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I'm 20 years old and I don't babysit as much as I used to but still on occasion do. I have straight, light brunette hair that hangs just past my shoulders, brown eyes and a curvy build. I first started babysitting when I had just turned sixteen, I used to do it regularly, at least once a week, for one family who had three kids, an eight year old, a ten year old and a twelve year old. The ten year old was a girl and the other two were boys, I'll call them Matthew (8), Katie (10) and David (12) rather than telling you their real names. The first few weeks with them went seamlessly, no problems at all, they always did what they were told and mostly wanted to watch a film then go to bed as I was usually just sitting for them in the evenings. About two months after I started sitting for them, I was asked to sit for a whole day, I think it was a Saturday. Anyway, I agreed and turned up early in the morning wearing a plaid shirt with the sleeves rolled up and a pair of denim hotpants. I was barefoot because it was nice out and I decided to wear sandals. When I got there the kids were still asleep so their parents went upstairs and told them they were leaving and then left me in charge, they also told me that the kids had homework to do and requested I try and make them do it before bedtime. Katie was the first to get dressed and come down to see me, soon followed by Matthew who wanted to watch cartoons so they settled down in front of the TV. Finally David joined us and I fixed them a snack. Once the cartoons finished I asked them nicely to do their homework which they never minded much before. Katie and Matthew went and sat at the kitchen table and started but David remained on the couch. I asked him again if he could go get his homework out of the way, that way we could play a game later. "Can't I show you what I learnt at scouts?" In hindsight I should've said no and persisted until he got his homework done but I said something like "Okay, sure!". So, he ran to his room and came back with a bag. He held out one of his mother's silk scarves and requested I tie it over my eyes and hold out my hands so I wouldn't ruin the surprise. I took the scarf and tied on a blindfold, he told me to tie it tighter because I was cheating and was going to peek so I tightened it up so I couldn't see, then held out my hands. Next thing I knew, I felt something pulled around my wrists, I asked him what he was doing and tried to reach up to pull off my blindfold but he tugged my hands away from my face and told me to hold still or I'd ruin the surprise. I was understandably uneasy at this point as I felt the material wind around my wrists a few more times before being cinched tight. He slid down my blindfold so it hung around my neck when he was done and said "Tada! I learnt some new knots!" David had bound my wrists with white rope and pulled down my blindfold so I could see his handiwork and the secure knot holding tight. I said something like "Wow, that's great, now you can untie it and go do your homework!" Of course he didn't, he told me to hold still while he shows me how the knot is tied this time, grabbing my ankles and pulling rope around them, I tried to pull away but he just pulled the rope tighter and told me to watch not struggle. It wasn't long before he'd knotted that rope too. "Okay, I'm very impressed, now untie me." I tried to regain control. Next thing I knew he was covering my mouth with his hand and looking behind me, I assumed that Katie and Matthew had finished their homework. My suspicions were confirmed when I hear Katie say "What are you doing David?" and Matthew added with a tone of excitement "Are you playing a game?" I saw a grin appear on David's face but moved my head out of his grip. "No we're not playing a game, now could you untie me please?" Matthew looked disappointed until David said "She's lying! we're Indians and she's a mean old cowgirl trying to invade our land!" Katie and Matthew gasped then Katie asked "What do we do?!" "We have to tie her up and make sure she can't get away!" David encouraged them. They ran off to the garage and returned minutes later with climbing and skipping ropes. "I'm not trying to invade your land! I promise!" I pleaded as they approached me with the ropes, they gave David the ropes and he tied just above my knees, then pulled a rope around my middle and tied it so that it held my arms down. "Okay! You win, this was a lot of fun but game over, untie me now!" "She's calling for back-up!" Matthew exclaimed. "What? No I'm n-" before I could finish my sentence a balled up silk scarf was stuffed in my mouth and my former blindfold pulled up to cover my mouth and hold it in. My former blindfold had become an over the mouth gag but David decided for it to actually work he'd need to tighten it up so he undid the knot, pulled it as tight as he could, making it more like a cleave and re-knotted it. There was one more length of rope that was added to me, tying my ankles to the coffee table so I couldn't "hop away". And that's when the tickling began! I have very ticklish feet and with them being bare that wasn't a good sign as they dived in tickling all over my soles until I was crying with laughter, powerless to stop them. Then they got bored and just left me "Cmmmmmffff bgggggg!" I called for around an hour but they weren't coming back so I tried to get free without any success. I was left tied up until their parents came home that evening and found me. They untied me and I even got a little bonus, they practically begged me to babysit again and not be put off by the experience. Truth was, this was my first babysitting tie up and I actually didn't mind it too much and so agreed to babysit for the kids again.

Jewell was visiting Sophia. They had been friends for years but Jewell had a tendency to get bored easily, even when with Sophia who was one of her closest friends. On this one particular occasion Sophia was tired and couldn't deal with Jewell's constant moaning about being bored.

