My babysitting "troubles"

Postby giggywoo » Mon Apr 17, 2017 4:48 pm

Hi everyone. I'm Aylin, and I'll be telling you about some of my fun babysitting stories that I've collected over the years. If you want more, just let me know :)

Just to let you know, I'm a pretty short latina girl at 5'2. I've got medium-ish brown hair, green eyes, and I'm pretty fit. If you guys need any more information, just ask me :)

Part 1: A Novice Beginning

"Alright, Aylin. We'll be home on Sunday. We really can't thank you enough for stepping in at the last minute." Mrs. Robertson said, standing next to her husband at the front door. "There's money on the kitchen table for food, drinks, or anything else you guys might need. We've really got to go now, so thank you again! See you on Sunday!" she says, waving as she turns with her husband to go to their car. I smile and wave to them before shutting the door.

"Finally." I muttered underneath my breath. I really liked the Robertsons, but wow could they talk someone's head off. Locking the door behind me, I walk over to the couch and plop down. It had been a really long day, and I was planning on going home to sleep early, but then Mrs. Robertson called. Normally I would've said no, but she offered to pay triple my normal salary and I'm a broke college girl. There was only one logical answer. The brightside, however, was that the two boys were already asleep in their rooms. "My turn..." I say, laying myself down on the couch so that I could finally go to sleep. I close my eyes and begin to drift off, counting sheep as they bounce from one side of my brain to the oth-

"AYLIN!!" I hear echoing from the staircase, followed closely bare two sets of footsteps pit-pattering on the hardwood floors. The footsteps get closer and closer before eventually I'm forced to sit up and look at them. "Hey you two. Aren't you supposed to be in bed?" I ask, standing up to confront the children. They were standing side by side, one slightly taller than the other but not by much. Jeremy, the older and taller one, was 13 and had light brown hair. The younger one was Kyle, who was 12 years old and had dark brown hair. I had been babysitting these two for a few years, as their house is pretty close to my university.

"Yeah, we're supposed to be." Jeremy said, looking down at the ground for a few seconds. "But we couldn't sleep! We were too excited to see you!" he flashes me a smile, and I noticed that he had gotten his braces off since the last time I saw him. "We were wondering if you'd like to play a game with us?" Kyle said, speaking up. His voice had gotten deeper since I last spoke to him as well.

"Sure, why not." I said, rubbing my eyes to wake myself up. "What do you two have in mind? Monopoly, chess, twister?"

They shake their head. "We were thinking cops and robbers. Do you know what that is?" Jeremy says with a smile on his face.

I nod my head. "Yeah I'm pretty sure. Let me guess, I'm the cop?"

Kyle turns and runs off. "You guessed it!" Jeremy said, turning as Kyle runs back. Kyle hands me a box with a police woman outfit in it.

A smirk covers my face. "Alright you two. I'll change into this, and you two go get whatever you need."

They laugh and run off, reaching the second floor before I even have a change to take a breath. I walk to the bathroom in the hallway, box in hand, and shut the door behind me. I set the box on the toilet and open it, pulling the police officer costume out of it. It was clearly made for a child, but I'm a pretty small girl so I think I can squeeze into it. I take my shirt and pants off, staring at myself in the mirror for a second. I had recently been working out almost every day, and you could tell by the way my body looked. I don't mean to sound conceited, but my ass looked incredible. The black g-string panties that I was wearing seemed to disappear into my ass. I gave myself a playful smack on the ass before reaching over to the costume. I'll admit, I struggled to fit into it, but after awhile I was fully uniformed. The shorts were super tight, hugging my ass nicely. Normally, the top and shorts would connect to each other, but clearly this was made for some who's even smaller than I am. I'm 5'2, so this was definitely made for a child. Due to this, the top exposed my stomach quite a bit, but it wasn't terrible. The top was tight as well, and it pushed my breasts together. I'll admit that it looked nice, but I had concerns for whether or not this was acceptable to wear infront of these children. I figured they'd be disappointed and throw a fit if I didn't, so I finalized my appearance and exited the bathroom. Standing there were Jeremy and Kyle, dressed up in matching orange jumpsuits.

"So, you ready to play Aylin?" Jeremy asks, a smile crosses his face ear to ear.
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Re: My babysitting "troubles"

Postby giggywoo » Mon Apr 17, 2017 5:34 pm

Part 2: A Novice Beginning II

I nod my head to Jeremy's question, and instantly he bursts into character.

