Chapter 1

Fourteen year old Catherine started up the walkway to the front door of the house. Looking over she saw her father's car in the driveway but her mother's mini-van was missing. "I wonder where Mom is," she thought to herself and then she suddenly remembered that her mother had left that morning to go visit Catherine's grandmother.

Catherine briefly wondered what the two weeks alone with her father would be like but didn't really give it much thought. He had told her that he would be home from work early everyday but that thought irritated her more than it comforted her. "I'm not a baby anymore," she had thought peevishly, I can be home alone for a few hours.

But her dad had made his decision and it was obvious that he wasn't going to change his mind. Probably they would eat a lot of fast food but she didn't really expect much exciting to happen while her mom was gone. Stepping inside she called out "I'm home," and headed up the stairs to her room.

She didn't hear a response but as she walked past the open door to her parents master bedroom she heard the shower running in their bathroom. She briefly wondered why her father was taking a shower so early in the day but was distracted by the open sports bag on the bed and the magazines sitting beside it. Licking her lips she stepped inside the room.

Catherine moved closer to the bed. She looked to the side and verified that the bathroom door still closed. She reached down and picked up the magazine on the top of the stack. She gasped at the picture on the cover.

'Damsels In Distress' was the lurid title and the picture was of a pretty blond girl. She was totally naked and had her arms and legs tied together tightly with rope. Her mouth was taped shut and she was looking at the camera with a wide eyed expression of fear. Catherine felt a sense of shock as she spread open the pages of the magazine. Inside there were pictures of women being tied up. She looked down at the next magazine on the stack. 'Nipple Torture' was the name of this magazine. "Oh my god," she thought as she examined the picture on the cover; a large breasted woman with clothespins digging cruelly into the skin of her tits.

Catherine reached down to see what other magazines were in the stack but her attention was distracted by the open mouth of the gym bag. Setting the magazine in her hand down she pulled the mouth of the bag farther open and looked inside. Her skin felt cold as she saw bundles of rope both thin and smooth and thick and rough. There were clothespins and shapes she recognized as dildos and gleaming brightly were a pair of what she recognized from the magazine pictures as nipple clamps.

Suddenly she heard the water in the bathroom shut off. She jerked away and rushed out the door not realizing in her haste that she had displaced the stack of magazines. She rushed to her room and quickly closed the door. Her breathing was faster and her thoughts were wild as she pondered the things she had seen. "Does daddy do that to mommy?" she wondered.

Alone in her room Catherine felt a little more relaxed. As she thought about some of the pictures she had seen she found herself wondering what it would be like to be tied up like that. She was conscious of a nervous excitement and of her heart pounding in her throat. She winched at the thought of clothespins being applied to her nipples. Looking down she gave herself a half smile. "Well I've got the boobs for it." she thought as she looked at her large firm C cup breasts.

She decided to go ahead and get changed out of her school clothes. She unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it off leaving her bra on. As she was bending over to pull off her shoes the door to her bedroom suddenly pushed open. Looking up in surprise her heart gave a jump when she her father standing in the doorway. He was dressed in a bathrobe and his hair was still damp from the shower. Catherine felt a stab of fear at the look in his eyes as he stared down at her. Still she tried to act normal. "Daddy! You scared me. And I'm not dressed."

She stood up straight and reached for her blouse to pull it in front of her but before she could her father took two quick steps into the room and grabbed her wrists. She tried to pull away. "Daddy, what are you doing?"

But her father wasn't inclined to let go. Instead he pulled her arms down and easily pinned them to her side. "Going into my room and looking through my things were you?" he asked with a nasty leer. "Well you would have seen them soon enough anyway."

Catherine gave a yelp a fear as her dad began to pull her out of the room. "No daddy, please let me go," she wailed as he dragged her small body down the hallway.

But the man ignored her pleas and soon had her in the master bedroom. He quickly dragged her to an armless wooden chair that had been moved away from the wall in the short time since Catherine had been there before. He propelled his daughter into the chair and turned to the gym bag still on the bed.

Catherine's heart was pounding with fear and uncertainty. She thought about running out of the room but her father was standing between her and the door. She was conscious of her vulnerability in a way she never was before. How could she stop him from doing whatever he wanted to? She sat in the chair sobbing while her father dug through the bag. He soon turned however holding a length of rope in his hands. He grabbed her right wrist and tied one end of the rope around it. "Please daddy, stop," she gasped out between tears.