A friend with one story : 01 - The babysitter (f/m, M/m)
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01 - The babysitter
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By A friend with one story
Friday, August 23rd 2002 - 06:35:52 PM
The babysitter
When I was about eight years old my parents moved to another city into a nice neighborhood. Two girls lived across the street, Juanita who was sixteen or so and her little sister, Emilia, who was about my age. Since my parents were obligated to attend many social events, they needed a baby sitter frequently. Where we had lived, my grandmother sat with me when my folks were out, but we moved too far for her to do that any more. So my mother talked to Juanita's mother, and they tried her as a sitter and found that she was reliable and, as my mother said, "level headed."
Juanita, or Nita as we all called her, was lots of fun and I really liked her. But sometimes I could be annoying, and one night about the fourth or fifth time she sat with me I was really pestering her. She said that I should stop and she said that if she had some rope she would tie me up. I laughed and said she wouldn't either and she said that she sure would. So I went into the garage and found some rope that my father had in a cupboard there. It took it back into the house and gave it to Nita and said, "So there - tie me up if you dare."
Nita tied my hands behind my back and then she tied my ankles and left me lying on the floor in the living room in front of the television set. I didn't really try to escape but just watched television. After a while, she untied me and that was it.
The next time Nita came, after my parents left, I brought out the rope and told Nita that she had better tie me up again, so she did. This time she did a little better job.
My mother had a habit of calling sometime during the evening to see if everything was alright, and she usually called again when they left to return home, so Nita knew when they were coming. When the second phone call came Nita untied me. We kept up that routine for months. My parents would go, Nita would tie me up for the night. After a while she added a gag and made the tie-up stricter - adding a hog-tie. I was happy to lay there watching television. I always suspected I could free myself if I wanted, but I never really tried.
Often Nita's sister, Emilia, came over to have Nita help her with her homework. Neither seemed bothered by seeing me lying tied up on the floor, and I think Emilia liked watching me. All of this continued for about four years with me being bound and gagged anywhere from one to five or more hours at a time at least once a week and maybe even two and three times a week. It was great.
When I was about thirteen, Nita was sitting doing homework, I was bound and gagged on the floor, and suddenly in walked my parents. The event they were attending had been cancelled or something, and so they returned home without any warning. My mother was horrified seeing me trussed up that way, and my father told Nita, who cried and begged them to forgive her, that she should go home. My mother quickly untied me and as soon as the gag was removed, I protested that I loved it when Nita tied me up, and that I had asked her to do it and that we had been doing it for a long time. My mother was horrified and angry. My father listened but didn't say much. I was really upset that I had gotten Nita into trouble.
The next day my father and then my mother and father talked to me a lot more about being tied up. They wanted to be sure that I wasn't hurt and that it had been my idea. They asked me a lot of questions about the whole thing, and then dropped it.
Nothing much happened for a few days. My parents didn't go anywhere for a while. Then one day I heard my mother on the phone saying things like, "Of course we still want you to sit for us. No, we're not angry at all. Yes, you be here at five-thirty today. No - don't be upset at all. It's fine." I wasn't sure what was about to happen, and all my mother said was that Nita would be sitting with me while they were out that evening.
About five-thirty Nita came to the door and my mother let her into the house. The look on her face as she came into the living room is something I will never forget. I was laying on the floor and I was securely bound and gagged. My arms were tied behind my back with my wrists at opposite elbows. I was tied with rope and the rope was reinforced with duct tape which covered the rope and covered my fingers holding them to my arms. My legs were tied at the ankles and above and below my knees and I was hog-tied with my ankles pulled up toward my back about as far as they could go. I had a wad of damp cloth in my mouth and my lower face was wrapped with duct tape six or seven times and the tape went around and around front to back circling my head. As I said, when Nita had tied me I always suspected that I would free myself if I really wanted to, but that time I was tied for keeps and I knew it. My father had tied me up and he did a really complete job of it.
My parents went on as usual telling Nita where they would be and to have a nice evening and what was in the refrigerator. They talked like there was nothing unusual about their son being all tied up on the floor. But as my father went out the door behind my mother he looked back and said, "We might untie him when we get home and then maybe we won't."
My parents were out until quite late that night, so in all I spent about six hours trussed up that way which was a lot. Emilia came over to watch television with her sister, and she was really interested in watching me too. When my parents came home my father asked if I had been any trouble, and Nita laughed and said that there had been no problems. Then they paid her and she left.
My father went into the kitchen for a while leaving me on the floor, then he picked me up and took me to my bedroom and put me on my bed, turned off the light and closed the door. Then I was scared that he would leave me like that all night, but after about fifteen minutes he came back and untied me and I went to bed.
That was the one and only time my father ever tied me up. I asked him to do it again three or four times, but he said that it wouldn't be a good idea, so he never did it again. And since I was thirteen, my parents decided I didn't need a babysitter any more, so Nita stopped coming to our house which was OK because she was about to get married anyway. Eventually I went off to college and I lost contact with Nita and Emilia. Then later, when I graduated, I moved in back home for a while and met up with Emilia again. She was beautiful. We dated, and now we are married. She told me how much she enjoyed seeing me when I was tied up, and we play bondage games now, but those stories are for a more adult page.
