Despite everything, she puts us through in this story; she’s still our favourite candidate if you want a babysitter, or someone to hang out with. We promise!
Who “we†are? Let me introduce everyone of any importance in this story. They are, in no particular order:
Peter (that’s me) 14 years old
Sandra (my sister, and a major pain in the arse, if you ask me) 16 years old, rapidly advancing the 60’s
Wanda (the babysitter) 30 something
OK, here goes! Our parents were going away for a couple of hours, and asked Wanda if she could stay with us until they came back. She, naturally, said she could. It just so happens, she likes us as much as we like her. She’s great at devising things for us to do. She’s often said, she could spend time with us, even without her getting paid.
The moment she stepped through the door, the look she gave us, told me she had something special in mind for us. No sooner had we said “Good bye, see you soon†to our parents and closed the door, than she said:â€I need you two,†she said, needlessly pointing at us, “to change your clothes. In this bag, I’ve got a few things I want you to wear. I think they’ll fit you.†She gave us a couple of plastic bags. When I looked inside mine, I saw a leotard and a pair of pantyhose. “As I understand it,†she continued, “neither one of you have been tied up before. Is that correct?†We looked at each other and shook our heads.
“Well then!†she beamed. “Why don’t we try doing two things at once? In your case, Peter, make that three. I take it you’ve never worn a leotard and pantyhose before?†Once again, I shook my head, too stunned to answer verbally. “Well then, off you go. When you come back, I’ll have everything set up here.â€
We did as she told us, and when we came back, she had put the contents of a third plastic bag on a table. When she saw us, she said:â€The two of you look adorable. You know that, don’t you? Now come over here, and we’ll begin. We’ll start with the basics.†Wanda told me to put my hands behind my back, about a foot apart, folded a piece of rope in two and gave it to Sandra. Before long, I had my hands tightly tied behind my back. Wanda inspected Sandra’s work, giving her a thumbs-up. Then, using the same technique, Sandra tied a rope around my thighs, just above my knees, as well as around my ankles. She helped me sit down on the floor, and Wanda said; “Now you have a choice; either leave him like this, or put him in what’s called “hogtieâ€. If you choose the hogtie-alternative, you just put him on his stomach, bend his knees and connect his wrists to his ankles, using a rope. But if it were up to me, I’d leave him like this. A hogtie would be a bit too advanced, I think.†They left me there, bound, for about half an hour, before freeing me. Then I bound Sandra the same way.
When it was time for me to release her, I was told not to release Sandra’s hands or knees, just her feet. Then Wanda tied me as before (but excluding the ankles), and told us both to sit down in a couple of chairs. She tied us to them, using a rope around our waists and chests. She went to get two long strips of cloth, folded in half lengthways. She tied a soft ball in the middle of it, and she forced it in our mouths, past our teeth, knotting them off behind our heads. Finally, she blindfolded us both. Then she said:â€I’ve just devised a little competition for you. Whoever gets out of the bonds first, get to decide what will happen to the one who loose. There will be no time-limit as such but remember, your parents can, and will, be coming through the door soon. So I suggest you get moving. But not until I say the word ‘go’.â€
Then, she left us sitting there, trying to get free. I managed doing so, just in time to hear a key being inserted into the keyhole and our parents coming in to the room. I thought they’d have a fit and forbid Wanda coming over ever again, but they just smiled and asked if we’d had as great a day as they had had.