Baby Sitter Bondage
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Baby Sitter Bondage
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The story I’m about to tell is based on actual events (with some of the details enhanced for dramatic effect).
It was a typical night of babysitting the Davis boys, aged 9 & 7 (I was 14 at the time, just before I began my writing venture), and for this one night, the eldest one, Charlie, wanted to do something different. I thought, why not, as our typical evening of watching the Disney Channel or playing their Playstation games (which I stink at playing) was getting a little too routine.
Charlie explained that he saw a show on TV recently that showed a girl being held captive by a robber and wanted to know if we could play that game, with me as the captive girl.
At first, I was taken aback by his unexpected suggestion, for it was not something you hear from a 9 year old boy (at least the boys I know), but they were both very good kids, and I eventually gave in, but only on the condition that I can escape on my own. They both readily agreed.
A few minutes later, they both returned with some shoelaces and a white tube sock. The game was to be like what Charlie saw on the show, a girl taken prisoner by a home robber (or in this case now, two robbers).
They wanted me to sit in a chair, but I refused, fearing I might not be able to break free from being in that position, so I asked to just sit on the floor in the downstairs family room.
Jimmy, the younger brother, wanted to tie up my ankles (it was summer at the time, and I wore only flip flops, so my ankles were bare). I told Jimmy not to tie the laces too tight and to leave the knot loose. Fortunately for me, Jimmy was just learning how to tie his own shoes at this time, and he did a good job at keeping my ankle bindings sufficiently loose-fitting.
Charlie wanted to tie my hands up, and asked me to place them behind my back. I adamantly said no, and told him he could tie them in front. Well, that set him off as he wined, saying he wanted to recreate the tie-up scene exactly as he saw it (the boy has a photograph memory). I finally relented, telling him to make sure that he ties them not too tight (I decision I would later regret as I should’ve switched the brothers in tying up my limbs).
Once he was done, Charlie then grabbed the tube sock, looking all excited at me. I figured what he had in mind with that, but first asked him where he got it. He told me that it was his father’s sock, and he got it from his dresser drawer, so he claimed that it was clean.
Figuring I was already suitably trussed up, I again allowed him to continue to complete the scene. He told me to open my mouth, acting like he was the bad guy now. I went along with the game, and pretended to be all scared, saying that I won’t scream for help if he didn’t gag me. He then told me to be quiet and placed the sock in my mouth, then tied it in back of my head with the knot resting on top of my ponytail I sported (I remembered that, because the sock was wrapped over my ears, muffling any noises around me).
The gag did a good job at stifling my speech, and I continued to play the helpless damsel while the two of them taunted me and asked where the valuables were located. I tried to tell Charlie that I can’t answer him back with a sock in my mouth, but he just laughed at my inability to talk back.
It was then that the innocent game turned more serious…
Charlie pulled out a longer strand of rope he had hidden from underneath his shirt with another look of excitement in his eyes. I quickly realized that he intended to tie me up even more so. Well, at this time I had enough of playing their little game and attempted to free myself of my bonds, except that my wrists couldn’t slip through the thin laces he tied on—that little creep lied to me and did tie them up tighter after I told him not to.
He knew that I wouldn’t break free right away and rushed towards me while I was still vulnerable. Luckily, my ankles bindings were still loose and I slipped my feet through the laces, then used my legs to defend myself. Jimmy, meanwhile, was just watching by the sidelines, giggling through all this as he figured this was still part of the game. I tried removing the sock with my tongue, but Charlie tied that on tightly as well.
Even though I was older than Charlie by five years, I was not that much bigger than him (I am petite, for those of you that don’t know), and I had a difficult time trying to fight him off. I did manage to wrestle him off of me and was able to stand up on my own two feet.
At this time, Jimmy was joining in the fun, trying to tickle me since my hands were still bound. Charlie kept trying to grab my legs to tie them back up. I had a right mind to kick him in the face to teach him a lesson, but he was, after all, still a child, and I didn’t want to risk hurting him badly.
During the little melee that was going on, my hands finally began to slip through their bindings, and they were soon free.
After seeing that, Charlie instantly ran back upstairs, afraid that I was going to punish him. Jimmy remained where he was and looked upset now. He gave me one of his doleful looks, which makes him look so adorable.
After removing that sock from my mouth, I went over to Jimmy and hugged him warmly, telling him that he was not in trouble—it’s his brother that I wanted.
Charlie had locked himself in his room, and was afraid to let me in. I began to feel a little bad at all this, and I promised that I wasn’t going to punish him (I would leave that to his parents).
In the end, Charlie did let himself out, and the remainder of the evening was spent watching TV and eating popcorn. The events that happened earlier were never mentioned, and there were also no more tie-up games after that.
The coda to this story is that six years later, I ran into Charlie unexpectedly at the local supermarket and we were reminiscing briefly. He apologized about the whole “incident” since he never really told me that before. I accepted it, and even said to him that I was using that game of his as an idea for a story I was planning to write (it became the basis for Lila’s “Perils in Babysitting” story).
I didn’t ask him if he had tied up any other girls since (and I didn’t want to know), but looking back at it, I have to admit that I did find enjoyment in it as well. The experience of being held captive and menaced by the villain (in a playful, controlled setting), gave me some insight and inspiration that would later find itself into my Katie Spencer series.
Great story. Thank you for sharing it with us.
Always LOVE stories where the teenage girl babysitter is overpowered by the younger children she is babysitting!
My FAVORITE is on the web-site:
"Stories of Tie-Up Games" (click-on) "Archives" (click-on) "Best Stories from Bob's Old Archives"(click-on)"MY FINAL SHADE OF RED" story in second column--Happy Reading!
Sorry! The CLOSEST link to the afore-mentioned piece is:
http://www.asstr.org/~canuck100/1998/Bobs-archive.htm # My Final Shade of red (by JD)
and when you get on THAT "home page" click-on the story's title in the second column--near the bottom!
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The summer was coming to an end. Their was about a month left of school. I soon would begin my 8th grade year. It was sort of depressing as I knew I wouldn't have the same freedom I had in the summer. At this point in my, life I lived in a wealthy suburb of Chicago. My parents were very rich and had a big house.
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