Chapter 2

Anyway, that was the way I spent a sunny summer day -In bondage! For starters...

It was a warm day. I was hot, in my room, but I didn't want to turn on the air conditioner until I had to.

I knew another kind of air conditioning, anyway - stripping!

Once I took my clothes off, though, I got other ideas. Instead of cooling off, it only made me hotter!

So, naked, I went to my closet.

On the floor, in the corner, inside an old shoe box, was some lengths of rope, the kind used often for clotheslines.

Not that we have a clothesline here, at the mansion - are you kidding?! I had to buy it special. I bet I was the only girl in the hardware store to get turned on by buying a coil of rope!

Or maybe not...

Anyway, I had used it before, so the strands were already pre-measured and cut and ready for action.

My windows were open, to let in some air. They were covered by lacy curtains which let the light in.

I went around, doing what had to be done before I really got into the scene. When I was into it, I wouldn't be able to get up and move around.

I turned on the radio. I turned it to a classical music station. Usually, I don't listen to that stuff - I like electro-pop music - but when I get into a scene, I like having the classical music on. It's background music and it doesn't interfere.

Then, I rolled the mirror over to the foot of

the bed.

The mirror is a full-length mirror, an antique, set in a frame of old dark wood, with a stand for balance and four little rubber wheels.

I put the mirror so it faced my bed and would show anything on it.

I turned down the light summery cover, so the sheets showed. Ropes in hand, I climbed back into bed.

School was done till Fall. Daddy was away on a business trip. Of course, I wasn't alone in the house.

There were the servants.

There was Emory, the major d'omo (in case you don't have enough of a staff of servants to know, the major d'omo is the head guy, the one in charge of all the servants.) There was Harry, the chauffeur; Chester, the handyman-gardener; the cook; Georgina, who bossed the maids (she was Emory's wife - his family lived on the premises, in an apartment on top of an old carriage house); Becky, the upstairs maid - Anyway, there was a lot of servants on the premises. Hey, keeping a big house like this running takes a big staff!

But you'll get to meet most of these folks later...

So, let's talk about me.

I sat up in bed, with my back against the headboard and my legs out in front of me and my hands at my sides, palms pressed down.

In the mirror, I saw me!

Me, Rochelle... a girl in her early teens. My dirty blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail brushing the top of my back.

I've got a heart-shaped face which looks very adult, especially when I put make-up on it, which I don't do, not all that much, since Daddy is old-fashioned and doesn't want his "little girl" to grow up too fast - Hah! If he only knew!

I have a foxy face, with fine features, green eyes, thin straight nose, pink rosebud lips, and no pimples or zits.

My skin is in really good shape (thank God!) with a kind of peachy color. I'm fair skinned and blush (and show a blush) very easily.

I'm tall but thin, maybe a little too thin for my liking.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I cupped my titties, like I was weighing them in my palms. They could have been bigger, I thought.

It's good to be thin and long-legged, 'cause that way I can wear clothes so that they look real good on me.

But I was hoping that I'd ripen up some more, soon.

My breasts were small, gentle mounds, about the size and shape of peaches, to go with my peachy complexion, I suppose.

I recall that Mummy had a big bust. I've got the genes for it, but I'm so young that I've hardly reached my full growth yet.

Seems like only yesterday I was just a girl. Then, like overnight, I got my period and my titties sprouted and fleecy hair speckled m y pussy.

Just because I'm not the most physically mature girl in the world doesn't mean that I'm a baby.

I've done lots of things that grown women have never done, and - But you'll find out about that soon enough.

I sat in bed with my legs bent at the knees and open, so I could see my pussy.

It was a long thin-lipped slit, lightly covered with a fleecy little brown bush.

Mirrors are great toys. I love to look at myself. I could spend hours (and have) just standing in front of the looking glass, posing, arranging my hair in different ways, putting on garments, taking them off...

All my clothes were off now.

My nipples tingled. They're pink buttons, about as big as dimes, little pink buttons pasted to the tips of my peach-sized titties.

The nipples got hard, all pebbly.

I pinched one of them. It hurt, in a way that felt good.

I pinched it some more, harder, digging my nails into the nipple. I did it until I moaned, then let go.

The nipple was all sore, red, and throbbing, and bigger than the other, which was stiff, too.

My pussy tingled along with it.

I stretched my legs out and spread them. At the foot of the bed, the me in the mirror did all that I did.

