Babysitter Bonding (F/m)

[Bondageboi]

The February air was cold, but the warmth of the house was a cozy embrace. Outside, the world was a canvas of grey skies and naked trees, but inside, the crackling fire and the scent of cinnamon filled the air with comfort. It was the perfect setting for a quiet afternoon, a time for introspection and secret adventures.

Julie, the new lady who had taken over the reins during my mother's work hours, was a creature of habit. She had a gentle way about her, her fiery red hair a stark contrast to her calm demeanor. Her afternoon naps had become a staple, a sacred time when the house fell into a peaceful slumber. I had grown accustomed to the rhythm of her day, the clank of pans in the kitchen, the hum of the vacuum cleaner, and the eventual stillness that enveloped the house when she retreated to her room.

On this particular afternoon, the allure of my secret tie-up games grew too strong to resist. My heart raced as I tiptoed to the drawer where I kept my makeshift bondage gear. I tetrueved two rolls of thick tape and a pair of scisors and thrilled at the visions that played out in my mind. I chose a spot in the living room, the plush carpet a soft cushion for my knees. Carefully, I began to wrap the tape around my wrists and knees, the smooth fabric whispering against my skin. With each loop I felt a strange sense of excitement and vulnerability.

As the tape tightened, the room grew hotter, the anticipation thick in the air. I could almost hear the muffled screams of the cartoon damsels I had envied for so long. I reached for the last piece of tape to cover my mouth, then the climax. I had a loop of rope tied with a reef knot, I’d pit my hands through it then twist my hands to tighten it, it held my hands behind my back resonabke firmly and by untwisting i could easily free myself. But the ease of use was also the ket down. I could free myself when ever i wanted and was not really tied up. I had ried many ways to tie my hands, elastic bands, slip knots, toy handcuffs, but each had the easy rekease option and fkaw.

Today i made the most of the limitations and was rolling round on the floor and hopping round yhe living room, looking at myself all tied uo and gagged in the hall mirror wgen I heard the soft creak of a floorboard. My stomach lurched. It was too late to hide, and before I could even start to untie myself the door swung open and there she was, the subject of so many of my secret fantasies: Julie, standing in the doorway in her sheer tan tights, short red skirt and a loose-fitting white blouse, her eyes wide with shock and curiosity.

Julie's laughter filled the room, a delightful sound that echoed off the walls and made me feel both embarrassed and oddly at ease. She took in the sight of me, bound and gagged, with a look that was a mix of amusement and concern. She stepped closer, her nylon covered feet silent on the plush carpet. "What on earth are you doing?" she asked, trying to keep her laughter at bay.

As she approached, I squirmed, my face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and excitement. She knelt beside me, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "Look, you're not in trouble, but why are you all trussed up like a christmas turkey?" Her gentle touch was surprisingly comforting as she examined my makeshift gag and tape bonds. "Is this... a game you like to play?"

Her voice was soft, the kind of softness that made secrets feel safe. "Well, yeah," I murmured, my voice was slight muffled by the tape, but i easily goy the single strip off. "It's like when I watch Scooby-Doo, and Daphne gets captured. I just want to feel like that for a bit. It's... exciting."

Julie's smile remained, but it transformed into something more knowing, something more... understanding. "Ah, I see," she said, stroking my cheek gently. "You're playing hero and damsel, aren't you?" Her eyes searched mine for a moment, then she leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. "Do you want me to make it feel more real?"

“Erm, yes.” I said in a soft whimper, excited and nervourly.

“Well firstly one strip of tape comes off easily. You need to wrap it round your head really. But gsgs wotk best euth something in your mouth to trap your tongue too.” Hiw dud sge know all this. “Let’s look at your bands.” She went behind my back. “Not bad you could get out if you had a little warning of me coming, but i bet you really want to be unable to escape dont you?”

