Daddy’s Little Girl

Dina used to be Daddy’s little girl. My girl, that is, because I am her father. I was always proud that she used to look up to me. And whenever she asked me to come fishing with me to the river on the outskirts of our town, I was the happiest man on Earth. Then, one day, she wasn’t so proud of me. And when six months passed and she didn’t ask me to come fishing with me, I understood that she was growing. Moreover, I knew that I wasn’t so important to her anymore.

I can take that. I mean, kids grow and change. And that’s a fact you have to face with an open mind and a warm heart. But it’s definitely not easy.

So, one Saturday, I was fishing at the river. I had been for hours, for my wife had gone on a trip to see her cousin, and Dina was with her girlfriends. I didn’t want to go back to an empty house. So, I took longer than usual. By the time I packed my things and began driving home, it was already getting dark.

Even now, it’s hard for me to talk about what I found when I came back home. Dina and her best friend were in her bedroom, both scantily dressed. Dina was all covered with ropes, and her friend was telling her nasty things in a husky voice as she kept tying her.

I wasn’t ready for that. I don’t remember exactly what I said. However, I do remember that Dina and I had a long talk about bondage and the Shibari tradition. I knew nothing about it, and it took me some weeks to understand the whole business. She also told me that she was straight and had a boyfriend, but that she preferred being tied by a female rigger.

I still don’t get many things about Shibari. And I certainly wish Dina were still Daddy’s little girl. However, like I said, kids grow up and change. And I guess this is what people of my daughter’s generation do, just like her mother and I had a great time with a couple of beers and a blanket in the back of my truck.

This is my Shibari story.