01 - Babysitting
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By Michelle
Friday, May 16th 2003 - 10:25:15 PM
Babysitting
This happened about a year ago when I was in the 5th year at school. It's true but I might have exagerated the details a bit...
I was babysitting a kid who I'd never meet before whose parents were friends of a friend. His name was Tim and he was about 8 or 9 years old.
It all went okay at first with Tim watching tv. After a while he got bored and suggested we played a game of hide and seek. This seemed quite harmless so I agreed.
He went to his room while I hid. it didn't take long for him to find me behind the curtains.
"Right, now I've found you I'm gonna tie you up" he said. At the same time I noticed he was carrying a length of rope with him.
I was a bit taken aback by this but thought that what could he do, a small kid (and it might keep him quiet a bit longer) so I agreed and held my arms out to him.
"Not like that, behind your back" he said.
I reluctantly put my hand behind my back and he started wrapping rope around them. This is a bit tight I thought as he tied it off.
"Okay, that's enough" I ordered, testing my bonds and finding that I couldn't get my hands free.
The next thing I knew was that he was tieing rope around my elbows, drawing them together behind my back.
"I said stop Tim" I shouted and I managed to pull away from him "untie me right now, this has gone too far".
He said and did nothing so I walked towards the kitchen thinking I may be able to find something sharp to cut the ropes somehow. however the door to the kitchen was shut and with my hands tied firmly behind my back I couldn't open it.
As I turned round from the door, he suddenly jumped on me. As it was so unexpected I was caught off balance and fell to the floor on my stomach. He immediately sat on top of me and finished off tieing my arms and elbows together. As much as I struggled, with my arms already tied, I was unable to throw him off.
Then he turned his attention to my feet and despite my kicking, by sitting on them he was able to get rope around them and tie them securely together. I was now totally helpless.
He got off me, leaving me struggling on the floor, trying to get free. He disappeared from the room, only to return moments later with more rope and some cloth.
I was turned over onto my front.
"Now to keep you quiet" he said.
"Don't you dare" I shouted "mmmppppphh". My threats were silenced as some cloth was forced into my mouth and then tied in place with another strip of cloth that he put between my teeth and tied behind my head, which forced the wad of cloth further into my mouth.
I protested further as he took more rope but the only noise I could make were faint "mmmmppphhs". He then tied my legs in three more places: above and below my knees and around my thighs. He tied rope from my hands around my waist and then more rope around my chest, pinning my arms even closer to my body.
Eventually he was done and he stood back to admire his work. The next thing I knew he was on the phone to a friend boasting how he'd tied up his baby sitter and to come around and have a look. I mmmpphed in protest, it was embarrassing enough to have been trussed up by a kid without having half the neighbourhood coming to see me.
When he'd finished on the phone he dragged me to his parents bedroom and after a bit a struggling, managed to get me on their bed. Luckily the house was a bungalow so there weren't any stairs to go up.
I was left on the bed for what must have been about half an hour when I heard voices and in came Tim with another 5 boys. They all looked at me and laughed, congratulating Tim. One boy, who was older than the rest, came up and tested my ropes and told Tim he'd done a good job. However there was just thing missing he said.
He asked Tim to find some more rope, which he quickly did. He then put lengths of rope over my shoulders, down my back and brought then up between my legs. I moaned in my gag as he tied them off tightly.
"There" he said as everyone laughed more "a crotch rope".
After a lot more laughing they all left me there. I struggled more but it was no use, I couldn't get free and the struggling just pulled the ropes between my legs even tighter. One thing that gave me comfort though was my friend Kylie, who was out on a date with her boyfriend, had promised to call in a see me on her way home.
After what seemed like an age I heard a knock at the front door. All the boys apart from Tim rushed into the room and hid. I could hear Tim and Kylie talking with Tim telling here that I was in the bedroom.
Kylie out her head round the door. She was looking so attractive in a really tight-fitting knee length dress, a jacket, black tights and knee-length boots. A look of horror came over her face as she saw me.
I mmmppphed desperately as she rushed over to me, trying to warn her of the trap she was walking into but she couldn't understand.
She was just about to remove my gag when the other boys suddenly jumped her. Kylie's a very fit, athletic girl and would normally have put up a good struggle and maybe been able to break free and escape. However with her tight dress and high heels she was at a real disadvantage and she soon fell to the floor.