"Freeze where you are! Don't move if you know what's good for you!" Jeremy says, pulling out a fake gun and pointing it at me.

I raise my hands, as they never gave me a gun to defend myself with. "You'll never get away with this."

"We already are. We had some of our guys take out your backup, so you're all alone and no one is coming to help you." Jeremy says, as Kyle walks around him to open the door to the basement. "Now move."

We make our way into the basement, which I was fine with because this basement was actually nice. It's nothing like the basements that you see in horror movies. It was essentially just a larger living room, with lots of open floor space.

We walk over to one of the couches and I feel a hand shove me in the back. I fall face-first onto the couch, but it was soft so I wasn't hurt at all. I turn to them in anger, partially because I was playing along and partially because of the shove.

"So, what's your plan for me?" I ask, sitting up on the couch.

"You're going to sit there while we rob this bank." Kyle says, grabbing the gun from Jeremy and pointing it at me. Jeremy turns and goes into the corner to pretend to open the vault. The vault, in this case, was the closet. But hey, we're pretending here.

I nod slowly before I place my hands in my lap. Kyle walks over to the wall and grabs a gate that's originally supposed to be for a dog. He places it around the couch, "trapping me". I say "trap", because the gate is two feet tall and I could easily step over it.

"There, now you're in jail and you can't escape." Kyle says, putting his hands on his hips to admire his work.

I smirk. "Yes I could." I stand up and step over the gate, before Kyle grabs my arm and pushes me back over before my other leg could get over.

"Don't test my patience!" Kyle yells, pointing the gun at me.

"Don't you think it'd be smarter to restrain me somehow? You know, tie me up?" I asked. Kyle's eyes widen and he runs to Jeremy. Jeremy returns in his place, holding some rope.

"Give me your hands, prisoner." I orders, grabbing my hands and pulling them in front of me. He tries his best to tie them, but once he finishes I easily slip out of the rope.

"Oh, that was too easy." I say, laughing. "Here, try them behind my back. Tie the rope around my wrists, and then wrap the remaining rope around the other first rope." I turn around and cross my wrists behind my back. This time Jeremy ties them much tighter, and there's no way that I could escape even if I tried. I pull against my bonds, but there's no chance of escaping.

"There. Now sit, prisoner." Jeremy says, turning to walk away.

"I can still walk, can't I?" I laugh, wiggling my legs in the air. Jeremy runs over and grabs another piece of rope, and then returns to me. He forces my ankles together and ties them the same way that he did with my wrists. I struggle around and once again, there's no chance of getting out of that. Jeremy looks at his handiwork and nods his head, turning to go tend to the vault.

Now, I would be lying if I said that I wasn't enjoying my predicament a little bit. I had never been tied up before, and hadn't ever really fantasized about it, but I had always wondered what it felt like. And my oh my.....it felt good. Really good. I pulled against my restraints and the more I did, the tighter the knots felt. I loved the feeling of helplessness that I felt. I made a mental note to bring this up with Luke, my boyfriend, the next time I saw him.

I kept pulling against the soft ropes and loving every second of it, before I felt my costume begin to become a little more loose. There was also a familiar feeling around my ass. I took a moment to look down, and I realized that in my futile struggling, two things had happened. First of all, the spandex shorts (that were already very short to begin with) had made their way up, exposing my ass a little more than I was comfortable with. Secondly, the zipper on the front of the police uniform had come halfway unzipped, and my bra had made its way out of the top. Because the top wasn't all the way unzipped, the top was still pressing my boobs together. Here I was, half exposed and there was nothing I could do about it. I was freaking out, but I would be lying if I said that I didn't find the situation a little bit stimulating.

I was brought back into reality when I heard two pairs of footsteps coming around the corner from where the closet was.

Re: My babysitting "troubles"

Postby giggywoo » Mon Apr 17, 2017 6:21 pm

Part 3: The Escalation

When I realize that the two boys are on their way back, I quickly try to remedy the situation. To cover up my chest, I make my way onto the floor and lay on my stomach. To cover my ass the best that I could, I move my feet above it. I can't tell how effective my feet were as cover (because as I said, I'm a little girl with a butt that doesn't fit on my body. To simplify - I have a big butt, and little feet), but I figured some cover was better than no cover.

The footsteps stop right next to the couch that I was laying next to, but they don't say anything. I hear a little bit of shuffling around, before I feel one grab my ankles to hold my feet down, and the other grabs my wrists.