My heart stuttered in my chest, and I could only nod. She took the tape from me and unted the rope loop, then carefully began to wind the tape around my wrists, her movements precise and firm. "You know you can tell me to stop if it's too much, okay?" I nodded again, my eyes wide with anticipation. The tape pulled tight, but she didn't stop there. She wrapped it around my arms just above my elbows, and then began to loop it around my chest, creating a makeshift corset that made me gasp with the sudden pressure. She added more tape just below my knees and around my thighs so my legs were bound at fiur levekls, my arms at two.

"Now for the gag," she said, her voice still gentle. "Let's try something a bit more effective than a single strip of tape." She disappeared into the kitchen and returned with a clean cloth. She carefully folded it into a small ball and held it up to me, and I could se, my eyes wide with excitement. “Open up.”

I obeyed, and she gently stuffed the cloth into my mouth, filling it completely. The fabric was cool and slightly damp from the kitchen, as she had wet it under the tap brfore wringing it out. She took another strip of tape and wrapped it around my head two or three times, pressing it firmly over the cloth. This time, my muffled protests were much quieter, and the feeling of being truly silenced was exhilarating.

Julie stepped back to admire her work, a look of satisfaction playing on her lips. "There, that's better," she murmured, her eyes twinkling with mischief. She took a moment to appreciate the sight of me, struggling against my binds, before she spoke again. "Now, let's see if you're really stuck."

She gave me a playful shove, sending me rolling onto my side on the sift carpet. My movements were limited and clumsy, the tape digging slightly into my skin. I watched her retreat to the kitchen, my eyes never leaving her nylon covered feet, cattching glimpses of her ties and the wrinkles of her soles through the thin material. The sound of the kettle boiling soon filled the house, and I was left alone with my thoughts.

The feeling of helplessness grew as I lay there, listening to the muffled sounds of her preparing a cup of tea. The warmth of the room seemed to amplify the tightness of the tape around my body. I squirmed and wriggled, trying to get more comfortable, but each movement only served to tighten the binds further. The tape was sticky against my skin, and the cloth in my mouth was rough and pinned my tongue to the floor of my mouth.

Julie returned, a steaming cup of tea in her hand. She sat down on the sofa, her legs crossed, and took a sip, watching me with a bemused expression. "Comfortable?" she asked, her voice teasing. I let out a muffled groan, the cloth in my mouth shifting with my protests. She set the cup down on the coffee table, the china clinking gently.

My heart raced as I rolled side to side, desperately trying to loosen the tape. The tension in the room grew palpable, my struggles a silent symphony of desire and panic. The fabric and tape of the gag began to make my jaws ache as i struggled. Her grin grew wider with each of my futile attempts to escape, enjoying the show she had unwittingly become a part of.

Giving up the fight, I lay on my side, my eyes locked onto her feet. The sheer tights she wore did nothing to hide the elegance of her toes, the way they curled and flexed with every movement. I watched as she crossed one leg over the other, the tension in the material highlighting the arch of her foot. The sight was mesmerizing, and I felt a strange sense of peace settle over me. The thrill of the situation mixed with the comforting rhythm of her breathing, creating a potent cocktail of emotions.

Julie noticed my gaze and took a sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving mine. A knowing smile played on her lips as she placed the cup back on the table. "You like my feet, don't you?" she said, her voice a soft purr. I nodded as much as the tape would allow, my cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and arousal.

With a graceful gesture, she uncrossed her legs and slid off the sofa, moving closer to me. She sat down cross-legged, her feet now only inches away,from my face. The tights she wore were sheer, the dark red of her painted toes peeking out like little jewels. "Let me help you get a better look," she murmured, wiggling her toes.

As she leaned in, the scent of her sweaty feet mingled with the faint aroma of her perfume. It was a heady combination that made me dizzy. The warmth of her sole radiated against my cheek, as I felt the roughness of the carpet under me. It was a strange, thrilling sensation that sent shivers down my spine.

