It was a miserable Friday night, in many ways. Not only had the heavens opened, and it was raining more or less horizontally, I had to give up going to this party I had been looking forward to for ages, to go babysitting a brat of a boy. The only upside to the whole situation was the (in my opinion huge) check that was going to come my way afterwards. He was 15 years old and didn’t need a babysitter, for crying out loud! I didn’t need one at that age, anyway. But as I said, the amount paid for only a couple of hours’ work, was certainly nothing to be sneezed at.
As I had been promised, the front door was unlocked when I arrived. I went in and started looking for him. He was nowhere to be found. Not until I reached the bedroom, that is. Then I saw him. And what a sight it was. I almost laughed out loud. He was sitting in the middle of the room, in a hard wooden chair. He was tied to the chair by the waist and chest. His ankles were tied separately to the legs of the chair and (I found out when I looked behind him) his elbows and wrists were tied together. A ball-gag made his cheeks bulge, and his head was bandaged from the nose up, making an effective blindfold. For some reason, he was dressed in a black leotard and thick, white tights.
When he heard me come in the room, he started “mphâ€ing as loud as he could, though I was barely able to hear him, standing only a few feet away.
An envelope with my name on it was sticky-taped to the front of the leotard. I opened it and started reading. It read: “Dear ...! As you can see, we’ve tied him up. This was done at his request. He sometimes asks one of us to do so, especially at weekends. Sometimes he only wants to be tied for one or two hours at a time, sometimes for the whole weekend, including the nights. He gets his hands and feet tied together anyway before he goes to bed. We have done so, ever since he was old enough to get into trouble, if you know what I mean. The only thing you have to do tonight, is asking him if he wants to be untied at fairly regular intervals, and we’ll see you when we get back. We hope you’ll have as pleasant an evening as we will.â€
I took the gag out of his mouth and asked him, if he was all right. He said he was, the only thing was, he needed the bathroom. I could hear, from the sound of his voice, he was becoming quite desperate. I untied him from the chair and asked him: “Do you want me to take the blindfold offâ€
“No,†he answered, “just untie my arms and hands for the moment, and then gag me and tie me back in the chair, when I get back. I promise I won’t be a nuisance.†I freed him completely, and he hurried away, careful not to trip over anything, though. Soon, I could hear him coming back, more slowly this time. He sat down in the chair and I picked up the ropes. “I can’t promise I can do as good a job tying you up as your parents did, but I’ll give it a go.â€
“It’s OK, I understand.†he said. â€Practice makes perfect, after all. Before you gag me, could you give me a glass of water? Having a large gag in your mouth sure makes you thirsty!†With his guidance, I think I made rather a good job of tying him to the chair. After having given him the glass of water he wanted and gagging him, I asked him to check the knots to see if they were too loose or too tight. He tugged hard at the ropes, but it was soon evident I had made a good job, tying him to the chair.
I spent the rest of the night watching TV, drinking soda, eating crisps, and checking up on him from time to time. In other words, a normal Friday night