## My First Baby Sitter TUG (M/F)

Post by LordNelson » Fri Nov 22, 2013 6:21 pm

Marilyn- My First Baby Sitter TUG
When I was nine my parents had a very active social life. Just about every weekend they went out on Friday or Saturday which meant getting a babysitter for me and my sisters. There were two teenage sisters that lived down the street and one or the other was usually called.
Since my sisters were younger they had an earlier bedtime. That meant that once they were down I had the sitter to myself for an hour before I had to get to bed. I had tried to trick both of the sitters into a game of cops and robbers in order to take them hostage but neither of them fell for it. I tried every trick I could think of but there was no way they were going to allow me to tie them up.
One evening my parents were getting ready for another night out when I heard my mother talking in the kitchen. She was giving instructions on snacks, possible games and bedtimes. That could only mean one thing. There was a new sitter.
I peeked into the kitchen and knew immediately who it was. She had her back to me but the long blond hair was unmistakable. It was Marilyn, one of the three sisters who lived next door over. At the age of nine I did not have much of an appreciation of teen age girls yet but I had heard my older cousins discuss them. From the neck down each of the three was “wow”; from the neck up they were “too bad about the face”. The oldest had a hooked nose and beady eyes and looked like a vulture. The middle one looked like Yogi Bear. The youngest had sad eyes and droopy cheeks and resembled a bloodhound.
Marilyn was the youngest. She was wearing a red tank top and her shoulders and arms were well tanned. Her black shorts were the really tight kind that girls wear when playing volleyball. Her long tanned legs ended at a pair of white sandals. If I had been a few years older I would have seen a gorgeous young body. As it was all I saw was a potential victim.
My mom spotted me and called me over to introduce me. Marilyn turned and gave me a big smile. My cousins were right; it really was “too bad”. After a brief chat I had established that she had not talked to my previous sitters so she was unaware of my choice of activities. Then she said something that gave me hope. ‘I don’t have any homework tonight so after your sisters are in bed maybe we can play a game.’
Living in an apartment I didn’t have the benefit of a garage or a father’s workshop where I could obtain any rope. I had yet to put together any sort of capture kit. In my previous attempts I had hoped that a few pairs of my sister’s tights would do the job. I had about two hours to come up with a better alternative.
As soon as my parents were out the door I ducked into their bedroom which was just off of the kitchen and began searching. The first thing I found was that my mother’s bath robe had a white terry cloth belt. In the closet was a basket with some scarves. I looked through my mom’s drawers and found something that I had never seen before. Tucked away behind her pantyhose were several pairs of nylon stockings. They looked rather fragile but I gave one a stretch and it was pretty strong. I took two black ones.
Since the apartment was small I was sharing a bedroom with my sisters so I would have to plan my adventure in one of the other rooms. I could tie her to the rocking chair in the living room but if one of my sisters went to the bathroom she would see us. I could tie her to a kitchen chair but the main entrance opened into the kitchen so if a visitor came to the door we would be discovered. That meant that I would have to get her right here in my parents’ bedroom. I stashed my gear under the bed where I could get at it easily.
At 8:00 my sisters were in bed. At 8:10 I was still waiting for Marilyn to get off of the phone. At 8:15 it was time to make my move. She suggested a board game, Snakes and Ladders, which was still on the kitchen table; she had played it with my sisters. I suggested Cops and Robbers. She asked how to play that.
I explained that first I would be a robber. She would be my victim. Then I would be the cop that comes to rescue her. She was okay with the idea but wanted more detail so that she could play her part. I hadn’t thought that far ahead so I had to make something up quick. I suggested that she was a rich woman with valuable jewelry. I was going to break into her home and rob her.
I sent her to my parent’s bedroom while I raced back to my bedroom to retrieve a toy gun. I had to enter quietly so as not to wake my sisters and then find the gun in the dark. Precious time was being wasted because I was unprepared. When I finally found it I checked the clock on the way back through the kitchen; it was 8:30.
I peeked into the bedroom. Marilyn was playing her part by looking through the clothes in the closet as if she were getting ready to change her outfit. I stepped in, closed the door and told her to put her hands up. She did so immediately. I got my stuff out from under the bed. This should have been a tip off to her that this was a set-up but she had no reaction.
At this point I was so excited I was almost shaking. My previous failures had not prepared me for this. I ordered her to turn around and put her hands behind her back; my voice cracked, my throat was dry. I was expecting her to say “no way” but she obeyed. I took one of the stockings, wrapped it around several times and then triple knotted it. Now I was screwed, I hadn’t expected to get this far and I didn’t know what to do next.
I paused for a moment and she asked ‘If you are going to tie up my legs could I sit on the bed instead of the floor?’ That was a great idea, I was glad she thought of it. With my gun in her back I marched her to the bed. She sat on the edge but then she slipped off when I bent down to tie her and just about landed on my head. My mom had those slippery sheets on the bed and the covers wouldn’t stay put. I helped Marilyn back to her feet and again she was one step ahead of me. She lay down on the bed and I tied her ankles with the other stocking.
I tried to gag her with the terry cloth belt but it was awkward standing beside the bed and trying to tie it behind her head. She helped out by rolling onto her side facing away from me. When I finally got it tied I looked at the alarm clock beside the bed. It was 8:45 so I had a few minutes before I had to make my escape and then return as the law to rescue her.
I stood and looked at my work. I was satisfied; the bindings looked tight and the gag was great. Then she asked me, quite clearly, ‘What do we do next?’ I didn’t know about using a wad then so my gag was not very effective. I told her I was going to gather the jewels and then make my escape. I was smart enough to say that I was going to check her bonds before leaving. This gave me another minute to admire the sight of my first bound sitter. Then I picked up the jewelry box and exited.
A minute later I came back in and announced ‘This is the police, does anyone here need help?’ She played the damsel and said ‘please help me, I’ve been robbed.’
I found out then that a tightly tied knot in a nylon stocking is not that easy to undo. I fumbled for about five minutes before turning her loose. She looked at the alarm clock beside the bed, 9:10, and said ‘The games over buddy, time for bed.’
I put everything away and then got my PJ’s on. I went to say good night to her. She told me that she it had been a fun evening with my sisters and I. She also said that she hoped my mom would call her again sometime. I hoped so too.
I went straight to bed but I’m sure that it was a few hours before I came down enough to sleep.

### Re: My First Baby Sitter TUG (M/F)

Post by bound-black-girl lover » Sat Nov 23, 2013 6:08 am

Any FUTURE opportunities to capture additional babysitters and/or perfect your capturing techniques?