I watched myself put a hand over my pussy, covering it. I spread the fingers so brown bush and pink slit showed.

My pussy quivered under my touch. It got moist inside. The lips were sensitive.

I rubbed them.

The more I rubbed, the better it felt, and the hotter and wetter it got inside. Soon, my hand was sawing away at it.

I was getting more and more excited.

I cupped a tit and shoved it up. I snuggled my chin against my chest and tried to kiss my stiff nipple.

But my titty wasn't big enough for me to reach the nipple, no. not even when I stuck my pink pointed tongue out all the way.

I licked the top of my tit but it was too much of a strain, so I put it aside.

I closed my legs, pressing my thighs, squeezing my pussy.

Time to get started.

I picked up one of the ropes, a medium-sized one. It was about three, four feet long.

I took the middle of the strand in my mouth, between my jaws, and bit and chewed it.

I don't know why I did that. Maybe I just wanted a taste of rope. Then I took it, my hands shaking already, and I put a loop in it.

I closed my legs, then, rope in hand, I leaned forward like I was doing an exercise, trying to touch my toes.

I put the loop over both feet, slipping it up to the ankles, and pulled it tight.

Not tight enough. I tugged some more on the rope. I like when it cuts into my skin and burns.

My nipples stood out stiff as pebbles.

I threw some hitches around the loop, pulling them up between my ankles, so both ankles were bound good and tight. Then I tied it up in a big square knot.

Now my feet were tied.

I flopped back, stretching out on my back. I tried to pull my legs apart, but ropes and knots held good and tight.

I like the feeling of the ropes, spreading them, not winning...

my ponytail swinging silkily across the back of my neck, my shoulders.

Then I took a much longer length of rope, and I folded it in the middle, so both ends were even.

I put the middle of the rope under my ponytail and over the back of my neck, with the two long strands trailing down in a horseshoe shape.

Then I crossed the strands so they went across the middle of my titties, crossing them in the middle, so the strand on my left shoulder went up under my right arm, and the one from my right went under my left arm. Then they crossed in the middle of my upper back and I brought the strands around to the front.

Then I gripped each strand in my fists and pulled them as tight as I could, so the ropes went taut and pressed into my skin.

At the front of my titties, I tied the knot which would hold it all closed. I was careful not to allow any slack to creep back.

My titties were small. I had them wrapped in thin tough tight ropes, the strands pressing deep into the flesh, cutting deep, so the tit flesh welled up all red and irritated between the strands, and the ropes were almost buried by overlapping flesh.

My nipples jutted out the whole time. My fingers fastened on both nipples and pulled them out, stretching them, pinching them.

Then I arranged them so they were caught between strands of tight rope, so the nipples were pressed hard and chafed between them.

I felt like I had my upper body all wrapped up and banded. My nipples were sore and stiff and seething.

Then I took another strand of rope. One end, I slipped under the bottom strand of the ropes binding my boobies.

I couldn't tie it in place at the middle of my back, since my hands and arms wouldn't twist that far.

So, I tied it on the side and slipped it over, till it was anchored at the middle of my back.

I stood on my knees in bed. Reaching behind myself, I caught the rope so it hung straight down my back, them I drew it between my cupcake buttocks, yanking it down into the crack.

I pulled it real tight, rubbing my little puckered asshole.

My asshole opened and closed when pressed by the rope.

Still holding it tight, I pulled it up between my thighs, to my front.

Now, I pulled it really tight. It was good that the ropes binding my titties were well tied, so they didn't slip off and lose their tightness when I tugged the rope.

Then I drew the rope up my crotch.

The rope was thin, and was only a little bit thicker than my pussy lips.

Then, holding the rope tight, I worked it between my pussy lips, wedging them apart, working the rope between them.

Wetness shone up from the slit, bubbling up to meet the rope.

I pulled the rope so it ran up between my pussy lips, over my clit, through my bush, over my belly, and up to the ropes tying my titties. I tied it to those ropes, so it was securely bound.

The rope was pulled in deep, so my pussy lips were overlapping it, practically hiding it from sight where it went over and into my slit.

I looked at myself in the mirror. I gave my head a toss, so my ponytail fell over my right shoulder, its mane falling on my tit. I licked my lips and tried to look sexy, then scared, then both.

Even the smallest wriggling motions on the bed made the ropes pull tight against all the different parts of me.

