Just another typical babysitter story (m/F) [COMPLETE]
Posted: Sun Oct 12, 2025 5:41 pm
[update: I just posted part 2. Once it gets approved itll show up. Let me know what other stories you want to hear]
Hey all, this is my first post on this forum in a looooong time. So long in fact, I can't seem to find my account anymore. Maybe it didn't survive a migration or maybe I got banned somehow.. mysterious
Either way I have been blessed with a lot of real TUG moments. Mostly (m/f) but I do have some (m/m) if there's a serious interest. I'm not sure how active this forum still is so this one is just testing the waters. Id appreciate feedback or general comments/discussion!
It's my first time writing in a while so my thoughts won't be so organized this time.
Lastly, this is only part 1. I wanted to write a little while the memories were flowing but I'll be back tomorrow to finish it up and give the payoff. Thanks for reading!
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Part (1/2)
I think the first memorable TUG I played was with a babysitter. I had moved far away in middle school to a small town in the US. Making friends was tough during the first year so I used to spend literal hours after school or during summer in the break room of my parents' clinic (which doubled as our house) vegging out on TV.
Apparently, it wasn't good for my health so my parents hired a girl who lived in the area to babysit. Classic stuff. I remember staring at the clock counting down the minutes until this mystery babysitter would come and I could finally go out and play with someone.
Me, being the type who was constantly fantasizing about finding an excuse to tie someone up, was estatic when my parents introduced me to this 20 something year old 5'3" college girl with shoulder length brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She wore the typical fashion for that time period, ripped jeans, light pink tank top, and a grey unzipped hoodie. All in all, she was your typical girl next door type.
Anyways, my fourth grader mind was already divising a way to get her to play a "game" with me. Before she got there I even slipped down into the spacious basement below the clinic (we used it for personal storage) and gathered any materials I could. I remember ripping open a decorative burlap sack and dumping the cotton inside into a storage bin (which I got caught for later on), some handkerchief that used to come on the dog after he'd come back from the groomers (which I poached almost immediately after we brought our dog home. Sorry, Chester), and some yellow rope we used to block off parking. The burlap sack was clearly never meant to be used as an actual sack, the handkerchief was a little small to fit around a head, and the rope was that weird plasticky coated kind that was sometimes hard to bend, but at least I had the essentials, I thought to myself.
Anyways, back to the first encounter. My worries of her being mean were almost immediately dashed when she flashed me a really sincere smile and introduced herself as Mandy. My dad, seemingly satisfied with this, hurried off back to work leaving the two of us alone in the break room. The tv droned as nickelodeon played in the background and the two of us got to talking.
I was sitting on the floor (despite there being a couch right behind me) and she immediately kneeled beside me and eagerly asked what I wanted to do today (even at my age I recognized a pro with children when I saw one). The rain had just cleared up so while I was stammering trying to find an activity I could turn into an excursion to the basement, she suggested we go out for a walk. Sounds good to me.
The walk was pretty uneventful, being as it was just behind the clinic on a dirt path in the trail. Up until she stopped me and bent down, picking up an unremarkable vaguely triangular rock from the dirt.
"Know what this is?" She asked with mock excitement which I bought into.
"What?"
"Indian arrowhead" she said proudly, thrusting it out in front of her so I could see it. I took it and ran it between my fingers. I wasn't /totally/ convinced, but I still was pretty happy to get a cool souvenir from my own backyard. I turned to her and asked how she knew it was indians.
That's when the opening came.
"I was captured by indians once while out in the woods. I think it might've even been this exact forest" She proclaimed proudly, definitely enjoying my enthusiasm for being outdoors. But outdoors wasn't nearly as exciting as imagining her captured.
I asked a lot of questions. Maybe too many in retrospect. How did you get there? What kind of indians were they? Indians still exist? /How did you get captured?/ Of course, this felt like the most important question.
She wove this fairytale like story where the chief mistook her for the mayors daughter and snatched her away, leaving her tied to a tree. Whatever came after was a blur, I just remember my mind racing. I imagined leading her to the basement and all that preparation actually paying off. I could hardly believe this could happen let alone on our first meeting.
We finished our walk and were just about to enter the clinic from the backdoor when I mustered up the courage to seize the opportunity.
"Can we play indians when we get inside? We got a huuuge space downstairs." I asked trying to sound overly casual as my one hand rested on the doorknob.
"Sure!" She beamed back immediately. "Are we both in the same tribe?"
I didn't reply immediately, instead leading her into the back office and downstairs, trying to minimize contact with the other staff or my parents. They had a tendancy to check on me if they knew I was in the basement. Once downstairs I flicked on the lights, revealing a large concrete room with boxes stacked to the ceiling all along the walls and my toybox with the items I prepared tucked behind it.
"Actually, I have an idea" I cut the silence. "You can be the actual mayor's daughter. And I'll be the Indian who pretends to capture you." I closed my eyes, waiting for her to say no. Who would want to be tied up in a cold basement by a kid?
"Okay I'm in! I like playing the girly roles" she admitted. Later on I found she only had brothers, which might have contributed to her slightly tomboyish atmosphere.
