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Let me start of the story by explaining my self. My name is Michael and I live in my own apartment in New York, but at the time of this story I lived in a wealthy suburb of Chicago. When I say wealthy, I mean everyone has a bug, expensive house, a nice car, and lots of toys to go along with it. This story takes place when I was in middle school. I was part of a friend group with lots of people. My good friend Shawn's parents were always out of town on business. Shawn is the youngest of 5 children in his family. His older sibling would stay home and watch him and make sure he didn't get into too much trouble. One day Sean and I were hanging out at my one friends house playing video games like we usually did. The friends house we were at had some crazy parents though. They were always fighting. We could here them arguing from across the house. It was so irritating so we decided to leave with all of our friends. Once we left we began to discuss what we would do now. Shawn said that no one was at his house but he wasn't allowed to go their with out his older sister their, who had stuff planned all day. We decided that we would go their and chill and leave right before his sister got home. We arrived at his house and immediately went into his basement where his flat screen tv and video game console were set up. Their was 5 of us down their just playing video games for a little while. Eventually, I had to go to the bathroom. Shawn told me to go use the bathroom in his room in case I made a mess or something like that. Like I was explaining earlier, the houses in our area were not small. I had to walk across his massive house. And as I was nearing his room I heard music and it kind of freaked me out a little bit because no one was supposed to be their. I hesitated for a second and the continued on slowly to see where this music was coming from. I finally reached the room where the source of the music was. The door was wide open. I slowly peaked into the room and saw his sister on the bed. Now before I continue, let me just explain to you Shawn's sister. Her name was Emma and she had recently graduated high school and was going to college in a few months. She was a varsity athlete on the girls Volley ball team. Shes about 5'6 and skinny but now too skinny. I've talked to Emma before, she has a nice and easy going personality. I don't want to get too much into physical detail but she has a somewhat fat ass and nice pair of boobs. She has brown eyes and brown hair. Anyways, as I turned corner into her room, all i saw was her bare belly. She was only in her underwear. At first I was a little startled. But I quietly made my way in. As I walked around the bed she was on, I analyzed her bondage. She had one of those mask ball gag things on so she couldn't see anything. Also the ball gag in her mouth was massive. She probably couldn't even make any noise is she wanted too in that thing. She had belts tightly rapped around her thighs down to her lower legs and had a pair of cuffs on her ankles. Another pair of handcuffs connected her elbows, and another pair on her wrists. She then finished off the hogtie with a final pair of handcuffs. In addition to all of that, Emma had also connected a chain and connected it to the back of her bondage mask and her ankles cuffs and tightened it so her head was stuck looking up. As I slowly crept around the bed, I spotted the key that Emma planted in order to make her escape. And like the bastard I am, I snatched the key. This turned me on so much. I'm sure you can imagine how I felt. Me, a sixth grader in middle school, had a senior in high school, varsity Volly ball player tied up in her underwear completely at my mercy. The only possible way for her to get freedom was if I decided that she could have the key. But until then, I owned her. I eventually made my way back downstairs, with the key still with me off course. I played a few rounds of the game we were playing, although I was thinking more about my bound slave rather than the game. I kept thinking about how I should probably go give the key back but i was too turned on to do that. After about 3 hours of playing video games straight i went back up stairs to my captive. When I got up their, I found Emma wiggling around ferociously, looking for the key. Her wiggling around was definitely the hottest thing. She was wiggling so much but barely moving at allI didn't know how long she had been trying to escape either. For all I know, she could have been trying since i took the key and left. I analyzed her body a little bit longer before putting the key back in a place that she would eventually find it. I walked down stairs and we left. Shawn was hurrying us out because he didn't want us to be their when his sister got home. Every time I think back to that it turns me on. I had poor Emma bound for so long.

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.

My parents would soon be leaving on their end of the summer vacation to Las Vegas for two weeks. This unfortunately meant that for all this time, I would have a babysitter. It wasn't all that bad though. My babysitter, Rachel, was very good at entertaining me. She would babysit me every day that both my parents worked and would leave
Brooke held her phone to her ear, nodding and agreeing with the person on the other line.

"Alright Mrs. Miles, 3 o'clock 'till 8 on Saturday? Okay. I'll see you then!"

Brooke hung up on Martha Miles, as she sat down on her bed. She'd just gotten a call from Martha, asking her to babysit her three children, Thomas, at the age of seven, Kate, who was ten, and Tilly, who was twelve. The seventeen-year-old girl thought she'd struck a goldmine, as Mrs. Miles was paying twenty-five dollars an hour, and she was babysitting for five hours, giving her a total of one-hundred and twenty-five dollars by the end of the day. Brooke grinned, as she texted
It happened in a marriage function.

The parents left the kids in a room with my Sister in law and went out. Since i had nothing else to do , I joined them. there were five of us. Me , my Sister in law , and 3 teens. I was 23yr old at the time and Geetha , my sister in law was 30. She still looked amazing. Black mid-length wavy hair , curvy figure and some good boobs. She was wearing an yellow Kurta with a red shawl

We were silent for a long time and Geetha was toying with her shawl. I Grabbed the shawl and tied her hands behind her back. I then tied her legs with some clothes lying around and then blindfolded her to complete the bondage.