But, there was more.

I squirmed around. My legs were tied at the ankles, but my arms were free, so I had lots of freedom of motion.

I leaned forward, resting my bottom on the backs of my heels. I squirmed around, making the rope press mypussy and clit and asshole.

I stood back up on my knees, reached behind myself, took hold of my ass, one cheek in each hand.

I squeezed the cheeks, pulling them far apart, digging my nails into them.

I wondered what it would be like to get a cock between those cheeks.

Maybe someday soon, I'd find out...

I slapped my bottom with both hands, good and hard.

It felt good. I did it some more. Distantly the radio droned its music, but the crack of the palms smacking bottom flesh soon overpowered it.

I got carried away and spanked myself really hard.

When I stopped, the cheeks tingled nicely.

That gave me an idea as to how I could really get off - with a strapping!

Too bad I didn't think of that before I tied myself up!

On the dresser across the room some of my clothes were scattered, including my jeans and a belt which helped keep them up.

Yes, I had to have that belt!

On my knees, I walked to the bed's edge, then flopped over the edge, pressing my palms down to the carpeted floor.

The position made all the ropes cut into me like lines of fire.

I squirmed off the bed, moving like a snake. I flopped off the bed and lay stretched face down in the deep-pile carpet.

I half-crawled, half-dragged myself to the other side of the room, with my bound legs trailing off behind me.

The day was warm, and sticky sweat shone on my body. The carpet chafed my flesh as I dragged myself across it.

I imagined that a big strong master stood over me, arms folded across his wide chest, booted feet tapping impatiently as he forced me to crawl.

Finally, I reached the dresser, and stood on my knees.

The chest of drawers was made of highly polished wood. My front was all red and chafed from the crawl across the carpet.

I pressed my front against the dresser. My nipples were all dark and red. So were my pussy lips.

My body left a sweaty outline on the smooth polished wood. I swayed from side to side, rubbing it with my stiff nipples.

Then I pulled the belt from the loops of my jeans.

It was a long thin whippy blue belt, made of plastic, very kicky and now, and it would serve just right for a strap.

I held it double in one of my hands, and slashed it down on the back of the other. "Owwww!"

My hand stung and there was a dark red mark where the belt had fallen. Good, I smiled...

To make the game more interesting, I held the belt between my teeth as I made the long crawl across the carpet to my bed.

By the time I finally flopped face down over the bed, I was dripping with sweat, and the ropes had all been pulled double-tight, especially their knots.

I panted for breath. It wasn't just the crawl across the floor which made me breath hard, it was the ropes on my flesh, and the effect they had on me.

I got on my knees, facing the mirror. I readjusted the ropes, putting them back into place.

My clit throbbed red and sore. It did it some more when I pulled the rope so it would be sure to press the button.

Then I whipped myself with the strap.

It wasn't entirely satisfactory. It was hard for me to work up any real power whipping myself, since I had to twist my arm behind my back.

But I did manage to get in some good hot strokes, ones which laid lines of smarting soreness down on my ass cheeks.

As I strapped myself, I squirmed and sighed and gasped.

I held the blue belt doubled in my right hand, which reached behind me and slapped it down on my buttocks.

My left hand held the rope running through my crotch, pulling it tight and just skimming the rough rope across my clitty.

The sensation was astounding!

Finally, I really got turned on. My ass burned from the strapping, and heat flared up from my pussy.

Juicy squelching sounds were made from so many juices bubbling up from my pussy.

I was just about ready to get off.

My eyes closed.

In my head, I thought about my first time, how exciting it was. As I got hotter, the pictures filled my head: "I've been a bad girl, Daddy!"

That was what I said on the night that HE had done it to me - Me, his daughter!

It was between wives for him, and step-mothers for me. It was not long after I first started to bud out and ripen.

Don't think Daddy hadn't noticed it, because he had. He teased me about it.

We were staying in the duplex in the city. I liked that, 'cause there were less servants, and it was lots cozier.

It was late, a stormy night, a real crackling electrical storm.

In my room, I parted the curtain and pressed my face to the glass and looked out over the stone canyons and rooftops of the city. The sky was like a raging black river, clouds streaming so low that the tops of some buildings were hidden. Tremendous forks and tongues of lightning lanced down, hissing through the air, followed by claps of thunder that sounded like cannons.

It was late in the night and I went into Daddy's bedroom.

