Lori came home from school. It was three days past her eleventh birthday.
Her daddy met her at the door, giving her a hug and a kiss that was longer and harder than usual.
He let her go and stepped back. "You're sure getting pretty, Princess.", he offered.
"Thank you Daddy.", Lori returned shyly.
"In a couple of years you'll be in Junior High School. You wonÕt be Daddies little girl anymore."
"I'll always be your little girl, Daddy."
"That's sweet. Anyway, I want to take some pictures of you."
"Of me?"
Her Daddy smiled and nodded. "Will you let me?"
Lori nodded.
"Good. I've put a special outfit on your bed. Get dressed and then do your makeup the way I like it, you know, the way you did it for the play last year?"
"I remember, Daddy."
Lori went into her room.
She went straight to the bed and stripped off her clothing. She looked at herself in the mirror. Always self-conscious, she didn't realize just how pretty she had become. At eleven, 4Õ11" tall with long blond hair and big blue eyes, she turned heads.
Lori brushed her hair and tied it in a ponytail with a black ribbon. She opened her makeup case. She took out a tube of mascara and gingerly painted her lashes with just enough mascara to define them.
Next she put medium brown eyeshadow on her eyelids.
She picked up a lipstick. Pursing her lips she slowly, carefully ran the red satiny lipstick over her full lips. As she did so she thought about her daddies kiss. "Is that what it feels like to kiss a boy?", she thought to herself. The mound between her legs suddenly swelled and turned pink. She became short of breath, but didn't understand why.
Lori finished with the lipstick and blotted. She turned her head from side to side to be sure that the color was even before pursing her lips and pretending to kiss the mirror.
She embarrassed herself and giggled.
Lori picked up a pair of silvery dangling earrings and clipped them to her earlobes. She regretted that her mother hadn't let her get them pierced.
Lori then turned to the bed. The outfit wasn't much, a skirt, top and stockings. One thing that she thought was strange was a bow-tie/collar. She had seen bow-ties before, but this one was made of leather and strapped on. It had a medium silver ring on the front under the bow. Lori shrugged and then strapped it on. The first hole was far along the strap and she had to bring the strap down tight in order to buckle it. With the strap buckled the collar made it hard for her to breathe.
Next came the top. It was a semi-sheer bolero-style top with long sleeves. She slipped her arms into the sleeves and pulled the top over her shoulders. There was only one button and Lori had to stretch the top to button it. The top was low-cut, barely covering her little titties. The button threatened to pop loose as she reached for the panty.
It was a white satin thong, two sizes too small. Lori put it on and pulled it snug. It barely covered her shaved mound and bit into her butt crack.
Then she put on the skirt. It was made of the same material as the top, and was also too small. She struggled to pull it over her hips and when it was in place she could clearly see the panty through the material. It barely covered the top and bottom of her butt.
Lori picked up a pair of suntan colored silk stay ups. She sat on the edge of the bed and bent down. She balled up the stocking and slipped it over her foot, up over her ankle and calf. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She was reminded of a model like the ones that she saw in the magazine she had found in Daddies closet that one time. Looking at herself in the mirror, she raised her leg up high towards the ceiling, pointed her toe and pulled the stocking up her thigh. It reached almost to her swelling mound.
She blushed as she quickly put the other stocking on. A pair of black "Betty Page" heels and the outfit was complete.
Lori stood and checked herself. She felt sexy, though she was too young and sheltered to have understood what "sexy" meant.
She was too distracted to wonder if this was a strange outfit for a father to want his preteen daughter to dress in.
Quickly Lori checked to be sure that her red-painted nails hadn't chipped. Then she went to find her daddy, using the walls for support as she tottered.
Lori found him waiting in the living room. He had the new digital camera hanging from a strap around his neck. The living room was lit by two bright white lights. His hands were behind his back.
Her daddy looked at her funny, a sort of surprised-embarrassed-caught-with-your-pants-down-sort of look.
When he found his voice, her daddy said, "Here."
He held out a ball that had a buckled strap running through it.
