07 - Babysitter Tie Up Games
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By Anomalee
Wednesday, May 12th 2004 - 02:26:39 PM
Babysitter tie up games
This is the next story of a series of tie up games that happened 8 years ago, i was 10 at the time and my babysitter Michelle, age 14, who i had a gigantic crush on, introduced me to tie up games.
It had been 3 weeks to a month or such since the last time Michelle babysat, thus tied me up. She had tied me up quite elaborately in my basement and tickled me out of my mind. I was beginning to realise that she had planned on tying me up that way, and the thought of her thinking of her tying me up, even planning it, drove me wild. I couldn't stop thinking about it.
The time in between was maddening, i tied my self up or at least fantasized being tied up by Michelle everyday. To quench my addiction, i tickle tortured my best friend john's little sister Amanda every chance i got, which she seemed to like for she'd coax me into it. I even went as far as to tie her up with her skipping rope, and john and I tickled her into a mindless screaming mess. But it didn't completely help, i wanted Michelle and tie up games with her, plus i couldn't find a way to get someone else to tie me up with the risk of being thought a total weirdo.
I was getting very agitated that my mom wouldn't go away for even one evening the whole 3-4 weeks. I loved her and all, but i needed my Michelle fix damn it, and i so missed her, my crush was so big. Just the sight of her smile, just the sight of her anything would brighten my mood.
I would get my fix though, my mom was, FINALLY!, leaving, and not just for the evening, but the night. She was visiting family way out of town. My heart nearly broke and my head nearly exploded when she said Michelle couldn't babysit, so my aunt would, but luckily Michelle's schedule opened up.
It was Friday, and knowing Michelle wouldn't be by till dinner, i hung out with john and some other friends. When dinner time came, i rushed home, nearly dying 3 times riding my bike like a maniac.
I opened the door. It was unlocked, that meant she was there! My heart was racing.
There she was in the living room, dusting the tv. My mom made her clean while babysitting, which bugged me cause it took away from my Michelle time.
"Hey kid", she said with that killer crooked smile.
Her hair was dyed hot pink and pulled back in tails with sparkly scrunchies. She had her crazy jewellery on lots of bracelets and necklaces with trinkets hanging from them. Her shirt was bright purple and tied behind the neck, leaving her upper back, arms, shoulders and armpits bare. It fortunately stopped just above her cute bellybutton. The shirt had some silly writing like keesh me or such on it. I was surprised she wasn't wearing her usual baggy raver pants, to my enjoyment she had on a black skirt and a pink belt. The skirt wasn't very long, showing off her skinny and sexy legs. Unfortunately she had purple socks on which matched her shirt.
I was wearing a tanktop, blue jeans, and socks if anyone cares.
"Come here," she said with a big grin.
I felt kind of goofy, realising i was standing in the doorway checking her out with her looking right at me.
Kicking off my shoes i ran over to her and she gave me a big hug.
"I missed ya kiddo" her arms wrapped tightly around me. I wondered if she could feel my heart racing.
"Missed you too", i said, but feeling awkward i started tickling her flanks.
"AHH!" she squeeked, squirming free. "You little bugger!", she said, and her hands assumed the tickle fight position. The sight of those long nails gave me a shiver. I prepared for the tickle fight and she surprised my by tripping me on the ground. She quickly straddled me. Fighting desperately, i began tickling her ribs and stomach, which nearly knocked her right off laughing hysterically, but she managed to grab my wrists. I fought to get free, but despite her being 5 feet tall and under 90lbs she soon pulled my arms under her legs. I was only 10 after all.
Now helpless i was soon screeching in laughter as she pulled up my shirt and her evil nails danced super light and super fast all over my stomach. I was bucking like mad. After nearly a minute of this, it tickled so intensely, my bucking knocked her off and to the side. She stopped.
"All right kid, I brought chinese food, lets eat it before it gets cold", she said hopping up and skipping into the kitchen, and the tickle fight was over.
We ate together, told stories and jokes. She had me laughing alot. I so admired her, hung on every word that came out of her mouth.
I ate quicker than even normal, and started doing dishes even before her, which got me another hug to my grand pleasure. I had to get this mundane stuff out of the way! One of us had to be tied up as soon as possible.
Despite all the rushing, i was doomed to play my Playstation while Michelle finished cleaning. That hour of waiting seemed longer than the last month of waiting.