More rope was fetched and all the boys set to work tieing her up. Because I was on one side of the bed and she was on the floor I couldn't really see what was happening but I could see large lengths of rope being used.
Eventually Kylie was lifted onto the bed and the boys left us.
I looked in horror as I studied my friend. She was bound even more comprehensively than I was. She was covered from head to foot with the most intricate ropework, completely immobilizing her. He bulging cheeks showed that her mouth had been completely filled with something behind her gag. At least I thought, her dress had meant they couldn't give her a crotch rope (although when we were untied later I found that they had managed to crotch rope her under her dress) however they had used rope to tie her feet up towards her bound hands so she was in a hogtie.
Kylie had been placed on her stomach but eventually, after a great deal of effort, she managed to struggle onto her side so we were facing each other.She looked at me with pleading eyes. We tried to communicate but Kylie could make even less noise than I could so after a few minutes of pathetic mmmppphhhing we gave up.
There was absolutely no way Kylie was going to get free, it would take someone about half an hour to untie her in any case. However if we could get back to back Kylie may be able to free me. I eventually managed to get across the fact to Kylie to move so we were back to back. I could manage it fairly easily but it took Kylie about half an hour to turn over, in fact I don't know she managed to do it!
It was no use though, Kylie wasn't able to even reach the ropes binding me, let alone untie the knots.
The next thing we knew was the boys had returned.
"Ahh, we can't have you untieing yourselves" they said, not realising we'd already tried and failed.
They put us face to face again and got yet more rope. Kylie's hogtie was removed and they tied us together, wrapping rope around the two of us from shoulders to ankles. Now I too was unable even move at all.
Then one of the boys had an idea.
"Why don't we tickle their feet" he said. The other enthusiastically agreed.
I mmppphhed desperately as they removed my trainers and proceeded to give me a good ticking but I was helpless as I was so securely bound to Kylie. Kylie at least was spared the tickling as she had been tied wearing her knee high boots and they couldn't be bothered to untie all our legs to take her boots off.
At long last they got fed up and left us again for what must have been about an hour.
Then they all returned and carried us, still bound together, into the living room. It was obviously getting near to the time Tim's parents would be returning and they were debating what to do. They untied us from each other and lay us down on the sofa separately.
They decided that that the older boy would stay with Tim and say that I'd been feeling unwell so had gone home early and he'd stayed with Tim instead. They were obviously afraid of what the reaction would be from us when we were untied, because they untied our legs, leaving our upper bodies still bound along with my crotch rope and our gags.
We mmmmpped in protest as they opened the front door and told us to leave. We were pushed out and the door was shut in our faces which they refused to open again. We were left to ourselves, still helplessly bound from the waist up and unable to talk or make any noise. What could we do?
I didn't want to go back to my house because my parents were there. I remembered that Kylie's parents had gone away and only her brother was home. She obviously remembered this too because she set off towards her house with me following.
Because it was very early in the morning, something like 1 or 2am, we very luckily didn't see anyone. We made slow progress because Kylie couldn't walk very fast in her dress because she could only take small steps and obviously didn't want to rush and trip because she'd never get up again.
We made it to Kylie's house which was about half a mile away. We couldn't ring the bell or shout but we eventually managed to wake her brother by kickiig at the door.
He looked shocked and surprised when he saw us, before starting to laugh. We mmmppphhed and mmmppphhed and after more laughing he ungagged us and started to untie. I was untied first which took about 5 minutes but he couldn't untie Kylie and had to get some scissors to cut the ropes off and even then it took more than 10 minutes or so. We thought we'd finished when she said that they had tied ropes under her dress as well, harnessing her body and going down her back and up between her legs. We undid the front of her dress and cut those ropes off as well.
And that's the end of what evening. I went home and managed to get some sleep before school in the morning. I never complained to his parents about what had happened because it was too embarrassing to have to admit a kid half my age had rendered me helpless as he did. It never came out at school that we'd been tied up because I think the boys realised they had got carried away and were worried about getting into trouble so obviously hadn't told a soul about what had happened. I did find the next evening an envelope through our door paying me for the baby sitting and hoping i felt better and could sit for them again. I never did.
Michelle
UK
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