## Babysitting trickery. m/f; f/m

Post by Ducttapestar » Fri May 15, 2009 2:37 pm

Time to go back aways. This happened when I was 8.
It was one of those nights my parents decided to go away. I knew I what that meant. Babysitter. I didn't like having babysitters at all. My only consolation was that I had a little sister who usually took up most of her time. But this was different. See, My sister was staying at a friend's house for the weekend. Which meant I'd be the only one there to look after. I cou;dn't sneak out of the house unnoticed now.
"Crap," I thought. But then I got an idea. (If you actually need me to tell you, you're stupid. lol )
After gathering suplies, I waited for Mrs. Dean (my usual babysitter) to come. But then, a curveball; It wasn't Mrs. Dean, but a girl across the street, named Samantha. I needed something more elaborate than just sneaking up and tying her up.
When Samantha came, we went through the usual pleasentries. Then my parents left.
"Good," I thought, "I have all evening. Let's do this." I got everything ready in my room. 50 ft. of clothes line. 4 peices of rope 4 ft.long each. One blue cowboy bandanna. And a chair I swiped from the kitchen. I then started to bug her, hoping she'd beg me to stop. Sure enough, an hour later she asked,
"What will it take to get you to be quiet?"
"If you play a game with me."
"What kind of game?" she asked. I smiled and said,
"You'll see." I led her upstairs into my room. As soon as she saw the ropes, She groaned.
"What are the rules?"
"I tie you up and you have to try to escape. If you can't, I stay up as long as I want." Strangly enough, she agreed.
"It's a deal, squirt." And she sat down on the chair and put her hands out in front of her. I should have smelled a trap right then, but I was too young and too excited. I started to tie her hands together with 2 of my 4 ft. ropes. I then used the other 2 on her ankles.
"You're really enjoying this, aren't you?" she asked as I strated tying her to the chair with the clothesline.
"Haha, little," I answered.
"Good," she said. After finishing her arms, I grabbed the bandanna andtied it over her mouth. Then I stepped back to admire my handy-work. She looked like a Damsel in Distress from TV. I decided to leave her alone and get a snack.
Not 10 minuites later, there was a hand on my shoulder. Samantha.
"You never said what happens if I win, so I'm making it up."
"You can't do that," I said.
"Sure I can. But I'm helping you out." By this time we were going up to my room. "See I'm gonna show you how to do this right." With that, she threw me on the bed and grabbed a rope and started tying my hands behind me.
"You can't tie someone's hands in front of them unless you want them to escape." she explained She also tied annother rope around the middle of that to secure me. Next she tied my ankles together sort of loosly. But not for long; she quickly tied annother rope around the middle of my feet to tighten them. My feet weren't going anywhere.
"The next step is to gag your victim well," she said With that, she started working my socks off of my feet, rolled them up, stuffed them into my mouth, and tied the bandanna around my head, effectively gagging me.
"Then, you have to make sure you tie them tightly to avoid escape," she continued. She used the Clothesline to tie around my ankles and strted wrapping it around my legs and up my body. When she got to my chest, she took the rope around my shoulders and wrapped down my body and tied the knot securely. I wasn't going anywhere. She got right beside me and whispered in my ear,
"You know what we do next?" I shook my head and "mmphed" softly.
"We torture the victim." And with that, she strted digging her fingers into my sides. I strated laughing uncontrolably and she kept at it. She even tickled my feet.
I don't know how long this lasted, But by the time she untied me and gave me a drink, I was exausted. I got dressed for bed and she camein to say goodnight.
"Did you have fun, Troy?" she asked.
"A little. But no making up rules." I told her. She laughed.
"Tell you what," she said, " I don't tell on you, and you don't tell on me. Is it a deal?" I agreed imediately. My parent's weren't the most understanding parents. They wouldn't be happy at all if they knew I played tie up games.
"Sweet dreams Troy." Said Samantha and she left the room. I was out like a light almost instantly.
THE END.