"What's this?", Lori asked, and she noticed that the collar had reduced her voice to a whisper. A slight chill ran up and down her spine, and her mound got warmer.
"I want you to strap that ball tight into your mouth."
Lori took the gag and stared at it. She had never dreamed that such a thing even existed.
"Hurry up, Sweetheart."
Lori held the ball up to her face and looked at it. It looked too big to fit into her small mouth. Her daddy started to take pictures. Lori looked at him, and he smiled back at her. Encouraged, she opened her mouth as wide as she could make it go and pressed the ball against her teeth. It took some effort, but she was able to force the ball inside. She knew that she wouldn't be able to push it out, but did the strap anyway.
"Pull the strap down until it won't tighten anymore."
Lori did as best as she could, but didn't satisfy her daddy. He walked over to her and turned her around, pulling on the strap until Lori thought the strap was going to cut right through her cheeks.
Satisfied, her daddy stepped back and took more pics.
"Turn around and kneel on the coffee table."
Lori did so. Her daddy came up behind her and took her slim arms in his large hands. She felt something thin and cloth-like slip around her elbows. Somehow she knew that it was rope. Her mind reeled. She didnÕt know what to think.
Her daddy used the rope to pull her elbows until her arms were well behind her back. She was slender enough that he could make them almost touch. She felt him jerk what must have been a knot and then wrap the remainder of the rope around the ropes holding her elbows together. It would be months later before she learned that this was called 'cinching'. All she knew that day was the ropes became even more tighter around her elbows. She didn't think she liked this.
Her daddy then took more rope and tied her wrists together with her palms facing each other. He tied them as tight as he did her elbows, even adding a cinch loop.
One more piece of rope, this one over her arms and across her bare midriff. This one held her arms tightly against her back.As her daddy stepped back and started taking pictures again, Lori tested the bondage. She knew that she wasnÕt going to get out of the ropes without help.
"Stand up."
Her daddies voice made Lori jump. She got to her feet too quickly and fell towards the table. She twisted at the last minute and landed butt first with a loud thud. The top popped open and her budding titties were exposed. Her skirt rode up until it wasnÕt covering anything, acting more like a belt than anything else.
Lori's eyes teared as she looked up at her daddy. She was surprised to see him happily clicking away.
"Cross your legs."
She was afraid. Afraid at being tied up and helpless, afraid at being exposed in front of her daddy, afraid of what was going to happen next. She quickly crossed her legs and her daddy took more pics.
Her daddy was having trouble breathing. Lori wondered if he was going to have a heart attack.
Her daddy helped her to standup and steadied her while she found her balance in her high heels.
"Spread your legs"
Her daddy tied a rope tightly around her waist, biting into her young flesh. He took out a pocket knife and cut the straps on her thong and pulled it off. Lori was surprised to see that it was wet. Daddy dropped to one knee and reached between her legs. His arm brushed her mound and she drew in her breath. Lori felt dizzy and leaned on him for support. Her head cleared and she felt her daddy parting the halves of her mound and pulling the rope between them. Her daddy stood and pulled on the rope, drawing it tight. He pulled so hard that he lifted her off the ground. Lori pulled her legs together in an effort to stay on her feet. Her daddy tied off the crotch rope to the rope around her waist.
Lori felt tears running down her cheeks. The ropes hurt and she didn't like it. Didn't she? She found that she really didn't know. On the one hand there was pain, and yet, there was a feeling that she hadn't felt before.
Lori's daddy took some close-up pics of her mound before helping her to sit again. He didnÕt say a word as he tied her legs together tightly at the ankles, below and above the knees, mid and upper thighs. Her legs were useless. Lori hoped that he wouldnÕt expect her to stand up like that.
Her daddy left the room. He was gone long enough for Lori to start to panic. She tried to cry out, but all that came out of her mouth was a muffled oomph. She tried to scream but the ball shut off any noise that she could make, and the collar made her choke. Unable to move or call for help, Lori did exactly what anyone would expect an 11yo girl to do. She cried.
