## Schooled By The Sitter (F/m)

Post by emcar » Thu Jan 01, 2015 12:23 pm

Part I
I've always had the biggest crush on Shaina, she's really tall, like a model, but really athletic too. She has straight blond hair, green-brown eyes, and just a couple of freckles on her nose and cheeks. She's four or five years older than me and grew up a couple blocks down the street from me. Whenever my parents need a babysitter, even though I keep telling them I'm too old for that stuff, they ask Shaina.
On Friday my parents went out for dinner and a movie, like they sometimes do, and they got Shaina to watch me.
She showed up just as they were leaving, wearing a pair of black leggings, and one of her over-sized varsity softball sleeveless shirts over a neon tank top. As soon as my parents left and she was relaxing on the couch watching tv, I put my plan into action.
I ran to my room and got by box of tie-up supplies: a bunch of clothesline and a roll of electric tape, and a couple of pairs of handcuffs I got at the fair, and some bandannas and this ball-gag I made out of a belt and a racquetball. Then I ran back to the living room with my heart pounding.
"Hey Shaina," I said, breathlessly.
"What's up dude?" She asked absently, watching some MTV show with her hands behind her head and her big bare feet up on the arm of the couch. She has the hottest feet and even though she's an athlete her toes are always polished and painted crazy colors.
"Can you help me with something please?" I asked.
"That depends," she replied, raising her eyebrow.
"Can I tie you up?" I sort of stammered, "it's for boy scouts, for like boy scouts knots, and stuff."
"When did you join boy scouts?" She asked, making a weird face.
I started to panic a little. "Well," I said, "I haven't joined yet. I'm going to join in the summer, after school lets out. I just want some practice first, you know."
"And you need to practice on me?" She replied, folding her arms in front of her.
"Yeah ..." I managed, "there's some knots, that, like, you have to have somebody else." I could feel my face starting to redden with embarrassment. She wasn't falling for it.
"Fine!" I said, pouting, "I won't practice at all and then when I join scouts everyone will make fun of me."
I started picking my box of supplies up when Shaina turned off the tv and swung around so she was sitting facing me.
"Alright. Alright," she sighed. "You can tie me up."
I had the biggest smile on my face and immediately started pulling all of the clothesline out of the box and getting it ready.
"But," Shaina continued, sliding onto the floor and sidling over to me, "if I can get loose then I get to tie YOU up."
"Sure," I scoffed. I'd been looking at tie up stuff on the internet for weeks and there was no way she was getting untied until I untied her. "Put your hands out in front of you!"
"You sure you want to tie my hands in front? I might get out pretty easy," she said.
"I don't think so," I replied, wrapping a long length of clothesline around her wrists, "I know where to put the knots."
I tied her wrists together and then I tied her ankles together with probably 100 feet of clothesline. I was so excited I was shaking!
Then I tied her wrists to her ankles, so she was leaning forward a little bit, and I made sure to tie the knot on the top side of the rope, so she couldn't get to it with her fingers. Then I stood back beaming, with my hands on my hips.
"Wow," Shaina said, testing the ropes, "this is really tight. You must practice a lot."
"Yeah!" I shouted, "now you can try to get out."
With her tongue between her lips, she tried to reach the knot I'd tied with her fingers, but it was just a little too far away, just like I'd planned! But then she quickly rolled onto her back.
She was pointing her butt right at me and I could even see the blue thong she was wearing through her leggings, I was stunned! Before I even knew what was going on she had the big knot between her teeth, pulling it apart!
"Hey that's not fair!" I said, stomping my foot. But Shaina just chuckled a little as she spit the loose ends of the undone knot out of her mouth and started wriggling her wrists out of the ropes.
In under a minute all of the clothesline I'd used was piled on the floor between us and she jumped triumphantly to her feet with a "ta da."
I started pouting again and trying to say it was a practice or just a joke and that we should just watch tv or something, but she wasn't letting me weasel out of the bet.
"Get down on your stomach, with your hands behind your back, or I won't be your friend anymore," she commanded with finality.
She tied my wrists together with the palms facing and then she tied my ankles together, side-by-side. My dream was quickly becoming a nightmare!
"My brother Kyle and I used to tie each other up all the time when we were kids," Shaina explained, hogtying me with a third length of clothesline so that my fingers touched my heels. "I got pretty good at it!"
She gave me a friendly pat on the butt and stood up. Everything was really tight, but not uncomfortably so. Still, it's not how I wanted to spend Friday night.
"Now what else do we have," Shaina said, walking over to my box of supplies; picking it up and dumping it out in front of me.
"Oh wow," she said with a smile, picking up a pair of the handcuffs. "You have quite the little collection!"
I was trying desperately to find a single knot with no luck so I didn't notice until it was too late and she locked the cuffs around my feet!
"Hey!" I said, panting with effort, "that's not fair, you can only use the clothesline!"
"Hmmm," Shaina teased, "I don't remember that being part of the deal." She picked up the other pair of cuffs and tapped them against her chin. "Why would you have brought all this stuff out if you weren't going to use it?"
She slapped the second pair of cuffs around my arms, just over my elbows, pinning my shoulders back and making my arms completely useless! Everything I did to find a knot just seemed to make the rope get tighter!
"Did you make this?!" Shaina asked, holding the "ball gag" up in front of her face.
"Alright, c'mon Shaina," I grunted. "That's enough, you have to give me half a chance."
Shaina laughed, "That's a sure way to lose these bets! Trust me."
She knelt down in front of me and pressed the gag to my lips. "Open up," she said.
Not really thinking, I started to complain about the situation again and she slipped the ball between my teeth and buckled it in place.
"And what else," Shaina mused, picking through the pile of tape and bandannas and rope.
I really didn't like being tied up but for some reason I was really aroused. Even though I couldn't move much as it was, I didn't really want to struggle anyway in case I fell onto my side. I was just wearing a t-shirt and my pajama shorts and there wasn't really any way to hide how much I was liking it if I wasn't on my stomach.
Anyway, Shaina went kind of crazy with everything. She wrapped a bunch of electrical tape over my gag and then she completely taped up my hands, as if I had any hope of finding her knots anyway! She tied even more rope around my legs, above my knees, and then tied more rope around my thighs and ankles, pinning my legs in place. She wrapped the last length of clothesline I had around my chest and arms and then sat cross-legged in front of me with a big smile on her face.
"Ewww," Shaina teased, pointing, as a big string of saliva ran out from under the tape over my mouth, and dripped onto the floor. I was completely and hopelessly bound and gagged, all I could do was wiggle my toes!
I was trying not to look at Shaina while she was gloating, but the bright blue of her panties, barely visible under the thin-stretched material of her leggings, caught my eye.
Shaina slapped me playfully on the head when she noticed me staring. "I guess we're not quite done yet!"
She leaned over without uncrossing her legs and grabbed one of the bandannas from the pile. I squinted my eyes angrily at her, grumbling unintelligibly, as she knotted the bandanna tightly over my eyes.
I heard Shaina get to her feet and say "Alright, you've got about four hours until your parents get home to get loose. Good luck!" I groaned pitifully, but couldn't (or was afraid) to do much else. Things got even worse when I heard the digital clicking of her phone camera over a string of gleeful giggling.
Shaina walked away and dropped noisily back onto the couch. I wiggled my toes and rocked slightly back and forth, mewling pitifully into my home-made gag, but Shaina just turned the tv back on, drowning out my complaining with a Real World re-run.

### Re: Schooled By The Sitter (F/m)

Post by tedbangor » Sat Jan 03, 2015 5:42 am

A fun bit of turn around. Looking forward to the next part.