Bill was furious; he was holding his seven-year-old daughter in his lap while his sister drove them home. The little girl ran a 103 fever when he took her to the hospital. It could have been avoided had her mother had her immunized when Amy was 6 months old. It seems that Amy had never been to a Doctor before Bill got custody her a year ago. That night he had a bag of groceries, a toy and a happy meal and stopped by hoping the bitch Eileen would let him spend sometime with his daughter. He knocked on the door and a little voice asked who it was.

"It's daddy."

"I can't let you in. Mommy isn't home."

"Honey I got you a happy meal."

The door flew open and a little hand grabbed the bag of food. Bill questioned her and found that Amy had been left alone for two days with out any food. He called the police. Two weeks later he got uncontested custody of Amy, since her mother was in jail on a drug charge and would be there for quite a while. The little girl didn't seem upset at being taken away from her mother.

Amy had to learn early how to get what she wanted or needed. This was a problem for Bill who had to correct her. She did respond favorably and Bill never had to resort to spanking her. She did have a problem with concentrating on things when she was bored. She was a precocious child. Being an only child she grew up quick. On the first day of school, her teacher addressed the class and told them that from now on they, the students were not to use baby words, only grown up words. She looked at one little girl and asked her what did she do last weekend? The kid said, "I visited my Nana." The teacher corrected her and said "No! You visited your Grandmother, use grown up words." The teacher now looked at a little boy and asked him what he did that weekend? He said he went for a ride on a choo choo . " NO! You went for a ride on a train, use grown up words." The teacher then asked Amy what she did. Amy said she read a book. "Wonder! ful!" exclaimed the teacher, "What was the name of the book?" Amy thought for a second and proudly said "Winnie the Shit!"

In school if the teacher couldn't hold her attention Amy would just get up and do her own thing. Bill considered the source of her problem and just kept his patience and told her what she needed to do. Bill had a lot to learn about raising a child especially a girl. He never could understand the subtlety of the female mind.

Now the poor kid was riding home from the emergency room where she was diagnosed with Chickenpox. Amy being a strong-willed child decided that if she itched she'd scratch. Bill, the doctor and Beth, Bill's sister who was a nurse told her that if she scratched she'd leave pockmarks on her face that would last the rest of her life. Amy scratched. The doctor wrapped her hands in gauze and tape. Now the doctor told her not to rub, she rubbed. It wasn't that she was a naughty girl she just lacked self-discipline. This lack caused Bill to take measures he had never considered before. He taped Amy's wrists together behind her back.

Amy sat in her father's lap a sullen child. She itched all over but he restrained her and there was nothing she could do. Her fever dropped to 100.5 and she was still a bit delirious so she quickly fell asleep.

Bill carried Amy to her bed and wondered what he should do. He helped her get undressed and rubbed a lotion all over her that helped minimize the itching. He helped her put on a long nightshirt, no underwear. Again she started to rub her face and Bill now knew what he had to do. He had her lie down on her back and took the roll of gauze and wrapped it around her wrist and tied it to the frame of her bed. He did the same for the other wrist. He then looped the gauze around her chest and tied her down to the bed. She was now unable to rub or get up. He knelt down and stroked her cheek.

"Daddy, how long will I have to be like this?' she asked.

"About two weeks honey."

"Two weeks?! Do I have to be tied too?"

"My dear one, you won't listen when we tell you not to rub or scratch. You'll leave marks on your face. I'll have to take care of your every need until you're well, and if that means being tied up then you'll be tied up. Please understand. I love you very much and I'm not doing this because I want to be mean to you. I'm doing it because its' what's best for you. I know its' uncomfortable but when you're all well no one will ever know that you had the Chickenpox. If I let you do what you want then you'd go through life with little holes in your face. Do you want me to love you and do what is right or do I not love you and let you do what you want?"

Bill stood and looked down on his restrained daughter and was stunned at the thoughts that ran through his mind. A young nubile female was tied down to a bed, helpless. She was his captive.

Amy looked up at her Father and was stunned at the thoughts that ran through her mind. Her Father loved her enough to do something that was hard on her and him. He wanted the best for her and if that meant taking away her freedom then that was what was going to happen. She felt safe and secure just like when she sat in his lap and he hugged her. She couldn't get into trouble when she couldn't move. Daddy was going to take care of her. He already did and never got angry with her. He'd sit her down and talk to her, unlike mom who either ignored her or beat her.