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My birthday passed a few weeks back and the only thing I wanted was to tie up a damsel. Not for any nasty business. I was always into tying up the opposite sex. Some may say it is too domineering or tying myself a damsel is degrading to the feminine gender. Maybe it is. If you think deep about it. To me though, I never thought tying up a girl was degrading I only thought it was something fun to do when I was little. Now that I am going through puberty, I try not to think about it. I only know what I like, and I am a man lead by my desires. So, when my younger sister started maturing as she entered high school I took note. Mind you, I never took note in the wrong way. I just thought my sister is growing to become a fine young lady. It started one day when we sat in her room reminiscing about our past. She brought up the past tie-up games. When we were children playing with the neighborhood kids. She reminded me of how I would always tie up the girls in all sorts of ways. "We always got
Nazza's Babysitting Ordeal The cool of the early evening settles over a sleepy town blanketed in snow and insulated within the suburbia of cosy little houses and market gardens. It was through this idyll that Allen walked by himself, pulling his winter jacket closer around him. "Nearly there" He muttered to himself as his jaw rattled with cold. Allen was a tall lad for his age and rather mature he reckoned and so it irked him greatly to learn he had he and his friend Kyle were to be babysit while their parents were out of town. Allen was walking to Kyle's house right now and he grimaced at the lost hope of having the house to themselves. He considered Kyle; short, baby faced and a huge pain in the neck to everyone around him. Allen could understand why Kyle's parents thought he needed a babysitter. He was the same age as himself and yet super immature, But Allen had thought naturally they would entrust that role to him. But it was not to be. Allen rounded the turf for a snow
This is my first experience with bondage and one of my favorites.
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i totaly would have done sooo much more with her and played with her :)

"Mom! I called out as I got home from baseball practice, "I'm home!"
"Hello Danny, we have to talk," she responded, while exiting my room.
When I saw what was in her hands, I became nervous. Some of the guys I pal
around with talked me into shoplifting a few things from a department store.
"Please explain where these items came from."
I should have told her I was sorry, and that it was just the one time,
But instead I said, "Tommy made me do it. He said it was a dare. I didn't
want him to think I was a sissy."
The next thing I knew, I was in big, big trouble with Mom. I got into
trouble before but never anything this bad.
"You are grounded young man!" she remarked. You will come home immediately
after school. You had better be here when I get home."
"But I've got baseball practice after school," I pleaded. I loved playing
ball with the guys and I was a pretty good fielder and I batted over 300 last
season.
"You should have thought of that before becoming a criminal. I've already
called your coach and told him you were grounded for the next two weeks. After
I explained why, he said you would not be allowed to play this year, as an
example to the other players. So, you no longer have baseball practice, and
are to come home immediately after school."
I haven't held a bat or seen any of my friends since my punishment began a
few weeks ago. This was some spring training. At first I thought that was the
worst punishment imaginable but boy was I wrong. One day during my second week
of punishment, I was a little late coming home from school and unexpectedly
found mom waiting on the porch. I would usually get home about a half an hour
before she did, so I had stopped by the ball field to watch a little of the
practice I was missing so much. She was pissed even more. "I thought you might
have learned your lesson when I had given you the ultimate punishment by
taking away your baseball, yet here you are disobeying me. I guess I'll have
to try something a little more unique," she said. At that, she dragged me
upstairs, told me to shower and come into her room wearing my robe.
When I entered her room I saw she was looking in her drawers for something.
She turned holding a pair of pink panties in her hand. "Here, put these on.
I'll teach you to disobey me. You want to see who's the boss, you or me? Well
now you'll know for sure that I wear the pants in this family."
Even though I begged Mom not to do that to me, she wouldn't change her
mind. In a matter of minutes she had me wearing one of her old dresses too.
Once I was all dressed as a girl, mom said, "You worried about your friends
thinking you were a sissy, so you chose to steal. Now you won't have to worry
about that anymore since you will be in dresses for the foreseeable future
just like a sissy. When you come home from school, you'll find girl clothes
waiting, and you will get dressed in those clothes as soon as you get home.
Disobey me again and your friends will find out just what sissy you are," she
informed me. "I want you all dressed when I get home or else! I'll get you a
few things that fit you better tomorrow."
I asked why she was doing this to me and she said that was my punishment so
I would not end up being a criminal and find myself in jail for stealing. Mom
would not tell me how long she planned to keep me in girl's attire. I hated
wearing those stupid clothes, especially the panties, but I didn't have any
choice. Mom said she should send me to school in a dress if I argued with her,
but I didn't think she could get away with sending me to school dressed like
that. At least I hoped she couldn't, but I now knew better than to tempt her.

