## The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by milagros317 » Sat Sep 25, 2010 9:26 am

The following is a fictional story.
The Greatest Babysitter
Karen never wanted to babysit for Jay again. She told his mother exactly that.
â€œNo, I donâ€™t want to,â€ she said on the phone. â€œOne time babysitting him was enough, more than enough, actually. Do you want to hear the whole story?â€
â€œGo ahead,â€ said Betty, a widow aged 35, and the mother of Jay, who was 12. â€œAll I know is that when I came home two weeks ago, you looked unhappy, Jay looked unhappy, and both of you just said â€˜Fine,â€™ when I asked how things went.â€
â€œFive minutes after you left, Jay asked me to play a game, and I told him I would. He left the room and came back with lots of clothesline and told me he was a robber and I was a store clerk that he was going to tie me up. I had to grab his hands to stop him from starting to tie me to the chair I was sitting in. I told him no way I was letting him play any game that involves me getting tied up.â€
â€œI see,â€ said Betty.
â€œHe looked unhappy but put the rope away,â€ said Karen. â€œThen I started to do my homework. He snuck up on me, crawling on the floor, and tickled my feet.â€
â€œOh, he does that to all the babysitters, if they take their shoes off,â€ said Betty.
â€œOnce I wouldnâ€™t have minded. But after I told him not to, he did it again. And then a third time. Thatâ€™s when I put my shoes back on.â€
â€œThat was really naughty of him,â€ Betty admitted.
â€œYou had told me not to spank him, so I didnâ€™t, but I wanted to. After I put my shoes back on he just sulked and then disappeared into his room. I did get to do some homework undisturbed for an hour, but then I heard him coming back out of his room and saw that he had the rope again, and some duct tape, too. He admitted that he was hoping to sneak up and tie my hands before I could stop him.â€
â€œVery unlikely,â€ said Betty, â€œthat you wouldnâ€™t be able to stop him. You must be 5 feet 10 inches tall already and heâ€™s close to average for a 12-year-old boy, 5 feet even and 95 pounds.â€
â€œIâ€™m 5â€™11â€, actually,â€ said Karen. â€œWhen my mother was 16, my age, she was just about my height but she wound up at 6â€™3â€, so I guess Iâ€™ve still got some growing to do. Youâ€™re right in that I wasnâ€™t worried about him overpowering me, but I just found it extremely annoying to have to push him away, over and over again, from tickling me or trying to tie me up. I donâ€™t want to babysit him again and I think you can understand why not.â€
â€œI do understand,â€ said Betty. â€œListen, Iâ€™m desperate. I have a deal to offer you. I have a way of guaranteeing that he wonâ€™t bother at all, that he wonâ€™t be any trouble. I truly, desperately need a babysitter for all of Columbus Day weekend. You could earn about 75 hoursâ€™ pay, from Friday evening until late Monday night.â€
â€œI could sure use the money,â€ said Karen. â€œBut how could you guarantee that he wonâ€™t give me any trouble?â€
â€œIn part because Iâ€™ll give you permission to spank him,â€ said Betty. â€œAnd the rest youâ€™ll see for yourself. Listen, hereâ€™s the deal. Just come over here on Friday, be here by 6p.m. sharp. If you arenâ€™t satisfied that the situation is to your liking, then Iâ€™ll pay you for one hour and you can go home.â€
â€œIn that case I have nothing to lose,â€ said Karen, â€œitâ€™s only a five minute bike ride to your house from ours. Why are you so desperate for a babysitter, if I may ask?â€
â€œMy husband died just over five years ago,â€ said Betty. â€œI began dating again about three years ago. This is the first time that Iâ€™ve met a guy that I really like and itâ€™s getting serious. Heâ€™s asked me to go to the mountains with him for the holiday weekend. Iâ€™ve called over a dozen babysitters and nobody wants the job.â€
â€œHave they babysat him before, too?â€ asked Karen.
â€œSome have and others have heard about him from them. Apparently heâ€™s succeeded in tying up two different babysitters before, pretending it was a game, and then he tickled them insane. I never knew. I guess they were too embarrassed to complain about it at the time. They told me all about it today when I begged them to babysit Nobody wants to risk sleeping in the same house alone with him. I canâ€™t send him to relatives, either. I donâ€™t have any relatives living near here any more, none closer than 3,000 miles away, in California. Please, please, just come over on Friday and see for yourself what Iâ€™ve got planned.â€
â€œIâ€™ll do that,â€ said Karen, â€œIâ€™ll be there at six oâ€™clock.â€
Karen rang the doorbell two minutes before six oâ€™clock and Betty let her in. She was glad to see that Karen was carrying a duffel bag.
â€œThatâ€™s just in case I do stay,â€ said Karen, noting her glance.
â€œHeâ€™s been fed dinner already,â€ said Betty, â€œand all the meals youâ€™ll need are in the big freezer in the basement. Iâ€™m already packed and ready to drive to meet Samuel at his house.â€
â€œJust a moment,â€ said Karen. â€œI need to see whatever you claim is a guarantee that Jay wonâ€™t be trying to tie me up, sneaking up on me and tickling me, or coming into my room at night while Iâ€™m asleep with rope and duct tape.â€
â€œCome with me,â€ said Betty.
Karen followed her upstairs to Jayâ€™s bedroom. Once they were in the room, Karen couldnâ€™t help but laugh and laugh at the sight of him. Betty laughed as well.
Jay was tied up on the floor, on a big puppy pad that had been placed on the rug. He was lying on his belly. Half a dozen coils of rope, cinched, held his right wrist to his left elbow, behind his back. His left wrist was similarly attached to his right elbow. His forearms were tied together as well, and that rope went around his chest, holding his arms close to his back.
His legs were tied together at the upper thighs, above the knees, below the knees, at the calves, and at the ankles. His ankles were bent back and a separate rope attached them to the ropes around his forearms. It was quite a strict hogtie. He was wearing a green t-shirt and blue jeans and his feet were bare. His big toes were tied together with a shoelace.
An ace bandage was wrapped around his head, keeping something out of sight firmly in his mouth. He was blindfolded with a black wool muffler.
Jay, hearing the laughter, grunted through his gag.
â€œAfter talking to the two babysitters that he tied up and tickled,â€ said Betty, â€œIâ€™ve decided to let his punishment fit his crime. He tickled both of them until they wet themselves. The puppy pad is so he wonâ€™t stain the rug and there are more of them in a big gray box in the garage. You should know that heâ€™s extremely ticklish, dreadfully ticklish, especially on the bottoms of his feet.â€
Jay grunted loudly through his gag.
â€œYou shut up, young man,â€ said Betty. â€œLet me tell Karen how this is going to work, and you listen so that youâ€™re reminded, too, of what I told you earlier. He stays tied up all weekend, Karen. Even when you let him go to the bathroom, his legs stay hobbled. There are padded wrist and ankle cuffs, comfortable enough for sleeping, to tie him to the four bedposts overnight. They have padlocks. During the day, heâ€™s only to be ungagged when you feed him. If he gives you any trouble at all, if he disobeys you or even talks back to you while obeying, then give him a spanking, a long and hard spanking. Heâ€™s to submit to being tied up again in any position you dictate, at any time, at your orders. Nod your head if you understand me, Jay William.â€
Jay, knowing that his mother used his middle name only when she was deadly serious, nodded his head.
â€œI do believe that the situation is to my liking,â€ said Karen with a grin. â€œSo I think that I will take the job and stay for the weekend.â€
â€œExcellent,â€ said Betty, â€œIâ€™ll be driving off now then. Donâ€™t forget how dreadfully ticklish he is, Karen, and how he needs to be taught a lesson.â€
â€œIâ€™ll do my best,â€ said Karen. â€œEnjoy your weekend.â€
Hearing the car drive away, Karen kicked off her loafers, leaving her lovely size 11 feet bare. She walked over to Jay and poked his nose with her toes.
â€œYouâ€™re in quite a pickle, Jay,â€ she said. â€œThat rhymes with tickle and youâ€™d probably like to tickle that bare foot of mine thatâ€™s poking you in the nose right now. But you wonâ€™t get to do that. Iâ€™m going barefoot all weekend, but all that you will ever do is sometimes be able to look at my feet, never touch them. How sad for you. On the other hand, your own bare feet seem to be sticking up in the air, helpless. And your rib cage is quite exposed, too, except for a few ropes here and there. How amusing.â€
Sitting on the floor near him, Karen bent back his toes with one hand. The fact that his big toes were tied together made that easier. She began with just one finger of the other hand, stroking from his heel to the base of his toes, over and over again.
Jay began to giggle and then to laugh audibly through his gag. Karen began to use two fingers and then three. Jay laughed louder and squirmed. He could barely wriggle in his ropes. Karen progressed to all five fingers and began to tickle faster. She glanced at her watch for a moment to note the time when she began the all-out tickling. Jay howled through his gag.
â€œI can hear that you mother hasnâ€™t packed enough into your mouth before putting that Ace bandage around it,â€ she said. â€œIâ€™ll have to remedy that after your first round of tickling, but donâ€™t worry, that wonâ€™t be for quite a while.â€
Jay was not reassured by the mention of a â€˜first roundâ€™ nor by the estimate of its length. He was in tickle hell, unable to defend himself or move away. All he could do was lie there and laugh, hoping that Karen would eventually show mercy.
Instead of showing mercy, she explored every part of his sole, noting which areas were most ticklish. His very worst spot turned out to be the center of the ball of his foot. Digging her fingernails in there drove him crazy.
After twenty minutes by her watch, Karen paused and let him catch his breath. She waited about a minute before shifting her position seated near him to better get at his ribs. She dug into his rib cage on both sides, with all ten fingers.
â€œNow that Iâ€™ve seen that your mother was right about your feet, Iâ€™m testing your ribs,â€ she told him.
Jay began to buck and squirm again, but could hardly move at all. Karen kneaded her thumbs into his ribs for a while, noting that he howled when she did that. She found that his collarbones and neck were ticklish as well. She returned to his ribs, kneading each one separately to find his most ticklish spot. She smiled as she noted that the fourth rib from the bottom on each side was a golden tickle spot, one that he could hardly bear. He did bear it, however, as she put her thumbs on those spots on both sides and dug in, over and over and over again. She could see that his blindfold was wet with tears when she paused again to let him breathe freely.
â€œCatch your breath, Jay, while you can. Iâ€™ve hardly begun to tickle you, you know. I wasnâ€™t sure Iâ€™d be staying here so I ate an early dinner at home. I donâ€™t need to eat and youâ€™ve been fed, so I donâ€™t see any need to change your position any time soon. Youâ€™ve had enough of a break, think.â€
With that statement she dug into the golden spots on the fourth ribs and smiled as he began to howl all over again. She tickled without a pause and began to taunt him.
â€œPoor little baby Jay! So ticklish, so very ticklish and so very helpless. All tied up and not about to escape, hogtied and barefoot, utterly helpless. Poor little ticklish baby! Did you know you were very cute like this? Yes, youâ€™re just a cute little helpless ticklish baby boy, all mine. All mine to tickle and tickle and tickle, just as long as I want to. How sweet! Your mother didnâ€™t tell me the names of the two babysitters that you tricked into letting you tie them up, but Iâ€™ll bet they wish they could be here now. That gives me an idea for tomorrow, actually. Poor ticklish baby! Iâ€™m going to drive you insane with tickling.â€
When Karen could hear that he was having trouble breathing, she stopped. She waited patiently until his breath seemed normal.
â€œTime to gag you better,â€ she remarked, getting up and removing the Ace bandage from his mouth. She pulled out a thin handkerchief that had been rolled up inside of it. She also removed his blindfold.
â€œNo wonder you were making so much noise through your gag,â€ she said. â€œYou definitely need a more substantial gag. Iâ€™ll be right back.â€
Jay didnâ€™t answer; he was still panting but had stopped crying.
Karen got a pair of thick gym socks from her duffel bag. She also got two regular toothbrushes, two electric toothbrushes, and two hairbrushes with plastic bristles from the upstairs bathroom.
â€œI need water before you gag me again,â€ said Jay.
â€œThatâ€™s not a polite way to ask,â€ said Karen. She stuck her right foot under his chin. â€œKiss all of my toes and ask politely, then you may get some water.â€
With some difficulty Jay was able to move his head enough to kiss each of her toes. â€œPlease may I have some water?â€ he asked. â€œIâ€™m very thirsty.â€
â€œOf course,â€ she said. â€œAll you had to do is ask politely. Iâ€™m here to take care of you, after all.â€
Karen left the room and returned with a bottle of water and a straw. She knelt down and carefully turned him over on his side. Then she propped up his head and fed him the whole bottle of water.
She stood up and placed the bare sole of her left foot against his mouth.
â€œKiss ten times and then thank me,â€ she said.
Jay kissed her sole ten times with closed lips and then said, â€œThank you so much for the water.â€
â€œYouâ€™re very welcome,â€ said Karen.
She stuffed an entire thick gym sock into his mouth. Then she re-wrapped the Ace bandage around his head, firmly holding the sock in his mouth. She replaced his blindfold.
â€œThat will be a much better gag than the little handkerchief your mother used,â€ she noted. â€œAnd youâ€™re lucky itâ€™s clean. Tomorrow Iâ€™ll have soiled gym socks to use after my jogging.â€
Jay winced at that statement as she rolled him back onto his belly. She checked all the ropes and took the time to tighten some of the knots.
â€œReady for round two of your tickling?â€ she asked brightly.
She experimented on his bare soles with the regular toothbrushes, the electric toothbrushes, and the hairbrushes. She found that the toothbrushes of either type were devastating between his toes, it drove him mad to have them rubbed there. But even better was scrubbing a hairbrush on that perfect spot in the center of the ball of his foot. He practically levitated off the floor when she did thatâ€”clearly it tickled him out of his mind.
Karen grinned and used the hairbrush on first one foot, then the other, then back to the first, always using her other hand to hold back his toes. His sobbing was harder than before as he was laughing so hard that he couldnâ€™t hold back the tears.
â€œPoor little baby boy,â€ she taunted him. â€œSo very ticklish on your soles and so very helpless. I wonder where your mother learned such good bondage techniques. No matter, Iâ€™m quite good at tying people up, too, I have four younger sisters. Tickle, tickle, tickle, little baby Jay! Iâ€™m going to tickle you until you pee in your pants.â€
Lost in the joy of tickling him insane, tickling his defenseless soles relentlessly, she never even noticed when he did wet his pants. She only noticed the smell a few minutes later.
â€œWise of your mother to use the puppy pad,â€ she said, without pausing in her relentless tickling of his soles. â€œIâ€™ll get a new one from the garage later to put under you on your bed tonight.â€
With just a few more pauses for Jay to catch his breath, Karen tickled him without mercy, remembering that he needed to be taught a lesson, remembering what he had done to two previous babysitters and been plotting to do to her the first time she babysat for him. Finally, seeing it was 9:30pm, she stopped.
Karen got up and removed Jayâ€™s gag and blindfold. Leaving him hogtied, she went to use the bathroom herself.
â€œListen, Jay, that was a lot of fun for me, tickling you for hours, watching you squirm and laugh and even wet yourself,â€ she said upon returning to his room. â€œNot so much fun for you, I bet.â€
Jay, now back to normal breath and face color, just said, â€œRight.â€
â€œIâ€™ll make you a deal,â€ said Karen. â€œNo need to do what your mother said, leave you partially tied to use the bathroom, if you promise me to behave yourself. Iâ€™ll put your pajamas in the bathroom, untie you, and walk with you there. Iâ€™ll close the window first. Iâ€™ll be listening right outside the bathroom door, which will be open one inch, Iâ€™m not a fool. If I hear you open the window or see you close the door, then Iâ€™m coming right in. But behave and you can have privacy to shower and use the toilet. Otherwise youâ€™ll be partially tied up and have no privacy. What do you say?â€
â€œYes, thank you, I promise to behave.â€
Jay kept his word and behaved himself, showering and brushing his teeth and then putting on his pajamas in the bathroom with Karen just outside. She kept her word and didnâ€™t peek.
When he emerged she told him to go to his room and lie on his back on his bed with all four limbs outstretched. She followed him in there.
She locked the two padded leather wrist cuffs around his wrists with padlocks. She tied them, via their D-rings, to the bedposts at the head of his bed, securely but with a few inches of slack so that his arms werenâ€™t strained.
â€œKeep still while I get a new puppy pad,â€ she said.
She got one from the garage and brought it upstairs. She put it under him on the bed. She locked both padded leather ankle cuffs on his ankles with padlocks. She tied them, via their D-rings, to the bedposts at the foot of his bed, also with a few inches of slack so his legs wouldnâ€™t cramp during the night. She put a top sheet and a blanket over him, leaving his head and arms sticking out at one end and his ankles and feet at the other.
Karen pulled a chair over to the side of his bed. She kissed him on the forehead, very tenderly, and sat down. She spoke softly to him.
â€œYou know why youâ€™re being punished, Jay, because you canâ€™t resist tying girls up and tickling them. That would be fine if they liked it or gave you permission, but itâ€™s not right if you force them or trick them. Your mother has decided your punishment is to fit the crime. That is, youâ€™re going to be tied up and tickled yourself, all weekend. I wonâ€™t pretend itâ€™s not fun for me, it is. But I will always be careful to keep track of your breathing, and give you breaks to catch your breath. Iâ€™ll tie you so as not to cut off circulation, and let you have water and food when you need it. In return, I expect you to be very well behaved and, above all, obedient. Iâ€™m a very strong young woman and I donâ€™t want to have to spank you hard, the way your mother said I should if you even think of disobeying me. Do you understand?â€
â€œYes, Karen,â€ said Jay. â€œPlease donâ€™t be too hard on me, Iâ€™m dreadfully ticklish.â€
â€œSo I noticed,â€ said Karen. â€œWell, I might be disposed to be kind to you if you show me how much you appreciate it. I was disappointed the way you kissed my sole when I told you to kiss it to thank me earlier tonight.â€
â€œBut I kissed it ten times just like you said,â€ replied Jay.
â€œYou did, but with closed lips,â€ said Karen. â€œTo show me that you appreciate my kindness and that you like me, I want to feel your tongue. In fact, it would be better if you kissed my feet the way a nice, friendly puppy would, by licking them.â€
Still sitting in the chair, she extended her left foot to his head, the sole at his lips. He began to lick her foot, along the whole length of the sole, from her heel to her toes.
â€œThatâ€™s a good boy,â€ she said, â€œsuch a good boy! Now start counting to yourself, not out loud, and give me a hundred licks beginning now.â€
When he stopped, she extended right leg, putting her sole to his lips. She was pleased that he began licking without being prompted to do so, and licked a bit more than the full hundred times on that sole, too.
Karen stood up and checked the four padlocks and the ropes. She once more kissed him on the forehead, very tenderly.
â€œGood night, my sweet little ticklish baby boy. Weâ€™ll have such fun tomorrow!â€
Note: This story will be continued if there is interest.
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet.
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### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by luckydog3 » Sat Sep 25, 2010 10:21 am

Um...I think you better keep going!