Her daddy returned pulling behind him a large suitcase. It was bolted to a handled-wheel thingie used to pull it through airports. He rolled the suitcase over to where Lori sat helpless and opened it. She looked in, expecting to see more stuff for him to tie her with, but it was empty.
Her daddy picked up a pair of wax plugs and slipped them into the ears of his wiggling daughter. He took a piece of white tape and put it over her eyes, cutting off all light.
Lori was about to scream when she froze. She realized that the suitcase was just big enough for her to fit.
Her daddy picked up Lori and sat her in the suitcase, her legs drawn up and her head pushed down. He closed the case with a snap and set the case upright. Then he made preparations for their departure.
As she felt the case close, Lori screamed. Blood pulsed in her ears. Her young mind raced trying in vain to understand what was happening to her. She felt the way she felt when she had the flu, a sort of detachment. She would have wondered if she was dreaming, but the thin rope hurt. Lori remembered that you donÕt feel pain in a dream.
Lori felt the case being put upright and stopped screaming. She strained to hear something, anything. Maybe her daddy was playing some sort of twisted joke on her. Maybe at any moment he would open the case, pull her out and kiss away her tears.
Just as she thought this, cramps seized Lori's legs. She tried to straighten them out, but couldn't move an inch. The suitcase was just barely big enough for her to squeeze in. There was no room to wiggle.
Lori could barely breathe, but what she smelled make her ill. The odor of dirty socks and aftershave was almost overpowering.
Lori screamed again as she felt the case being tilted so she was laying on her arms.
She could feel vibrations as the small wheels ran across the tile floor of the front entry. A couple of bumps and then she was being lifted and placed on her side. She felt rather than heard a loud thump and correctly guessed that she had been placed in the trunk of a car.
It was hot. Lori could feel the sweat trickle down her skin. Normally it would have tickled and she would have giggled. Now the tickling just added to her torment.
Lori felt the car lurch and could sense the vibration of the engine. "Where is daddy taking me?"
Wrapped in dark silence, the steady hum of the roadway below her eventually lulled her into sleep.
Lori woke with a start. Her eyes flew open and she looked around her. She could see that she was in a room, perhaps a motel room. She sighed, thinking that she had only been dreaming. She yawned, stretched and tried to sit up. The chain from her collar brought her short, yanking her back onto the bed.
Lori choked and coughed. When she could breathe again, Lori reached up to her throat. Her red-tipped nails found a tight leather collar, the same collar from her "dream". A short chrome chain was locked to the collar and ran to a large eyebolt set in the headboard of the four-post bed on which she lay.
Lori took a harder look around her. The bed was in the middle of a fair sized room. The room was dimly lit, but her eyes had adjusted to the lower light and could see everything clearly. On the wall to her left was a low chest of drawers with some objects on it. Lori strained, but couldnÕt make out what was there. Other than that, the room seemed to be empty.
It must have been the strain of the trip, but it took a moment or two before Lori realized that there was something odd about the walls and ceiling. Her fuzzy mind focused suddenly and she saw that the room was all mirrors, even the floor. Something else came with that realization: her body ached.
Lori looked at herself in the mirrored ceiling. She saw that she was wearing nothing but the stockings and heels from her outfit. Dark marks were on her arms at wrists and elbows and a dark line crossed her belly where the rope had held her arms against her body. Lori could not see any marks on her legs because of the stockings, but when she drew her leg up to her chest, she could feel indentations where the ropes had held her legs immobile.
Lori's feet ached and she decided to take off the shoes. She was surprised to find that the shoes werenÕt the same ones that she had been wearing. These had wide straps at the ankles and were locked on.
A spasm shook her body as her muscles tensed. Quickly she lowered her leg and rode out the shuddering.
Lori felt like she needed to pee. She reached down to see if she was leaking and her hand met the rope that cut deeply into her mound. She felt around and found the knot, but it was too small and she knew that she wouldn't be able to loosen it.
