I was always a very wild and feisty girl. I always liked to have very physical fun, to play sports, and to have my friends over to play. However, my parents didn’t like us playing with no one over at the house to watch us. So whenever they were gone, they called a babysitter. When they first did it, I thought it was going to be fun… like we were going to have someone else to play with. But when she arrived, I couldn’t’ve been more wrong.
My babysitter’s name was Atusa, and she was an absolute nightmare. Don’t get me wrong, she was hot! Boys, if you ‘d seen her on the streets, you would’ve fallen in love immediately. She was 18 years old, a senior in high school, teenager, of Persian (Iranian) descent. She had long, silky black hair, clear tan skin, a cute doll face, and a very hot body. I mean seriously, she was about 5’ 5â€, was very fit (she worked out every day), had very nice legs, and some of the hottest bare feet you could imagine. I mean, she got a lot of pedicures, and very nice toenails. I always had a foot fetish, and I always loved to look at her feet whenever she came in. By the way, she was always showing off her body too. She always wore a tank top, short shorts, and flip-flops! But even though every boy in the world thought she was a brown angel, I knew for a fact that she was really a devil.
She was a complete dumb blonde. She really didn’t care about anyone but herself; she thought she was the queen of the world, and that everyone else was her servant. I’m serious, she would always come over and take the living room all to herself. Every time she came over, she took the entire living room, where she would sit in front of the TV and do her nails, talk endlessly on her cell phone, or write in her pink diary. If she could see us from the living room (in fact, if she could even hear us from the living room), she would come over and yell at us, and sometimes, punish us by locking us in the coat closet for however long! She was just so vile; it made my friends and me sick.
She had been coming over and babysitting for about a month now, and my friends and I were completely fed up with her behavior. Now, we could’ve just sat there and taken it, after all, for the most part, we had learned to stay out of her way after having her over for so long. But like I said, I was a feisty girl, and so were my friends. We wanted to have some fun, and we were very good at it too.
On a Saturday, the Saturday my parents decided they were going to celebrate their anniversary, they called Atusa over to baby-sit. My friend Haley was coming over, and we were very excited. It was about 6 in the afternoon, and Atusa had spent the last hour doing the usual… staying in the living room, doing in her nails, checking her makeup... you get it! But just down the hall from the living room, over in my room, Haley and I were planning on having some fun.
As we walked down the hall, we slowly, with a little rubber baseball in ours hands, inched in on the living room. Atusa was just watching TV, fully absorbed within her own business, as usual, when suddenly; we popped out and threw the balls at her. They both hit her right in the head, and she got up immediately and yelled, “You!â€
She was angry as hell, so we ran away. We ran down the hall heading back to my room, as she ran after us. She was running after us on her bare feet… her long, gorgeous legs were trying to catch us so she could beat us to hell. Her legs were long, and she was fast. She almost caught us, but luckily, we got back to the room first, where Haley and I hid behind the door, as Atusa barged in. She just stared in front of her a second, not knowing where we were, and then right there, Haley and I went into action.
We ran out from behind the door, each of us holding one end of the sheet we had taken off the bed, and ran right at Atusa. Atusa heard us and turned around, but by then it was too late for her. Haley and I each ran on one side of her, bringing the sheet across her chest, before we ran around the other way, in a circle, and began wrapping it around her. She was completely shocked, and started screaming when we did this, but it didn’t matter. We kept running around Atusa in circles, wrapping the sheet around her tightly again and again, before our ends finally met and we tied them together in a knot behind her. We had just tied her up.
Haley and I just stepped back and looked at the hilarious sight in front of us. Atusa was bundled up, with a white bed sheet wrapped around her. Her head and nearly bare shoulders were sticking out from over the top, while her long bare legs, her bare feet, as well as her tiny little hands, were coming out from the bottom. She was struggling, wiggling around, trying to break loose, but it wasn’t working. She struggled and struggled until she finally lost her balance and fell flat on her face… she wasn’t gonna escape! Haley and I had done a good job. We were very proud of ourselves and high-fived each other before taunting Atusa. “We like you so much better when you’re tied up,†we said to her laughing.
