Despite everything, she puts us through in this story; she’s still our favourite candidate if you want a babysitter, or someone to hang out with. We promise!
Who “we†are? Let me introduce everyone of any importance in this story. They are, in no particular order:
Peter (that’s me) 14 years old
Sandra (my sister, and a major pain in the arse, if you ask me) 16 years old, rapidly advancing the 60’s
Wanda (the babysitter) 30 something
OK, here goes! Our parents were going away for a couple of hours, and asked Wanda if she could stay with us until they came back. She, naturally, said she could. It just so happens, she likes us as much as we like her. She’s great at devising things for us to do. She’s often said, she could spend time with us, even without her getting paid.
The moment she stepped through the door, the look she gave us, told me she had something special in mind for us. No sooner had we said “Good bye, see you soon†to our parents and closed the door, than she said:â€I need you two,†she said, needlessly pointing at us, “to change your clothes. In this bag, I’ve got a few things I want you to wear. I think they’ll fit you.†She gave us a couple of plastic bags. When I looked inside mine, I saw a leotard and a pair of pantyhose. “As I understand it,†she continued, “neither one of you have been tied up before. Is that correct?†We looked at each other and shook our heads.
“Well then!†she beamed. “Why don’t we try doing two things at once? In your case, Peter, make that three. I take it you’ve never worn a leotard and pantyhose before?†Once again, I shook my head, too stunned to answer verbally. “Well then, off you go. When you come back, I’ll have everything set up here.â€
We did as she told us, and when we came back, she had put the contents of a third plastic bag on a table. When she saw us, she said:â€The two of you look adorable. You know that, don’t you? Now come over here, and we’ll begin. We’ll start with the basics.†Wanda told me to put my hands behind my back, about a foot apart, folded a piece of rope in two and gave it to Sandra. Before long, I had my hands tightly tied behind my back. Wanda inspected Sandra’s work, giving her a thumbs-up. Then, using the same technique, Sandra tied a rope around my thighs, just above my knees, as well as around my ankles. She helped me sit down on the floor, and Wanda said; “Now you have a choice; either leave him like this, or put him in what’s called “hogtieâ€. If you choose the hogtie-alternative, you just put him on his stomach, bend his knees and connect his wrists to his ankles, using a rope. But if it were up to me, I’d leave him like this. A hogtie would be a bit too advanced, I think.†They left me there, bound, for about half an hour, before freeing me. Then I bound Sandra the same way.
When it was time for me to release her, I was told not to release Sandra’s hands or knees, just her feet. Then Wanda tied me as before (but excluding the ankles), and told us both to sit down in a couple of chairs. She tied us to them, using a rope around our waists and chests. She went to get two long strips of cloth, folded in half lengthways. She tied a soft ball in the middle of it, and she forced it in our mouths, past our teeth, knotting them off behind our heads. Finally, she blindfolded us both. Then she said:â€I’ve just devised a little competition for you. Whoever gets out of the bonds first, get to decide what will happen to the one who loose. There will be no time-limit as such but remember, your parents can, and will, be coming through the door soon. So I suggest you get moving. But not until I say the word ‘go’.â€
Then, she left us sitting there, trying to get free. I managed doing so, just in time to hear a key being inserted into the keyhole and our parents coming in to the room. I thought they’d have a fit and forbid Wanda coming over ever again, but they just smiled and asked if we’d had as great a day as they had had
It wasn’t long, before Wanda’s services were called upon, once again. This time, it would be for an entire weekend. When she came, we had already changed into our leotards and pantyhose.
She asked us, if we’d like to spend the weekend at her place. That question surprised me at least, because it would mean I’d have to put my trousers back on, and maybe even a sweater. I must have looked a bit disappointed, because she said:
“Don’t look so down in the dumps. You’re worried about your clothes, aren’t you?†When I nodded, she smiled and said we’d soon have other things to worry about, besides our clothes, or lack thereof. She was actually going to tie our hands behind our backs, before we left. That is, if we wanted her to? She’d of course hang coats over our shoulders to hide our bound arms. As she lived not far from us, we immediately said ‘yes’. Luckily, the walk there was, for the most part, uneventful. We only got a few curious glances from people passing by.