Her jaws ached and she worked them slowly. This brought another flash of painful cramping and she moaned. "Well, at least I can hear", she said to herself. The scared-little-girl tone in her voice startled Lori. Not knowing what else to do, she turned over on her belly and cried.
Lori did not know how long she lay there asleep, but woke to someone shoving something into her mouth. Her eyes flew open and she screamed. Lights were on in the room and she saw her daddy in the mirror. He was straddling her, holding her arms and body against the bed with his weight. He was shoving something rubbery and icky tasting into her mouth. It was black and had a short tube coming out of it that ended in a ball. Daddy pressed the pump-gag deeply into her mouth. Using one hand over her mouth to hold the gag in, he grabbed the bulb and squeezed. Lori felt the bulb get larger in her mouth. Her daddy pumped the gag until her mouth was filled. He didn't stop there, pumping until Lori was sure that her jaw was going to fly off her face.
Daddy sat back and looked down at his daughter. Lori looked at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were puffed out and some of the gag was sticking out from between her red lips.
She looked at her daddy, but he was whispering something into his shoulder. He seemed to listen to something before reaching down and unscrewing the tube from the gag.
Climbing off of her, her daddy flipped her over onto her stomach. Lori was stunned by what was happening and offered no resistance. Daddy went over to the chest of drawers and Lori could see that the objects on top were bundles of thin cord-like rope.
Her daddy tied ropes tightly on her wrists and then drew her arms out to the corners of the bed until she was fully stretched. He tied a rope around her waist. Moving off the end of the bed he fed the rope through something there and drew the rope down. Lori could not move upward and relieve the stress on her arms and shoulders. Tying rope to her ankles, he drew her legs apart until she was in perfect splits. Lori felt like she was being torn apart.
Her daddy walked calmly over to the chest of drawers and opened one of the drawers. Lori twisted her head and tried to see what he was getting. He took out something that Lori couldn't see and held it behind his back as he turned to come back to the bed. Kneeling on the bed her daddy met her eyes in the mirrored headboard, slowly drawing his arm from behind his back revealing a long handled object with a bunch of leather strips hanging off the end.
Her daddy raised the flogger over his head.
Lori stared at her daddy in the mirrored headboard. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Here was her Daddy kneeling next to her painfully stretched body on a strange bed holding something over his head. Lori didn't know that the object was called a flogger. She was sure that it would hurt.
Lori squeezed her eyes shut as her daddy swung the leather thongs towards her. She heard the whistling as the leather cut through the air and the harsh slap as the leather hit the mattress inches from her right leg.
Lori had clenched her butt expecting blinding pain. When nothing came she lay still, her eyes closed, hoping that her daddy was just trying to scare her, hoping that he wouldnÕt do what she already knew he fully intended to do.
Lori felt her daddy get off the bed and opened her eyes. Her daddy was getting something else out of the chest of drawers. He turned and she saw that he was holding something that looked like an oversized balloon in one hand, and a letter opener in his other hand.
Daddy walked slowly towards the bed. His eyes were locked on hers as he drank in her expression of pain and fear. Lori stared at the balloon. It looked like real rubber and was clear. Lori wondered what it was for.
She didn't have to wonder long. Putting the letter opener onto the bed, her daddy grasped Lori under her chin and pulled her head back off of the bed. Straddling her tightly stretched arm, he used his knee to hold her head up. Lori watched in the headboard as he took the balloon in both hands and stretched it until it was large enough to fit over her head.
Lori whimpered as her daddy slipped the balloon over her head and rolled it down onto her forehead. He reached into a pocket and pulled out two wax plugs, which he quickly stuffed put in Lori's ears. Lori saw his hands shaking. He then rolled the balloon down over her eyes and across her nose. Quickly moving his leg out of the way he rolled the hood over her chin and down to her collar.
The hood fit like a second skin. Lori could feel it squeezing her head like a vise. Her eyes were held shut by this latex prison.
