My Babysitter Experience (mm/f)

[Suzi Q]

Hey all, I know I’m on very sporadically but, I have to be in the right frame of mind and frankly my husband has to encourage me to share some of these experiences. Sometimes I just don’t think they’re all that interesting. Most of my postings have been to the adult board.

He promises me you would like the story. When I was 14 thru about 16, I babysat for these two boys Andrew 8 and Stephen 10, during the summers pretty much every Friday or Saturday night. Their parents knew my parents and I from church. We all went to the same Church outside of Atlanta. We had been friends for years. I knew both of their sons we had even done some traveling on vacation together. I was often called upon to watch the boys.

To set the scene at 14 I had developed. I was never one of these curvy girls. I was tall and skinny 5’7”, trim with long blonde hair. I’ve always had long arms and legs. This was in the era of “short shorts, you may remember the song? They used it on a Nair commercial. I usually wore a spaghetti string top, terry-cloth shorts and tennis shoes. I mean girls wore what showed off their figure. i had friends who could wear low cut tops, I could but no one would notice, lol… The boys had a bit of a reputation as being difficult. I’m not sure if it was their parents who fired the babysitters the girls didn’t want to come back. We’d been family friends for years and I got along well with them, but, there was typically bantering and squabbling between the two of them. We lived a couple subdivisions down the road from them may be a little over mile.

(IF YOU ONLY WANT TO READ ABOUT TIE UPS START HERE, LOL)
At some point our parents started doing double dates, if you will They would play cards together pretty much every Friday or Saturday and I became their babysitter. It wasn’t the first time I sat for them but, at some point (early on) we watched a detective show where a girl got tied up. I don’t remember which child it was but, I suspect it was Stevie who brought up wanting to tie me up. After discussion and cajoling I said ok, we could try it. He searched the house finally coming up with some rope from their Dad’s shop. I sat on the couch and he wrapped the rope around my wrists as I held them in front of me as Andy watched. (To be fair with you all, I’d played tie up games with a girlfriend and earlier that summer with my cousin Billy. So, this wasn’t exactly new to me). I pulled out right away to their great disappointment. After numerous attempts I gave Stevie some ideas of how he could do it better. It didn’t take in invitation for him to want to tie my ankles next. Out comes another hunk of rope and he ties my ankles in the same way. Viola, my wrists were bound wrist to wrist, ankles side by side, cinched in the middle and I couldn’t pull out. Even better it wasn’t too tight where it cut off my circulation.

This is when I figured out how good this really was. All of a sudden I had ALL the power. I tell them they have to undo me so I can do the dishes and get them ready for bed. Steve immediately tells us he’ll do the dishes. Usually getting him to help is huge struggle for me. He goes to do the dishes and leaves Andy to “guard me”. I still chuckle when I think of this. This was before remote controls were common on TVs. I have an Andy, he changes the channel on my every request, adjusts the volume and anything I could think. I tell him let’s watch this channel he pops up runs over and changes the channel for me, then comes back over and sits on the couch by me. It was great, NO bickering, none of, “I don’t want to watch this show,” “let’s play this game,” “Stevie won’t give me my toy.”

Andy comes back and tells us the dishes are done. I tell him he needs to undo my feet so I can check it out. He challenges me a bit but, undoes my ankles and escorts me into the kitchen holding me by the elbow. Frankly, him taking charge like that I found to be very fun! I looked around, astoundingly, he did a good job. Dishes are in the dry rack (they didn’t have a dish washer) and everything is good. I complemented him and thanked him for doing them so well. We go back to the living room to watch whatever’s on. I sit in the middle of he and his brother. Stevie really doesn’t care about what’s on. He wants to tie me up more. He’s getting ready to re tie my ankles and comes up with the girl on the show had her hands tied behind her. He now wants to tie my hands behind me. We talk about it for a bit, I told him I could drink buy soda like that. He tells me he’ll hold if for me. Very gallant of him don’t you think?

Andy decided he wants in on the action. So, he gets to untie my hands. I take a potty break and come out ready for the next adventure. I remember walking out and standing in front of Stevie on the couch with my hands behind me, ready to feel the rope encircle my wrists. Funny thing, it didn’t go as quick as he thought it would. I slipped out a number of times and had to help him think thru what he was doing wrong. Wonderful helper that I am, he now has my hands tied securely behind my back. I am still standing in front of him he takes me by my legs and turns me to face the couch then kneels down and ties my ankles. As he’s tying my ankles he made some comment about how his Dad told him Mom I had “Great Legs!”. It’s amazing how you remember things like that. What a sweet compliment! He made some kind of question about could I get away. I remember hopping across the room and back. They loved watching that. Their smiles were so big.

Now we get to our next request. He wants to gag me. It’s getting late-ish. We discuss it and the pleading begins ,”please, please, please” “Connie was gagged on the show...” I bring up the obvious, “What are you going gag me with?” Stevie leaves me sitting on the couch again with Andy to guard me. He comes back with this old torn up, what looks like a piece of his Dad’s t-shirt. Of course I ask, “Where did you get that?” I’m told from, “Mom’s rag drawer.” We’re now back to, ”cummon, please, please, please”. “Alright, BUT…” I told him Andy has to get ready for bed while you gag me and when he’s done you have to go change too. He agreed ecstatically. Andy wanted to stay until I was gagged and agreed to go change immediately afterwards. I made them let me smell it, It was clean and had not “been used”. Stevie tied the rag in my mouth. Now, ,my husband would have knotted it in the middle but we were just learning and playing with it. He pulled it pretty tight. I couldn’t spit it out. If I could I didn’t try real hard. Andy was good to his word. I sat on the couch bound and gagged and watched him trot up the stairs. Ok, so another funny thing, this was the fastest change I’d ever seen him make, lol.

The gag really was more of a muffle than a gag. I could still talk but was definitely muffled. I told Stevie thru the gag it was his turn. Funny kid put his hand over the gag and asked me what I said. I have to say I found him putting his hand over my gagged mouth exciting. He was taking control. He ran up and changed also VERY quickly. When he came back, whatever show was on we finished watching. I actually laid on the couch with my head in Steve’s lap and my legs across Andy. After the show, I told home they needed to undo me and let me put them in bed. Of course the motivation to undo me was that I’d let them tie me next time. They begrudgingly undid my bonds.

It’s amazing who much fun it was to have them tie me up. It was a whole evening of activity. Both boys got along and they were willing to do whatever I asked. Over the rest of the summer and the next our tie up play got better but, was often the same type of progression. We did do various ties. I remember that first time the best. Most of the others run together. I know they hogtied me a number times. I was tied on their beds some. I even tied up them once or twice. We got much better with gags eventually using stuffing and even tape. Their mom was a nurse and we found some surgical tape which worked great (really too good, lol). Other than my husband they probably tied me up more times than any one else.

[Dpsiic]

Terrific. Story @Suzi Q Wish you had been my babysitter. Always good to see you here.

[AC Campbell]

I don't usually read this forum but, your story was great! i hope you share more. i know, for me, often trying to remember those early experiences can be a blur. You mentined that your "play" went on for the next summer or two. Did they ever get curious about what was under your top or what your shorts were hiding? You could share that in the adult forum if so. Also, I find myself wondering did their parents ever catch you?

Thanks for posting,

AC

[slackywacky]

Nice looking back story. Maybe there is more adventures that you can share from that era?

[laz]

what an enjoyable story, Too bad you don't write more often

[uemndlr]

Your husband was right, your stories are great, and I love your writing style!
And really clever to use the tie-up game as leverage to make the boys behave properly