"If you're so bored why don't we do something?! Anything you want!" Sophia gave in.

"Yay! How about we dress up? I bagsy your ultra sexy maid uniform!" Jewell grinned.

"Fine… and what should I dress up as?"

"Do you still have that cat burglar outfit?"

"You mean the black leather catsuit?"

"Yeah!"

"Yeah… I've still got it…"

"You wear that and I
This is a true story about my first time getting tied up whilst babysitting. Hope you enjoy!
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Most teenage girls start their careers in the wonderful world of babysitting. Ah, yes. I myself remember those days. Without much experience, they are thrown into a lion's den of soiled diapers, temp
Most teenage girls start their careers in the wonderful world of babysitting. Ah, yes. I myself remember those days. Without much experience, they are thrown into a lion's den of soiled diapers, temper tantrums, and overbearing parents. And let's be honest, the parents are usually worse than the kids. We all have our babysitting horror stories. Like the night I kept hearing a knock on the front door and my paranoia led me to believe that it was The Boogeyman , so I hid under the bed of the four-year-old that I was watching and fell asleep under the bed. And that's where the parent's frantically found me when they got home.
If that's not bad, wait 'till you read these. Here are 16 babysitting horror stories, as told by babysitters themselves.
"Maybe the worst day of my life: I was around 15ish, babysitting my little sister who was a toddler (she could walk and open doors at this point). My parents were making a quick run to the store and left me in charge.
After a few minutes of watching TV, I noticed that it was a little too quiet. I checked her room and she wasn't there. I checked everywhere else with growing alarm, looking and calling for her, but she was nowhere to be found.
There was a playground across the street that she liked, so I sprinted over there to look for her. At this point I was about 90% adrenaline and panic. Still no sign of her. There was a group of three grade schoolers there, so I described her and asked them if they'd seen her around.
One of the boys told me he saw a girl matching her description get into a blue car. We don't own a blue car, nor do any of the family friends.
I can't adequately describe the feelings of dread, panic, and hopelessness that completely overwhelmed me. I sprinted from one end of the block to the other, hoping to catch a glimpse of this blue car. I ran through and around the adjoining elementary school, hoping maybe she was there. Never mind that I'd already been told she had gotten into a stranger's car... I was completely irrational and was hoping that I had misheard that kid or something. Or maybe please, god she was back.
After some kind of eternity of this hell, I ran back home to call 911. By this time, my parents were back, and lo and behold, my sister was with them! It turns out she did open a door and wander off... into the garage because she wanted to go along to the store. My parents didn't think to notify me.
So I guess it ended OK. I locked myself in the bathroom and sobbed for a little while, then I was overcome by an overwhelming urge to crush the face of that f*cking little sh*t who had lied to me. I bolted back to the playground with no clear plan in mind, but it was going to be some real Lord of the Flies sh*t.
He wasn't there when I got back. I suppose that's good, because I was sufficiently older, bigger, and utterly blind with rage and probably would have murdered him at that point. An apology, however physically coerced, would have been nice though." - Kuato2012
So, you are thinking that you are going to be able to watch some TV while you babysit? Maybe you can catch up on some homework? Think again! Tonight you will spend the night running after 3-year-old twins who somehow got ahold of their parent's dildos. Was this worth the $17 an hour? Probably not.
"It was pretty horrible rounding up dildos! And I had to awkwardly tell the parents 'cause I had no idea where the dildos came from. They paid me $10 extra that night and never called me again. Oh, well." - Artegan
It's bad enough that you are babysitting three-year-old twins. It's bad enough that you have to think about them using the dildos. And enough dildos to "round up"!? Who are these people?
"Was watching two boys, maybe 12 and 11. Their parents liked to party quite a lot (one of the reasons they would pay me to watch their kids). One night they go out, order pizza for dinner, and the delivery driver forgets the the pop. The younger child says there is orange juice (OJ) in the fridge, so I grab the pitcher not thinking anything of it. Pour them each a glass, they drink and eat without saying word.
Through the course of the night, they keep pouring themselves cup full's of OJ. They start acting strange, stumbling, talking odd, etc. I call the parents and ask if I should do anything, then tell the parents everything they ate/drank. Their dad ends up telling me the OJ was just a giant screwdriver that his wife and him were going to split when they got home. Luckily, I didn't take too much heat for it because he said he should have warned me." - ididitforthewookie
"One time, I was babysitting six kids, all under the age of 12 by myself. Three of them managed to get on the roof and were jumping off onto the trampoline. One ran off with a friend and another got the hose and brought it into the kitchen and decided to make a swimming pool in the house. All of this was happening while I'm trying to feed, burp, and change a wound dressing on an eight-month-old baby. For enduring all of that for six hours, I only got $30. I never babysat for them again." - kb13733
$30 dollars for that? No way! Bye, Felicia. Good luck finding anyone who will deal with six terror kids like that. And I'd like to know a little more about the eight-month-old baby and what happened to it that it's 'wound needs dressing.' Should we call Child Protective Services?