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by milagros317 » Sun Sep 26, 2010 10:44 am

On Saturday morning, Jay woke up abruptly when Karen sat on his legs and began to tickle the soles of his feet. She did it lightly, playfully, not at all like the extreme tickling he had gotten the day before.
â€œWake up, sleepyhead,â€ she said, still tickling his feet. â€œItâ€™s past 8 oâ€™clock and time for you to get out of bed.â€
She got up from the bed and sat down in a chair near it.
â€œIâ€™ll make you a deal. Iâ€™ll unlock these cuffs and let you go the bathroom yourself, shower, and get dressed, put on clean underpants, blue jeans, and a t-shirt, all by yourself. Iâ€™ll trust you, in other words. But you have to promise to be the most obedient, well-behaved boy Iâ€™ve ever seen, all day, while I tie you up any way that I want to. Agreed?â€
â€œYes, Karen,â€ said Jay. â€œMay I please lick your feet again to seal our agreement?â€
Karen laughed. â€œI thought you were enjoying that,â€ she said. â€œSure, go right ahead.â€
She raised her left leg and put her sole on his lips. He licked and licked, one hundred times. She changed legs and he did the same to her right sole.
Karen got up and unlocked all four cuffs, freeing his wrists and ankles. She left the cuffs tied to the four bedposts by their D-rings, which Jay correctly took to mean that he would be bound to his bed again when night came.
When Jay came downstairs he went right into the kitchen. One of sturdy wooden dining room chairs was at the kitchen table, with a large supply of rope nearby on the counter. There was a puppy pad on the seat of the chair. Without a word, he sat down in that chair and put his arms on its wooden arms.
â€œVery good,â€ said Karen. â€œThatâ€™s exactly where youâ€™re going to be tied for breakfast. Iâ€™ve already eaten, so Iâ€™m going to tie you to that chair, very securely, and then feed you. Also, Iâ€™m glad to see that youâ€™re barefoot. Those very sensitive feet of yours are going to get quite a work-out today.â€
Karen began by tying his wrists to the arms of the chair and then also his elbows. Checking that those knots were secure and out of the reach of his fingers, she nevertheless wrapped duct tape around his fingers, rendering them useless. She tied a longer rope intricately around his upper arms, his chest, and the back of the chair, pressing his back firmly into it. She then tied his waist to the back of chair, quite securely.
Karen tied his legs together at the thighs, just above his knees. She then tied his now joined thighs to the seat of the chair. She wrapped duct tape around his thighs and the seat of the chair, hiding these ropes and making his bondage more secure.
She tied his legs together below the knees and at the ankles. A final rope around his ankles was used to pull them back well under the chair. She secured this rope to one of the back legs of the chair and then tied his ankles to the other back leg as well.
â€œIâ€™ll allow you to see while Iâ€™m feeding you,â€ she said. â€œAnd I notice that youâ€™re looking down to sneak peeks at my bare feet. Do you think that theyâ€™re pretty?â€
Jay blushed as he answered, â€œYes, very pretty.â€
Karen laughed. â€œIf youâ€™re a very, very good boy, the best behaved boy in the world, then I might allow you to kiss them and lick them again later. But only if I want to.â€
She sat down in a kitchen chair next to him and fed him the scrambled eggs and toast that she had made, along with some orange juice. She wiped his mouth carefully afterward.
She picked up the sturdy chair, with him still tied in it, and carried it into the living room.
â€œWow, youâ€™re really strong,â€ said Jay as she put him down right under a hanging plant whose pot hung down from a large metal wall bracket near the ceiling.
â€œI play basketball in the fall and winter, tennis in the spring, and go canoeing in the summer,â€ said Karen. â€œThat keeps me fit, along with my jogging. I jog all year round. Which reminds me, I need to put on my athletic socks and jogging shoes.â€
Leaving him tied there, Karen left the room and went upstairs to the guest room where she was staying. She returned wearing white socks and size 11 Nike running shoes. She had put her long blonde hair back into a ponytail, too, he saw. She was also carrying the same white sock and Ace bandage she had used to gag him the day before.
â€œMy clean sock dried out overnight after being in your mouth so long,â€ she remarked.
Jay opened his mouth without even being ordered to do so and Karen smiled at that, stuffing the sock in and securing it with the Ace bandage wrapped around his head.
He was quite surprised when she untied his wrists, elbows, and arms. He used the relative freedom to rub his own wrists. She made no comment but left the room and returned with a kitchen chair that she placed beside him.
Standing on the kitchen chair, she removed the potted plant from where it hung. She climbed down and put it on the coffee table. He began to understand what was going on when she tied his wrists together securely, stood up on the chair again, and ordered him to raise his hands high above his head.
When he complied, she tied them to the metal bracket that had held the hanging plant. She left only about an inch of slack so that his arms were stretched up severely. She tied his elbows towards each other; he wasnâ€™t flexible enough to get them to touch.
â€œThat hogtie you were in yesterday,â€ said Karen, grinning like a cat contemplating a trapped mouse, â€œwas a fine position for tickling your soles, but it didnâ€™t afford much chance to get at your armpits.â€
Jayâ€™s eyes went wide even as she blindfolded him with the black wool muffler. He tensed and waited for the assault to begin under his arms. He didnâ€™t have to wait long; soon Karen was wiggling just one strong finger in each armpit. Then two fingers in each, then all five, wiggling furiously.
Jay howled with laughter through his gag. He wriggled and struggled but couldnâ€™t move at all in the chair tie. He howled and laughed, and laughed even more. He was again in tickle hell, unable to move or defend himself in any way, totally at her mercy.
Twenty minutes into the tickle torture, when she could see tears soaking the blindfold, when she could hear him breathing with difficulty, Karen showed mercy. She stopped the tickling and listened to him pant and regain his breath.
The doorbell rang and Jay tensed up.
â€œDonâ€™t worry,â€ said Karen, stroking his cheek affectionately. â€œThatâ€™s just two of my sisters. They know all about this, I talked to them on the phone last night after I put you to sleep.â€
Jay could hear Karen walking to the door and opening it. He heard laughter from other young women as well as from Karen. He heard footsteps approaching him. He felt Karen stroking his cheek again, just above the Ace bandage.
â€œItâ€™s just my sisters, Kerry and Kelly. I canâ€™t leave you alone all tied up like this, can I? Iâ€™m your babysitter and I must be sure to keep you safe, always.â€
She paused to stroke his cheek yet again and then kiss his forehead just above the blindfold.
â€œI will always keep you safe, my dear little bondage toy, my dear little ticklish captive,â€ she said. â€œKerry and Kelly will look after you while I do my jogging. Iâ€™ll be doing ten miles today so they will likely amuse themselves by tickling you.â€
â€œWeâ€™ll tickle you insane!â€ said Kelly.
â€œThat we will!â€ said Kerry.
â€œYou must give him a five minute break after every 20 minutes of tickling,â€ said Karen. â€œI donâ€™t want to come back here and see him blue in the face, understand?â€
â€œSure, Karen,â€ said Kerry. â€œIâ€™m the older one so Iâ€™ll be in charge and Iâ€™ll keep the time.â€
â€œBy all of ten minutes,â€ muttered Kelly, used to this treatment.
â€œThe twins are 14,â€ said Karen to Jay, â€œin case you were wondering. By promising to let them tickle you, I donâ€™t even have to give them any of the babysitting money Iâ€™ll be getting. I may go home after Iâ€™ve jogged and shower there, and take care of some things. But Iâ€™ll be back to feed you lunch, my little bondage baby.â€
With a final kiss on his forehead, Karen left him in the care of the twins.
Kerry tickled under his arms, taking the standing position where Karen had been. Kelly got down on the rug and attacked his bare soles, digging her fingernails in with enthusiasm. Jay howled and screeched with laughed, making considerable but unintelligible noise even through the thick sock gag.
Soon they could hear him crying again, laughing so hard that he was sobbing.
It was during his third break, after he had wet himself and soiled the puppy pad, that Kerry imitated her older sister and stroked his cheeks.
â€œDonâ€™t feel bad,â€ she said, â€œof course you couldnâ€™t hold it in forever. Karen has tickled us until we peed more than once, too. Youâ€™re really kind of cute all tied up like this. I think I like you. I wonder if you know our younger sisters, Katherine and Kristine. Theyâ€™re also twins, your age, 12, so you might be in their class at St. Bartâ€™s.â€
â€œNo, stupid,â€ said Kelly. â€œHe goes to public school, not St. Bartâ€™s. Letâ€™s change places. I want to get his armpits and you can get his feet.â€
â€œOK,â€ said Kerry. â€œBut I want to find that hairbrush. Karen said thatâ€™s better than fingernails for tickling his feet.â€
Kelly stood up and dug into his armpits with gusto. Kerry, after returning with the hairbrush with the plastic bristles, attacked his bare soles vigorously. Soon he was laughing so hard that he was sobbing, again.
Karen arrived back at the house at noon, having changed into blue jeans and a different t-shirt in her own house after jogging. She removed her shoes and socks at the door and luxuriated in rubbing her bare feet into the rug.
Kelly and Kerry stopped tickling Jay and greeted her.
â€œI see we did need the puppy pad,â€ said Karen.
â€œYeah, he wet himself at least twice,â€ said Kerry. â€œBut donâ€™t worry, we always gave him a break, after every 20 minutes of tickling. Heâ€™s really cute, especially all tied up and helpless like that.â€
â€œYes,â€ said Karen, â€œI thought that heâ€™d be a good first boyfriend for Kristine. She likes the cute boys she can boss around, not the macho boys.â€
â€œMaybe we should take him home as a gift for her,â€ said Kelly.
â€œNo, I donâ€™t think his mother would approve,â€ said Karen. â€œYou two run along home now, but be back tomorrow morning at the same time, and Monday morning, too. I need you here every day when I do my jogging.â€
Kelly and Kerry both hugged Jay and they kissed his cheeks above his gag.
â€œWe had so much fun playing with you, Jay,â€ said Kerry.
â€œYes, it was the best tie-up game ever,â€ said Kelly.
â€œWeâ€™ll be back for more tomorrow and Monday,â€ said Kerry.
Jay heard their footsteps and then heard the front door close as they left.
â€œThey really like you,â€ said Karen, â€œand why not, youâ€™re the best little ticklish bondage toy that any girl could want.â€
Karen brought over a kitchen chair again to untie his hands and restore the hanging plant to its rightful place. She carried his chair back to the kitchen.
â€œThereâ€™s microwave pizza that your mother left for lunch today,â€ she told him. â€œIâ€™m going to take off your blindfold and gag now and even leave your arms untied so you can eat the pizza yourself.â€
â€œThank you, Karen,â€ said Jay.
After lunch, Karen began to untie Jay from the wooden chair heâ€™d been in all day.
â€œListen,â€ she said. â€œYouâ€™ve proved that I can trust you. So hereâ€™s what youâ€™re going to do once Iâ€™ve untied you. Put the soiled puppy pad in the trash can in the garage. Get three new ones from the box there and put one on the floor in your bedroom, Iâ€™m going to hogtie tonight after dinner and tickle you there. Put one on your bed for overnight. Put the third one on the living room floor, weâ€™ll be using that one soon. Put your clothes in the laundry hamper in the bathroom, take a shower, and put on clean clothes. Then come back downstairs and lie on your belly on the puppy pad on the living room rug.â€
Now untied, Jay followed all of her instructions to the letter. She eventually saw him lying on his belly as instructed, wearing new jeans and a new t-shirt.
Karen hogtied him there, very securely, exactly as his mother had on Friday. Then she turned him on his side, belly and face towards the easy chair in the living room. She moved the chair near him and sat down.
â€œI have a treat for you this afternoon,â€ she said. â€œI have lots of reading to do for my history course, Iâ€™ve neglected it and thereâ€™s a test on Wednesday. Iâ€™m going to leave you with no gag and no blindfold. While I read, Iâ€™m going to use you as my footstool. Sometimes your belly, sometimes your side, and sometimes, when youâ€™re really lucky, your face. You may stare at my lovely bare feet. When I put one on your lips, you may lick it. I hope you realize how kind Iâ€™m being to you.â€
â€œYes, Karen,â€ said Jay, with genuine enthusiasm.
â€œAnd not a peep out of you, I need quiet for my reading,â€ she added.
It was the greatest afternoon of Jayâ€™s life, he decided, being used as a stool for the loveliest pair of bare feet heâ€™d ever seen, with occasional chances to lick them.
After dinner, with Jay in the same strict hogtie on the floor of his bedroom, Karen grinned down at him.
â€œThis eveningâ€™s surprise may not be as welcome as this afternoonâ€™s,â€ she said. â€œOpen wide.â€
He did so and winced at the acid taste of the used, sweaty sock that was thrust into his mouth. Karen laughed.
â€œThatâ€™s one of the socks I wore jogging today,â€ she said. â€œI even turned it inside out so that the part that was pressed against my sweating feet is now against your tongue.â€
She secured the sock firmly in his mouth with the Ace bandage and then blindfolded him.
â€œYou had the whole afternoon off from being tickled so I have no guilt in tickling the crap out of you now, over and over again, until your bedtime. And I have one more surprise for you. Remember that hairbrush that really drives you crazy on the ball of your foot? I used it last night and Kerry used it on you this morning. Well, I bought another one, just like it, in the pharmacy today. So I can do it to both of your soles at the same time.â€
As good as her word, Karen indeed tickled the crap out of him, over and over again, but with the mercy of a break after each 20 minutes of tickle torture. She was exhilarated by the time it was 9pm and she decided to get him ready for bed. He was exhausted, tickled out of his mind, once again having wet himself.
When he was in the four padded cuffs and tied down to the bed again, Karen sat in a chair near the bed and spoke with him.
â€œDid you have fun today?â€ she asked.
â€œYes, Karen,â€ he answered.
â€œEven when my sisters tickled you out of your mind? Even when I did the same?â€
â€œYes, Karen. It does drive me crazy to be tickled so much, but I still like it somehow. I still would be disappointed if you didnâ€™t do it. Itâ€™s punishment in a way, but I want it, too. Please do it again tomorrow and Monday. Please tie me up and tickle me insane, over and over again.â€
â€œI will certainly do so, and my sisters will be back, too, donâ€™t you worry. Iâ€™m going to let you lick my soles now, just because I like you, youâ€™re the sweetest little bondage toy that I could want, and so very ticklish, too.â€
After the ritual of allowing him to lick each sole one hundred times, Karen kissed him tenderly on the forehead and left his room.
Two days later, on Monday, Columbus Day, at the same time, with Jay in the same position in the four leather cuffs, tied to his bed, Karen asked him a different question.
â€œNow that the long weekend is over, now that your mother will be home in about an hour to untie you, what do you think of me as a babysitter? Thereâ€™s nothing I can threaten you with now, you have no reason to lie to me.â€
â€œI think youâ€™re the greatest babysitter in the whole world!â€ said Jay with enthusiasm.
Karen laughed, pleased at his obvious sincerity.
â€œYou may have double the usual number of licks, then,â€ she said, putting her left sole against his lips. â€œTwo hundred on each sole.â€
â€œNo trouble at all? None? Really?â€ asked Betty, two hours later, having gotten home a bit later than planned.
â€œAbsolutely no trouble,â€ said Karen. â€œI didnâ€™t need to spank him, not at all. Heâ€™s become quite the obedient little boy.â€
â€œThat sounds like a miracle,â€ said Betty. â€œHow would you like to be my regular babysitter from now on? Samuel and I had a fabulous weekend. Weâ€™ll be going out together very often now, and Iâ€™ll staying overnight at his place most of the time when we do.â€
â€œIt will be my pleasure,â€ said Karen, with genuine sincerity, thinking of all the fun she would have with her very cute, very obedient, and (most importantly) very ticklish little bondage toy.
The End
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet.
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### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sun Sep 26, 2010 2:26 pm

Hallo I like the story. I want read more about the next time Jay get babysit.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by dreadnaught3200 » Sun Sep 26, 2010 9:29 pm

Nice. I'm enjoying this.
There's a permanent tension in music isn't there? On one hand you have three chords, you know, four four and three chords. Then there's the people like me, who say "Well, why don't we add a fourth chord and put it in five four?" - Bill Bruford

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Sep 27, 2010 11:18 am

> Plueschbabycd wrote:Hallo I like the story. I want read more about the next time Jay get babysit.
> Andrew

I agree. Very good story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by milagros317 » Sat Oct 02, 2010 10:40 am

