My eight year old daughter had caught me masturbating as I watched her taking her Friday night bath and had threatened to tell her teachers about me. Fortunately I'd convinced her not to, but she had demanded to know what the men and women in my bondage magazines were doing as the price of her silence.

I had had no real choice but to do so and when she'd seen a picture of a couple 69ing she'd decided we should do that and we ended up with her sucking my penis until I ejaculated.

Now read on...

I took the tissues from my daughter and gently wiped my semen from her face.

"Are you ok, Sally? Was that alright?"

She giggled "Yes daddy, it was fine."

"And it didn't taste bad?"

"No, it was..." she paused, licking her lips where a little remained, "it was sort of like salty yoghurt."

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Well, I've not heard it described that way before, but as long as you like yoghurt!"

I gave her a little squeeze whilst we were cuddled up and she returned it.

"Anyway, now you've been so good to me and I need a little time to recover, how about I show you a bit more about what grown ups like to do in my magazines."

"Ok, daddy, that sounds good."

I picked up another of my bondage magazines which Sally had found on top of my wardrobe and opened it.

"Now the first magazine we looked at had a man tied up by a woman, didn't it? Well this one has men tying up women. Again, of course, I should mention that even though it might look as if he's being nasty to her, she has agreed that he can do these things to her and he's not going to hurt her in a bad way.

"First of all you can see here that he's got her bent over a bench because he wants to spank her. See where he's smacking her bottom there."

"Ow," said Sally, "I know you said she's letting him do that, but wouldn't that hurt a lot?"

"If he just did it hard, yes, it would, but if he starts off gently and builds up slowly, it doesn't hurt so much and she can enjoy it."

"Hmm," my daughter replied, not convinced. "I'm not sure I'd enjoy it."

"Well, maybe I won't spank you... yet!" I smiled.

She looked up at me, trying to guess whether I was teasing or being serious, but couldn't decide.

"Anyway," I continued, "now he's got her on her back with her wrists tied one to each ankle and you can see how that makes her keep her legs apart so he can play with her vagina."

"What's that thing he's got in his hand?"

"Ah, that's called a vibrator. It's got a motor and batteries in so it vibrates and makes the woman feel really good."

"Do you have one of those, daddy?" Sally asked.

"Well, not exactly like that, but yes, why?"

"Because after I put your penis in my mouth you squirted your stuff you said you'd make me feel really good too."

"I did indeed, just a moment."

I got off the bed and went over to the wardrobe where, in the bottom, was a large suitcase that contained the bondage gear and sex toys that my late wife and I used to play with. I rotated the combination dials to the correct numbers 403-642 (my wife's measurements!) and opened it.

Sally scooted across the bed and looked in. "What is all that stuff?"

"These are toys that your mummy and I used to play with. I'll show you all of them at some time, but what I'm looking for is this one..." I picked out an egg shaped vibrator and installed a pair of new batteries in the control unit. "This one will make you feel good."

"Are you going to tie me up too, daddy?" my daughter asked.

I raised my eyebrows and looked at her. "Do you want me to tie you up?"

"Well that lady in the magazine was tied up and if that makes her feel good, it should make me feel good too, shouldn't it?"

"You're absolutely right, so I'll take some of this rope too." I took out two short lengths and turned to Sally.

"Right, lie back on the bed with your hands by your sides." I found the centre of the rope and, separating my hands a little, put two twists into each side before bringing my hands together to make what was called a Cat's Paw cuff which I then slipped over one of her wrists. I did the same with the other rope and wrist, then said "Now pull your ankles up towards your hands."

She did as she was told and I looped the ends of the ropes around her ankles, then around the rope from her wrists before doubling it back on itself and back around her ankles again and tying it to the wrist ropes, securing her but without any risk of it constricting around the ankle.

Although she initially tried to keep her thighs together, Sally quickly discovered that it was hard to maintain that position and it was a lot easier to let her knees drop to the side, revealing her innocent little crotch to my gaze.

"Comfortable, sweetheart?" I asked.

She wriggled a bit (looking so cute) then said "Yes, I think so."

"Good. Now when I switch the vibrator on, hear that humming, buzzing sound? Well if I touch this to your vagina for a moment..."

"OOOOH!" she gasped. "That felt funny."

"Funny bad?"

"No, funny nice! Do it again."

"Well, if you ask nicely..." I teased.

She pulled a face at me then said: "Please daddy, please put that buzzing thing between my legs again."

"Ok, since you asked" I gently pressed the egg-shaped vibrator against her crotch. This time she didn't gasp, but took a long slow breath, then let it out again. "Oh daddy, that's nice!"

"I'm glad you like it." Slowly I started to move the egg around, rocking it from side to side, then up and down a little, but, for the moment, staying away from where her clitoris was. Each movement seemed to garner a different reaction from her, from faint moans to quick pants to sweet little whimpers.

Teasingly, for a moment I took the egg away and was treated to the delightful sight of her spreading her knees even wider and pushing her hips up, trying to recover the lost contact, so I gave her what she wanted and she responded with a satisfied "MMmmmmmmm".

I decided it was time to go a bit further, so I tipped the pointed end of the egg down to her clitoris and got a gasped "Ohhh!!!" from her.

"Now where I just put that," I told her, "was a special bit of a woman called her clitoris and it's really sensitive. So I'm going to do that again, but if it gets too much, just say and I'll stop."

"Please, daddy, do it again! That was so nice..."

"Ok." I tipped the egg down again and clearly it wasn't too sensitive for her because, from pure instinct, she responded by pushing her crotch up against it. I didn't even need to move the egg now, Sally was wiggling and bucking her hips trying to find the best place when suddenly she gave a strangled "Ahhhhh!" and dropped back on the bed.

Quickly I switched off the vibrator and put my arms around her.

"Oh daddy!" she said, breathlessly, "what was that? What happened?"

"That, my sweet, was what's called an orgasm. It's like what happened with me when I squirted my stuff, but women don't do that, they just get a really nice feeling all over."

"Wow, you're totally right there, that was..." she shook her head, not having the words.

"I Know, your first time can be really intense, but don't worry, there will be plenty more of those to come."

She smiled, "I hope so! But now I know why you needed to have a rest after I did that to you."

"Yes, it's exhausting, so let's get you untied and into your nightie and then we can snuggle up in bed together."

I did as I said and we cuddled up, both happy and satisfied.

My last thought as I drifted off to sleep was that it was still only Friday night. How much more fun could we have on Saturday and Sunday...