. it doesn't really scare me. I liked what you did and I want to try being your pet.. if that's ok."

It took a lot of self-control for me not to abuse the permission she had just given me. I wanted to demand so much of her, but I knew that things had to progress at a certain pace. I stroked her hair and kissed her cheek. "Well, Keira, I think we should get you ready for bed."

She smiled to me and I carried her upstairs where she slept bound and nude in my bed where I resisted any sexual touch of her as I slept.