Thanks for the encouragement. Then next chapter follows immediately.
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet.
http://www.mtjpub.com/ezines/TrappedandTickled.html

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by milagros317 » Sat Oct 02, 2010 10:41 am

The Next Babysitting Episode: Jay at Karenâ€™s House
After the Columbus Day weekend of playing with her very ticklish bondage toy, Jay, Karen was eager to babysit for him again. A couple of weeks went by with no word from his mother, Betty, a widow. Karen wondered if Jay had changed his mind about liking their continual tie-up games. She neednâ€™t have worried. The real reason that Betty hadnâ€™t called her to babysit again was that her new boyfriend, Samuel, was out of the country on business. It was October 29 when she did call.
â€œI wanted to know if youâ€™re free to babysit all of next weekend, early Friday evening to late Sunday night,â€ said Betty. â€œSamuel will be getting back from London midweek and we want to spend the weekend at a resort hotel in Atlantic City.â€
â€œI would love to,â€ said Karen, â€œbut I would have to take care of Jay at my house, not yours. You would have to bring him over before you leave on Friday.â€
â€œI guess that would be OK,â€ said Betty, â€œbut why?â€
â€œMy parents will be away for the weekend of November 5th to 7th also,â€ said Karen, â€œand Iâ€™ve already promised them Iâ€™d be home all weekend to make sure my two youngest sisters, Katherine and Kristine, donâ€™t get into any trouble. Actually, only my Mom will be coming home on Sunday afternoon, after dropping my Dad off at the airport. Heâ€™ll be away for a week in Chicago, on business for his company.â€
â€œNo problem, then,â€ said Betty. â€œIâ€™ll drop him off at your house about 6p.m., already fed his dinner. I wouldnâ€™t want to disappoint him. Do you know that heâ€™s been doing all of his chores without complaining now? He rakes leaves when I tell him to, he cleans the garage and the basement when I ask, he puts his dirty laundry where it should be, in the laundry room, itâ€™s amazing how much heâ€™s changed in the two and a half weeks since you babysat for him. He raved about how wonderful you are the next few days afterward and I had a great idea. I told him that I might not use you again as his babysitter. He was devastated. He begged me to use you again. He actually got down on his knees and begged me. I told him I wouldnâ€™t even consider it unless he behaved himself and did all his chores. Heâ€™s a reformed boy now, he does everything I ask of him, with no whining and no complaining. He must really have a crush on you.â€
â€œOh well, thatâ€™s natural at his age,â€ Karen said. â€œAnd the fact that he loved being tied up all weekend helped a lot, he really seemed to enjoy it.â€
â€œIn that case, feel free to keep him tied up all weekend again,â€ said Betty. â€œI will pack the four padded cuffs for his wrists and ankles with his clothes so you can easily tie him to a bed both nights. And donâ€™t forget point out to your sisters how ticklish he is. It will do him good to be on the receiving end of that for a change, you know how he took advantage of those other babysitters.â€
â€œDonâ€™t worry,â€ said Karen, â€œhe will definitely be laughing quite a lot, all weekend. My sisters will be delighted to see to that.â€
â€œHow many sisters do you have?â€ asked Betty.
â€œKerry and Kelly are twins,â€ said Karen, â€œaged 14. Theyâ€™re not the ones Iâ€™m supposed to be looking after. Katherine and Kristine are also twins, 12 years old. Theyâ€™re the youngest.â€
â€œFrom the other names,â€ said Betty, â€œIâ€™ll bet Kristine isnâ€™t spelled with a â€˜CHâ€™.â€
â€œThatâ€™s right,â€ said Karen, â€œweâ€™re the five Kâ€™s. My parents first met, about 20 years ago, at a five kilometer race for some charity event for their college. They were both freshman then. They joked when they got married that their children would all given names like Karen, Kevin, Kelly, Kenneth, and so on until they had five Kâ€™s in honor of their meeting that way. Kind of sappy, if you ask me.â€
â€œNo, itâ€™s very romantic of your parents,â€ said Betty. â€œI can imagine, with five sisters there, that Jay will be tickled pink to be the only boy in the house.â€
â€œTied up tight and tickled pink, all weekend, over and over again,â€ said Karen, and they both laughed.
â€œOn Sunday night,â€ said Betty, â€œIâ€™ll call you from the highway to let you know when Iâ€™ll be arriving home. Be back in my home and have him tied securely to his bed by then. Heâ€™ll have his key to our house with him.â€
â€œSure thing,â€ said Karen. â€œIâ€™m sure heâ€™ll be fast asleep there when you get back, tired but very happy.â€
Jay was dropped off at 6p.m. promptly on Friday evening. Betty, in a hurry to get over to Samuelâ€™s house for their weekend away, let him out of the car with his suitcase and drove on.
He rang the bell and was admitted to the house by Karen, who hugged him and kissed him on the forehead.
â€œSo glad to see you,â€ she said. â€œIâ€™ll show you to the guest bedroom and you can put your stuff there for now. Your mother said you would get dinner before you got here, is that right?â€
â€œYes, Iâ€™ve eaten already,â€ said Jay, following her upstairs, and very happy to see that her very lovely size 11 feet were bare.
â€œIâ€™ve eaten early myself,â€ said Karen, â€œso that Iâ€™ll be able to tie you up while my sisters are eating. I trust that plan is agreeable to you? If so, donâ€™t say a word, just kneel down and kiss all of my toes, once each, to thank me.â€
Jay put his things on the bed, knelt down, and kissed all of her toes. He stayed on his knees and looked up at her, expectantly.
â€œTake off your shoes and socks and your shirt,â€ she ordered. â€œThen use the bathroom, youâ€™re going to be tied up for a long time. Iâ€™ve bought puppy pads, youâ€™ll see one of them downstairs in the family room, thatâ€™s the room with the big TV. Lie down on your back on that puppy pad, Iâ€™ll be waiting for you there.â€
Jay followed her instructions did find her waiting for him as he got down on his back on the puppy pad.
â€œHands over your head,â€ said Karen, and Jay complied.
She put clean knee socks on his hands, his fingers and hands being completely covered by the portion intended to go over her foot with the rest of the socks extending past his elbows.
â€œThis will prevent rope burn as well as keep your fingers out of action,â€ said Karen.
As she spoke, she was already tying his wrists together over his head with half a dozen loops of rope, neatly cinched. She tied his elbows toward one another. She tied his bound wrists to the leg of a massive couch, designed to seat her whole family of seven.
â€œTry to move the couch,â€ she said, â€œpull as hard as you can with your arms.â€
Jay yanked his arms with all his strength but the very heavy couch didnâ€™t budge.
â€œExcellent,â€ said Karen, picking up more ropes.
She tied his legs together at mid-thigh, just below his knees, and at his ankles. She tied his big toes together with soft yarn.
â€œI need some help,â€ she called out in a loud voice to the kitchen, â€œbring Dadâ€™s barbells here for me.â€
Jay heard stirring around in the kitchen and footsteps. It took all four of Karenâ€™s sisters, two at each end, to carry the large barbells into the family room.
â€œPut them down above his ankles,â€ said Karen.
â€œYou r father can lift that?â€ asked Jay, incredulously.
â€œHe sure can,â€ said Karen, as her sisters adjusted the placement of the barbells. â€œHeâ€™s 6â€™5â€ tall, played football in college, and keeps in shape.â€
Karen lifted his bound bare ankles a few inches and tied them securely to the bar, half way between the massive weights. She tied his toes back to the rope around his ankles. She put a pillow under his ankles so that they rested on it instead of being suspended in the air. She put another pillow under his head.
â€œOpen wide,â€ she said.
Jay opened his mouth wide and soon had a used, soiled, stinky gym sock in his mouth. Karen used duct tape to secure it there, wrapping the duct tape around his head three times.
â€œThatâ€™s Kristineâ€™s dirty gym sock,â€ she said to him. â€œSheâ€™s the youngest, just 17 minutes younger than Katherine. I turned it inside out so that you can taste the sweatiest part that was pressed up against her bare foot. Iâ€™ve got enough dirty socks saved from all of us to last all weekend.â€
Jay grunted something through his newly acquired gag but it was unintelligible.
â€œDonâ€™t bother to try to talk,â€ said Karen. â€œAll we want to hear through your gag is laughter. This is a perfect position for tickling you. Your feet, belly, ribs, and armpits are all vulnerable. Youâ€™ll be spending quite a lot of time here, tied to the couchâ€™s leg and the barbells.â€
The four younger sisters were smiling down at him. All of them were barefoot, wearing blue jeans and t-shirts.
â€œYou already know me and my twin sister Kerry,â€ said Kelly. â€œWe tickled you insane last month at your house, three days in a row.â€
Kelly rubbed one bare sole on his gag, on his nose, and finally on his forehead. Kerry did the same.
â€œWeâ€™ve never met,â€ said Katherine, bending over so that her blue eyes were staring into his brown eyes. â€œIâ€™m Katherine. My twin sister Kristine and I are 12. Karen told us your birthday and weâ€™re exactly one month older.â€
She stood back up, stood on one leg, and also rubbed one bare sole on his gag, on his nose, and on his forehead. So did her twin sister Kristine.
â€œIâ€™m Kristine,â€ she said, now poking him in the ribs with her toes. â€œThatâ€™s my sock in your mouth. I do hope that youâ€™re enjoying the taste of the sweat from my foot.â€
â€œNow that youâ€™ve met everybody,â€ said Karen, â€œitâ€™s time to blindfold you. I think it will tickle more if you donâ€™t see whatâ€™s coming.â€
She first placed large gauze pads over his eyes and then wrapped an Ace bandage around his head to hold them in place. Finally, she wrapped a black wool muffler over the Ace bandage and knotted it behind his head.
Satisfied that he was denied all sight, she sat down near his belly and lower rib cage. Without warning, she dug into his ribs with all ten fingers, causing him to howl through his gag and pull hard. Neither the couch nor the barbells budged, not a fraction of an inch.
Kerry sat down by his left armpit. She dug under his arm with five fingers and used her other hand to tickle his upper ribs on that side. Kelly did the same at his right armpit and the right side of his chest.
Katherine sat down by his left foot. She picked up two of the four hairbrushes with plastic bristles that Karen had purchased and placed there. She used one of them on the ball of his foot and the other on his heel and his arch. Kristine sat by his right foot and picked up the other two brushes, doing likewise.
Now, with all five of them tickling him at the same time, Jay was totally overwhelmed. He shrieked with uncontrollable laughter. He began to sob, wetting the gauze pads. He pulled on his bonds to no avail. Karen began to taunt him, but in a sweet voice, not a mean one.
â€œPoor little baby Jay! So ticklish and so helpless, I almost feel sorry for you. Not really, though, because this is just what you wanted, isnâ€™t it? To be our bondage toy, our ticklish little bondage toy, ours to play with, as much as we want. Tickle, tickle, tickle, little baby Jay. We might just decide to tickle you all night long and all day tomorrow. We can, you know, thereâ€™s no way you can stop us. Weâ€™ll just tickle you as much as we want, on and on and on, while you laugh until you pee in your pants.â€
She glanced at her watch and saw that theyâ€™d been tickling him for a little over twenty minutes.
â€œStop now,â€ she said, and her sisters all stopped tickling him. â€œHe needs a five minute break to breathe every twenty minutes, and Iâ€™ll take out his gag, temporarily, to give him water, every fourth break.â€
â€œWeâ€™re really quite kind torturers, arenâ€™t we?â€ said Kristine.
â€œYes,â€ said Kelly, â€œwe want him to survive to be tickled again tomorrow. But letâ€™s rotate after each break so we all get a chance at all his ticklish spots.â€
â€œGood idea,â€ said Karen, â€œweâ€™ll rotate clockwise after each break.â€
It was around 9p.m. and Kristine was tickling under Jayâ€™s left arm when she noticed that his struggles had ceased. He was no longer pulling on the ropes or even wriggling much; he just laughed and laughed into his gag, lying back and accepting the tickling.
â€œThatâ€™s right, Jay,â€ she said, bending her head down to talk directly into his left ear. â€œJust lie back and accept it, accept that this is the way things should be, the way that they will always be. Youâ€™re totally helpless, just the way you should be. The women around you are strong and free, able to do anything they wish, and thatâ€™s just the way they should be. Youâ€™re utterly unable to defend yourself, which is just the way it should be. You get tickled and tickled and tickled, as long as we want to tickle you, as long as it amuses us to watch you laugh, which is just the way it should be. You stay tied up until we decide otherwise, which is just the way it should be. Iâ€™m free to get up and eat a delicious snack, leaving only eight hands to tickle you, but all you can taste is my foot sweat off my stinky gym sock, and thatâ€™s just the way it should be, too. Accept it, baby Jay, accept it. This is just the way things should be. You are in your proper role now, a very ticklish bondage toy who is here for the amusement of strong young women. That is just the way things should be, and thatâ€™s the way theyâ€™re going to stay, forever and ever.â€
â€œDonâ€™t wax all philosophical on us, Kris,â€ said Kerry, â€œitâ€™s just a tie-up game.â€
â€œNo,â€ said Kristine, â€œfor him I think itâ€™s more than that. I think he really accepts his role as our bondage toy, ours to play with, forever if we want him that long. I think heâ€™s just lying back in ecstasy, in submissive heaven.â€
â€œEither that or heâ€™s fallen asleep,â€ said Katherine.
They all laughed, but Karen checked on his breathing to make sure he was awake and not in distress.
Around 10p.m. Karen called a halt to the proceedings, saying that he needed to get ready for bed.
â€œWeâ€™ll have him right back here, tied the same way, after breakfast tomorrow,â€ she said. â€œAnd weâ€™ll be able to do the tickling contest, as we planned.â€
The others nodded agreement and began to help her untie him. Soon he was lying on the family room rug, out of the ropes and with his gag and blindfold removed. He stayed quiet for a minute, blinking at the lights after being blindfolded so long.
â€œGet yourself cleaned up, take a shower and put on your pajamas,â€ said Karen. â€œThen lie down on the bed in the guest room, all four limbs stretched out.â€
Without a word, Jay got up to follow her orders.
When she had him locked into the four cuffs and securely tied down to the bed, Karen sat in a chair and placed one bare sole on his lips.
â€œOne hundred licks,â€ she ordered.
Jay licked her sole its full length, heel to toe, one hundred times. He did the same to the other sole when she presented it.
She was about to say good night when he spoke.
â€œKaren, please,â€ he said, â€œcould you give a message to Kristine?â€
â€œSure,â€ said Karen.
â€œTell Kristine that she was right,â€ said Jay. â€œI was lying back and accepting it all, not struggling, not even trying to struggle, just accepting that I was in my rightful place and that everything was just the way it should be.â€
â€œReally?â€ ask Karen.
â€œReally,â€ said Jay. â€œI should be utterly helpless at all times, with my ticklish spots exposed. You and all your sisters, but especially Kristine, should be strong and free, free to tickle me insane, to tickle me as long as you wish, as often as you wish, forever. To keep me as your bondage toy forever. Tell Kristine that she was right, that I accept that that is just the way things should be, that I surrender to her. Please tell her that I surrender to her, Iâ€™m her ticklish bondage toy, now and forever.â€
â€œIâ€™m sure sheâ€™ll be pleased,â€ said Karen, quite sincerely. â€œNow get some sleep, you have a long hard day ahead of you tomorrow.â€
[To be continued.]
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet.
http://www.mtjpub.com/ezines/TrappedandTickled.html

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sat Oct 02, 2010 12:24 pm

Hallo milagros317,
like very much the part. But wound you not take new treat. I wish read more of it.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by Jay Feely » Sat Oct 02, 2010 4:58 pm

This is a nice story. Would love to see what Jay has to deal with next.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sun Oct 03, 2010 1:01 am

Hallo would I like if she on next day thy use a muffler and cap form Kristine to blindfold him. Perhaps is very old clothes from her so he can take with him if he leave.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Oct 04, 2010 8:15 am

Great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by milagros317 » Sat Oct 09, 2010 10:55 am

