My girlfriend, Danni, and I visit my dad about once a month. He lives alone in the house my family grew up in and every time we arrive, he says, "There's my little girl, Deeds," even though I'm an inch shy of six feet and taller than he is. Deeds is short for Deirdre, his pet name for me that everybody now uses. My dad's a joy but at his age he can't get around as well as he used to, so we moved his bedroom downstairs, and he stays on just the first floor. He is still sharp and funny, and we love spending time with him. We would visit more often but it's an hour and a half car ride for us so we come when we can.
We were there visiting him one time and I went upstairs to the second floor with Danni to show her my old bedroom, which hadn't changed much since I left for college seven years ago. There was still even a 'One Direction' poster on the back of the door that made me cringe. As we went to go back down, I paused by the railing that overlooked the staircase and the hall below. It was black wrought iron, very popular in the late seventies when the house was built, another thing that hadn't changed. There were two flat columns that went floor to ceiling, and I stood staring at one of those columns when Danni paused alongside of me and caught my glare.
"What?"
I smiled at her. She was a few fingers shorter than me and had the build of an athlete, which she had been in college when we met, and still was today. Short brown hair, great smile and friendly. I was blond, taller, bustier, a tad thinner and in love with her for the five years we had been together. I turned back to the ornate grating and pointed.
"I have some very erotic memories of this railing."
"Uhh, I'm going to need an explanation of that, please," Danni said puzzled.
"My brother used to tie me to that railing when I was younger."
My brother, Tim, was three years my senior and I was always the 'pain in the ass' little sister to him. At the time, it was his way of solving a problem.
"It first started when I was ten years old, and he was babysitting me, and he was trying to build Legos in his room with his friend and I kept coming in and trying to wreck it. He got so fed up he dragged me out into the hall and tied me to the bars with his bathrobe belt. When I started to yell for help, he tickled me until I was crying. He told me if I screamed or talked, he would tickle me more, but if I stayed quiet, he would release me in a little while. If I made even a peep he would run out with his hands ready to grab my ribs and tickle and I would shut up. It kind of became a game and I probably could have gotten myself loose, but I went along." It was only about ten minutes but it seemed a lot longer. When he let me go, he said that if I told dad he would do it again the next time we were alone, and he wouldn't stop tickling me until I threw up. I didn't say anything."
I turned to Danni and she gave me an expectant stare, "I'm waiting for the erotic part."
"Tim did it a couple times, always in fun, and then not for over a year. When I was fourteen and just coming into my sexual bloom, he was here with a bunch of friends playing video games. I had a big crush on his pal Connor, long before I knew I liked girls better. I was hanging around them being my usual annoying self, gushing over everything Connor said. Finally, he clamped his hand on the back of my neck and forced me out into the hall. This time he didn't just wrap the belt around me, he tied my hands tightly together, looped it over the S-bar on the top of the column and pulled my arms up over my head. He put his fingertips on my hips and said, 'I swear to God if you make one more sound, I will tickle you until you wet your pants. And I won't stop.' He wriggled his fingers into my ribs for a few moments to emphasize and then ended with, 'And I'll let all my friends tickle you as well.' I hung there silently for more than an hour.
"Again, I probably could have escaped if I needed to, but I didn't even try. I felt so vulnerable, and the notion that they could all be standing around me and tickling me, when I was so helpless to prevent any of it, made my juices start to bubble inside me. What if when the group was tickling me, they touched my growing breast or even between my legs? What if in the grappling some of my clothes fell off? I had just discovered masturbation and for the whole hour I wanted to touch myself, thinking about it and couldn't and that made it more intense. The more I squirmed and thought about the situation, the wetter I became until I could feel the wetness soaking through my panties and jeans. Tim had made me wet my pants but not in the way he had thought. When he finally decided to leave and all his friends filed past me, I prayed that none of them looked down at my crotch, but I'm sure they did. He released me and warned me to never try and pull that shit again."
Danni had a big sloppy smile on her face. "Interesting," was the only thing she said so I continued.
"As soon as he was out of the house, I locked myself in the bathroom, dropped my jeans and fingered myself to the most dramatic orgasm I had up until that point. It then became an obsession with me, I couldn't stop thinking about it. I began tying myself there whenever I was alone and horny. I became bolder, making the bonds harder to untie and wearing less and less clothes until finally I was doing it completely naked. One time I was almost caught when my father came home from work early and if he had come up the stairs I would have been mortified. He walked right underneath where I had stretched myself out and into the kitchen without even looking up. It took me almost five minutes of panic to get myself loose while he was walking around downstairs, knowing he could come up at any time and see me nude and bound. But that didn't scare me off or stop me, if anything it made it more of a risk and I was still occasionally doing it up until I left for college."
"Now, it got erotic," Danni said. "We've done a little light bondage at times when we get playful. Does it bring back those memories?"
"Oh, yeah, it does, and those are always my best O's," I said.
Danni looked the pole up and down one more time and we headed downstairs. "This is a little piece of your background that I never knew about you. You see, we're growing."
We both laughed. I didn't realize it but there was a plot growing in her mind.
About two months later we had a birthday party for my dad at the house. It was going to be the two of us, my brother Tim and his wife Maggie, some family members of my dad's and a few of his close friends. Except for us and Tim and Maggie there wouldn't be anyone there under the age of sixty-five.
Before we left Danni presented me with a surprise. Our anniversary was coming up in a few weeks and she said she had an early gift for me. She took me in the bedroom and there was a dress laid out on the bed. A pretty white dress with a miniature red flower print, no sleeves and big black buttons running down the whole front. Next to it was a red lace snap-in-front, push-up bra with matching lace panties. A pair of low-heeled black pumps completed the package. She told me she wanted me to wear it to the party. So, I showered and dressed. The panties showed a lot of cheek, and the bra accentuated my ample tits, and I did I little Victoria's Secret fashion show so she could take me all in. She blew out puffs of air and nodded her head, wanting in her eyes. With the dress buttoned up, the demure style left only a hint of cleavage exposed. The length came down to my knees but as I modeled for myself in the full-length mirror, I could clearly see the outline of my bra and panties through the light-colored material.
"Everyone is going to see my underwear," I commented twisting one way and gazing over my shoulder.
"Anyone there would be lucky enough to even notice that you're a woman, their eyesight is so bad. But I'm going to know what you have on underneath every time I look at you."
I smiled over at her. Then she produced an overnight bag from the closet and put that on the bed.
"What's this?" I asked.
"I booked us a room at a very cute bed and breakfast cabin that's only five miles from your dad's house, so we won't have to worry about driving back tonight after the party," Danni said.
"That's wonderful. Did you remember to pack everything; change of clothes, toiletries, pajamas?"
"Change of clothes, yes. Toiletries, yes. Pajamas, ahh... you won't be needing those."
I liked where this was going. I gave her a big smooch and we headed out to the party.
We arrived early and helped set things up. Tim and Maggie arrived soon after and we were good to go by the time the first guest arrived. I did catch a quick glance through a mirror of Maggie checking out my ass in my very visible panties. She seemed to be the only one who noticed. We catered the food and had it all spread out for the company. Everyone seemed to be having a good time.