Then she was done. She came over and messed my hair. I paused my game, noted that she was now barefoot, her toenails like her fingernails were pink to match her hair. Noticing me glancing at her little super smooth feet, she stated, "stepped in water, it was gross, so what do ya want to do Lee?"
"I dunno," i answered, wishing i had the guts at the moment to tell her exactly what i wanted to do.
"You want to put in a 2 player game?" she suggested, nodding towards the Playstation.
"Lets play blackjack!" i said, thinking quickly.
"Blackjack eh? do you forget that you suck at that?" she teased. I saw that gleam in her eye, a slight mischievous hint to her smile, she knew damn it! She knew i why i wanted to play.
"I'm gonna crush you this time!" i stated boldly.
"You'll try!", she laughed and pushed me over on my side.
"Hey!" i protested, but she was already in the kitchen.
I quickly shut off my game and headed into the kitchen to get a glance of Michelle on her tip-toes reaching up for the cards. She was sooooo beautiful!!
"Michelle?", i said, as she sat down shuffling the cards.
"Let me guess, you want to make a bet," she said.
!!!!!! is all i thought, she really was making this sooooo easy.
"Winner ties up the looser?" i said, my voice shaky.
"Sure kid, me-the-winner'll tie up you-the-looser," she said with a smile.
"2 out of 3?" i said, and she agreed with a nod.
My heart was racing. There was something Michelle didn't know as she dealt me my cards. I had marked them. It didn't guarantee i'd win, but it gave me a better chance at winning or loosing. It was my choice!
With luck of the draw she won the first game. I knew even before she showed me, thanx to the little marks on the back of her cards.
"You're going down mr. Lee!" she bragged.
"2 out of 3!", i retorted.
And I made sure to beat her the second time.
And this was it, the last hand, cards were dealt, i was nearly getting dizzy at the excitement. "Be right back," i said, and went to the bathroom, Once i was calm, i sat down and picked up my cards. I had a 4 and a 5, Michelle had a 10 and a king.
"Hit me", i said, and got a 3, and she surprised me and picked up a card!!
"Damn it, i'm over," she said. SHE LOST ON PURPOSE! I no longer cared that i was to choose who got tied up, she actually blew the game, she wanted me to tie her up!!! I was so excited.
"Looks like you won kid," she said, faking disappointment. She had no idea i knew she blew it on purpose.
"Ha ha! the victor! All shall fear mighty Lee!" i cheered, but it was just to cover up that i knew.
"How we gonna do this?", Michelle asked, the nervous anticipation in her voice nearly gave me a heartattack.
"Go to my room," i commanded and i headed over to her back and rummaged through to find both pairs of handcuffs. She giggled and headed off.
I swung by my moms room to get the cloth bathrobe ropes and came to my room to find Michelle laying on my bed on her stomach her bare feet rocking in the air behind her.
"Remember the rules!" she said sternly. "Let me go the second i tell you! or else!". I gulped, the only time i had tied her up, i went to far on the tickle torture, and her revenge was hell.
"Get on your back," i ordered and she complied. Kneeling on the bed next to her, i grabbed her nearest wrist and put her original pair of fuzzy cuffs.
click click click click, i set the safety, and left it dangling from her wrist. She went to pull on the cuff to test it, but i grabbed her other wrist and put her other cuffs on it. The many knoched cuffs made a zip noise, i set the safety, and left it hanging. I then move down by her legs and started tying the cotton belts around each ankle, making sure they weren't cutting off circulation, but making damn sure there'd be no escape. As i did this Michelle was giggling, playing with the cuffs, trying to pull her hands out hopelessly.
I knelt again beside her and grabbed the nearest handcuff and pulled her wrist to the the far corner of my headboard. Sshe complied, but as i clicked it around the bar securing her arm, she said, "Remember the rules". The nervousness in her voice nearly made my head explode with excitement.
"Of course," i said, crawling over her and quickly zipped the cuffs on the opposite far heaboard bar. She was giggling nervously pulling on the cuffs, realising her helplessness.
I pulled her legs, pulling her super taut along the bed, making her huff a bit. I pulled the one cotton rope to the far corner of the bed and secured it, then the other.
Michelle was now tied totally helpless before me, spreadeagle on my bed. Her shirt had lifted up far up her stomach when i pulled her taught, but her skirt lifted up too, and with her legs stretched apart i could see her pink panties. I got a dizzy spell realising how helpless she was, how much at my mercy. She couldn't even cover herself. Kindly i pulled her skirt down to cover her up.