"The kids were running around the house yelling, and the mom was so fed up with it, she took a shot before she left. After she left one of the kids, a three-year-old boy, kept begging me to make him a drink "in a baby cup like mommy." I think I may have actually ended up pouring him some juice in a shot glass." - flamants
Hmm, I have to be honest. I don't have kids, but I think that when I do, I may need to take a shot to deal with them, too! But, if your three-year-old wants you to make him a drink, you've got a serious problem on your hands. Look lady, if you need a drink, maybe you should be a little more discrete.
“When I was 10, I babysat for a family in my town. They had three daughters who were super awesome and we always had a blast. When I started, the youngest was two-weeks-old. It turned into me babysitting for them more than their parents were home.
The parents are into weird stuff. One of the things they liked to do for any major decisions they needed to make was get out a sinker attached to a string and ask it questions. If it swung a certain way, it meant yes and if it went the other way, it meant no. I had been watching these girls for a couple of years and one night the mother asks where the father and I go when he takes me home. I tell her that he takes me home right away. Well she says that it takes him 2 or 3 hours before he gets back. Obviously, I’m stunned at what she’s insinuating, but they pay OK and I always knew they were crazy anyway. About a week after this, she tells me that I can no longer watch the kids because her sinker told her that the husband and I were having an affair. We weren’t. I was 12 for f***s sake and he was an ugly 37-year-old. - Chrississippi69
Ah yes, you are young, vibrant, and full of love and life. You are cool and kids love you, so why wouldn't you want to babysit for some extra cash? You find a family you like and you develop a relationship with the parents and with the kids. You babysit several times, and then, in an instant, they turn on you. And all because of icing. They want to eat that icing so bad and you tell them that icing isn't on mommy and daddy's list of things they could eat and just like that, it's over. This leads them to have the tantrum of all tantrums and they torture you so hard, you will never want to babysit for them again. Oh, I miss the days where my biggest problems in life are whether or not I can eat icing.
"Not exactly a horror story, but it was pretty annoying. I babysat regularly for a family—the parents were nice and the kids were good. The dog... well, that's a different story. He was a good dog in general, but he had a humping problem. Whenever I was on the floor playing with the kids, he would try and mount me really aggressively—paws gripping my shoulders, teeth tangled in my hair. Doesn't sound too bad, but he was a big, strong dog! -Fourteen-year-old me was like, "WTF? The first action I get is from a dog?!" Luckily, he chilled out as he got a little older." - clea_vage
No one likes to be humped. Especially in the workplace and especially by something that furry and slobbery.
“I babysat regularly as a teen. One night it was business as usual. I had just laid the kids down for bed until I hear crying in the bathroom. Go in and the little one had a poop string hanging out of his bottom. I didn’t want to pull it in case it was wrapped around something so I’m trying to keep this kid calm and call his parents. They don’t answer. I call over and over with this kid freaking out. I call my mom who calmed me down, took their number, and then called them until she got a hold of them. They “rushed” home and took him to the ER. Definitely my weirdest night. The string came out fine, btw. Apparently the kid liked yarn… a lot.” - fantasyfreakazoid
The most awkward part of babysitting is all the private stuff. The diapers, the wiping, the pooping. And when the kid wants you to watch her poop, what do you do? You don't want to upset her by telling her that you don't really want to watch her poop, but you definitely don't want to watch her poop. So you make a little agreement. What if you stay in the bathroom while she poops, but you'll turn around and not watch. How is that? Is that okay with the Poop Princess? It's okay? Great! Then you will have to have an entire conversation with Princess Poop while she is on toilet. She talks. Pauses. Drops a poop. And repeat. And this goes on and on and on...
“I babysat for a very prominent family in my town—wife was a CEO, husband a lawyer. It was the best job ever! Two easygoing kids, $15 an hour (this was 15 years ago, so that was a TON of money), access to their pool, and an open invitation for my friends to come swim while I was “working."
In between my first and second summer working for them, the parents divorced and the dad bought a giant house out in the country where I’d watch the kids sometimes. He made it very clear that his office and all the outbuildings were strictly off-limits. Okay, whatever, no problem. He had a “groundskeeper” who was always prowling around, hitting on me, and acting like a total creeper. If the kids or I came within 20 feet of the (supposedly empty) stables he’d shoo us away, saying he’d spotted a dangerous snake, just sprayed for bugs, or some other BS reason to keep us away. Came home from school a few months after my summer gig was over and saw the dad’s mugshot on TV. He’d been busted as some kind of small-time drug lord, selling cocaine to dealers out of his house in the country, and his “groundskeeper” was a wanted sex offender.” - Alliebeth
“There were three of them… I don’t remember their names now, but they were aged 12, nine, and six. ‘Nine’ was on some sort of medication, for
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