On Saturday morning, Jay was awakened at 8a.m. by Karen tickling his feet. She contented herself with ten minutes on each foot, holding back his toes with one hand while applying the devastating strokes of the plastic hairbrush with the other hand. He was howling with loud laughter for the whole 20 minutes.
â€œYou would have woken up the whole house with that laughing,â€ she said, upon finally stopping. â€œBut my sisters are all awake already, awake and eager to get started on our contest.â€
She unlocked the four cuffs from his wrists and ankles and gave him his instructions.
â€œGo take a shower and then get dressed. Only underpants and pants, no shirt. You need to be shirtless and barefoot for the contest. Then come down to the kitchen for breakfast. Weâ€™ve already eaten.â€
Jay sat down in a kitchen chair, shirtless and barefoot as ordered, wearing clean underpants and his blue jeans. Kerry pulled his arms behind his back, pulled his hands through the hole in the back of the chair, and tied his wrists together. She pulled them down and tied them to the horizontal brace between the chairâ€™s back legs.
Meanwhile, Kelly tied his legs to the two front legs of the chair, both at the ankles and at the knees.
â€œThat will do,â€ said Karen. â€œThereâ€™s no need for an elaborate chair tie, he wonâ€™t be here long. He just needs to be helpless so he realizes that he depends on us to feed him.â€
Kristine sat down next to him and proceeded to feed him cereal, one spoonful at a time. She then fed him scrambled eggs and orange juice, holding a glass with a straw for him.
When she finished feeding him, she stroked his cheek with her hand. She stood up, towering over him, and then leaned down and looked deeply into his eyes.
â€œKaren told me what you said last night. I accept your surrender. Iâ€™m very glad that you realize exactly how things should be. Youâ€™re my ticklish bondage toy, now and forever. You belong to me, a ticklish little baby boy, to be tied up any way that I want to, for my amusement. Donâ€™t ever speak to me or my sisters unless directly asked a question. Youâ€™re to be totally submissive and totally obedient at all times. Iâ€™m going to have lots of fun with you.â€
Jay smiled and nodded, not saying a word.
As Kelly and Kerry untied him, Karen gave him his instructions.
â€œTake a bathroom break, youâ€™re going to be tied up for a very long time. Go down to the family room and lie down on your back on the puppy pad. Your bondage there will be exactly the same as yesterday, hands encased in socks, stretched over your head, and tied to the leg of the couch. Elbows tied towards each other, legs tied together in several places, ankles tied to the barbell, and big toes tied together and tied back to your ankle ropes. Weâ€™ll be kind enough to put pillows under your head and under your ankles again. Youâ€™ll be gagged with a soiled, dirty sock of Kristineâ€™s and youâ€™ll be blindfolded just as you were yesterday. Go on, get a move on it.â€
With Jay lying on his back, bound just the way he had been on Friday, Karen explained to him their plans for the day.
â€œWeâ€™re going to have a tickling contest now, and itâ€™s going to take a very long time,â€ she said. â€œIn each round, each of the five of us will come in here, alone, and tickle you for 15 minutes. Youâ€™ll get five minutes to recover afterward. You wonâ€™t know who it is because youâ€™re blindfolded and the tickler wonâ€™t speak. In each round, weâ€™ll draw lots randomly to fix the order in which we come in.
â€œAfter each tickler is done, youâ€™ll be ungagged during your recovery period just long enough to say a number from 1 to 10. 1 will mean that it hardly tickled at all, and 10 will mean it tickled so much you thought you were going to die laughing. Be honest, thatâ€™s all we ask of you. You wonâ€™t know who the tickler was, so just give your honest estimate of how much it tickled. The tickler wonâ€™t say a word so you canâ€™t tell who she is. Just say the number as soon as youâ€™re ungagged and then open your mouth to be given some water to drink. She will gag you again before leaving this room.
â€œItâ€™s important that each tickler be alone since none of us should have the advantage of seeing what worked well or didnâ€™t work well as done by the previous ticklers. There are various brushes and other tickling implements here for us, besides the ten fingers that God gave us.
â€œIn the first round weâ€™ll each tickle your ribs, in the second round your armpits, in the third round your very sensitive and vulnerable feet, and in the fourth round any one other area of your body that we choose. Do you understand?â€
Jay nodded. He gulped as he did the math in his head. Disregarding the recovery intervals, 15 minutes of tickling from each of five people for four rounds each was 300 minutes, or five hours. He trembled in his bondage.
â€œThere will be a break for your lunch,â€ said Karen. â€œWeâ€™ll have plenty of time to eat our lunches when others are tickling you. But weâ€™ll just feed you one of Momâ€™s protein shakes for lunch, that way we wonâ€™t have to waste the time untying and re-tying you.â€
Jay heard footsteps as they all left the room. A few minutes later, he heard only one set of footsteps coming back in.
Without warning, ten strong fingers dug into his ribcage, five on each side. He howled into his gag. He struggled in the ropes but could hardly budge a fraction on an inch. The tickling seemed to go on forever, he couldnâ€™t believe that 15 minutes hadnâ€™t elapsed yet.
Finally it stopped and he felt himself getting ungagged.
â€œSix,â€ he said.
A bottle of water was held to his lips and he drank, happily. He was soon gagged again.
â€œSix,â€ said Kelly, back upstairs in the living room.
Karen wrote that score down.
â€œI wonder whoâ€™ll win,â€ she said. â€œI hope itâ€™s me.â€
â€œWell, I hope itâ€™s Kristine,â€ said Kelly. â€œNot that Iâ€™m trying to lose, no, I would never do that in any contest, and tickling him is so much fun, anyway, that I just naturally try to tickle the crap out of him. But Kris really seems to like him, and wants him as her bondage slave. I hope she wins.â€
Kristine, the second tickler in the first round, was just then digging into Jayâ€™s rib cage in the family room. She carefully noted just how much he struggled in the ropes as she tickled each spot. She went back to the half dozen spots that seemed good, and soon narrowed down her search. The very best spots were between his third and fourth ribs from the bottom, on the extreme sides of his body. When she dug into both of those spots simultaneously, he tried to levitate off the floor. She smiled and dug in right there with a sadistic grin on her face.
â€œEight,â€ said Jay when he was ungagged.
â€œThe first round is done,â€ said Karen. â€œKristine leads with eight points. Kelly and I have six each, Kerry five, and Katherine four. Now we go at his armpits. Letâ€™s draw cards for order.â€
Karen had separated the ace, 2, 3, 4, and 5 of hearts from a deck of cards. She now shuffled them up again, then spread them face down on the coffee table. Each sister grabbed a card.
â€œIâ€™m first this time,â€ said Katherine, brandishing the ace.
Katherine smiled as she stopped after fifteen minutes of torturing Jayâ€™s armpits. She knew she had done better; his shrieks of laughter through his gag had been very loud compared to her first round. She removed his gag.
â€œEight,â€ said Jay, and Katherine smiled again.
Going fourth in round two, Kristine at first tried all five fingers in each of Jayâ€™s armpits. That worked well, but not as well as a toothbrush scrubbing in each. But two fingers only worked better than five, so she stuck with that for a while. Trying one finger, she soon saw that two had been better. She spent the rest of the fifteen minutes relentlessly prodding under each of his arms with two fingers, her index and middle fingers. Jay howled with ticklish agony and sobbed into his blindfold. She smiled in glee. He was so very ticklish, the perfect tickle slave, the perfect bondage toy, ever so amusing to tickle without mercy.
She reluctantly stopped when she saw that the time was up. She removed his gag. At first he only gulped and caught his breath. Finally he managed to speak.
â€œTen,â€ said Jay.
â€œRound two is done,â€ said Kristine. â€œHeâ€™s obviously much more ticklish under his arms than he was on his ribs. Kristine leads with 18 points, I have 15, Kelly 14, and Kerry and Karen are tied with 12. Iâ€™ll go feed him his lunch now.â€
â€œWhat flavor of protein shake would you like?â€ Karen asked Jay after removing his gag. â€œIn the fridge weâ€™ve got strawberry, blueberry, peach, and apple honey.â€
â€œApple honey,â€ said Jay.
â€œBring down an apple honey,â€ yelled Karen up to the kitchen.
Kelly brought the shake downstairs and Karen fed it to Jay, slowly, not hurrying him.
â€œYouâ€™re halfway done with the contest,â€ said Karen. â€œAnd the best part comes nextâ€”your very, very ticklish feet.â€
Jay shuddered in anticipation as she re-gagged him.
Kerry, going first in round 3, knew what Karen had told all of her sisters, that her own experience tickling Jayâ€™s feet showed that the plastic hairbrush was the most effective implement and that his most ticklish spot was the center of the balls of his feet. She proceeded to use two of those brushes, one on each foot.
Jayâ€™s reaction was electric; he howled and thrashed exactly as if he had received an electric shock. He was sobbing within two minutes, laughing so hard that he was crying.
When he seemed to be getting used to it just a tiny bit and thrashing with less vigor, she moved the brushes down to his heels. She smiled at the reaction, louder laughter and stronger struggling against the ropes.
She suddenly stopped, realizing sheâ€™d gone past the time limit by about 30 seconds. She removed his gag.
â€œNine,â€ said Jay, still out of breath.
Karen, going second in round 3, knew that holding back all the toes of one of Jayâ€™s feet so that his sole was motionless made the tickling with the plastic hairbrush even more devastating to him. She did that, alternating feet every minute to keep him from getting too used to it. She occasionally shifted briefly to his arches and his heels, just to keep him guessing what would come next. When her time had expired, she really thought that Jay had passed out, but was reassured when did manage to speak.
â€œTen,â€ he said, panting for breath.
Karen smiled, gave him some water, reapplied his gag, and went upstairs to record her own score.
Kristine, going last in round 3, also knew about holding back his toes and doing one foot at a time to get a better effect. She had something to add to that technique, tickling between his toes with the hand holding them back while still tickling just as relentlessly with the hand holding the hairbrush. She smiled at his ticklish plight, his futile quivering in his bondage as he laughed himself into ticklish agony. She never game him a momentâ€™s pause in the full fifteen minutes. She removed the now very soggy sock from his mouth after unwrapping the Ace bandage from around his head. She waited patiently for him to get his breath and speak.
â€œEleven,â€ he said.
â€œHe said eleven,â€ reported Kristine, back upstairs in the living room with her sisters. â€œBut there is no score above ten, so record it as ten. And he should be punished for not following instructions.â€
â€œWell, just take it as a compliment and forgive him,â€ said Karen, recording Krisâ€™ score as a ten. â€œThat keeps you in the lead with 28 points. I have 25, Kelly 22, Kerry 21, and Katherine 20.â€
â€œIâ€™m not sure of the rules for this last round,â€ said Kelly. â€œCan I pick the same body part as somebody else picked?â€
â€œYes, since you wonâ€™t know what part they picked,â€ said Karen. â€œYou canâ€™t change your mind after you start tickling him, you canâ€™t pick one of the three places that weâ€™ve already done, and not his butt or his private area, either.â€
â€œUgh, whoâ€™d want to touch him there,â€ said Katherine.
Karen reshuffled the five cards and spread them face down on the table. Each sister took one.
â€œIâ€™m first again,â€ said Katherine.
Katherine picked Jayâ€™s belly as her target. She tickled him there with soft brushes, firm brushes, and her fingertips. She got an excellent ticklish reaction using a soft brush down in his navel. Otherwise, her fingertips were best on the surface of his belly. The rating she got in the end was six.
Kelly tickled his neck, finding that a stiff brush worked best there, moving in circles over the sides of his neck. But his neck proved disappointing as a target for tickling and her rating was five.
Karen dug her fingers into Jayâ€™s collarbones and was quite pleased at how hard he laughed. Other implements there werenâ€™t much good, so she went back to her fingers and dug in with enthusiasm. This produced a rating of seven.
Kristine had a friend at school who was horribly ticklish on her kneecaps, so she decided to try that area. She struck gold. Jay howled with surprise and horror as she dug at both of his kneecaps, right through his jeans, with a crunching, squeezing motion of all five fingers of each hand. He had never known that his kneecaps were ticklish, much less that they were one of his worst spots. He howled and thrashed and soon he was crying into his blindfold. The rating he gave was nine.
Kerry tickled his thighs, both front and back, staying clear of the forbidden areas. She found that digging in her fingernails worked best and wound up with a rating of six. As the last tickler of the last round, she left him ungagged.
â€œWhat area did you tickle? You can tell us now, youâ€™ve already won,â€ Karen said to Kristine.
â€œHis kneecaps,â€ said Kristine. â€œMy friend Jenny goes nuts when I tickle her there, and poor little baby Jay seems to be even more ticklish on his kneecaps than she is on hers. You have to really dig in with all your fingers, crunch and squeeze, as if you were trying to actually compress the bone.â€
Her four sisters all nodded, taking a mental note of this for the next time they would tickle Jay.
â€œWell, the final score is a clear victory for Kris, with 37 points. I have 32. The rest of you have 27 or 26.â€
â€œIâ€™m happy for you, Kris,â€ said Kelly. â€œYou do want him as your bondage slave.â€
â€œYes, I do,â€ said Kristine. â€œIâ€™ve always been the youngest here, the baby among five sisters. Now I have a baby brother, a ticklish baby brother to play with and tickle, who wants to obey me and serve me, forever.â€
â€œIâ€ll change the prize to be that,â€ said Karen. â€œI never told him what the prize was for this contest.â€
Jay heard many footsteps as they all came downstairs to stand around him. Still ungagged, he licked his lips nervously.
Karen leaned down and removed his blindfold. He blinked at the light in the room after so many hours blindfolded.
â€œKristine is the winner with 37 points,â€ said Karen. â€œI was second with 32 points and the others were in the 20â€™s. I was going to punish you for saying â€™11,â€™ which we recorded as a 10, by the way. That was not following instructions. Your orders were to say a number from 1 to 10. I was going to punish you for that with a very severe, very long spanking. But Kristine, as the winner, has pardoned you. You should be grateful to her.â€
Kristine didnâ€™t correct Karenâ€™s misstatement. She was the one who wanted Jay to be punished, of course, and it was Karen who had brushed that suggestion aside. She realized what Karen was doing for her and kept quiet. She sat down in a chair and removed the sneakers and socks that sheâ€™d been wearing all day.
Jay, not having been asked a direct question, kept quiet also.
â€œYes, you should thank her for that with your future behavior, Jay. Kristine, step forward and claim your prize for winning this contest,â€ said Karen.
Kristine stepped forward and placed one bare foot on Jayâ€™s chest. She stood tall and proud, one foot on the floor and one on his chest, pressing down on him.
â€œI claim you as my property, my bondage toy, my tickle slave, MINE!â€ she said.
â€œYou must obey Kristine, now and forever, and serve her to the best of your abilities. Is that clear, Jay?â€ asked Karen.
â€œYes, Karen, itâ€™s clear, and I agree,â€ said Jay. â€œKristine, I will serve you and obey you forever.â€
Jay and Kristine both looked very happy as she stepped back from him. She got a chair and placed it with the seat over his chest, two legs on either side of him. She adjusted its position and sat down.
â€œWhen is dinner going to be ready?â€ she asked Karen.
Karen remembered when she had put it in the oven from the freezer and calculated. â€œAbout two hours,â€ she answered.
Kristine placed her left foot over Jayâ€™s mouth.
â€œMy foot is stinky,â€ she said, â€œbecause Iâ€™ve been wearing sneakers and thick socks all day. Lick it anyway. Lick my sole, from heel to toes, over and over again. After an hour, Iâ€™ll have you switch feet.â€
Still stretched out in bondage, Jay extended his tongue and licked, over and over again, obedient to his new owner. Kristine smiled, feeling his soft wet tongue cleaning the dried sweat and grime off of her soles.
After dinner, Kristine allowed Jay to shower and dress again with a t-shirt and with clean underpants. She ordered him to sit in a sturdy dining room chair which she had placed in the center of the living room.
She tied his wrists, forearms, and elbows to the arms of the chair. She tied his thighs, just above each knee, to the posts holding up the arms of the chair. She tied his calves and ankles to the legs of the chair. She tied his upper thighs with ropes going around the seat of the chair. She tied his chest with ropes going around the back of the chair, pressing his back into it.
She gagged him with another of her used, grimy socks, held in his mouth with an Ace bandage. She blindfolded him as before.
She began by tickling his kneecaps, held motionless by his bondage. He howled in his gag, and shook the whole chair with his attempts to move. It shook but didnâ€™t budge on the floor. She kept right on tickling his kneecaps, her sisters watching her technique.
â€œYouâ€™ll all get your turns,â€ she said. â€œI like to share my tickle slave.â€
Within five minutes Jay was sobbing into his blindfold, laughing so hard that he was crying. Kristine began to taunt him.
â€œPoor little baby Jay! So very ticklish on your kneecaps, arenâ€™t you glad that I found that spot? Tickle, tickle, tickle, my dear little bondage toy. Itâ€™s so much fun to tickle you, to tickle you insane, to tickle you until you nearly die laughing, I just love it, I really do. Tickle, tickle, tickle, my dear little bondage toy. Every time you laugh, it makes me want to tickle you more. Every time you squirm, it makes me want to tickle you more. Tickle, tickle, tickle, my dear little tickle slave. I donâ€™t see how I can ever stop tickling you. Maybe Iâ€™ll tickle you all night long. Thereâ€™s no way you can stop me. Tickle, tickle, tickle, my dear little tickle slave. All you can do is laugh and laugh, and pray that I might show you mercy, eventually.â€
Stuck in the chair tie, all Jay could do was laugh and pray. But when Kristine finally had her fill of tickling his kneecaps, Karen wanted her turn. Then Kelly, then Kerry, and finally Katherine, for they all wanted to try this new spot, to see what kinds of crunches and squeezes made him laugh the hardest, to watch him cry and thrash in his ropes.
Jay was totally exhausted when they finally untied him at 11 oâ€™clock. Kristine ordered him to shower one more time and lie on his bed in pajamas, ready to be tied in for the night.
â€œCan I take over putting him to bed?â€ asked Kristine, while Jay was in the shower.
â€œSure,â€ said Karen. â€œJust make sure all four cuffs are securely locked and tied to the bedposts. Cover him with the blanket, but with his head, wrists, and ankles sticking out so you can see the cuffs. I made him lick my feet again, 100 licks on each sole, before leaving the room.â€
â€œThatâ€™s not enough for me,â€ said Kristine. â€œAt least 250 on each sole.â€
Both young women laughed.
â€œYou can come over to his house with me every time I babysit him from now on,â€ said Karen. â€œHeâ€™ll be your slave, you can have fun, and Iâ€™ll collect the babysitting money while you play with your bondage toy.â€
â€œThat sounds like a fine arrangement to me,â€ said Kristine.
After Kristine had tied Jay in for the night, after he had eagerly licked her bare soles, 300 times each (she deciding that 250 wasnâ€™t enough after all), she spoke to him.
â€œDo you realize that Karen would have walloped you, spanked you hard and long, for disobeying your instructions and giving a rating of eleven?â€
â€œYes, Kristine,â€ said Jay. â€œThank you ever so much for sparing me from that. Thank you, Iâ€™m ever so grateful to you for it.â€
Hearing the sincerity in his voice and looking at the expression of love and devotion on his face, Kristine realized what a great favor her oldest sister had done for her with that deception.
â€œYouâ€™re welcome, my bondage toy,â€ said Kristine. â€œAnd sleep well, because weâ€™re all going to tickle the crap out of you again tomorrow.â€
[To be continued.]
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### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sat Oct 09, 2010 11:40 am