"Thanx lee," she said, voice very shaky. She wasn't looking at me but up at each of her outstretched arms, testing the bonds hopelessly.
I had tied her up good. She could only move her head. Her arms and legs and torso were pulled completely taut. It looked kind of uncomfortable, but Michelle didn't protest. I admired her cute navel and stomach muscles as she tried in vain to move her body. I looked down those bare stretched out legs and to her bare feet which she could barely wiggle. I looked the length of her skinny taut bare arms, secured motionless and to her immobile totally exposed armpits.
Seeing me look her up and down Michelle started giggling, nearly gafawing when i looked at her armpits. This was one of the best days of my life. Michelle tied helpless to my bed, at my total evil 10 year old mercy, and she had blown the game, she WANTED TO BE THERE!!
It was time to have her now totally surrender to me. "Tickle tickle tickle....", i said with a melody slowly climbing off the bed and stalking comically towards her feet.
"NO!!! wait!!" Michelle yelled desperately, trying to struggle but not moving an inch.
"Tickle tickle tickle..." i continued, standing at the end of the bed my fingers tickled air inches from her feet.
"Tickle tickle tickle..-" and i started laughing at Michelle. she was already laughing and i hadn't even touched her yet.
Her head looked up and down, side to side desperately. She was totally realising her full helplessness, that i could do anything i wanted, as long as i wanted and she couldn't do anything about it.
"Lee!" she blurted between giggles, "ok, it was fun, but..."
NO WAY i thought, no way was she going to ask to get out already, i didn't give her a chance to finish.
"Tickletickleticklle!" i said quickly and my arms reached out, one hand attacked each foot, my fingers moving super quick and light, up and down her bare soles. Her sentence exploded into screaming laughter. "Tickletickletickletickle!" i continued. Her muscles were taught as she attempted to buck against her bonds. Her head shook back and forth, her eyes clenched tight, then wide in desperation, her mouth couldn't close, her hyper ticklish feet getting viciously tortured poured laughter out helplessly.
"Tickletickletickle," i laughed. Michelle was starting to sweat. I probably should have stopped, or even let her catch her breath but i didn't. My fingers danced viciously up and down her feet, from heel to toes, sometimes concentrating on certain areas. "Tickle tickle Michelle!", her hair was falling out of her tails and started to mat from sweat. I continued my relentless tickle assault, and didn't stop. She wanted to be tied up by me, and i was an evil little 10 year old with little conscience, in a time of instant gratification. She was about to ask to get free, but she was at my mercy. The sight of her stretched across my bed, i never wanted to let her go. The sight of her laughing hysterically was heaven in my eyes, so i tickled and tickled, her laugh started sounding inhuman, tears streamed down her cheeks, a look of authentic fear and desperation was in her eyes. She was probably terrified i wouldn't stop, it must have seemed like an eternity.
Then i stopped, and started climbing on the bed up her body. She was covered in sweat, she was totally out of breath, breathing deep, her eyes closed in relief. I straddled her waist, looking at her stomach stretched before me, that adorable inbetweeny-navel, taught stomach muscles, skin tight against her exposed ribs at i pulled her shirt up just bellow her small breast, which shape i admired through her shirt. I looked up to her bare armpits and arms, all immobile before me, not going anywhere till i chose. I was in heaven.
Realising i was straddling her my eyes hovering over her body, her eyes opened and she forced out speech.
"Ok....No more...Mercy....", she struggled to get out between breaths. I cleared her sweaty wet hair from her face and wiped her tears.
"Ok...Lee...Untie-"
NO CHANCE! I interupted her quickly and viciously, my fingers danced quickly my hands moving in circles tickling her bellybutton and around, switching from one hand to the other over and over. God she was so ticklish! Despite her exhaustion, she quickly exploded with laughter, so insanely ticklish and even more insane letting herself be tied up by a 10 year old tickle monster. "Tickle tickle michelle! tickletickletickletickle!" i sang, my hands moving up and down her stomach, side by side, from sternum to bellow the belly button, then dividing to dance up and down her sides and ribs, taking a spit second i pulled her skirt low to expose her upper hips.
"MERCY!!" she burst out desperately in that spit second, i heard true desperation in her voice, even helpless fear.
But i was lost in the moment. "Tickle tickle tickle!", i sang, tickling her hips and lower stomach lightly then grabbing her hips in a firmer tickle, then lightly.