For once, he slept alone. Daddy likes his lady friends and he sure has a lot of them, especially in town.

But this night, he had worked late, and come home alone, and after a midnight supper left for him in the kitchen, he had undressed and gone to bed.

I wore a pair of full-length pajamas, the kind with a flap in the rear. I didn't bother to put on slippers when I left the room.

Daddy's door wasn't locked. The light was off, but he was awake and sitting up in bed, dressed in his pajamas.

I saw him in the glare of a terrific lightning bolt.

"Daddy, I'm scared!"

Not scared of the storm, though - scared he would send me away.

I climbed under the covers with him. Under the blankets, it was warm and cozy. His big body gave off heat. He wore pajama tops and bottoms.

I shivered.

"Cold, honey?"

"Yes, Daddy!"

He put his arm around my thin shoulders, pulling me to the big bulk of his body. "Come to Daddy.... I'll warm you up."

I snuggled close to him, huddling against his side, resting my head on his wide chest, nestled against him.

"Ummm, this is nice," I said. "Can I spend the night with you, Daddy?"

He laughed easily. "I don't think so, pumpkin." "Why?"

"Why? Because - because you're growing up, young lady! You're not a little girl any more, you're on the way to being a woman!"

"I don't want to grow up, if it means you're going to send me away, Daddy!"

He squeezed me, kissed my cheek. He'd been drinking, I smelled it on his breath.

"Don't you like me, Daddy," I teased. "I like you."

Then my hand accidentally on purposed touched his crotch - he was so big down there!

"Rochelle, what are you doing?!"

"I'm sorry, Daddy! It's just that you're so handsome, and strong, that you make me feel funny!"

"Funny?" he frowned. It was too dark between the lightning blasts to see his face, but I could hear the frown in his voice.

"All hot and bothered," I explained, "like I don't know what I'm doing!"

When I knew very well just exactly what I was doing.

"Now, Rochelle - " Daddy began.

I knew that this was my chance.

"I'm a bad girl, Daddy!"

Before he knew what I was doing - or maybe he knew exactly what it was I was doing - I tossed back the bed covers, and crawled across his lap, stretching myself face down over it.

"Rochelle!"

I squirmed on him. His broad thighs lifted me up. I leaned my hips into him, sliding them over his crotch.

Through thin pajama bottoms I felt the bulge of his cock and balls, and motion in them as I squirmed on his lap.

"Rochelle," he hissed, "stop that!"

I squirmed back and forth on his lap, trying to get a rise out of him.

Now, Daddy was a big strong man, and it would have been easy as pie for him to just easily pick me up and pull me right off his lap.

But he didn't.

"You never spank me, Daddy! I'm a bad girl, and I really deserve it!"

"Yes you do, you little minx!"

Under me was a thrust of power as his cock stiffened. In less than a few heartbeats, it had gone from being limp and thick, to being hard, rigid, unyielding.

Rising up, it pressed against me, making me go all weak in the knees and wet in my pussy with its hardness.

Daddy sat up straight - already his cock stood up straight - and he meant business when he took hold of me.

One of his big hands landed on my wriggling bottom. Only, when he felt my ass, Daddy didn't spank it at all.

Instead, he felt it up.

"Oooh, Daddy, that feels so good, please don't stop!"

"Shhhh! Not so loud, honey!"

Daddy didn't want to wake any of the servants. But they were on the lower floor, in their quarters, and they would never hear us over this storm. We had to speak in between the booming crashes of thunder to be heard.

Daddy felt me through my pajamas. Then his stroking fingers found the twin buttons which kept the rear flap closed.

He opened them, took down the flap, which when folded down draped across the backs of my thin upper thighs.

Air played on my bare bottom, followed by Daddy's hands.

I really felt fulfilled.

There I was, no more than a mere slip of a girl, just budding, and I had a great big strong man like Daddy handling me!

My bottom felt so good in his hands. One of his sweaty palms was just about big enough to cover the entire cheek of my small, shapely ass.

"Oh, Daddy!"

Then Daddy reached under my cheeks, and inside the pajamas - Reaching for my pussy.

He moved my thighs apart so his hand could go between them. My pussy lips were super-sensitive.

Then he touched my pussy.

Electric shocks went off down between m y legs. I leaned forward, bracing myself on elbows and knees so I could lift my lower body, and put all my pussy in line for him!