Hallo, very good next part I like very much. I hop I can read more very fast and must wait a week next part. But I would if I must.
I wish had girl would this me.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Oct 11, 2010 10:13 am

Excellent continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sun Oct 17, 2010 2:28 am

hallo can`t wait to read the next part. I wish I would know such girls . I would other solution that not get alway wet clothes.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by milagros317 » Sun Oct 17, 2010 9:53 am

On Sunday morning, Jay was awakened by Kristine tickling his feet with her fingers. Seeing that he was awake, she sat down on the bed, pulled the toes of his left foot back, and tickled the ball of that foot furiously with the plastic hairbrush. After five minutes, when he was howling with laughter and shaking the bed with his tugging on the four cuffs, she switched to his right foot.
â€œMy dear little bondage toy, my dear little tickle slave,â€ she said, â€œIâ€™m going to tickle you insane. Iâ€™m going to tickle the crap out of you, over and over again. And Iâ€™m going to let all my sisters do it, too. Thatâ€™s just the way we like it, having a cute, helpless little boy to tickle and tickle and tickle, forever.â€
By the time she was satisfied, Kristine had been tickling his feet for half an hour and his soles were quite pink from her attentions. At long last, she unlocked the four padded cuffs holding his wrists and ankles.
â€œGet yourself cleaned up, take a shower, brush your teeth, and get dressed. Underpants and blue jeans only, I want to be able to tickle your bare belly and ribs, not to mention your armpits, and of course your bare feet. When youâ€™ve done that, come down to the kitchen for your breakfast. Go!â€
She smiled at the sight of him, obedient to her orders, remembering never to speak unless she addressed a direct question to him.
Jay found a dining room chair at the kitchen table and sat in it without having to be ordered to do so. He put his arms behind the chair, wrists crossed.
â€œNo, I want to tie your arms individually to the arms of the chair,â€ said Kristine.
Jay immediately put his arms on the arms of the chair. Kristine tied his wrists, forearms, and elbows to the arms of the chair. She tied his thighs, just above each knee, to the posts holding up the arms of the chair. She tied his calves and ankles to the legs of the chair. She tied his upper thighs with ropes going around the seat of the chair. She tied his chest with ropes going around the back of the chair, pressing his back into it.
â€œGood sitting posture is important,â€ she said, nodding with approval at her handiwork.
She sat down next to him and began to feed him a bacon and cheese omelet. She held a glass of orange juice to his lips ever once in a while. She never asked him what he wanted to eat next, but rather fed him as his owner, presuming correctly that he would docilely eat whatever she provided.
â€œVery good, Jay,â€ she said. â€œYouâ€™re quite the obedient and docile slave, which is just the way it should be. Youâ€™re my very own bondage toy, mine to play with. Isnâ€™t that true?â€
â€œYes, Kristine,â€ he answered. â€œAnd thatâ€™s just the way it should be.â€
â€œHi, Kris,â€ said Karen, coming into the kitchen. â€œNeed help carrying him in his chair to the living room?â€
â€œNo, Iâ€™m plenty strong enough to do it,â€ said Kristine.
She immediately proved this by hoisting up the chair, although not quite as easily as Karen could have, and carrying it into the living room. Karen, making coffee for herself, smiled and thought that it was quite amusing that she got paid for babysitting while Kristine was doing all the work.
â€œWill the rest of us get to tickle him today?â€ she asked, loudly enough for her voice to carry into the living room.
â€œYes,â€ called back Kristine, just as loudly. â€œAfter lunch, when I set him up in the family room downstairs. For the morning, I want to tickle torture him all by myself.â€
She had just competed gagging Jay with another of her used, soiled gym socks and was in the process of wrapping an Ace bandage around his head to hold it in his mouth securely. She then blindfolded him.
â€œIâ€™m going to try something new now,â€ she told him. â€œIâ€™m going to put earplugs in your ears, Mom uses them to help her sleep sometimes. Then Iâ€™m going to put headphones over your ears, too. You should be deaf then as well as blind. I want to see if the sensory deprivation makes you more ticklish. Donâ€™t be scared, Iâ€™ll be right here all of the time. I wonâ€™t leave you alone. Iâ€™ll be right here and most of the time youâ€™ll be feeling me tickling you. Donâ€™t be scared, Iâ€™m going to take good care of you. After all, I donâ€™t want any harm coming to my property, my bondage toy, my very own tickle slave.â€
Kristine took two clean earplugs out of the container of 24 she had found in her parentâ€™s bathroom. They were disposable, designed for one time use only. She carefully rolled them as directed and inserted them in his ears. She then put a set of stereo headphones on his ears, not connected to any source of music. Having played with these items with her sisters, she knew that he would not be hearing any ordinary sounds. In fact, to have him hear anything at all, she would have to put her mouth inches from his covered ears and shout loudly. She had no intention of doing that.
Kristine began by tickling his ribs, digging in all ten fingers. She soon shifted to his kneecaps, a much more sensitive area. He howled through his gag and thrashed as much as he could, which wasnâ€™t much. She smiled as she tickled him, taking great joy in her ownership of such a cute little tickle slave.
â€œYouâ€™re all mine,â€ she said, knowing that he couldnâ€™t hear her. â€œAll mine. Iâ€™m going to see if you can be molded into the perfect slave for me. Most boys are gross, I donâ€™t like being with them much. But a boy trained only to serve me, who knows that his only reason for existing is to serve me and please me, that kind of boy I might like.â€
She smiled contently as she tickled him and tickled him, all morning long. She did remember to give him breaks to catch his breath every 20 minutes. She relished the fact that he was laughing so hard that he was crying, sobbing into his blindfold. She relished the joy of having him utterly helpless, unable to move, see, speak, or hear, totally at her mercy.
At noon she finally stopped, watching him take about five minutes to be breathing normally again. She took the headphones off of his ears and then removed the earplugs.
She unwrapped the Ace bandage from his head.
â€œSpit out my sock,â€ she ordered.
Jay spat out the now soggy gym sock and it fell onto the chair seat between his thighs.
â€œWere you more ticklish being unable to hear?â€ she asked.
â€œYes,â€ he said. â€œHaving nothing to think about but your touch, having no sight or hearing but only being able to feel, the tickling was more intense to me.â€
â€œExcellent,â€ said Kristine. â€œIâ€™ll keep that in mind for the future. Iâ€™m going to untie you now and I want you to shower again, youâ€™re all sweaty and youâ€™ve wet yourself. Put on clean underpants and your other pair of blue jeans. Then come to the kitchen for lunch.â€
When Jay got back to the kitchen he was surprised to see that there were only kitchen chairs there, not a sturdy chair suitable for a chair tie. He sat down next to Kristine and waited for her instructions. Only Kelly was there also, he didnâ€™t know if the others had eaten lunch early or were going to eat later.
â€œThis will be a test of your obedience,â€ said Kristine. â€œPut your hands behind the back of the chair and clasp them together. Iâ€™m not going to tie you, but remain motionless just as if you were tied. Only your mouth is to move, eating whatever I give you.â€
â€œThatâ€™s amusing,â€ said Kelly, â€œheâ€™s totally obeying you.â€
â€œYes, heâ€™s turning out to be a very docile and obedient slave,â€ said Kristine, feeding him half of a sliced turkey sandwich, piece by piece, tearing off pieces with her bare hands. â€œHeâ€™s been such a good boy so far today that Iâ€™m planning to allow him to kiss my toes after lunch.â€
Kelly laughed and, having finished eating herself, left the kitchen. Kristine continued both eating her own lunch and feeding Jay two whole sandwiches.
â€œYou need a big lunch, youâ€™re only going to have a protein shake for dinner,â€ she remarked. â€œIâ€™ve decided to keep you tied up after lunch until itâ€™s time to take you back home. Your mother wonâ€™t be back until about 11p.m., Karen says. Sheâ€™ll stay up until your mother calls and take you home then.â€
Not having been asked a question, Jay remained silent and motionless in the chair, just eating the food that Kristine gave him. He was pleased when, having finished feeding him, she took off her sneakers and socks.
â€œDown on your belly now and kiss my toes,â€ she commanded, standing up from her chair. â€œTwenty-five kisses on each toe.â€
Gratefully, Jay knelt down and kissed her toes, 25 times each, remaining flat on his belly when he was done.
â€œGood, thatâ€™s your reward for being such an obedient slave. Now go downstairs to the family room and lie on your back with your ankles under the barbells.â€
Jay had been lying there for about five minutes, motionless, obedient to Kristineâ€™s orders. He heard a toilet flush upstairs and soon heard her coming down.
Kristine put a clean pair of Karenâ€™s knee socks on his hands, his fingers and hands being completely covered by the portion intended to go over her foot with the rest of the socks extending past his elbows. Jay knew this was to prevent rope burn on his wrists as he pulled and pulled futilely on the bonds later.
Kristine tied his wrists together over his head with half a dozen loops of rope, neatly cinched. She tied his elbows toward one another. She tied his bound wrists to the leg of a massive couch, designed to seat the whole family.
She tied his legs together at mid-thigh, just below his knees, and at his ankles. She tied his big toes together with soft yarn.
She lifted his bound bare ankles a few inches and tied them securely to the bar, half way between the massive weights. She tied his toes back to the rope around his ankles. She put a pillow under his ankles so that they rested on it instead of being suspended in the air. She put another pillow under his head.
â€œNow open your mouth wide,â€ she said.
Jay opened wide and soon had a used, grimy, stinky gym sock in his mouth. She used duct tape to secure it there, wrapping the duct tape around his head three times.
â€œThatâ€™s even more secure than the Ace bandage,â€ said Kristine.
She put two thin black socks, rolled up, over his eyes and then taped them in place with duct tape. She wrapped a black muffler around his head, covered the duct tape.
â€œHeâ€™s ready,â€ she yelled loudly, now standing in the stairway.
Soon Jay heard many footsteps coming downstairs.
Kelly sat down at his right foot, ready with a plastic hairbrush. Kerry did the same at his right foot. Katherine sat within reach of both of his armpits and Karen sat within reach of both of his kneecaps.
â€œNow youâ€™re really in for it,â€ said Kristine, sitting by his head and holding two soft brushes, one in each hand. â€œIâ€™m just going to stroke your ears and neck gently with two brushes, but my sisters are ready to really dig in and tickle you without mercy. They havenâ€™t had a chance yet today and I think theyâ€™re eager. Iâ€™ll make them stop every 20 minutes and give you a chance to catch your breath, but thatâ€™s about all the mercy you can expect. Youâ€™re going to struggle at first, but I want you to try to surrender to it, surrender to the relentless tickling, accept it as your due, as your fate, as just the way things should be. Try that for me, my dear little bondage toy, my property, my docile and obedient slave.â€
She nodded her head and all her sisters began to tickle him, relentlessly, eagerly, with enthusiasm and vigor.
Kristine kept time carefully and kept a close watch on Jayâ€™s breathing. She made sure that he got his breaks and was never in trouble.
During each break, the other four sisters changed positions so that each of them would get a chance to tickle the different parts of his body.
During each break, Kristine leaned down and kissed Jayâ€™s forehead above his blindfold. She would always then whisper something encouraging in his ear.
â€œMy dear little bondage toy, youâ€™re being such a good boy today, Iâ€™m getting really fond of you. Just relax and enjoy it, enjoy being our tickle slave.â€
After each break, ten hands would get busy again, tickling him without any pause or mercy.
It was just after 3p.m. that afternoon that all five sisters were shocked at the early appearance of their mother entering the family room. Karen got up from where she had been tickling one of Jayâ€™s feet.
â€œMom,â€ she said. â€œYouâ€™re back so early. Usually you get here well after dinner when you and Dad are away for the weekend before one of his business trips.â€
Alice, their mother, scowled as she answered. â€œI donâ€™t understand it either. During lunch he told me to take him to the airport, that he had a much earlier flight to Chicago than usual. But I know very well that the conferences start tomorrow morning, so thereâ€™s no reason he has to get there earlier. You know how your father gets, he had that look on his face meaning he didnâ€™t want to hear any more about it. So we checked out of the hotel and I drove him to the airport and here I am, about six hours earlier than you expected me. I see that youâ€™ve been amusing yourselves with little Jay.â€
â€œYes, weâ€™ve pretty much kept him tied up all weekend and weâ€™ve been tickling him insane most of the time,â€ said Karen.
â€œI think Iâ€™ll join in,â€ said Alice. â€œI need to relax and get my mind off of your father. Tickling a helpless, cute little boy should be fun. And your father would be furious if he knew that youâ€™d been using his barbells as a bondage anchor for a little boy.â€
She and Karen both laughed at that thought. Roger was indeed possessive of his barbells and had forbidden anybody else from even touching them.
â€œDonâ€™t worry, tomorrow weâ€™ll put them right back where Dad left them,â€ said Karen.
Karen sat back down and resumed tickling Jayâ€™s left foot. Kelly, who had been tickling both of his armpits, kept tickling one of them and pointed to the other. Alice sat down and dug in under Jayâ€™s other arm, tickling with gusto, using all ten fingers.
Jay continued to laugh into his gag and sob into his blindfold. He had long since stopped struggling or thrashing; he was calm, deeply in a submissive zone, accepting the tickle torture as just the way things should be.
â€œTime for a break,â€ said Kristine.
Her four sisters stopped immediately, her mother taking a few seconds more to realize that they were supposed to stop.
â€œHe needs to catch his breath,â€ explained Kristine. â€œAfter twenty minutes of straight tickling we give him a break to breathe again. That way we can go on and on for hours, and likely drive him insane. But he seems to love it.â€
â€œI should hope so,â€ said Alice, grinning broadly. â€œHeâ€™s the center of attention of six beautiful women. He ought to be thrilled.â€
Kristine leaned down and kissed Jay on the forehead. She then spoke directly into his ear.
â€œOur mother is here now and sheâ€™s joined us. All six of us are going to tickle you endlessly, until dinner time, anyway. Her name is Alice, but you better call her â€˜Maâ€™amâ€™ if she directly questions you. Youâ€™ve been such a good boy, I might allow you to lick her feet after dinner.â€
Kristine nodded and they all went back to tickling him, having changed places as usual. Twelve hands were driving him insane with tickling. Alice, now tickling his kneecaps, was delighted to see how ticklish they were. But she had a question for Kristine.
â€œWhat do you mean, lick my feet? Thatâ€™s gross, Iâ€™ve been wearing these boots and socks since just before going down to breakfast at the hotel.â€
â€œHeâ€™s licked my feet for hours and hours,â€ said Kristine. â€œAnd heâ€™s thanked me for the privilege. Karen had him licking her feet before me, back when she was babysitting him at his own house, too.â€
â€œYes,â€ said Karen. â€œIn fact, I had him clean and soothe them by licking them thoroughly right after my jogging exercise. He licked off all the sweat and grime and thanked me for the privilege, too.â€
â€œWow,â€ said Alice. â€œNobody has ever licked or even kissed my feet. All my life men laughed at them for being so big.â€
â€œYeah, even bigger than mine, you wear size 12,â€ said Karen with a grin. â€œThis is your chance to get them licked and licked, for hours, by a boy who, strangely enough, loves to do just that. Heâ€™s good at it, too. His tongue is very soothing and he has great stamina, he keeps right on licking. Go for it, Mom.â€
â€œI will,â€ said Alice, â€œdefinitely. But you havenâ€™t stopped growing yet, kid, so donâ€™t be so sure you wonâ€™t end up wearing size 13 yourself someday.â€
After the six women had all had their dinners upstairs, Kristine came downstairs to attend to Jay. She removed his gag and his blindfold. She fed him a strawberry flavored protein shake and some water. She placed a chair straddling his chest, with two of its legs on either side of him.
â€œMom should be able to sit there and put her feet right at your mouth, Jay. You are to lick them and lick them, as much as she wants, without every stopping. I donâ€™t care how sore your tongue gets, keep it up, and never even pause. Is that clear?â€
â€œYes, Kristine,â€ said Jay. â€œIt will be a pleasure.â€
They both heard footsteps as Alice came back downstairs. She sat in the chair, removed her knee high black leather boots. She pulled off her thick fuzzy socks.
â€œMy feet are sweaty and grimy, and they have sock lint on them from those fuzzy socks,â€ she said to Jay. â€œBut I want you to lick them anyway. Lick and lick, weâ€™ve got lots of time before your mother calls to tell Karen to take you home. Karen will have all your things packed and clothes ready for you to put on. So get started.â€
She placed her left foot at his lips and Jay began to lick it. Seeing his limited mobility in his bondage, Alice helped him by moving her foot around so that he could get to every part of the sole, from heel to toe. She had him suck her toes, one by one. She had him lick every speck of grime, sweat, and lint from her soles.
She kept him licking her feet, over and over again, long after they were already clean. She changed feet about every half hour, and took a bathroom break when heâ€™d be at it for about three hours.
â€œYour mother should be calling soon,â€ she said, back from the bathroom. â€œAll my life first boys my age and then men when I grew up told me that my feet were too big and also ugly. Nobody every caressed them or kissed them, not until today, youâ€™re the first. What do you think, Jay, are they too big and ugly?â€
â€œOh, no, not at all, Maâ€™am,â€ said Jay. â€œYouâ€™re a tall woman, Karen told me that youâ€™re 6â€™3â€ tall. If you had little dainty feet, then you would surely fall over every time you tried to stand up.â€
Alice laughed at that thought. â€œGo on,â€ she said.
â€œSo theyâ€™re not too big, not at all. Theyâ€™re the perfect size for your height, just perfect. And theyâ€™re not ugly, certainly not. Theyâ€™re very lovely, in fact. Iâ€™m so grateful that you let me lick them for such a long time. Thank you, thank you ever so much. I want to lick them forever, I mean as much as you want me to, I mean that Iâ€™m at your service.â€
Jay blushed at that last statement and looked away from her.
â€œYou donâ€™t have to blush,â€ said Alice, â€œyouâ€™re really a very sweet boy. And you will most certainly be licking my bare soles every time youâ€™re at this house.â€
Jay blushed again as Karen and Kristine came downstairs.
â€œHis mother just called,â€ Karen said. â€œI should untie him and get him ready, sheâ€™ll be there herself in half an hour and would like him home not long after that.â€
Alice got up and left the room, carrying her boots and socks. Karen and Kristine untied him, which took a while given all the ropes that he was in.
â€œGet showered one more time,â€ said Kristine, â€œand change into the clothes that Karen has laid out for you in the upstairs bathroom. Thereâ€™s a plastic bag for your dirty laundry there, too.â€
When he was dressed and ready to go, Jay saw that all six of them were lined up near the front door and all were barefoot.
â€œKiss each of our toes, ten times each toe,â€ said Kristine.
Jay kissed all 60 toes reverently, ten times each.
â€œIâ€™ll be driving you home,â€ said Alice, sitting down to put on socks and her boots.
After Betty took Jay up to bed, she came back downstairs and gave Alice the money for Karen.
â€œIâ€™ll give this to Karen,â€ said Alice. â€œAnd I wanted to tell you that it worked out splendidly having Jay at our house. Any time that you want Karen to babysit for you, feel free to send him to us instead of having Karen come here, if thatâ€™s convenient for your. Heâ€™s such a sweet boy! Itâ€™s a pleasure to have him around.â€
â€œThatâ€™s very nice of you to say,â€ said Betty. â€œI may do just that, it is convenient to just lock up the house and know heâ€™s being taken care of elsewhere. Of course, heâ€™ll be 13 in the spring. Once heâ€™s 13 I wonâ€™t be using a babysitter any longer when Iâ€™m just away overnight.â€
â€œHe can have sleepovers, then, if he wants to,â€ said Alice. â€œMy younger twins, Katherine and Kristine, are his age and they had fun playing together this weekend. You wouldnâ€™t have to pay for babysitting, it would be just a sleepover with friends.â€
â€œAnd they would keep him out of trouble by tying him up?â€ asked Betty.
â€œIâ€™m sure they would,â€ answered Alice.
â€œExcellent,â€ said Betty. â€œThat seems to be the way your oldest, Karen, reformed his behavior in the first place.â€
â€œItâ€™s all settled, then,â€ said Alice. â€œWeâ€™ll be more than happy to be his home-away-from-home when youâ€™re out of town. And Iâ€™ll be sure they keep him tied up, pretty much 24/7, so you can be sure he never slides back into bad behavior.â€
â€œPerfect,â€ said Betty. â€œCould I tell you a secret? Not to be told to anybody just yet?â€
â€œSure,â€ said Alice, â€œyou can count on my discretion.â€
â€œSamuel proposed to me this weekend,â€ said Betty.
She smiled broadly and took a ring out of her purse. It had a 4-carat round brilliant cut diamond in a platinum setting.
â€œWow, thatâ€™s quite a rock,â€ said Alice.
â€œYes, but Iâ€™m not going to wear it until we announce our engagement in the newspapers next month. Weâ€™ll have our wedding in June. He wants to take a month vacation and show me all the places Iâ€™ve wanted to visit in Europe, Rome, Florence, Venice, Paris, and Madrid. But I didnâ€™t know what to do with Jay, he hates the idea of a summer camp. Would you really take him for a whole month, or even six weeks?â€
â€œWeâ€™d be delighted,â€ said Alice. â€œWeâ€™d really love having him. And you would never have to worry about him getting into trouble, my daughters would keep him all tied up, 24/7, never alone, always watched over.â€
â€œAnd they all know how very ticklish he is, I hope,â€ said Betty. â€œThatâ€™s a very effective way of keeping him in line.â€
â€œThey all know,â€ said Alice. â€œAnd you can be sure weâ€™ll never let him forget how very ticklish he is. Just as surely as we keep him tied up 24/7, weâ€™ll be sure to keep him laughing.â€
The two women laughed and hugged each other, each of them thinking of the different pleasures to come that summer, after Bettyâ€™s wedding.
[To be continued.]
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet.
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### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by milagros317 » Sun Oct 17, 2010 9:55 am