Sure enough, the next day when I got home, I found the dress on my bed
along with another pair of panties. Worst yet, that day when she got home she
had a few shopping bags that I knew contained things for me to wear. She had
me follow her to my room and she sat on my bed.
"Here are the things I promised to buy you, Danny."
She dumped the bags out on the bed and started handing me the various
items. I was surprised and worried that mom bought me so many different
things, including some girl's shoes. "Put the socks and hosiery in the top
drawer and the panties and bras in the second drawer of your dresser," she
ordered as she handed me each item.
Then she had me get some hangers from her closet. Returning with the
hangers, she showed me how to properly hang the dresses and petticoats. Then I
had to hang them in my closet. She also had me neatly stack my shoeboxes in my
closet.
Finally as I took each dress to hang them up, mom explained how important
it was to hang them properly, what slips or petticoats I should wear
underneath them, and which shoes matched the dresses. "I hope you paid
attention to what I just told you young lady!"
"Young lady?" I thought. Having that many outfits meant I was in for a long
punishment.
"I expect you to pick out an appropriate outfit when you get home, and to
be fully and properly dressed by the time I get home, unless I get home a
little early. Do you understand?" She asked.
I was in tears, but managed to answer, "Yes Mom!" So every day after I got
home from school, I had to put on one of the dumb dresses she bought me, along
with the appropriate underwear and shoes.
Before I continue telling you my story I should tell you a little more
about myself. As you now know, my name is Danny. I'm thirteen years old and
just finishing seventh grade. I am a fairly normal teenager who likes music,
sports and just hanging out with my friends. I have a younger brother Mike
who's eleven and a real pain in the butt. He always wanted to be just like his
older brother. At least he did before mom started putting me in dresses and
calling me Danielle. Now he no longer wishes to emulate his big brother. He
just enjoys tormenting and teasing me incessantly, but mom warned me that I
better not hit him or do anything. If I did I would find myself in dresses
forever. My mom works part time in my school. She's like a secretary or an
administrator or something. I always hated having her there since she could
keep tabs on me all the time. My mom and dad have been divorced for almost as
long as I could remember. Mom is always telling us that dad was a macho jerk
and that's why she divorced him. Mike and I only get to see dad for a week
each summer since he lives cross-country. Mike and I always enjoy spending
time with him. We go camping, hiking, fishing, all cool stuff
Anyway, back to my current problem.
Since mom started making me come home right after school and change into
girls clothing, I've become more of a recluse. Quitting my baseball team
really killed me and my friends wondered what was going on, but I can't tell
them the truth. I'd rather die. I'm scared to death that if any of my friends
found out I was wearing dresses and stuff, the news would be all over school
the next day! So I just told them I had been grounded. I'm even dreading
summer vacation, which will start in a few days, since I think mom plans to
keep me in dresses all summer. But even worse than wearing dresses is putting
up with my stupid brother, Mike. I used to pick on him all the time; now he
gets to make fun of me every damn day. Last week I found out mom even took
some pictures of me getting dressed up as a girl. Mom told me she'd show them
to all my friends if I didn't do exactly what she said. Mom said I better
behave as a good little girl or else. Girls listen to their mother and don't
fight with their younger brothers she told me. Imagine referring to me as a
girl. I even hate the sound of that word. Mom also was starting to convince
Mike that I liked wearing dresses. She was always saying little things like
that and he actually is starting to believe her. I wanted to scream out that
she was lying but I knew I would be in big trouble if I did that. Those
pictures would be the ruin of me if they ever got out. I realized then that
there was no way I could win.
My birthday is also coming up this week. Mom always made our birthdays a
special event. We'd sometimes go to a movie or a play and then go to a nice
place to eat. One year she even took me to Yankee stadium to see the Yankees
play. Mom would always get dressed up for our dinner and Mike and I always
wore nice clothes too. We didn't wear suits or anything but nice pants and
dress shirts. I hated wearing suits but I would gladly wear a suit now instead
of girl's clothes. I knew mom didn't have any fancy girls dresses for me to
wear so I was pretty sure she'd let me wear one of nice pants and shirt.
The Friday before my birthday mom told Mike and me to meet her by the
office right after school since she was going to drive us right home. Mike had
a baseball game she cleaned his uniform yesterday and it was in his closet.
She also told me she laid my clothes out on the bed at lunchtime since she had
plans for me this afternoon as well. She told us to hurry since Mike's
practice was early.
Sure enough when we entered the room we were now sharing (my room was being
painted), Mike's uniform was in his closet and my bed had a mini-skirt, a
light summer top, panties, bra, pantyhose and shoes. Mom walked up behind us
and told us to hurry. Most times mom only had me wear girl's panties and a
dress so this was unusual for her to have selected all of this stuff. But
whenever I had to wear bras and pantyhose, I usually changed into these girlie
things when Mike was in the bathroom or somewhere else. I hated for him to see
me putting on these frilly girl things. He would invariably tease me whenever
I had to change in front of him and I hated that. But this particular day mom
quickly ran into the bathroom we shared to clean it up a
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