Julie's eyes searched mine, looking for any signs of distress. But all she saw was a desperate longing. "Do they smell?” She asked, pointing one toe so it brushed against my nose.

I nodded vigorously, unable to speak.

Julie leaned in closer, pressing her foot to my face. Her toes tickled my cheeks as she wiggled them. The scent of her feet grew stronger, a potent blend of sweat and the faint hint of her floral perfume. It was a smell that was at once repulsive and intoxicating. I felt a strange pressure building in my chest, a mix of fear and excitement.

"You know," she said, her voice a low murmur, "my feet are very ticklish." I could see the mischief in her eyes as she began to trace the edge of my gag with the tip of her toe. "But it seems like you're the one who's all tied up and unable to do anything about it." Her foot hovered over my face, and I could feel the anticipation building. “Im really glad you cant run your fingers all over my soles. Butbyou can have a look at them. Really close.”

With a sudden, swift movement, she placed her foot on my mouth, smothering my nose and mouth with the warmth of her sole. I squealed into the gag, the cloth muffling the sound. The feeling was overwhelming, and I thrashed my head from side to side, trying to escape the smell. But she held firm, her toes curling slightly as she began to wiggle them against my cheeks.

Julie's giggle grew louder, and she leaned back to watch my reaction. "You know, if you're going to play games like this, you have to expect a little teasing," she said, her voice light and playful. She removed her foot and placed it back down on the floor. "Now, tell me, are your feet ticklish?"

The sudden question caught me off guard. I nodded, my eyes wide with anticipation and a hint of fear. I was very ticklish but despite this I loved being able to run round the house and garden in bare feet, something i could not do at school. I had never considered that my own feet could be a source of entertainment for someone else however. She took another sip of her tea, her eyes never leaving mine. "Well, in that case," she began, "it's only fair that I get to test yours out, isn't it?"

Julie lay down next to me and leaned over me, her hands reaching for my ankles whilst my eyes had a perfect view of her red pained toe nails wiggling in her tan tights. The tape around my kimbs was already digging into my skin, but I didn't care. All I could focus on was the way her fingers felt as they gently began to trace the arch of my foot. A shiver ran up my spine, and I bit down on the cloth in my mouth to keep from laughing. She chuckled, a sound that sent a jolt of excitement through me. "Very ticklish indeed," she said, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

Her touch grew bolder, her fingers dancing over my bare feet. The sensation was intense, sending waves of pleasure and discomfort through my body. I writhed and squirmed, trying to escape, but her grip was firm. "Oooohhh. You are ticklish," she cooed, her voice low and soothing. "Just relax and let it happen. You can’t stop me."

Her words sent a thrill through me, and I felt my face redden even more. I could feel the tape digging into my skin, but it was a small price to pay for the exhilaration of being at her mercy. Julie's nails grazed my soles, and I jerked my leg, trying to pull away. She chuckled and held on tighter, her touch growing more insistent.

With each tickle, I could feel myself getting more and more turned on, my body responding in ways I didn't fully understand. The tape around my wrists, elbows, chest, legs and ankles felt like a brand, searing a new reality into my consciousness. I was no longer the master of my domain, the orchestrator of my own games. I was a plaything, just like a damsel in distress, and I loved it. Even if Daphne had never had her feet tickled when tied up, least of all Fred of Shaggy.

Julie's fingers danced over the arches of my feet, her nails occasionally scraping against the tender skin. It was a delicate balance between pleasure and pain, and I found myself craving more. She had a gentle touch, but there was an underlying strength in her hands that was unmistakable. She knew exactly how much she could push me without causing real discomfort, and she reveled in my helpless giggles.

"Well anyway," she said, her voice a purr, "you disturbed my nap with all your banging and crashing earlier. So Im going to have a nap right here instead.”

