Billy and the Babysitter (f/m)

[Bondageboi]

One balmy summer evening, ten-year-old Billy found himself in the peculiar situation of being both thrilled and slightly nervous. His parents had gone out for dinner and left him in the care of his sixteen-year-old babysitter, Samantha. Sam always had a sense of adventure and quirky humour, and had always been his favourite. This night, however, he decided to push his luck with her.

"Sam," Billy called out with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes, "Can you tie me up like a hostage?" His voice echoed through the empty hallway, carrying a mix of excitement and challenge. Samantha looked up from her phone, a knowing smile spreading across her face. She had a feeling that this was not going to be a night like any other.

With a dramatic sigh, she set down her device and sauntered over to him, her trainers squeaking out the cool tiles. "Alright, little daredevil," she said, "But only if you promise to stay still whilst I truss you up ." Billy nodded vigorously, his heart racing with anticipation. Sam grabbed a couple of long, ropes billy had placed on the living room couch, her thoughts racing with all the knot-tying tricks she had learned from camping with her friends.

She began with his wrists, looping the rope around them behind his back and cinching it tightly. Billy's eyes widened in delight as he felt the rough fibres bite into his skin, the sensation both thrilling and oddly comforting. "Is that too tight?" she asked, her voice teasing. "Nope," he grunted, "Tighter!" His cheeks flushed with excitement as she complied, tying the knot with a firm pull.

Next, she moved to his ankles, her nimble fingers weaving the rope into an intricate knot that bound them together. Billy's bare feet danced in the air as she worked, his toes curling with every tug. "Now, stay put," she warned, standing up to admire her handiwork. Billy nodded, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of the game. She took more rope to tie his legs together above and below his knees. Next she tied his elbows together, wrapping the long ends of rope round his chest pinning his arms into his back.

“Is that tight enough?” She joked. Billy nodded.

Heading out to the kitchen briefly , Sam returned with a white sock from the clean washing pile and a roll of tape. “Open up,!” She chirped. Billy opened his mouth to accept the sock then his eyes lit up as Sam wrapped the silver tape round his head three or four times, smoothing it over his lips, sealing them completely.

“Now are you well tied up and gagged?” She asked. Before waiting for an answer she bent down and began Tom dance her fingers over the soles of his bare feet. Immediately Billy gave a very muffled shriek and pulled his feet back, but Sam grabbed the ropes round his ankles, holding his feet in place as she continued to dance her finger tips then scrape her nails over is defenceless soles.

Billy made several muffled cries for mercy whilst secretly loving the feeling of helplessness until Sam eventually stopped. “That seems secure enough.” She said, flopping back on the sofa and picking up her phone.

But the fun didn't end there. With a wink, Samantha bent down to untie the laces of her own shoes. She slipped off her trainers, revealing her sweaty bare feet. The room was filled with the faint scent of her well worn trainers as it crept through the warm evening air. "Ready for this?" she asked, a playful glint in her eye. Billy's nod was less enthusiastic this time, his curiosity nonetheless piqued by the sight of her feet.

Without another word, she lifted one bare foot and held it to Billy's nose. "Breathe in," she instructed, a smirk playing on her lips. Billy's nostrils flared as he inhaled the scent, a peculiar blend of sweat and rubber. He had to admit, it was a strange kind of thrill, the faint scent of her feet—it was all surprisingly intoxicating.

"Good boy," she cooed, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. She wiggled her toes playfully, watching his reaction. Billy's eyes grew wide as he took in the sight and smell of her feet. He had never been so close to a pair of teenaged girl’s bare feet before, especially not ones that had been cooped up in sneakers all day. He felt a mix of disgust, excitement, and something he could not identify.

Sam took her foot away and leaned back into the couch cushions, her bare foot hovering over his face. "Go,on Now" she said, her voice low and authoritative. “Have a smell.” Billy's heart skipped a beat. This was a new level of the game, and he wasn't sure if he was ready. But the daredevil in him was intrigued, and he found himself leaning forward, his nose brushing against her warm, slightly damp skin as she scrunched her toes up.

[Redman]

Cute story! Billy and Samantha are definitely going to have a great evening.

Now for the constructive criticism: That ending was way too abrupt. You're better than that.

[TuggyBoundMale]

Aww sweet story

But I agree with @Redman. Too abrupt ending. And in my opinion a little too quick at the start. But besides that, it’s awesome

[WhereAmI]

Awesome story, I love the shorter stories with the babysitter tying up their little charges, the foot smelling came as a surprise and there is always room for socks. Samantha gets an A+ for her tying skills and Billy has earned another TUG session for being so cooperative, eager and bright eyed.

[milagros317]

Wonderful story!
Why didn't I ever have a babysitter like Samantha?