KEIRA'S OFFER

BY SILENCE

I couldn't help but wonder how I had allowed things to go this
far. It had been two years since my daughter Kiera had introduced
me to one of the best and worst times of my life. I was nearing
forty and had been raising my girl alone for the last four years
since the tragic death of my wife. In that time I hadn't seen any
other women, instead concentrating on bringing up my girl and
trying to do the job of both parents. My wife and I had enjoyed a
healthy sex life and despite her death and my refusal to see
anybody new, I had kept remnants of that life around. I suppose,
given the circumstances I should have taken better care to keep
such things hidden away. We had made a true investment in our
lifestyle with my dominant side more than willing to mesh with
her submissive side. For years the big black box remained hidden
in my closet, nearly forgotten about.

It wasn't until I returned home late one night and discovered
that the box lay open that I thought about how important it might
have been to lock it. I quickly finished removing my tie from
work and bent to inspect the inventory. Certainly things were
missing and my mind whirled at the thought of who might have
ransacked my toys. I crept down the hall to my fourteen-year-old
daughter's door. Why she hadn't come out to greet me made hadn't
bothered me before, but now I thought I knew why.

I knocked on her door and got no immediate response. "Kiera?" I
called through the door before opening it. Inside what I saw
would shock me and eventually would change my life. Sitting on
her bed, dressed in a light tank top and shorts, both white and
making her look far more innocent than her surroundings was my
daughter. Around the bed and indeed even on the floor of the room
were all manner of items taken from my toy box. She was looking
at me, shocked and seemingly embarrassed, but not nearly with the
shame and panic I expected. Instead, her blue eyes were filled
with curiosity.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked with genuine shock. It was
indecent for my daughter to even see these things, much less be
touching them and possibly even experimenting with them.

"I was just…. Looking" she said with innocence that seemed
appropriate. But I noted in her voice something more. There was a
curiosity that immediately signaled danger to me. My heart began
to race as she lifted up a silver set of nipple clamps and held
them out to me. "What are these?"

It was a shocking question and one for which I had no immediate
answer. I sputtered and stammered and stalled. How to tell her?
Should I tell her? Should I…. show her? My mind reeled with that
thought. Before her lay many toys and books and even pictures,
mostly of her own mother. She knew what she was asking, didn't
she? My expression hardened a little and I looked down at her.

"You know exactly what those are, don't you?" I said with the
voice of an overbearing father. She nodded, silent with a small
smile on her face. "You know that you're going to have to be
punished for going through my things, right?" Again, she nodded.
I could hardly contain my own nervousness as I asked her my next
question. "And you know that I'm going to use some of this on you
in order to teach you your lesson, right?" Another nod and
another skip of my heart accompanied it.

"I want you to use all of it." Her voice was so soft and so sweet
that I could hardly believe the sinful offer that she placed
before me. I didn't know what had prompted her to offer herself
to me so. Even so, I felt as though I could not refuse her desire
to experiment.

I offered her my hand and she took it as I pulled her from the
bed and let her to my room. Inside was my expansive bed. I led
her to it and wordlessly laid her upon it. I placed a finger over
her lips and bade her to be quiet as I arranged the evening's
events. I knew I wanted the silence so that I could think clearly
and so my resolve would not shatter at the sound of her voice. I
positioned her as I desired, arms high above her and legs parted
wide below. As she lay like that I pulled from my box of toys the
restraints that would hold her as I desired.

Soft leather encircled her wrists and ankles in turn and braided
nylon rope pulled each band toward the end of the bed it was
attached to. In minutes she was pulled taut on the bed, her flat
stomach exposed by the cut of her tank top. Her small breasts
strained her thin shirt and I was tempted to remove her clothing
then and there, but I urged myself to start slow. I sat beside
her and stroked a hand along her cheek as she tested the strength
and mobility of her bonds. "Is this what you wanted my darling?"

She looked at me for a brief moment and then closed her eyes,
rubbing her cheek against my hand as I caressed her. "Oh yes… I
think so… I want you to do to me all those things I saw you do to
mom in those pictures." I smiled down at her as she spoke those
words. She had always wanted to be like my wife, even to the
point of picking up on some of her duties around the house after
her death. Now, she wanted to do even more, but how much more I
was sure she didn't fully understand. I patted her cheek and
kissed her on the forehead.

"I know, my girl. I'll show you everything you want to know, all
in good time. Now, be a good girl and open up wide." I waited for
her to do so before revealing my choice in gags to her. It was a
dildo-style gag that slid into her mouth deeply, more deeply than
she expected by the look in her eyes. It kept her tongue pressed
down and her jaws wide open and as I strapped it around her head
I watched her come to some understanding that what I would
eventually do to her, she wouldn't be able to resist.

I left her like that for a while with a kiss on her gagged lips
as a goodbye present. I heard her protest quietly as I walked
away, leaving her to adjust to her range of movement and
helplessness. I took the time to return to her room to look over
the things she had taken to get a feel for what most interested
her. The pictures she had stolen were of my wife and I looked
over them longingly, studying them to see what it was that
attracted her to those photos. Once I gathered my ideas I picked
up the toys she seemed to have preferred.