Just a warning to the people who've been following this sequential story. It will be a few weeks before I have time to write the next installment, Jay's summer of bliss.
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet.
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### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sun Oct 17, 2010 11:12 am

> milagros317 wrote:Just a warning to the people who've been following this sequential story. It will be a few weeks before I have time to write the next installment, Jay's summer of bliss.

Hallo like story. If need a few week we have wait. Your is worth to wait. 4-6 Week would much fun.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by sarumansauron » Tue Oct 19, 2010 12:38 pm

> Plueschbabycd wrote:

> > milagros317 wrote:Just a warning to the people who've been following this sequential story. It will be a few weeks before I have time to write the next installment, Jay's summer of bliss.

> Hallo like story. If need a few week we have wait. Your is worth to wait. 4-6 Week would much fun.
> Andrew

I agree! I agree! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by milagros317 » Sat Oct 30, 2010 11:25 am

Jayâ€™s mother Betty and Samuel went ahead with plans for their wedding, which was eventually scheduled for June 26. It being the second marriage for both of them, it was a very small ceremony with only close family present.
Betty had taken a leave of absence for eight weeks from her job and Samuel, who owned his own business, had given instructions to his managers about how to keep in touch with him during that period. They were expected to return on August 21.
Jayâ€™s necessary possessions, including clothing, had already been brought over to Aliceâ€™s house the day before the wedding, for his long stay there during Betty and Samuelâ€™s honeymoon trip to Europe. Betty packed what she thought he would need and included the four padded bondage cuffs. She brought everything over herself, and tried to get Alice to accept some payment for having Jay as a house guest for eight weeks.
Alice refused, saying that it would such great fun for her daughters to keep Jay in bondage all summer that she ought to be paying Betty. The two women hugged each other as they said good-bye. Both were amused by the thought of the girls having such fun tying up Jay and tickling him, day after day, right there in Aliceâ€™s house.
It really was Aliceâ€™s house now. Rogerâ€™s early departure and late return from that business trip back in November had aroused her suspicions. Knowing what a good liar he was, she didnâ€™t confront him about it but rather hired a private detective to follow him on his next business trip, in January.
She wasnâ€™t surprised when Roger again left early, Saturday morning, for a trip to the companyâ€™s headquarters in Chicago with meetings to begin on Monday morning. He didnâ€™t return until Thursday evening, even though she understood the meetings were scheduled to last only two days.
The detective brought back dozens of photos of Roger and Tanya, a cute young secretary who went with him to Chicago. She was 22, just five years older than Karen, his oldest daughter, who had just turned 17.
The photos were damning, and a separation was arranged very quickly after Aliceâ€™s lawyer showed them to Roger. In the separation agreement, Alice got primary custody of their five daughters. She also got the house among her share of their assets.
When he turned 13 years old in March, Jay had been told by his mother that he no longer needed a babysitter when she was away for a night or two. Most boys would have greeted this news with joy, but Jay was sad. It meant he wouldnâ€™t get to be tied up and tickled out of his mind by Karen and her sisters, most especially Kristine. He had truly loved the fact that Kristine now considered herself his owner and he truly considered himself her devoted slave. He looked forward to licking her bare soles as his greatest reward for humble obedience to her. He said nothing of this to him mother Betty, but kept hoping that her wedding plans would go ahead as anticipated.
The day of the wedding, Sunday, June 26, 2011, Jay was in a nervous state of anticipation. He had not seen any of the sisters, nor their mother Alice, for months. But he knew that all was in readiness for his stay there and he could hardly contain his impatience as the wedding vows were being spoken.
Kristine, who had turned 13 in February, was equally excited. Her very own bondage slave and tickle toy would be delivered by taxi right from the wedding, in just about an hour. She had wonderful plans to enjoy tickling, teasing, and lightly tormenting him, all summer long, with the enthusiastic help of her mother and all her sisters. She smiled and scrunched her toes with pleasure, thinking about how much fun it would be.
It was 10p.m. The long taxi ride was over. Jay tried to tip the driver but he said that he had already paid, including tip, by Jayâ€™s parents.
Kristine, hearing the taxi pull up, was waiting for Jay and opened the front door as he approached it. She wordlessly pointed down to her sneakers as he entered, still wearing his only suit that he had worn to the wedding.
Jay immediately prostrated himself on the floor in front of her and began kissing the tops of her sneakers, alternating after ten kisses on each sneaker. Kristine folded her arms and smiled in satisfaction as he continued. All her sisters and her mother came to the front hallway to watch.
â€œThatâ€™s good, you may stop now, and lie on your back, arms at your sides,â€ said Kristine.
Jay obeyed her. She placed one foot on his chest, pressing down just a little.
â€œIâ€™m glad that you acknowledged me as you owner,â€ she said. â€œIt has been months since your mother brought you here to be babysat. I realize youâ€™re too old for that now, but you are still my property, my bondage slave, my tickle toy. You are never to speak unless asked a direct question. In fact, if the question only requires a â€˜yesâ€™ or â€˜noâ€™ answer, just nod or shake your head. You are to obey me and my mother and my sisters at all times. You are to show us all the utmost respect at all times. Karen is about to hand you a leather collar with a buckle that accepts a padlock. She is also going to hand you the key to that lock.â€
Karen did so. The collar was padded and had six D-rings attached to it.
â€œPut it on now, Jay. Adjust it so that itâ€™s comfortable for you.â€
Jay obeyed her, finding the right notch to buckle it on.
â€œNow lock it,â€ said Kristine. â€œYou donâ€™t need the key for that, itâ€™s an ordinary little padlock that goes through the opening in the prong of the buckle. Just click the lock shut.â€
Jay did so.
â€œYou have the key that will unlock it,â€ said Karen. â€œI gave it to you. Do what you wish with that key, now.â€
Jay reached up and handed the key to Kristine, who smiled as she put it into her pocket.
â€œThank you, Jay,â€ said Kristine. â€œThat shows that you are voluntarily my property, my slave, my bondage toy, and my tickle toy, all mine to tickle and tease and tie up and play with, mine forever. You have just, of your own free will, surrendered all control to me. Is that right?â€
Jay nodded his head yes.
â€œExcellent,â€ said Kristine. â€œNow I want you to get up and go to the guest room. There you will find your pajamas. Change into them, brush your teeth, and get ready for bed. Youâ€™re going to have a long day tomorrow so I want you well rested. When youâ€™re done in the bathroom, lie down on the bed in the guest room and lock the four bondage cuffs around your own wrists and ankles. Stretch out ready to be tied to the bed and wait for me.â€
Kristine smiled again as Jay obeyed here, scurrying up the stairs with the collar locked around his neck.
â€œHe must be a natural submissive,â€ said Karen. â€œHe gave you the key so eagerly, with such a look of devotion on his face.â€
â€œThat was gratifying,â€ said Kristine. â€œWe have eight weeks to train him to be my perfect slave, too.â€
â€œRemember,â€ said Alice, â€œno rough stuff. No marks or bruises of any kind. His mother gets him back just the way he is now.â€
â€œOf course, Mom,â€ said Kristine. â€œYou can trust us never to harm him. I would never do that anyway. Heâ€™s so cute when heâ€™s helpless, I just want to tickle him forever and help him utterly helpless, tied up 24/7. Iâ€™m his owner and his protector, I really like him. I just show my affection with tickling, lots and lots of tickling.â€
â€œAll of you young women should do that,â€ said Alice, â€œand I will, too. Weâ€™ll show him that we all really love him by tickling him, ever so affectionately, with breaks so he can catch his breath.â€
â€œAnd reward him by allowing him to lick our feet,â€ said Karen. â€œDonâ€™t forget how much he loves to do that.â€
All six of them laughed, thinking about how amusing it was to have Jay lick their bare feet.
Jay was awakened on Monday morning, somewhat early, by Alice tickling his feet. She sat on his legs and held back the toes of one foot, ticking the sole furiously with the plastic hairbrush that worked so well. She switched feet about every five minutes.
As he laughed and laughed, she explained some things to him.
â€œIâ€™m going to be working Monday to Friday, as usual, for the whole summer,â€ she said. â€œSo Iâ€™ll get to tickle you much less than all my daughters. Karen has a part time job at the fitness center teaching a womenâ€™s self defense course, so sheâ€™ll be here less than her sisters. The two pairs of twins will be devoting themselves to you. Wonâ€™t that be nice? Four young women, two your age and two aged 15, all spending their days keeping you helpless, tying you up in different ways, tickling you all the time. Wonâ€™t that be fun?â€
Alice, glancing at her watch, paused in the tickling. Jay nodded agreement while his laughter died down.
â€œThatâ€™s why Iâ€™m going to tickle your feet every morning,â€ said Alice, â€œstarting at about 7a.m. Iâ€™ll do it on weekends, too, just because I get up early then anyway. Great, youâ€™re breathing well again so Iâ€™ll resume.â€
She did so and soon Jay was howling with laughter once more. She kept tickling and tickling, and in time he was laughing so hard that he was sobbing.
â€œGood morning, Mom,â€ said Kristine, entering the guest room.
â€œGood morning, Kris,â€ she answered. â€œI have to leave for work now, so you can take charge of him. I want him to say kiss me good-bye first.â€
Alice got up from the bed and sat in a chair near the bedside. She slipped her feet out of her sandals and put one sole at his lips.
â€œJust five kisses, your lips closed, donâ€™t lick,â€ she instructed him. â€œThatâ€™s the way youâ€™ll kiss me good-bye when I go to work.â€
He kissed her sole five times and did the same to the other one when she presented it.
â€œSee you tonight, little tickle toy,â€ she said, putting her sandals back on and getting up to leave for work.
After Jay was untied by Kristine he followed her instructions, dressing in only his swimming trunks after using the bathroom and taking a shower. He came down to the kitchen and was permitted to eat breakfast himself, not tied up.
â€œItâ€™s rather tedious feeding you bite by bite,â€ said Kristine, â€œso Iâ€™ll only put you in a chair tie for meals when I think it would be amusing and have the time. Right now Iâ€™m anxious to get you tied in the family room. Dad took his precious barbells with him when he moved out, but I told Mom weâ€™d never find a better bondage device for you that didnâ€™t look kinky to visitors, so she bought an identical set. Go there and lie down in position, youâ€™ve been tied that way before several times, go there as soon as you finish eating. Weâ€™ll all be waiting for you there.â€
Indeed, when Jay got down to the family room after breakfast, all five sisters were there with ropes in their hands, a truly wonderful sight to him.
Karen put a clean pair of her own knee socks on his hands, his fingers and hands being completely covered by the portion intended to go over her foot with the rest of the socks extending past his elbows. Jay knew this was to prevent rope burn on his wrists as he pulled and pulled futilely on the bonds later.
She then tied his wrists together over his head with half a dozen loops of rope, neatly cinched. She tied his elbows toward one another. She tied his bound wrists to the leg of a massive couch, designed to seat the whole family.
Kerry tied his legs together at mid-thigh, just below his knees, and at his ankles. Meanwhile, Kelly tied his big toes together with soft yarn.
Kerry lifted his bound bare ankles a few inches and tied them securely to the bar, half way between the massive weights. She tied his toes back to the rope around his ankles. She put a pillow under his ankles so that they rested on it instead of being suspended in the air.
Katherine put another pillow under his head.
â€œNow open your mouth wide,â€ she said.
Jay opened wide and soon had a used, grimy, stinky gym sock in his mouth. Katherine used duct tape to secure it there, wrapping the duct tape around his head three times.
â€œThatâ€™s quite secure,â€ said Katherine. â€œThose arenâ€™t my socks, theyâ€™re Krisâ€™ socks. Itâ€™s fitting that you taste the sweat from the feet of your owner. Kris has saved up a lot of pairs of grungy, sweaty, grimy gym socks over the last few weeks, just so that youâ€™ll never lack for a suitable gag.â€
Kristine put two thin, clean black socks, rolled up, over his eyes and then taped them in place with duct tape. She wrapped a black muffler around his head, covering the duct tape.
â€œNow youâ€™re all ready for a long tickle torture session,â€ she said, looking down at Jay. â€œIâ€™m going to call this the standard barbell tie. Itâ€™s perfect for getting at your three best spots, your armpits, your kneecaps, and your very sensitive soles.â€
Looking up at her sisters, she said, â€œLetâ€™s get started!â€
Kristine herself dug into both of his armpits, using all ten fingers. Kelly and Kerry each took one of his kneecaps and kneading it, in just the way that drove him crazy. Katherine and Karen sat down at his feet and tickled his taut soles, alternately using plastic hairbrushes and their fingers.
Jay howled and shrieked into his gag. He yanked on his bonds but the barbells and the couch wouldnâ€™t budge at all. He laughed so hard that he cried.
After every twenty minutes of tickling, Kristine called for a break and let him catch his breath for five minutes. The young women took the opportunity to change positions and get at other parts of his body.
When Karen was at his head, taking her turn tickling his armpits, she leaned down and spoke directly into his ear, making sure that he could hear her through his ticklish agony.
â€œSuch a sweet little ticklish baby boy! So cute! We all just love tickling you. We missed you, we really did. I donâ€™t do babysitting any more, you were my last client. I work part time now at the W.O.W. center, that stands for Women Only Workouts. I teach three classes there, fundamentals of self-defense, kickboxing, and tai chi for beginners. Fifteen hours a week altogether, mostly in the evenings for working women. But I do miss you and thatâ€™s why Iâ€™m going to spend most of my days here at home, tickling you and tickling you. Thatâ€™s the way I show my affection for you, dear little Jay, by tickling you insane, because I know that you love it. Deep down, in your heart, you just love what weâ€™re doing to you. Tickle, tickle, tickle, dear little ticklish baby boy toy!â€
After that round of tickling Karen excused herself to go do her jogging and she left her four younger sisters to continue the tickle torture. They did so with glee, thoroughly enjoying the sight of Jay squirming and wriggling in his very secure bondage.
When Karen returned, three of her sisters were eating lunch in the kitchen. Kristine was down in the family room, carefully feeding Jay a blueberry protein shake for his lunch.
â€œWhen youâ€™re done, can I have him for an hour?â€ asked Kristine.
â€œSure,â€ said Kristine. â€œIâ€™m going to go eat my lunch now anyway. What are you going to do to him?â€
â€œNothing, itâ€™s what heâ€™s going to do to me,â€ said Karen. â€œMy feet are all sweaty and grimy after jogging ten miles in the hot summer sun. Iâ€™m going to leave his gag off, take off his blindfold so he can see what heâ€™s doing, and have him give me a very thorough tongue bath on my feet.â€
â€œExcellent!â€ said Kristine. â€œMake sure that he licks every last speck of grime and every last drop of dried sweat off. And make sure he thanks you for the privilege afterward, itâ€™s important that he be trained in good manners.â€
As Karen got a chair and put it astride his chest, with two legs on either side of him, Kristine removed his blindfold. He could now see Karen unlacing her running shoes and pulling off her stinking, sweat-stained socks. She placed one foot on his lips.
â€œStart licking,â€ she said. â€œFully extended tongue, long licks, and Iâ€™ll move my foot around so that you can get to all parts of it. Iâ€™ll let you know when to suck my toes, one by one.â€
It actually took more than an hour, about 70 minutes, until Karen was satisfied that both of her feet were cleansed of all the grime she had collected and well soothed. By the time he was finished, all her sisters were watching and planning to have the same treatment done to them as well.
â€œOnly one of us each dayâ€ said Kristine, â€œbecause it did take over an hour for Karen to get that really thorough tongue bath on both feet. Mom will want these, too, so we donâ€™t want to have him doing more than one a day. Iâ€™ve just written down a schedule. Karen on Mondays, because she just had hers. Me on Tuesdays, Kelly on Wednesdays, Kerry on Thursdays, Kathy on Fridays, Mom on Saturdays, because she isnâ€™t working on weekends, and me again on Sundays. I get two because Iâ€™m his owner.â€
Nobody objected to this and Karen got up and put on clean socks.
â€œWhat do have to say to me, Jay?â€ she asked. â€œGo ahead, you may speak.â€
â€œThank you ever so much for allowing me to clean and soothe your very lovely bare feet, Karen,â€ said Jay. â€œThank you ever so much!â€
â€œYou are most welcome,â€ said Karen. â€œAnd you heard the schedule that Kris just made. You are a very, very lucky slave, to be permitted to give all of us tongue baths, on both feet. But now itâ€™s tine to put your blindfold and gag back on, because we certainly want to tickle you until dinner time.â€
Even as she spoke, Katherine and Kerry were doing just that, using the same materials for the blindfold but a different one of Kristineâ€™s soiled socks for the gag.
â€œIâ€™m taking his rib cage for the first two hours at least,â€ said Kristine. â€œI want to count his ribs with my thumbs, over and over and over again.â€
It didnâ€™t take long for Jay to be turned into a quivering mass of jelly, tickled into insensibility, sobbing into his blindfold. He surrendered to the tickling, not struggling much, just laying there and quivering, laughing and sobbing, utterly helpless and totally defenseless. He didnâ€™t know who was scraping hairbrushes on his soles or who was digging into his kneecaps and his underarms, but he was sure it was his beloved owner, Kristine, counting up and down his rib cage, over and over again, with her thumbs counting each rib.
â€œLook at him, heâ€™s in the jelly state,â€ said Karen. â€œHeâ€™s not struggling at all now, heâ€™s just lying there and taking it.â€
â€œYouâ€™re right,â€ said Kristine, â€œand thatâ€™s great. Thatâ€™s just the way things should be. Physically, heâ€™s utterly helpless. Heâ€™s tied up so well that he couldnâ€™t escape in a million years. Mentally, heâ€™s totally surrendered to us. Heâ€™s given in, understanding that we control him in every way and totally accepting it. Just the way things should be. Itâ€™s a shame weâ€™ll have to stop for dinner when Mom gets home.â€
At 5p.m., Karen excused herself to eat an early dinner before going to work to teach her evening classes at the W.O.W. center. An hour later, the four younger sisters stopped tickling Jay as they heard their motherâ€™s car pull into the garage.
She greeted them as they were untying him and told them what to start cooking for dinner. By the time she got back down to the kitchen, changed into comfortable clothes, dinner was almost ready.
Jay, under Kristineâ€™s orders, was upstairs taking a shower and putting on a clean pair of swimming trunks. When he got downstairs, he reported to the dining room as ordered and sat in the empty chair next to Kristine.
Kelly and Kerry immediately began to bind him to the chair. They tied his torso securely to the back of the chair, causing him to sit up straight. They tied his ankles to the legs of the chair, and also tied his legs, just below the knees, to the chairâ€™s legs. Ropes around his thighs where tied under the seat of the chair. They stopped and looked at Kristine.
â€œYes,â€ she said, â€œtie his arms, too. This is his first dinner here for the summer so I want it to be a special occasion.â€
Kelly and Kerry tied his wrists to the arms of the chair and also tied his arms, just below the elbows, to the chairâ€™s arms. Ropes around his upper arms were tied around the back of the chair.
â€œYouâ€™ll never get out of that,â€ said Kerry with a smile, tickling him under the chin just to tease him.
She and Kelly sat down at the table on the same long side as Katherine. Jay was in between Alice and Kristine.
â€œMost of the time Iâ€™ll let you eat unbound,â€ said Kristine to Jay. â€œOn special occasions like tonight, your first dinner with us here this summer, youâ€™ll be in a very secure chair tie and weâ€™ll feed you, bite by bite.
â€œThat way,â€ she continued, â€œyou will be reminded with every bite that I own you. You are my slave, my personal property, and you are totally dependent upon me. You get to eat exactly what I feed you or have somebody else feed you, every bite is a gift from me. Do you understand?â€
Jay nodded his head yes. Alice and Karen took turns feeding him so that each of them could have time to eat herself.
Alice and her daughters talked through dinner, she describing her day at work and they telling her all about the fun they had tickle torturing Jay. When they got to the part about Karen getting a thorough tongue bath of her sweaty, tired feet, Alice laughed. They described the schedule that Kristine had devised.
â€œEvery Saturday I will certainly look forward to that,â€ said Alice. â€œAnd Iâ€™ll likely want him to spend at least an hour on each foot, not an hour total. After all, Iâ€™ve got the biggest feet in the house, size 12. His tongue is going to be quite sore by the time I get through with him.â€
â€œFor now you have the biggest feet in the house,â€ said Kristine. â€œBut Iâ€™m taller than you were when you were 13, you told me that yourself, I might wind up taller than you with bigger feet.â€
â€œI have enough trouble buying shoes, thatâ€™s a contest you donâ€™t want to win,â€ said Alice. â€œBut Iâ€™ve hardly had a chance to tickle Jay today, just his feet early this morning. Iâ€™m hoping for a nice tickling session after dinner. We do want to put his to bed around 10:30 or 11 every night, though.â€
â€œOf course, Mom,â€ said Kristine. â€œMy slave will be at your disposal shortly. Now that weâ€™ve fed him, we can all get him back into the standard barbell tie while you eat some dessert. We had most of chocolate cake for dessert after lunch but we left one slice for you.â€
Coming downstairs to the family room after eating the chocolate cake, Alice saw Jay tied to the couchâ€™s legs and the barbell just as he had been back in November.
â€œTake whatever spot you want, Mom,â€ said Kristine. â€œWe tickled him all day long, except for the time he was licking Karenâ€™s feet. You get to choose your spots all evening.â€
Alice sat down near Jayâ€™s legs.
â€œIâ€™ll start off with his very ticklish kneecaps,â€ said Alice. â€œWith him wearing swimming trunks, they should be even more sensitive than they were through his blue jeans in November. Let me test that theory by starting before the rest of you, just for a few minutes.â€
This was quite true, Alice found. Kneading her strong fingers into his bare kneecaps made him laugh uproariously into his gag and thrash as much as could in the secure bondage. Grinning with glee, Alice tickled his kneecaps for about five minutes before nodding to Kristine that the rest of them could start.
Kristine and Katherine tickled his bare soles with hairbrushes. Kerry dug into his armpits and Kelly tickled his rib cage.
All five of them smiled as it became clear that he was sobbing into his blindfold again, laughing so hard that he could not hold back the tears.
â€œJust relax and enjoy it,â€ said Kerry, talking directly into his ear as she kept ticking him under the arms. â€œSurrender to it, the way you did this afternoon. Just surrender to it, go limp and realize that youâ€™re helpless, that fighting us just makes it worse. Just relax and become a ticklish blob of jelly, ours to tickle and tickle and tickle, with no will of your own.â€
Jay began to do just that, relax and accept the tickling. He stopped pulling on the ropes and just quivered in his bondage.
â€œThatâ€™s right,â€ said Kerry, â€œthatâ€™s being a good little bondage slave, totally surrender to Kris, your owner, give up all control, relax and let Kristine direct your tickle torture, accept it and enjoy it. You know that you really love it, that you really want it, and that you really wish in your heart to be Krisâ€™ slave for ever and ever.â€
Jay admitted that to himself and gave in, gave himself up to the bondage, accepted it as just the way things should be. He merely shook and quivered as they tickled him, still sobbing into his blindfold but supremely happy to be Krisâ€™ tickle toy, her bondage slave, her property.
Kristine finished tying Jayâ€™s four cuffs to the bed and put the blanket over him, pulling it up so that his feet and ankles stuck out.
â€œI do trust you,â€ she said, â€œbut I will always verify that your cuffs are locked and securely tied to the bed every night. Now you will give me my good-night licking.â€
She sat in a chair near the bed and put her left sole on his lips. â€œLick each sole 300 times, giving me count after every 50.â€
Jay licked her sole 300 times and then did the same for her right sole when she presented it.
â€œThis was only the first full day of your summer of bondage here,â€ said Kristine. â€œYouâ€™re mother and stepfather wonâ€™t be back for 55 more days. What do you think about that? You may speak.â€
â€œI wish it were 55 years,â€ said Jay, with both love and sincerity in his voice.
â€œAw, youâ€™re very sweet,â€ said Kristine, kissing him tenderly on the forehead before she left the room.
[To be continued.]
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### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by Jay Feely » Sat Oct 30, 2010 12:01 pm