Atusa was definitely furious, and she shot back, “Get this off of me right now you little bitches!†We didn’t like her use of language, but we didn’t care. When she said that, I just said, “What? What was that? You’d better SPEAK UP,†and on that word, Haley put a long strip of masking tape over Atusa’s foul mouth, and giggled some more as she started moaning and trying to scream from underneath.
This was so much fun. Haley and I high-fived each other, smacking each other’s hands as hard as we could. We were so excited. Atusa was now powerless, and for once, we were in charge!
She was now on the floor, tied up, lying face down, flat on the ground. Her legs were extended back, and she was still struggling. She kept wiggling around, kicking her bare feet up, and flailing about. Haley and I then sat on top of her, not allowing her to move around so violently, as we got ready to give her a punishment of our own.
We slowly taunted her, saying, “You look so cute with tape over your mouth Atusa.â€
She started moaning once again, to which we said, “Sorry honey, we can’t hear you…you need to talk louder.â€
She kept moaning, as we expected, so Haley came in and said, “Hmm, it looks like she needs help talking louder. You wanna help her out Allyson?â€
That was the cue. I just said, “Good idea!†And then I grabbed one of Atusa’s upturned bare feet by the ankle and held it still. It was so luscious and precious, her skin was so soft, this was almost a fantasy for me. I had been waiting SOOO long to do this.
I took my finger, and I slowly started trailing it across Atusa’s bare sole, causing Atusa to go ballistic. She started screaming through her gag and she started moving violently, trying desperately to shake us off… to no avail. With her moans getting louder, Haley joked, “It’s working, keep doing it,†to which I just said, “With pleasure,†stroking my finger some more and causing Atusa to cringe and moan even more.
Atusa couldn’t shake us off, allowing me to keep caressing my finger atop the soles of her upturned bare feet. This was clearly very painful and distressing for her, which only made me want to do it even more. I just keep working on her feet, making her squeal and cry as Haley and I kept laughing.
The more we did this, the quicker and more excruciating we made it for her. I began using even more than just one finger, flicking them even faster, while continuing to touch her feet lightly. I also began attacking her sensitive spots, like between the toes, the balls of her feet, and her arches, as well as her heel and the middle of her bare sole as well. I covered every inch of her helpless feet; causing her to writhe around and scream in agony until she was so tired she could hardly breathe.
She was getting exhausted, and frankly, so was I. I had been doing this for almost an hour, and I was getting a little bored… but at the same time, not really. I was still enjoying every minute of it, but I could tell she couldn’t handle it much longer. I was ready to give it up.
So I slowed down my stroking as I slowly came to a stop. But if you think we let her go, think again. We simply kept her tied up, kept her gagged, as we picked her up, me holding her legs, while Haley grabbed her upper body, and we carried her to the closet.
She knew what we were going to do, and she started struggling again, but once again, she was helpless, and we stuffed her in the closet. The closet remained Atusa-full until we finally opened it back up to let her loose about ten minutes before Mom and Dad got home.
She was ready to scream at us, but we had some blackmail set. For the two hours she was trapped in the closet, we took her diary and wrote everything she had in it all over our computer. With that, we threatened to post it all over the Internet if she ever told our parents, and if she ever tried to make our lives miserable again. Her ego was too big, and as expected, she caved.
We would threaten her with the diary all the time, getting us whatever we wanted. She stopped giving us hell, she let us watch TV in the living room, and sometimes, she even let us tie her up again and tickle her precious feet some more.
Anyway, in the end, our scheme worked. Everything changed after all that, and from that, I learned how sweet revenge is and how I can make it work. My life has been so much better as of that moment, and I have my own witty mind to thank for it!