"AHH!!AHH!AHH!AHH!!" is what her laugh sounded like.
I was starting to get off on the power trip, i was loving that i could make her turn to a complete wreck and she couldn't stop me. I know i probably had already crossed the line, so i might as well get the most out of it while she was still at my total mercy. Mercy she wouldn't get.
I stopped to let her catch her breath. I was truly lost in my power trip, cause i think she was actually crying. I couldn't deal with it, i felt guilty later, but i was to powerhungry at the time. It was obvious this was literal tickle torture at this point, but when she went to speak i didn't let her. My fingers super fast and super light drew circles in her immobile armpits.
"NO-AH!AH!AH!" she started screaming, head rocking back and forth, eyes wide in desperation. "Tickletickletickle!", my fingers danced up and down her arms, then back to her armpits.
Her laugh started sounding strange, it was mad and hysterical. I think she was trying to scream help, to hopefully get someone to stop this evil 10 year old from torturing her, but help wouldn't come.
"Tickle tickle tickle!". My hands went chaotic, tickling an armpit with one, around her navel with the other, then switching, to hips with one ribs with other, reaching back with both to tickle her legs and knees. Her laugh was just screaming at this point, her eyes full of desperation, looking at me for mercy, looking at me with fear. "Tickletickletickletickle", i concentrated on her stomach for a bit, fingers ever moving, ever tickling. She was banging her head against the pillow, but it couldn't distract her brain from the tickling sensation.
"Tickletickletickle", my hands dance all over her torso. The look in her eyes started to look insane, the look scared me so i decided to stop. She was still giggling, and trying to plead for help, and slowly started calming with the lack of tickle torture.
Michelle was struggling to catch her breath. She looked totally exhausted. I sat still, straddling her, admired her exposed midriff and armpits.
"Mercy!" she said weakly, upset clear in her voice. "Please, mercy" she forced out. There was fear and desperation there. She wasn't even asking to be untied, she was to afraid i'd keep tickling.
Which i was debating. This was just going to be a breather after all.
"I'm gonna tickle you.." i sang, my hands tickling circles above her stomach.
Michelle looked horrified, "HELP!!" she screamed, out towards my bedroom door.
I dug my fingers in, viciously tickling her stomach and ribs, her screaming laughter was full of helpless desperation, but i started to snap out of my sadistic moment and the tickling slowed to a stop.
I curled up next to her to let her know it was over.
"Ok, i'm stopping, i'm stopping". I cleared the tears from her eyes, at that catching her breath she seemed to start relaxing. It took her over 5 minutes before she could speak.
"Please lee, oh god, mercy, please don't tickle me anymore," she pleaded helplessly.
"I won't" i promised, and fought the sudden urge to attack her feet and drive her back to near insanity.
"Are you mad?" i asked her.
It took a bit for her to answer, which started making me feel bad.
"No, lee, i'm not, but untie me now, or i will be," she said weakly.
"Ok" i said, and headed off to get the handcuff keys which i left in her bag.
I got back to the room, there she still was, stretched out helpless, sexy bare legs, feet, stomach, armpits and arms, only her chest moved breathing heavy in exhaustion. I was fighting very hard not to do it all over again, to tickle her senseless, for even longer, with less mercy. Crawling on the bed with the keys, seeing her look at them desperately, realising she couldn't get free, i nearly gave in to my evil tickle torture urges.
But i feared Michelle not liking me any more way to much and untied her. She curled on my bed in a fetal position and i cuddled up to her putting my arms around her.
"Swear you're not mad" i asked.
It took her a bit to answer, it was killing me!
She let out a soft giggle and said, "No," which sent waves of relief through me. But her next comment made me afraid.
"But lee, revenge is a bitch."
anomalee
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Anomalee's stories
- 01 - First Time Tied by Michelle (f/m)
- 02 - Second time she tied me up (f/m)
- 03 - Third time's the charm (f/m)
- 04 - Fourth time : finally, her turn! (ff/m, m/f)
- 05 - Fifth time : Michelle doesn't get mad, she gets even! (f/m)
- 06 - Story six : "Hanging" out with Michelle (f/m)
- 07 - Babysitter Tie Up Games (m/f)
- 08 - My Babysitter Michelle's Revenge (f/m)
- 09 - Michelle's House (m/f, mf/f)
- 10 - Michelle's House Day 2 (f/fm, m/f, ff/m)
- 11 - Michelle and her Sister Come Over (ff/m)
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