Nice continuation of the story
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sat Oct 30, 2010 12:19 pm

Hallo milagros317,
very good next part. But had don two thing other put him black swim goggle or locked blindfold on that can ale the time. The was also about swim ware this time but had give her old swim suite to show him even who is his mistress. I wait now of next 55 parts.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Nov 01, 2010 8:19 am

Great continuation! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Final chapter and Epilogue

Post by milagros317 » Sat Nov 06, 2010 10:02 am

It was Saturday morning, July 16th. Jay had been the willing bondage slave to Kristine for almost three weeks. He was awakened, quite early as usual, by her mother, Alice, tickling his feet.
â€œI love that youâ€™re tied up every night so that I can wake you up with tickling every morning,â€ said Alice.
There was a big grin on her face as she held back the toes of his left foot with one hand while tickling his sole furiously with a plastic hairbrush held in her other hand. After about ten minutes, she switched to his right foot. She hummed to herself as she tickled his right foot to her heartâ€™s content, tickling in rhythm to the song.
Finally done with his morning tickling, she unlocked his wrists and ankles from the four padded cuffs.
â€œTake care of your bathroom chores and report to the kitchen for breakfast. Be wearing only your bathing suit,â€ she told him.
After breakfast, Jay expected that the sisters and their mother would order him down to the family room, as usual, for what they called the standard barbell tie. Instead, Kristine took him by the hand and led him outside to the backyard. He was surprised to see a tent pitched there, and his eyes widened.
â€œYes, my sisters put up the tent just as I was putting you to bed last night,â€ said Kristine. â€œWhile you were licking and licking my bare soles, they were setting up this big tent. For a change today, youâ€™re going to be staked out on the grass, inside the tent. That tent has no floor. It will keep the sun off of us all and keep the neighbors from seeing anything, but youâ€™ll be able to enjoy the feeling of real grass on your back. Then we plan to tickle you insane, to tickle you into the jelly state, until youâ€™re a quivering, quaking, blob of ticklish flesh, totally helpless and utterly defenseless, laughing into your gag and sobbing into your blindfold, for hours and hours. What do you think about that? You may speak.â€
â€œThatâ€™s just the way things should be,â€ said Jay, looking at her with adoring eyes.
â€œYes, thatâ€™s just the way things should be,â€ said Kristine, kissing him on the forehead with genuine affection. â€œYou really are a very docile and obedient slave and that pleases me.â€
Having now entered the tent, Kristine gestured that Jay should lie on his back. He did so, stretching out his four limbs so that his wrists and ankles were near four large stakes that had been driven into the ground.
All six women set to work tying him down. Alice was wearing blue jeans and a t-shirt with no bra, and thick white athletic socks with her running shoes. Her five daughters were similarly dressed above the ankles, but all barefooted.
Kristine herself put his hands and forearms into clean knee socks before tying his wrists, very securely, to the two large stakes near to them. Katherine pounded four smaller stakes into the ground, two near each of his elbows. She tied his arms, both above and below each elbow, to those stakes. Kelly pounded four smaller stakes into the ground, two near each of his knees. Kerry, right there with her, tied his legs to those stakes, both above and below his knees. Karen tied his ankles to the large stakes near them. She then tied each of his toes back, with fuzzy yarn, to the ropes around his ankles.
Alice told him to open his mouth and popped a soiled, grimy, sweat-stained gym sock of Kristineâ€™s into it. She wrapped duct tape around his head so that the sock was securely held inside his mouth. She took a pair of goggles, intended for swimming, and put them on him. But these goggles had been altered. The formerly transparent lenses over his eyes had been painted black, both inside and outside. Soft cotton had been glued inside as well, so that it would be pressed against his eyes. Finally, Alice drove two more small stakes into the ground near his neck. She put a small pillow under his head, one that just fit between the stakes. She then tied the D-rings in his collar to those small stakes, restricting movement of his head.
All six of them stood up and surveyed their work with approval. Other than wiggling his fingers inside the knee socks, Jay had very little freedom to move at all. He was stretched out spread-eagled, helpless to their touch.
â€œThis stake-out on the lawn looks very secure and very amusing,â€ said Alice. â€œAnd I like the goggles very much, they go with his bathing suit. Now letâ€™s tickle him until he goes insane.â€
Within seconds, there were 12 hands eagerly tickling Jay, tickling his collarbones, neck, armpits, ribs, belly, knees, and feet. Various brushes were at hand to use as well, and the six women tickled him without a pause, sometimes changing the implement they were using so his skin wouldnâ€™t get used to any one particular form of tickling sensation.
Within ten minutes he was laughing so hard that he was crying, sobbing into the goggles. They continued tickling him, happy that he was so sensitive and so very ticklish.
â€œTwenty minutes, stop to let him catch his breath,â€ said Kristine.
They all stopped while Kristine, who had been tickling him under the arms, listened closely to his breathing. After a few minutes, she was satisfied that he was back to breathing normally.
â€œResume,â€ she said to her sisters and mother, and they did so eagerly.
â€œYouâ€™ll always get rest breaks to be able to breathe well,â€ she said to Jay. â€œI love tickling you so much! It would be easy to tickle you until you passed out, but Iâ€™ll never do that. That would be mean. No, itâ€™s much more fun to let you recover and tickle you almost to the point of passing out, over and over and over again, for hours. Tickling is the perfect form of light torture. It does you no harm, you recover from it quickly, and yet it shows you how dominant we are, your ticklers, driving you crazy, making you laugh hysterically, as much as we want, for as long as we want.
â€œMy dear little tickle toy! My dear little bondage slave! I thought it might take all summer to train you into the perfect slave, but youâ€™re there already. So docile, so obedient, so eager to be tied up all the time! You must be a natural submissive, you take to it so readily. Well, youâ€™ve found your paradise here. All of us and going to dominate you and tie you up and tickle you, all summer long. Enjoy it, my slave!â€
Several hours later, it was time for lunch. The five sisters all went into the kitchen to have theirs. Alice come back outside to the tent with two strawberry flavored protein shakes. One she fed to Jay, after taking out his gag. The other she drank herself.
Kristine came out to the tent just as Alice was finishing her shake.
â€œGood timing,â€ said Alice. â€œIâ€™ll go inside now and get ready for my tongue bath. You can watch him. Take his goggles off, I want him to see what heâ€™s doing.â€
Alice left and Kristine removed the goggles from Jay. She saw that the cotton inside was soaked with his tears. She pulled a chair over and sat down, using his chest as her footstool. She put the goggles down.
â€œThose can dry out while youâ€™re giving Mom a tongue bath on her feet. You do remember that she gets it on Saturdays, I hope. Do you know what sheâ€™s doing now? Donâ€™t answer, that was a rhetorical question. You probably noticed that she was wearing socks and running shoes while the rest of us are barefoot. Thatâ€™s for a reason, but not because sheâ€™s going jogging today. No, sheâ€™s upstairs now in her bathroom, using the hair dryer. Not on her hair, she hasnâ€™t just washed it. No, sheâ€™s using the hair dryer on her feet, still inside their socks and shoes. Sheâ€™s blasting her feet with heat, to make them sweat, to make them sweat a lot. She wants you to really taste her foot sweat, to taste a lot of it, to clean it all off with your tongue. Sheâ€™ll be back down here in about 10 or 15 minutes, with the sweatiest, most stinky feet that sheâ€™s ever had, all for you to lick clean. That way youâ€™ll understand your role here, the role of a very obedient slave, whose greatest reward is to be permitted to lick the sweat off of our feet.â€
Kristine stopped talking and just tickled Jay lightly on the ribs, using her bare toes to prod and poke him. She was still doing so when Alice returned.
â€œIs this chair comfortable enough, Mom?â€ she asked. â€œOr should I bring down one of the dining room chairs?â€
â€œItâ€™s fine,â€ said Alice, â€œitâ€™s big enough to straddle his chest so I can be in position for my tongue bath.â€
Kristine got up and Alice moved the chair as she had planned, then sat down.
â€œHave fun, Mom,â€ said Kristine, going back to the house.
Alice slowly removed her shoes. She held them down to Jayâ€™s nose, sticking the inside of each shoe over his nose, and ordered him to sniff. He smelled each shoe, sniffing deeply.
â€œWhat do you say?â€ she asked. â€œSpeak.â€
â€œThank you so much for allowing me to smell the inside of your shoes,â€ said Jay. â€œIt was an honor.â€
She slowly pulled off her socks, both deeply stained with sweat. She held each one to his nose and he sniffed deeply, with needing to be ordered.
â€œWhat do you say?â€ she asked. â€œSpeak.â€
â€œThank you so much for allowing me to smell your socks,â€ said Jay. â€œIt was a great honor.â€
â€œAnd now I want my tongue bath,â€ said Alice. â€œIt may take you all afternoon because my feet are so sweaty and so stinky. Begin!â€
Jay began to lick her left sole which she placed on his lips. He licked and licked with full extension of his tongue, over and over again. He sucked her toes when commanded. He licked every portion of her foot as she placed it in position. The aroma was quite overwhelming but he kept to his job, licking her bare foot clean, licking reverently and gratefully.
Two hours later, Kristine came out to see if Alice was done.
â€œIâ€™m having too much fun to let him stop,â€ said Alice to her. â€œCome back in about another two hours. Heâ€™s really an excellent foot-licker. He doesnâ€™t let the stink bother him, in fact I think he really likes it, at some level. Heâ€™s quite eager to please and takes instruction well. This is so nice, I want it to go on forever. Make that until dinner time, will you? Just before dinner time, come back and let me know that my dinner is ready. Itâ€™s Kellyâ€™s turn to cook tonight, if I remember correctly.â€
â€œYes, itâ€™s Kellyâ€™s turn,â€ said Kristine. â€œIâ€™ll be back when dinnerâ€™s ready.â€
When Kristine returned at 6:30pm, Kerry and Karen were with her to help in untying Jay from the elaborate stake-out. Alice withdrew her left foot from his tongue and spoke to him.
â€œThat was a fine tongue bath, young man. Thank you. Now what do you have to say to me? Speak.â€
â€œThank you ever so much for allowing me to lick your very lovely bare feet,â€ said Jay. â€œIt was a very great honor. Thank you!â€
Alice stood up and placed one bare foot firmly on his chest.
â€œYouâ€™ve found your true calling, Jay. You make an excellent slave and Iâ€™m sure that your owner, Kris, is proud of you. Now theyâ€™ll untie you.â€
Even as she was speaking, the three sisters there were untying Jay from all the stakes.
â€œWhen youâ€™re untied,â€ said Kristine to him, â€œrun upstairs and take a shower. Put on a clean bathing suit and report to the dining room for dinner.â€
It was after dinner and Jay was back in the standard barbell tie down in the family room. All six women were tickling him. Kerry and Kelly were each raking one of his soles with a plastic hairbrush. Karen was tickling his kneecaps with both hands. Alice was tickling his rib cage, kneading his ribs one by one, up and then back down again. Karen was tickling his armpits, digging in with all ten fingers. Kristine, sitting comfortably on the carpet near his head, was tickling his ears and nostrils with a soft brush while talking to him.
â€œSuch a ticklish baby boy! Weâ€™re having so much fun, tickling you insane, that we might just never stop. So much fun! Every time you wriggle and squirm it inspires us to tickle you more. Every time you sob, it inspires us to tickle you more. Every time you laugh into your gag, it inspires us to tickle you more. Poor little baby Jay, so very ticklish and utterly helpless, just the way you should be.â€
â€œIt would be wonderful to just keep him here as our bondage slave forever,â€ said Alice. â€œHe makes such a good foot-licker, I canâ€™t bear to give him up.â€
â€œIâ€™m afraid that his mother and her new husband, Sam, will be back in August, Mom,â€ said Karen. â€œAnd they might be more than a little peeved if you donâ€™t send him home to them on schedule.â€
â€œI know,â€ said Alice. â€œI was just day dreaming. It would be perfect to have him as our very own bondage toy, our tickle slave, our personal foot-licker, always and forever.â€
â€œMY slave,â€ said Kristine, â€œmy bondage toy, my tickle slave, my personal foot-licker. But of course he would be under my orders to serve all of my sisters and my mother.â€
All six of them laughed at Kristineâ€™s possessiveness but also welcomed the thought of having the very ticklish, very submissive Jay as their property, for their amusement.
The tickling continued, with brief pauses to let Jay return to normal breathing. He was clearly in the jelly state, laughing almost silently into his gag, sobbing into the cotton in his goggles, quivering slightly but in no way resisting, giving himself up totally to the tickling, surrendering totally to his owner. They tickled and tickled him, keeping him in submissive bliss in his helpless bondage.
