It started after my girlfriend had left our daughter, Karen and I. Karen was nine almost ten at the time. My girlfriend and I had been kind of heavy into BDSM. Going to meetings of the local group and making friends. I think that was where the problem started. I was into it and did not mind a somewhat open relationship, But I was not into it or as far out there as my girlfriend wanted to be. So she left. Joined up with a group and a guy who she said was "More of a Master than I would ever be!"
My daughter was suppose to be staying over at a friends house for the weekend. As I said I still had some friends in the scene and I was still interested. So there I am in my living room with a naked lady tied up in some ropes. When my daughter walks in.... Somewhere in all this mess I babble out "That it is ok I am just practicing my knot tying". Like I am some kind of overage boyscout or some thing. I quickly get my lady friend untied, dressed and out of there. This did not go over well with my daughter.
Karen started going on about things like this is why her mother had left us, and stuff. The thought that went through my head was that someday her mother might just grow up and want to be a part of her daughters life again. And if she did I was not going to have been the one to say anything bad about her to her daughter. I was going to be a adult in this situation. Karen was young and the hurt was still so new to her. She would figure out the truth as time went on.
But I had blurted out about how I had been practicing my knot tying. While we were arguing Karen said, "That if I needed to practice, that I didn't need anyone else, that I could practice on her!"
I told her that she probably would not like it!
She came back at me with, "How was she suppose to know unless we tried it?"
I just looked at her. I didn't have anything else.
Shrugging out of her Jacket. She asked me, "Do I have to get naked? As the other lady had been."
As she was starting to remove her T-Shirt. When I said, "No she didn't."
Taking out a roll of soft Nylon line I set to work. I decided to start on something simple tying up her arms. I was sure that after realizing what she was getting into, she would want to quit. So I took a length of rope I passed it over her arms. Then proceeded to wrap it some what loosely but still securely around her arms. Finally turning the ends and passing them between her arms and around the ropes in the middle cinching her arms together.
I tied that to another rope that had a carabiner on it. Which I sipped onto a eye bolt that you might miss if you did not know it was there on the beam overhead. I left her there tied in the center of the room. Struggling with that while I went to get some thing to drink.
I peeked in on her from the other room. As she was trying the ropes. The carabiner kept the knots slightly over her head where she could not reach them with her teeth. I stood there looking at my little girl there tied up in my ropes and I liked it. But I would never push the issue.
I came back into the room. Karen quickly tried to hide that she had been fumbling trying to get out of the ropes. I looked into her eyes as I reached for the carabiner to start untying her.
"Had enough?", I said.
"No, Daddy.", was all she said.
I was kind of taken back. My hand froze reaching for the carabiner then fell back to my side. I had seen her struggling to get out of the rope. Her long dark hair whipping around as she pulled at it.
I pulled up a chair so that we would be about on the same level. But I still was most of a head taller than her.
"Karen," I said. "You do not have to go through with this! If you do not want me playing tie up games, having women over, or even going out with women for now. I won't. Your mother left us not that long ago. We are both still tore up about it. We can give it some time."
"Daddy." she said. I could see tears start in her eyes. "That's not fair. You want to play your tie up games. You can play them with me. Then you don't need those women to come over. Until Momma comes back."
My heart breaking over my little girls tears. I started untying her.
"Honey, Mamma might not come back."
I just held her and rocked her in my arms until she stopped crying.

The possibility of more later.