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01 - The babysitter
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By A friend with one story
Friday, August 23rd 2002 - 06:35:52 PM
The babysitter
When I was about eight years old my parents moved to another city into a nice neighborhood. Two girls lived across the street, Juanita who was sixteen or so and her little sister, Emilia, who was about my age. Since my parents were obligated to attend many social events, they needed a baby sitter frequently. Where we had lived, my grandmother sat with me when my folks were out, but we moved too far for her to do that any more. So my mother talked to Juanita's mother, and they tried her as a sitter and found that she was reliable and, as my mother said, "level headed."
Juanita, or Nita as we all called her, was lots of fun and I really liked her. But sometimes I could be annoying, and one night about the fourth or fifth time she sat with me I was really pestering her. She said that I should stop and she said that if she had some rope she would tie me up. I laughed and said she wouldn't either and she said that she sure would. So I went into the garage and found some rope that my father had in a cupboard there. It took it back into the house and gave it to Nita and said, "So there - tie me up if you dare."
Nita tied my hands behind my back and then she tied my ankles and left me lying on the floor in the living room in front of the television set. I didn't really try to escape but just watched television. After a while, she untied me and that was it.
The next time Nita came, after my parents left, I brought out the rope and told Nita that she had better tie me up again, so she did. This time she did a little better job.
My mother had a habit of calling sometime during the evening to see if everything was alright, and she usually called again when they left to return home, so Nita knew when they were coming. When the second phone call came Nita untied me. We kept up that routine for months. My parents would go, Nita would tie me up for the night. After a while she added a gag and made the tie-up stricter - adding a hog-tie. I was happy to lay there watching television. I always suspected I could free myself if I wanted, but I never really tried.
Often Nita's sister, Emilia, came over to have Nita help her with her homework. Neither seemed bothered by seeing me lying tied up on the floor, and I think Emilia liked watching me. All of this continued for about four years with me being bound and gagged anywhere from one to five or more hours at a time at least once a week and maybe even two and three times a week. It was great.
When I was about thirteen, Nita was sitting doing homework, I was bound and gagged on the floor, and suddenly in walked my parents. The event they were attending had been cancelled or something, and so they returned home without any warning. My mother was horrified seeing me trussed up that way, and my father told Nita, who cried and begged them to forgive her, that she should go home. My mother quickly untied me and as soon as the gag was removed, I protested that I loved it when Nita tied me up, and that I had asked her to do it and that we had been doing it for a long time. My mother was horrified and angry. My father listened but didn't say much. I was really upset that I had gotten Nita into trouble.
The next day my father and then my mother and father talked to me a lot more about being tied up. They wanted to be sure that I wasn't hurt and that it had been my idea. They asked me a lot of questions about the whole thing, and then dropped it.
Nothing much happened for a few days. My parents didn't go anywhere for a while. Then one day I heard my mother on the phone saying things like, "Of course we still want you to sit for us. No, we're not angry at all. Yes, you be here at five-thirty today. No - don't be upset at all. It's fine." I wasn't sure what was about to happen, and all my mother said was that Nita would be sitting with me while they were out that evening.
About five-thirty Nita came to the door and my mother let her into the house. The look on her face as she came into the living room is something I will never forget. I was laying on the floor and I was securely bound and gagged. My arms were tied behind my back with my wrists at opposite elbows. I was tied with rope and the rope was reinforced with duct tape which covered the rope and covered my fingers holding them to my arms. My legs were tied at the ankles and above and below my knees and I was hog-tied with my ankles pulled up toward my back about as far as they could go. I had a wad of damp cloth in my mouth and my lower face was wrapped with duct tape six or seven times and the tape went around and around front to back circling my head. As I said, when Nita had tied me I always suspected that I would free myself if I really wanted to, but that time I was tied for keeps and I knew it. My father had tied me up and he did a really complete job of it.
My parents went on as usual telling Nita where they would be and to have a nice evening and what was in the refrigerator. They talked like there was nothing unusual about their son being all tied up on the floor. But as my father went out the door behind my mother he looked back and said, "We might untie him when we get home and then maybe we won't."
My parents were out until quite late that night, so in all I spent about six hours trussed up that way which was a lot. Emilia came over to watch television with her sister, and she was really interested in watching me too. When my parents came home my father asked if I had been any trouble, and Nita laughed and said that there had been no problems. Then they paid her and she left.
My father went into the kitchen for a while leaving me on the floor, then he picked me up and took me to my bedroom and put me on my bed, turned off the light and closed the door. Then I was scared that he would leave me like that all night, but after about fifteen minutes he came back and untied me and I went to bed.
That was the one and only time my father ever tied me up. I asked him to do it again three or four times, but he said that it wouldn't be a good idea, so he never did it again. And since I was thirteen, my parents decided I didn't need a babysitter any more, so Nita stopped coming to our house which was OK because she was about to get married anyway. Eventually I went off to college and I lost contact with Nita and Emilia. Then later, when I graduated, I moved in back home for a while and met up with Emilia again. She was beautiful. We dated, and now we are married. She told me how much she enjoyed seeing me when I was tied up, and we play bondage games now, but those stories are for a more adult page.
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