At 11:30pm that night, Jay had been locked into his cuffs and tied to the bed, as usual. Kristine, sitting in a chair by the bed, had had her bare soles licked as usual, but had asked for 500 licks on each sole this time. As she was about to get up and kiss him goodnight on the forehead, she noticed an urgent look on his face. She settled back into her chair.
â€œYou look like you want to say something, Jay. You may speak.â€
â€œI just wanted to tell you how much I love you,â€ said Jay. â€œI love your mother and all of your sisters, but you most of all, Kristine. What your mother said is what I really want, to stay here forever in this house, to be nothing but your slave, your property, your bondage toy, your tickle toy, your personal foot-licker, forever and ever. I love you and worship you and want to serve you forever and ever, Kristine.â€
Kristine got up and kissed him tenderly on the forehead.
â€œThatâ€™s what I want, also,â€ she said. â€œI wish it were possible. I love you, too, my dear little bondage slave. I love most of all when youâ€™re in the jelly state. I donâ€™t know if you realize thatâ€™s what we call it when youâ€™ve been tickled so much and for so long that you donâ€™t even struggle any more, just like there and quiver like a bowl of ticklish jelly. I think Mom loves you best when youâ€™re giving her feet a tongue bath. I really love that, too, but not as much as having you in the jelly state, just a blob of ticklish flesh, all mine to tickle and tickle and tickle, forever.â€
â€œI didnâ€™t know that you called it that, but I know what you mean,â€ said Jay. â€œIn my own mind I call it â€˜the bliss of surrenderâ€™. It means I can barely make any sound laughing any more, Iâ€™m laughing quietly in my gag, Iâ€™m crying slowly but steadily, and I canâ€™t move. Itâ€™s not really that I canâ€™t move, I donâ€™t even want to move any more. Iâ€™ve surrendered to the endless tickling, surrendered and accepted it, and itâ€™s wonderful, itâ€™s agony but wonderful at the same time, I have no problems, no worries, no cares, all I have to do is lie there and be tickled, thatâ€™s all I have to do and I love it. I love it so much! Itâ€™s pure bliss. I wish you could keep me that way, in what you call the jelly state, forever and ever.â€
â€œI wish that, too,â€ said Kristine, again kissing him on the forehead.
Without another word, she left him tied to the bed for the night, content.
EPILOGUE
Samuel and Betty, Jayâ€™s mother and stepfather, returned from their honeymoon on August 21 quite a few hours later than scheduled due to airport delays. Jay was driven home by Alice the next day, Monday, with his belongings.
Most of them had never been used, of course, as Jay had spent the whole summer wearing only his bathing suits. He didnâ€™t bother to tell his mother that, nor did he inform her of what had been done to him in the eight weeks she was away.
Within a few days she and Samuel told him that his motherâ€™s house had been on the market while they were away and that a buyer had been found. They would all be moving to Samuelâ€™s house, in a town 40 miles away. This horrified Jay since it meant he would be far from Kristine and her family. He had been vaguely aware that Samuel, of course, had lived in a house of his own, but somehow he had been under the impression that that house would be sold and Samuel would be moving into his motherâ€™s house.
â€œBut weâ€™ll be so far from Karen, how will she be my babysitter any more?â€ he burst out with, without time think.
â€œYouâ€™ve forgotten,â€ said Betty, â€œthat I told you when your turned 13 in March that you donâ€™t need a babysitter any more. Most young men would welcome that. I think you have too much of a crush on Karen, anyway. Youâ€™ll soon be interested in girls your own age.â€
Jay didnâ€™t explain that it was really her youngest sister Kristine that he loved, and that she was his own age. He somehow didnâ€™t think his mother would understand.
Things worked out just as badly as Jay anticipated. Samuelâ€™s house turned out to be huge, over 20 rooms. Jay hadnâ€™t known that Samuel was so wealthy, but it mattered little to him. Going to a better school meant nothing to him either, since he was now far from Kristine, who he still thought of as his owner.
His mother was right in the long run. In due time, he did become interested in girls his own age at his new school. Unfortunately, whenever he mentioned tie-up games to them, they treated him like a freak and broke off seeing him. He was sad, and longed for the summer of bliss that he had once known.
The years passed. Jay went to college and graduated. He got a job that he didnâ€™t much like, working for a big insurance company as a software engineer. He never found a woman who would treat him as a bondage slave, a tickle toy, a foot-licking servant that she cared for and appreciated. He had been to commercial dungeons and paid professional Dommes to reenact some of the events of that summer, but it wasnâ€™t the same. They didnâ€™t really love him the way Kristine had, they were only going through the motions. He was not a happy man at 23, ten years after his summer of bliss.
Tragedy struck. His mother and Samuel were in their car on the New Jersey Turnpike when a drunk, driving an SUV at about 110mph, smashed into them from the side, sending their car spinning off the road. They were both killed instantly. The drunk survived and went to jail for two counts of vehicular homicide. That was little consolation to Jay who had really loved his mother and been genuinely friendly with his stepfather.
Samuelâ€™s lawyer handed him all of the paperwork, including the accountantâ€™s reports and the brokerage statements. After paying all state and federal estate taxes, Jay was richer than he had ever dreamed possible. He was shocked at how much Samuel had had invested and now realized that the one 20-room house in which he and Betty had lived had been modest compared to what he could have bought.
â€œYou can do anything want to now, young man,â€ said the lawyer. â€œItâ€™s all settled now, you are free to do as you wish.â€
Jay nodded and left without another word. The first thing he did, the very next day, was quit his job, which had never much liked. He had the luxury of telling his boss and his bossâ€™ boss at United General Life Insurance Company exactly what he thought of them.
Jay got his affairs in order, invested his vast inheritance the way he saw fit, sold Samuelâ€™s house and furniture, and moved into a hotel near the Newark airport. He was a rich man, aged 23, unencumbered by a fixed residence or by any job or close relationships.
Kristine had been shocked to hear from Jay. Not that she had forgotten him; she remembered the summer of his bliss at her house very well indeed. She had heard that the family moved 40 miles south and, by a few years later, presumed that he had moved on with his life to other girlfriends, presumably. She never expected to hear from him again, certainly not now, a little over ten years later. But she agreed to talk with him, in the very house where he had been her bondage slave.
Jay arrived on a Sunday afternoon at 2pm. He had only a briefcase with him. He was greeted at the door by Kristine.
â€œWow,â€ he said as a greeting. â€œYou really did wind up taller than your mother. And youâ€™re more beautiful than ever.â€
Jay began to kneel down to kiss her shoes, but Kristine hoisted him up by his elbows and stood him up again.
â€œNone of that,â€ said Kristine. â€œIâ€™m willing to hear what you have to say, but donâ€™t start by kissing my sneakers. And yes, I wound up at 6â€™5â€, two inches taller than my mother. Size 13 feet, too, a full size bigger than her feet. Iâ€™m the youngest but the tallest of all my sisters. Katherine is only 6â€™ 4 Â¾â€, and I never let her forget about that quarter of an inch. I hope donâ€™t mind if Karen and my mother join us in the dining room. The three of us still live here.â€
Jay just nodded and walked with her into the dining room. He saw Alice and Karen sitting there. Karen, now 26 by his reckoning, was about the same height as her mother now.
â€œI was very sad to read about your mother and Samuel in the newspaper,â€ said Alice. â€œWe are all very sorry for your loss.â€
â€œThank you,â€ said Jay. â€œI appreciate it.â€
â€œWhat are you doing now, Jay?â€ said Kristine.
â€œActually, I just quit my job,â€ he answered. â€œI used to write software for United General Life Insurance Company. You canâ€™t image anything more boring than that. But Iâ€™m here to talk about my future, what I hope to do.â€
â€œNobody here can help you get another job,â€ said Kristine.
â€œThatâ€™s right,â€ said Alice. â€œIâ€™ve unemployed now, also, with my benefits due to run out in three more weeks. The company I worked for went under. Kristine and Karen work at the W.O.W. Center, you remember, Women Only Workouts. It doesnâ€™t pay that well, and, to be honest, weâ€™re struggling to even stay in this house.â€
â€œKerry and Kelly are both married,â€ said Kristine, â€œwith kids of their own, too. Well Kerry had two and Kelly one and one more on the way. Katherine has a life partner, Helen. I guess she never liked guys much. She and Helen live in California now. Karenâ€™s been married and divorced, and she doesnâ€™t want to talk about the bum she married, so donâ€™t ask her. But none of us can help you with your future or with a new job.â€
â€œItâ€™s not that I need a new job,â€ said Jay. â€œI quit when the estate was settled, when I saw how very rich Samuel had been. He and my mother never discussed money with me, except to tell me not to worry about them paying for college. I was shocked at how much I inherited. I quit because the job was so boring and the people I worked for were such stupid, conceited morons. I had the luxury of telling them that, in detail, the day that I quit.â€
Jay took out the briefcase and handed the papers in it to Kristine. He eyes widened and she handed them to her mother who passed them on to Karen.
â€œWhy didnâ€™t he have a winter home in Aruba, maybe, and a summer mansion on the shore on Cape Cod, and a skiing retreat in Switzerland?â€ asked Alice.
â€œI guess all he cared about was his business, working to make it grow, and then about my mother, after he met her. They rarely traveled after that big honeymoon trip,â€ said Jay.
â€œFifty-five million dollars,â€ said Karen, with the awed tone of a woman who had been trying to see how to scrape together a few thousand in time for the next mortgage payment on her motherâ€™s house, in which she lived by necessity.
Jay got out of his chair and prostrated himself on the floor at Kristineâ€™s feet. This time she didnâ€™t stop him as he kissed and kissed the tops of her running shoes, over and over again.
â€œThatâ€™s enough kissing, you may speak,â€ said Kristine.
â€œKristine,â€ he said, â€œI want you to be my owner. I want to be your bondage toy, your tickle slave, your devoted foot-licker. I want to serve you and obey you forever and ever.â€
â€œThat sounds quite agreeable,â€ said Kristine, now smiling.
â€œYou should marry him, Kris,â€ said Alice. â€œIt will be more secure that way.â€
â€œI will be honored to be your husband as well as your slave,â€ said Jay, still at her feet. â€œYou know how much stamina I have as a foot-licker. I would be glad to lick you anywhere else that gives you pleasure, or not if you donâ€™t wish it. I would be at your service, in any way that you want, 24/7. I would expect to be kept in bondage, 24/7. You would decide exactly how I serve you and I would always obey you. I will of course serve your mother and any of your sisters who are here or who visit here.â€
â€œYes, say yes to him, Kris,â€ said Karen. â€œIâ€™ll babysit him whenever you need me to, I promise.â€
â€œYes, Jay, I will marry you,â€ said Kristine.
She placed one running shoe firmly on the back of his neck and pressed down slightly.
â€œYou will be my husband and my slave, mine to do with as I see fit,â€ she said. â€œI will love you and cherish you as my bondage toy, my tickle slave, and my personal foot-licker. I havenâ€™t decided yet whether to allow you to lick, um, elsewhere. Maybe Iâ€™ll see if you deserve it after a year of devoted service. Bondage 24/7 is a given, youâ€™ll be tied up all the time. A permanent tie-up game, I love it!â€
And so it was agreed, and so it was settled. They all lived happily ever after.
The End
[For those of you who liked this fictional story, donâ€™t worry. It wonâ€™t be my last one here.]
I love bondage, tickling, and women's bare feet.
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### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by Plueschbabycd » Sat Nov 06, 2010 11:59 am

Hallo like story very much. Is very great story. I had thought nearly similar end I only thought that his parents had accident in her Holidays.
I must thank you that you post finish of story in one part.
Andrew
"Don´t dream it, be it." Dr. Frank N. Furter in Rocky Horror Picture Show

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by sarumansauron » Mon Nov 08, 2010 8:42 am

Very good story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by mattbind1974 » Sat Nov 13, 2010 2:53 pm

a small point ... for the next story, pls add noses being turned up and held in place with tape ...

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by luckydog3 » Sun Nov 14, 2010 10:47 am

Why? What would be the point of that? to make you look like a pig?

### Re: The Greatest Babysitter (F/m)

Post by Jay Feely » Sun Nov 14, 2010 10:52 am

Or to increase the level of torture imposed on the boy.
You will have to subdue me to restrain me. I been a bad boy so make sure you torture me too with anything but pain.