She lived on the top floor, but there was no elevator. When we got there, we soon realized just how difficult it is to climb stairs, when you can’t use your arms for support or balance. We entered Wanda’s apartment, and Sandra almost immediately blurted out she had almost fallen down the stairs a couple of times.
Wanda herded us into a room, with chains hanging down from what looked to be slots in the ceiling. She said she was going to temporarily release our hands, and retie them in front of us. “No need,†Sandra said. “Pete and I are so flexible we can get them in front of us, without first being released. Aren’t we, Pete?†If it had been possible, I would have burnt her to a crisp, with my stare. As it was, I only nodded.
“OK! A little less talk, a little more action then, if you please.†With those words, we got started. At first, I intensely studied what Sandra was doing, but as I got the hang of it, I gradually overtook the lead, more and more. The most critical moment, both for Sandra and me, came as we were trying to get our bound hands past our feet, but after having looked like overturned tortoises for a while, we finally did it. I got to my feet one minute or two before my sister, and Wanda praised us for having done such a great job. As it had been hard work, we could only manage a nod.
Wanda grabbed the ropes connecting our hands, and led us to the chains. She connected my hands to one chain, and Sandra’s to the other. Then she bent down and, spreading our legs wide apart, tied our feet to rings bolted into the floor. After having done that, she went over to a winch, and slowly, very slowly, started cranking. Gradually, our hands were raised in the air. In fact, she didn’t stop until our feet would have left the floor, had it not been for our bound feet. She walked behind us, tightly blindfolding first Sandra, then me.
After that, I could hear Wanda leaving us, only to come back, sometime later.
She must have changed at least her shoes, as it now sounded as if she wore very high heeled ones. As the “click, clackâ€-ing sound of the heels got closer, I could hear Sandra starting to writhe, and start laughing uncontrollably, a few moments later.
Then suddenly, while Sandra was still laughing, I started having strange sensations, kind of like little feet walking up and down my body. At first, I clenched my teeth. ‘No,’ I thought, ‘she is NOT going to make me laugh, the way Sandra is! She simply is NOT!’ But of course, within a few minutes, I was. An eternity later, the tickle torture ended. We were allowed to catch our breath. Then I heard Wanda say:â€As the two of you made such a noise, I will now gag you. I don´t want the neighbours wondering what I´m doing, now do I?â€
I heard Sandra moan, but it gradually got fainter and fainter, until I could hardly hear her. I also heard what sounded like tape being applied to something, presumably to her head.
Then, I felt a firm grip on my lower jaw, forcing my mouth open. Something was put into it, filling it almost to the point of bursting. The lower half of my face was covered with strips of fabric. Then my head was thoroughly taped up. Our mouths and eyes were from then on, as it were, ‘out of commission’. For how long, none of us knew at that point.
The torture lasted for quite awhile, far too long, in my opinion. Then, my hands were brought down, and unhooked from the chain, and my feet freed. It was quite a relief to be able actually to walk around, after all of that.
Suddenly I heard my sisters’ voice, whispering in my ear: “Having fun yet, bro?†It suddenly dawned on me, that maybe I was the only one being tickled, the whole time. If so, my revenge would be slow and gruesome. Definitely not swift, but all good things come to those who wait. Doesn’t it?
The tape and fabric around my eyes were removed and I could indeed see, I was the only one, having my hands tied. Sandra even had had time to change clothes. If I hadn’t been gagged still, I would have called her some things, highly unsuitable for a boy my age. Or any age, for that matter.
As there were two of them, and only one of me, my hands were swiftly tied behind my back, and I was forced to sit, next to one of the rings in the floor. My hands were fastened to it, and I was forced to bend my knees, so my feet could be tied to the other one. It was a bit uncomfortable, and I was left like that, for some time. Eventually, I was led to the, by now badly needed, bathroom.