Aunt Beth came in and put a bag down and started taking out stuff that Amy didn't care for. Extra long rolls of gauze and several rolls of adhesive tape and a dreaded bedpan. There was a sippy cup and a baby's bib and a box of baby wipes. Amy didn't like what she saw, but then Aunt Beth took out some videos that brightened up Amy. Beth got a heating pad and turned it on low and placed the bedpan on it so it was warm when needed.

" Honey, I'm going to stay right here with you till you're well." Bill said as he slid the trundle bed out from under Amy's bed.

Bill and Beth went out to the hall and discussed what had to be done and how he was going to do it. Beth told Bill that she would work on something that would be a big help. She promised to stop by so he could go to Amy's school and get her homework so Amy wouldn't fall behind.

Bill went to his room and changed into his pajamas. He came into Amy's room leaned over and kissed her goodnight. He turned out the light and got into the extra bed. Even through it was early he wanted Amy to know he'd be there for her.

Bill was a sleep when he was awoken by Amy calling for him.

"Daddy! I have to go potty!"

"Thank goodness she still uses baby words." Bill thought.

Bill took the bedpan and slid it under Amy's butt. He then covered her with the blankets giving her a semblance of privacy.

Amy was so embarrassed she couldn't go. Daddy just sat there waiting for her to finish. She kept pushing, squeezing and grunting.

Bill was lost in thought. He realized that his little captive had to rely on him for her bodily functions. The more he gave into his mental meandering the more he was conjuring thoughts about controlling her.

" Daddy...Daddy...DADDY!"

"Huh. What hon.?"

"I'm done."

Bill lifted the blankets and with tissues he gently and tenderly wiped her dry. He looked at what made her a girl. The cleft with its' tiny clit poking out of the top when her legs were spread.

Bill took the pan and emptied it in the toilet. He came back and looked again at his daughter's little pussy. He had to force himself to cover her.

Amy had to force herself to pee. The room wasn't all that dark, the nightlight gave enough illumination. She could see daddy's face and it looked, what? she thought, the only word she could think of was 'hungry'. At first she didn't like the idea of daddy having to wipe her but he did it so nicely and it felt so good. It was almost fun being helpless and having daddy pamper her. Bill got back in bed and went to sleep. Amy looked at her father, less than three feet away and yet so very close. She fell asleep happy.

Bill's last thought was that he had a feisty little wildcat on his hands. She wanted to be good she just didn't know how. This thought led to dreams of bondage and control. He dreamed of tying her hands behind her and then her ankles to her wrists. On her back she'd be forced to spread her legs as far as they could go. He dreamed of tying her spread eagle on a X frame or on the bed. The one that frighten him was tying her hands and suspending her with her feet off the floor. The one he enjoyed was the dream of her knelling on the floor with her hands cuffed behind her. Naked except for a velvet choker with a ivory cameo. The cameo was deceptive as the bezel flipped down to be a ring for a leash so he could lead her as a pet.

Amy had dreams of her own. Dreams of being abducted by pirates and tied to the mast. Daddy coming to the rescue only to tie her to the bed. Dreams of daddy tying her to the oak tree in the backyard and pulling her pants down so she could pee and then spent an hour wiping her. She liked her dreams.

Bill got up early knowing he had a lot to do today. He had to get a hold of his partner and take some time off. He could do some of the work load off the internet. He had to get to Amy's school and get her work so she wouldn't fall behind. Maybe do some shopping if Beth had the time to spend with Amy. He went to the kitchen to make her a simple breakfast. He made her toast and a small bowl of oatmeal. Cold orange juice in the sippy cup. He figured if she ate all that then she'd being feeling better.

Bill brought the tray of food into the bedroom and looked down at his daughter. He couldn't feed her while she lay on her back. He untied one hand and as soon as he released it Amy started to rub her face. Bill grabbed her hand and twisted it so she had to turn over. With one hand he had to untie her other hand and then tape the wrists together again behind her back. He didn't scold her but the look on his face told Amy that he was not pleased.

Bill feed her and they talked. Well, Bill talked, mostly about doing what she was told to do since he had twenty six years experience more than her seven. He only told her to do those things that were good for her and she should trust him.

