It was a clear early summer evening. Damon, a 38 year old widowed father of average build and dark brown hair, was standing in front of his daughter's closed bedroom door nervously with a box of suspicious items in his arms. The contents included copious amounts of rope, duct tape, and twist ties, but their purpose was not a hardware project, but rather to bind and silence the budding young woman on the other side of the door, his daughter Lucy.
She was 18 years old and a month away from 19, with long black hair, a cup size D with slim figure, and had an adaptive and adventurous personality beneath the surface. Damon stood still ruminating to himself the same line he had told himself all week. 'This has to be done. I can't keep playing this role anymore.' he thought to himself trying to muster the courage. After a few deep breaths, he entered his daughter's room unhindered.
The room was tinted a light green from the paint on the walls, all of which were decorated with various world maps and pictures of far-flung cities and locations across the globe, an homage to Lucy's plans to travel the globe unhindered, exploring and working as she goes, to see and meet new people along the way, and experience all the excitement life has to offer her unbridled adventurous spirit. In the fall she planned to take her first step and first flight out of her current life, having already completed high school, she opted to travel her own life's course instead of the traditional college path.
Upon walking in, Lucy lying on her bed in a white T-shirt and skintight black bike shorts immediately noticed her father's presence and the contents of the box. She was quick to respond, "Oh good, I was waiting for you." she said eagerly without even an ounce of fear as she continued, "For today's bondage session I was thinking of maybe a box tie or stricter hogtie compared to last week's session".
This was not a one-off situation for the two of them. Months prior, Damon had walked in on Lucy when she was performing self-bondage on herself, or more accurately, her getting stuck in self-bondage. It was a hell of a way for the oblivious father to find out his daughter had quite the budding kink for being tied up and gagged for sexual thrills. At first Damon was bewildered and aghast that his daughter was into this kind of thing, but he quickly realized it was a little too late to steer his daughter back on the fetish straight and narrow as the S&M had already become fused with her sexuality.
He knew he had to be supportive of his daughter's interests even if he did not approve of them. And while he was too late to stop his daughter from developing the kink for shackles and muzzles, he did consider himself lucky that she had not yet sought out a boyfriend or any male for that matter who would indulge her carnal interests.
He did not trust another man not to take full advantage of his daughter's masochism to feed their own sick sexual interests, so he came up with an unconventional solution that would keep Lucy safe while still giving her an outlet for her interests. Have him be the one that ties her up every few days.
Lucy was understandably hesitant at first to have her own father be the one to bind her, but when it became apparent he was not going to trust her to indulge her hobby by herself or with a random guy, she caved and let Damon do the rigging for her. But as this became a more regular activity, she grew to appreciate the work he did with her since he could bind her more strictly than she ever could on her own, and eventually the new routine became second nature to her and felt completely comfortable with her father being her "captor".
But while Lucy became more comfortable over time with the arrangement, Damon on the other had the opposite problem. As the weeks passed his mind started to become clouded with intrusive thoughts, guilt piled up, and he found his eyes drawn more and more to the subject of the ropework he had been mastering. 'This has to be done', he once again thought to himself before responding to Lucy's suggestions.
"Lucy, I think it's about time we stopped doing this." Damon said despondently having finally got the words out. But Lucy was confused by this. "Huh? Why the sudden halt? I was really looking forward to today, and I even had new positions and ties lined up for the following weeks." she said taken aback. Damon once again steeled his heart to push forward with his rehearsed lines.
"A father and daughter should not have this kind of...questionable relationship" he stuttered. "As your father I was trying to be supportive of your interests, but now I realize I should not butt in on your...carnal interests, since they are your business and yours alone" he concluded. Lucy stared for a second before retorting with a line that she hoped would make him second guess his decision.
"So then you'll be fine if I just ask any random guy I see to tie me up and take me home as his personal slave instead right?" she said jokingly, expecting a knee-jerk response in opposition from him. "That's fine. You're a mature and independent woman who can make her own decisions." he said mechanically.
"You once survived three days alone in the woods when you were ten years old when you wandered off from camp with just basic survival training you learned from a book you randomly read. You'll be fine even if thrown to the wolves." Damon stated trying to give credence to his decision by drawing upon Lucy's adaptability even at a young age. Lucy however was not buying this sudden and rapid change of heart her father was having. Everything about this was suspicious to her, and she was not about to accept this answer.
"And what's the real reason you want to stop our bondage sessions?" Lucy said with the judgmental annoyance of an inquisitor who did not like what she was being told. Damon tried to think of something on the spot, but his daughter's eyes pierced right through him as if anticipating a bullshit answer. Cornered, Damon played his trump card. "This is my final decision Lucy. Father knows best."