Julie stretched out on the sofa, her feet dangling off the edge. The tape around my mouth was sticky and uncomfortable but I nodded. She took another sip of tea and sighed contentedly. Her eyes grew heavy and within minutes she was fast asleep, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

I lay there on the floor, my heart racing in my chest. The adrenaline from my struggle and her tickling had made me sweat, and the tape was sticking to my skin. I tried to wiggle my fingers, feeling the blood pulsing against the tightness of the tape. It was a strange sensation, both terrifying and thrilling. The room was quiet except for the occasional crackle from the fireplace and the steady rhythm of her breathing.

Julie's nylon-covered toes were dangling just out of my reach. The sight of them made my stomach flutter with excitement. The way the fabric clung to her skin, the delicate arch of her foot, and the slight scent of her sweat filled the air. It was an intoxicating mix that made my mind swirl with thoughts I hadn't dared to entertain before.

I lay there, bound and helpless, watching her sleep, feeling a strange mix of exhilaration and anxiety. I had never been so exposed to someone else, never allowed someone to see this side of me. Yet here she was, not only witnessing my deepest desires but participating in them, and seemingly enjoying it as much as me.

Her toes twitched slightly in her sleep, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was dreaming about my feet weiggling under her touch. Despite the tape around my mouth, I was smiling underneath, feeling a strange sense of camaraderie with her. Despite the torture I craved her fingers on my feet again. As she stirred, I rolled over and placed my feet up on the sofa just infront of her face.

Julie's eyes fluttered open, and she took a moment to process the scene before her. A grin spread across her face when she saw my bound form and the way I had positioned myself. She sat up slowly, stretching her arms over her head, the fabric of her blouse riding up to reveal a sliver of her toned stomach. "Someone's eager," she murmured, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

With a graceful movement, she swung her legs over the side of the sofa. She studied my bare feet for a moment, her expression a mix of amusement and intrigue. Then, she reached out with one hand, her index finger tracing a lazy line from the top of my foot down to my toes. The sensation was electric, and I couldn't help but jerk in response. She chuckled at my reaction, her eyes never leaving mine.

"You're such a tickle toy," she said, her voice a mix of affection and playfulness. "But I suppose I'd better untie you before mummy gets home, hmm?"

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of my mother. The thought of her walking in on this scene was too much to bear. I nodded frantically, the tape around my mouth sticking to itself as I pleaded silently. Julie's eyes sparkled with mischief as she stood up, her legs stretching out before her. She took her time, her eyes lingering on my bound form as she sipped her tea.

Finally, she set the cup down and approached me, her nylon-covered feet whispering against the carpet. She knelt beside me and began to peel the tape away from my wrists, her movements slow and deliberate. I could feel the blood rushing back into my skin, the sudden sensation of freedom making me gasp. She chuckled, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Ther’ll be more of the same tomorrow. If you want.” She winked.

[60Cancer]

I can see the potential here.

[Mommy's Naughty Boy]

Oh my, I love Julie! Please say there is more to come!
Great job writing and thank you for sharing....

[milagros317]

Wonderful story! I wish I had had a babysitter just like Julie.

"You know," she said, her voice a low murmur, "my feet are very ticklish." I could see the mischief in her eyes as she began to trace the edge of my gag with the tip of her toe. "But it seems like you're the one who's all tied up and unable to do anything about it." Her foot hovered over my face, and I could feel the anticipation building. “Im really glad you cant run your fingers all over my soles. Butbyou can have a look at them. Really close.”

I especially love the way Julie does this foot-tease-and-denial, telling the child that her feet are ticklish, showing her feet up close with no touching possible, and threatening the tickle assault to come.

[Redman]

That was a great story! Thank you for sharing it with us.

[Boocola]

Excellent

[lilshinefan]

Great story! Loved it!

[Canuck100]

Loving this! Glad to see that she left the door wide open for more tie up fun in the future!

[tiedinbluetights]

Ah such a lovely story. If only I had had such a babysitter...

[Syko Sith]

Excellent tale. Seems she's a gentle domme (My favorite)