When daddy walked into the bedroom with the tray of food the thought struck Amy that if he untied her and she didn't rub, maybe he'd leave her untied. She didn't itch but when daddy undid her hand she rubbed anyway. Daddy now had to tie her hands behind her. Now he had to feed her, to pamper her, maybe later, wipe her.

Bill finished feeding Amy and asked her if she needed a bath. Amy thought "Aha, you gotta untie me now."

Bill went to the bathroom and started her bubble bath. He picked her up and carried her to the tub and gently lowed her in.

"Aren't you going to untie me? I have to wash my hands." Amy whined.

"Yes Hon, I'll wash your hands, but you'll still be tied."

Bill took the roll of gauze and tied her elbows together and then took the taped gauze off her hands. Her then slowly washed her body. He lightly rubbed the washcloth everywhere. He had her stand as her clean between the cheeks of her buttocks and then used a baby wipe for her vagina. He pressed the wipe in between the lips and up to her clit where she gasped at the new feeling. She had often touched herself there before, but it never felt that good.

Bill lifted her out of the tub and dried her with a big fluffy towel. He then looked down on her and considered the problem. It would be hard to dress her and then tie her and have to untie when she needed changing. He decided that she'd go nude until the doctor pronounced her well. He draped his terrycloth bathrobe around her and tied the belt.

"What do you want to do?" Bill asked.

"Can I watch the videos Aunt Beth brought me?"

"Sure"

"Can you untie me? Its' uncomfortable like this and I can't sit like this for hours."

Bill considered this for a second and said, "Hon, so far every chance you had, you rubbed. I have to keep your hands away from your face. I'm going to re-tie you but you'll stay tied until I can trust you."

Bill Thought for a minute and then took the roll of gauze and tied her hand. He then untied her elbows but held the gauze rope attached to her left arm. He tied her right hand to her right ankle and her left hand to her left ankle. She now sat with her knees to her chin. Bill draped the robe around her and turned on the VCR. Amy watched the video while Bill made phone calls. Beth would be by around 3:45 and he could get to the school just about 4:00. The school's secretary said she'd have all the work Amy would need.

Amy sat there and watched the video but thought about daddy. There she was; she slept tied up, ate tied up, was bathed tied up and now watched TV tied up. Daddy meant what he said. That was comforting to Amy, she could trust him.

"Daddy!...Daddy!"

"What sweetheart?"

"I gotta go!"

"Where?"

"HA ha, very funny. Come on, please I havta go."

Bill took off the robe and scooped Amy up and deposited her on the toilet seat. Tied as she was Amy was doubled over where her face almost touched the porcelain seat.

"Daddy please untie me, I promise not to scratch or rub. Really I won't."

"Okay, but remember, you promised."

Bill untied Amy's hands from her ankles. Amy sat up and did her business. When she was done she realized that now that she was free, daddy won't wipe her. She took the toilet paper and did it herself. She didn't enjoy it.

Amy walked back to her bedroom and put the robe over her shoulders. Bill looked at her and asked, "Are you sure you won't scratch or rub while I'm down stairs?"

Amy thought of the safe feelings she had while being tied to protect her from herself.

Amy lowered her head and gave it a little shake. "No, daddy. I don't think I can promise you that I won't."

Amy put her two little fists up for her father to begin tying her again.

Bill wrapped the gauze around her wrists and tied them to her thighs. He then wrapped the gauze over her hands and fingers. He was making sure that she wouldn't lean over and use scratch with her fingers. He found that in that position if she leaned back on the headboard she was comfortable. He could place her on the toilet without any difficulties. He noticed that she liked it when he performed the cleansing portion of the toilet routine. Especially when he touched that area that really didn't need any attention, her clit. He started lingering there. Amy never objected.

Bill served her lunch and still being sick Amy took a long nap. Beth came by at 3:45 and Bill got Amy's school work.

Now that Bill was out of the house Beth could indulge herself in a little kink.

"Amy, how many different ways has your father tied you?"

"Well, most of the time he ties my hands behind my back. Last night he tied my hands to the bed. This morning while I watched videos he tied my hands to my ankles."

Beth picked up her over sized purse and pulled out a length of rope and a ball gag.

"Tell me, little girl, do you enjoy being tied by your daddy? Do you like it when he takes care of your every need? Do you like being helpless yet knowing your protected and safe?"

The concept may have been more than Amy could comprehend but she got the gist of the questions. She nodded, yes she liked it.