So from there our game was going to begin
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I'll post part 2 later. Sorry to leave it on a cliffhanger
Hey all, this is my first post on this forum in a looooong time. So long in fact, I can't seem to find my account anymore. Maybe it didn't survive a migration or maybe I got banned somehow.. mysterious
Either way I have been blessed with a lot of real TUG moments. Mostly (m/f) but I do have some (m/m) if there's a serious interest. I'm not sure how active this forum still is so this one is just testing the waters. Id appreciate feedback or general comments/discussion!
It's my first time writing in a while so my thoughts won't be so organized this time.
Lastly, this is only part 1. I wanted to write a little while the memories were flowing but I'll be back tomorrow to finish it up and give the payoff. Thanks for reading!
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Part (1/2)
I think the first memorable TUG I played was with a babysitter. I had moved far away in middle school to a small town in the US. Making friends was tough during the first year so I used to spend literal hours after school or during summer in the break room of my parents' clinic (which doubled as our house) vegging out on TV.
Apparently, it wasn't good for my health so my parents hired a girl who lived in the area to babysit. Classic stuff. I remember staring at the clock counting down the minutes until this mystery babysitter would come and I could finally go out and play with someone.
Me, being the type who was constantly fantasizing about finding an excuse to tie someone up, was estatic when my parents introduced me to this 20 something year old 5'3" college girl with shoulder length brown hair tied back in a ponytail. She wore the typical fashion for that time period, ripped jeans, light pink tank top, and a grey unzipped hoodie. All in all, she was your typical girl next door type.
Anyways, my fourth grader mind was already divising a way to get her to play a "game" with me. Before she got there I even slipped down into the spacious basement below the clinic (we used it for personal storage) and gathered any materials I could. I remember ripping open a decorative burlap sack and dumping the cotton inside into a storage bin (which I got caught for later on), some handkerchief that used to come on the dog after he'd come back from the groomers (which I poached almost immediately after we brought our dog home. Sorry, Chester), and some yellow rope we used to block off parking. The burlap sack was clearly never meant to be used as an actual sack, the handkerchief was a little small to fit around a head, and the rope was that weird plasticky coated kind that was sometimes hard to bend, but at least I had the essentials, I thought to myself.
Anyways, back to the first encounter. My worries of her being mean were almost immediately dashed when she flashed me a really sincere smile and introduced herself as Mandy. My dad, seemingly satisfied with this, hurried off back to work leaving the two of us alone in the break room. The tv droned as nickelodeon played in the background and the two of us got to talking.
I was sitting on the floor (despite there being a couch right behind me) and she immediately kneeled beside me and eagerly asked what I wanted to do today (even at my age I recognized a pro with children when I saw one). The rain had just cleared up so while I was stammering trying to find an activity I could turn into an excursion to the basement, she suggested we go out for a walk. Sounds good to me.
The walk was pretty uneventful, being as it was just behind the clinic on a dirt path in the trail. Up until she stopped me and bent down, picking up an unremarkable vaguely triangular rock from the dirt.
"Know what this is?" She asked with mock excitement which I bought into.
"What?"
"Indian arrowhead" she said proudly, thrusting it out in front of her so I could see it. I took it and ran it between my fingers. I wasn't /totally/ convinced, but I still was pretty happy to get a cool souvenir from my own backyard. I turned to her and asked how she knew it was indians.
That's when the opening came.
"I was captured by indians once while out in the woods. I think it might've even been this exact forest" She proclaimed proudly, definitely enjoying my enthusiasm for being outdoors. But outdoors wasn't nearly as exciting as imagining her captured.
I asked a lot of questions. Maybe too many in retrospect. How did you get there? What kind of indians were they? Indians still exist? /How did you get captured?/ Of course, this felt like the most important question.
She wove this fairytale like story where the chief mistook her for the mayors daughter and snatched her away, leaving her tied to a tree. Whatever came after was a blur, I just remember my mind racing. I imagined leading her to the basement and all that preparation actually paying off. I could hardly believe this could happen let alone on our first meeting.
We finished our walk and were just about to enter the clinic from the backdoor when I mustered up the courage to seize the opportunity.
"Can we play indians when we get inside? We got a huuuge space downstairs." I asked trying to sound overly casual as my one hand rested on the doorknob.
"Sure!" She beamed back immediately. "Are we both in the same tribe?"
I didn't reply immediately, instead leading her into the back office and downstairs, trying to minimize contact with the other staff or my parents. They had a tendancy to check on me if they knew I was in the basement. Once downstairs I flicked on the lights, revealing a large concrete room with boxes stacked to the ceiling all along the walls and my toybox with the items I prepared tucked behind it.
"Actually, I have an idea" I cut the silence. "You can be the actual mayor's daughter. And I'll be the Indian who pretends to capture you." I closed my eyes, waiting for her to say no. Who would want to be tied up in a cold basement by a kid?
"Okay I'm in! I like playing the girly roles" she admitted. Later on I found she only had brothers, which might have contributed to her slightly tomboyish atmosphere.
So from there our game was going to begin
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I'll post part 2 later. Sorry to leave it on a cliffhanger
many seem to plant these ideas 