The hood smelled like the gag in her mouth tasted. It was already getting uncomfortably warm. Lori was just thinking that it wasn't too bad when she realized that she couldn't breathe. She thrashed her head from side to side and moved her numbed hands and feet. She tried to scream, but didn't have any air. Soon Lori's lungs spasmed, trying to draw in air that didn't exist. Her head swam and she could see white lights behind her tightly closed eyelids.
Just as Lori was about to slip unconscious, she felt something cool and metallic pierce the rubber and go up her nose slightly, first one side of her nose and then the other. She could breathe again!!! She had never felt so excited about air before. She breathed as deeply as she could and found herself calming.
Lori felt two more tugs, both near the top of her head, and her head was jerked from side to side as her daddy freed the pigtails. She could picture her head trapped in the rubber, her eye shadow and lipstick showing clearly through the material, her long lashes plastered to her cheeks reddened by heat and embarrassment.
Lori was concentrating on this when she felt the horrible sting of the flogger on her bare ass. Even stretched as she was, she was able to lift her body completely off of the mattress for a second as the pain flowed through her from her head to her toes. She felt a little spurt of pee escape from inside her.
Lori braced for more pain, but instead felt her daddy lift her pelvis and slip something rough underneath it. Then he slipped something smooth and cool between her body and the rough material. She didnÕt know that he had just slipped a towel under her followed by a nylon panty.
Lori wasn't expecting her daddy to begin again as the flogger bit into her soft back. Working carefully and with obvious skill, her daddy started at LoriÕs shoulders and slowly carefully worked his way down her back, over her butt and down her legs to end up flogging her feet. All this time Lori screamed and struggled feebly, begging for the pain to stop. And stop it did.
Lori's back half buzzed with pain and heat. She had never felt pain like this before. Even the wrist she had broken in kindergarten couldn't compare with this. Before she could stop it, her bladder gave way and she peed. The pee soaked the panty that her daddy had laid out to catch it.
Lori laid there breathing as he picked up the panty and put it into a plastic bag and sealed it.
She felt herself being untied. Her spirit brightened, thinking that maybe, just maybe, whatever she was going through was over. Lori was disappointed.
Lori's daddy flipped her over onto her back. She whimpered as the rough material of the mattress brought new pain to her raw back half. Lori didnÕt resist as she was tied again, stretched on her back in the same way she was on her belly.
Lori screamed again as the flogger bit into her budding titties. Working carefully and slowly as he did on her backside, her daddy started with her shoulders and worked down every inch of her front side. By know the pain was such a part of Lori that she couldn't figure out where the pain ended and everything else began. She fell into a numbness that she had never felt before and stayed numb until he turned the flogger onto her tightly tied mound.
The first blow seemed to be like all the others. Encased in her prison of rubber, Lori had no way to tell what or where the flogger would reach next and so was totally unprepared. On the second blow she arched her back as far as the ropes would allow and let out a scream that could be heard beyond the gag and rubber hood. This spurred on her daddy, and he struck her again and again on her mound until Lori passed into oblivion.
Lori awoke to find that she was still tightly stretched face up on the bed. She tried to move her hands and feet but they had become numb. She breathed deeply and sighed as well as she could through her nose.
She felt her daddy rub something cool on her mound and budding titties. He applied the slave liberally, covering those areas completely. Lori could smell the salve, and the odor brought back some memory that she couldnÕt quite grasp. It was when the salve started to heat up that she remembered the stuff that her soccer coached used when one of the team had a muscle cramp. It started off cool but then heated up pretty well and the heat worked out the tension in the muscle. She remembered reading the instructions that warned the user to keep the stuff away from sensitive or irritated skin. Her flogged mound and titties were normally very sensitive, but after what they had been through even the cool salve hurt a little when her daddy put it on.
Lori moaned as the heat grew. She tried to beg around her gag, even though part of her knew that it was too late. Once the stuff was applied, she would have to just ride out the pain.
Lori tried to remember how long the effect lasted on her muscles. Then she thanked whatever providence there was that her daddy wasn't using the kind that came in patches.
After what seemed like hours, Lori finally gave in to the pain and passed out.