I returned to my room, looking her over. My arms were full of the
toys she had taken and I decided that on this night I would use
only one on her. A small leather flogger had been in her
selection and I could think of nothing better to punish her with.
I set everything else aside and began to trail the tails of the
flogger up her open thighs and over her shorts. The look in her
eyes told me that she knew I was going to use it on her, but the
expression on her face when the sharp sting of the first blow
fell on her right thigh was priceless. Her eyes widened and she
squirmed under the repeated attention of the flogger as it turned
her creamy white thighs into reddened and punished flesh. Her
muffled cries were musical to me. My heart fluttered with the
sight and sound of her trying to avoid the flogger and yet being
unable to. It was a beautiful sight and one that I enjoyed for
nearly twenty minutes, applying the flogger to her thighs,
stomach, arms and chest. Her clothing pro tected her most
sensitive parts, but the punishment got through to her on the
level I wanted.

She was panting when I removed the gag from her mouth and unbound
her. I noticed the extreme excitement had soaked through her
shorts and as she rolled onto her stomach I gave her a small swat
on the rear. "Now, go to your room and think about what you've
done, and about what you want done tomorrow."

***

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.

***

Keira and I slept well that night. We awoke early and we both
prepared for the day to come. I did so by letting her go to
shower and shave as she was expected to from now on. I dressed
for a day out and picked her outfit for the day. By the time I
was ready to dress her she emerged from the shower, dried and
wrapped in her towel.

I reached for her hand and led her to her bed. I unwrapped her
towel and inspected the job she had done cleaning and grooming
herself. She was hairless from the neck down as I had wanted and
I kissed her cheek to reward her for doing such a good job. Her
outfit was before her and I applied the many layers of it to her
young body. Small leather straps closed around her body and were
tightened, forming a harness that encircled her breasts and ran a
strap through the lips of her young sex. Each strap met in the
back and was locked into place, holding her in a sinful hug.

I led her outside by the pool and placed her on one of the long
flat chairs where I would often find her tanning. Since it was
the beginning of summer she had not yet attained a tan so the tan
lines I had planned for her would be a special way to mark her as
mine. I bound her ankle and wrist to the chair, spread out under
the sun. I spread suntan lotion over her unprotected parts and
told her I would return to turn her over. She smiled to me and
closed her eyes, relaxing in the sun.

I spent the time indoors, watching her through the back door and
sipping a cool glass of water, planning out what to do with her.
I thought that today would be a good day to introduce her to some
of the things she would do for me and to allow her to practice. I
went to her time to time and turned her over so her tan would be
even on all sides. Paying close attention to her condition to
avoid a burn, I made sure she was comfortable and gave her plenty
of water to drink. I brought her inside after nearly a full
morning of sunning and removed her harness. Her tan was forming
nicely and the lines of the leather straps were clearly pale
white marks on her skin. I was very happy to see her reaction to
the way I had decided to mark her and the way she posed for me to
show off her new coloration.

I smiled to her and allowed her some time to relax in the air
conditioning as I gathered together the toys to use for our next
game. I outfitted her with white leather cuffs on her wrists and
a matching white collar. I pulled her arms behind her and locked
them in place then ran a delicate chain from her collar to the
wrists cuffs pulling her wrists up to mid-back and keeping her
very restrained. I positioned her before my bed, kneeling and
facing the mattress. I undressed behind her and came to sit on
the bed before her.

I reached down and stroked her cheeks. "Keira, something that you
will have to do as my little slave girl is please me and see to
my needs. I want you to take your time, but use your mouth to
make your daddy cum."

She spent a little time just looking at me, studying my cock and
its proximity to her. She inched forward, her hands locked behind
her left her only one way to explore me as I sat and watched her.
She reached out with her tongue and gently licked my shaft, the
sudden touch making it twitch and making Keira giggle with the
reaction. I smiled to her and watched, not pressuring her to do
anything else. She began to lick the length of my cock and once
she seemed comfortable with that she opened her mouth and began
to wrap her little lips around me, slowly experimenting with what
it felt like to have me in her mouth. She only took the head of
my cock at first but then moved lower and eventually took a
couple of inches. She removed her head and smiled up at me,
biting her bottom lip and blushing just a little.

"How do I get you to….to cum?" She looked so sweet and innocent
and sinful asking me that question, her head next to my cock and
her arms locked behind her. I told her to put me in her mouth and
to just bob her head up and down on it until I told her to stop.
She responded with enthusiastic but unskilled actions. Her head
began to move up and down, her mouth sucking gently upon me.

I was enthralled as I watched and felt her obey me so. It took a
long time before I felt my orgasm approach, but she was eager to
please and did not pause the entire time. I became a little
overwhelmed and reached down, taking her hair in my hands and
pulling her close. When I was on the very edge I pulled her away
and without pause came directly on her face and chest. She took
the messy initiation in star fashion as my cum dripped from her
cheek and down to her tan-lined breasts.

I helped her rise to her feet and took her to the bathroom to
clean her off while praising her for her good behavior. I was
very happy with her eagerness to please and her ability to deal
with the results of her action when I made a mess of her face and
chest.