"What are you criminals doing?!" I proclaim, staying in character.

Finally, Jeremy speaks. "We feel like you need to be restrained some more so that you can't hop away. Hand me the rope, Kyle!"

I instantly knew what was going to happen. At least, I had seen it in a movie once. I can't remember exactly what it was called, but I think it was called a hogtie.

And hogtied I was. Jeremy had clearly gained some confidence after the first two binds, because this was tight. I mean, REALLY tight. It was a good thing that I was very flexible, because otherwise this would've been pretty uncomfortable. But for me, and my newfound love for being tied up, it was amazing. I pulled at the ropes and there was no chance I was getting out. The more I rolled around and struggled, the tighter the ropes became. I felt so helpless, but at the same time I felt free. It was a weird feeling, but I was enjoying every moment of it.

Kyle and Jeremy both stand up. "It looks like our work is done. I think we're going to go back to our headquarters for a little while. Don't go anywhere!" they laugh together as they turn around and go upstairs.

This was both good and bad. It was good, because I no longer had to worry about exposing myself to the boys, but it was bad because I was really stuck and couldn't escape. Not that being stuck was necessarily a terrible thing, given how much I was enjoying my bonds, but it could be a predicament.

After what felt like an hour went by, the boys still hadn't returned. Did they go to sleep? Did they forget about me down here? I wasn't sure, but I didn't want to stay tied up all night. I knew that escaping my restraints wasn't going to work, so I looked around the room. I spotted my phone that I had brought down with me on the floor a few feet away from me. I roll around and wiggle my way over to the phone, and unlock it with my nose.

"Hey Siri. Send a text to Luke." I say.

"Hello, Aylin." Siri says in her ever-polite, robotic voice. "What would you like this message to say?"

I clear my throat and begin to speak. "Hey Luke, I need you to come to 5782 Creedmoor Street now. I'm a little....tied up and could use some help." I pause and wait for Siri to send the text. Siri confirms that the text was sent, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Without a second passing, I hear someone walk up behind me.

"Well well. Look who's trying to call for help." Jeremy says, his voice deep and chilling.

I nod my head. "Yep. I told you that you'd never get away with this!" I remark, remaining in character despite everything. Jeremy reaches over and takes my phone, tossing it on the couch across the room.

"That should take care of that problem." he says, dusting his hands off.

"Maybe you should shut me up to make sure that doesn't happen again." I blurt out. I don't know why I said it, but it came out of my mouth. I had seen movies where the girls being tied up had a cloth tied in their mouth, so I guess I was subconsciously thinking about that.

Jeremy seemed taken aback. "H-how?" he asked, breaking his character.

"Grab one of those dish cloths, ball it up, and shove it in my mouth. Then use one of your handkerchiefs to tie it in place."

What was I saying? Where was this coming from? I was so confused, but the thought of being even more helpless turned me on even further.

Jeremy runs off and gets everything, returning quickly. He balls up the cloth and I open my mouth wide before he shoves the cloth in there. It was a tight fit, but he didn't stop there.

"Nmphow mrmpoll uph thmphe hampderchiefph." I tried to say. It definitely wasn't clear, but I think he understood the message. He rolled up the red handkerchief and tied a knot in the middle of it. He then puts the knot in my mouth and tightly ties it behind my head. He stands up and once again admires his work, laughing.

"Now I'm going to bed. If you can escape, then that's great. If not....see you in the morning, prisoner." Jeremy laughs and returns to his "headquarters", a.k.a. his room.

"Mmmmmmppppphhhhpppphhh!!" I yelled at him through the gag, pretending to be upset. In reality though, I loved the way the gag felt. It was so tight, and definitely shut me up. I pulled on the ropes and rolled around, the zipper on the costume getting even lower. My bra started to shift down, and I felt one of my nipples touch the cold floor. I felt how wet I was as I rolled around, and as I pulled against the rope I let a loud moan out.

I was enjoying myself so much that I jumped when I heard a pair of footsteps coming down the steps. "Shit, here I am with my tits out and one of the boys is awake again." I thought to myself. The footsteps weren't normal, however. They were heavier, almost as if it was a different per-

"Well, look what we have here." Luke says with a mischievous smirk on his face.

Re: My babysitting "troubles"

Postby Beeblebrox883 » Mon Apr 17, 2017 9:25 pm

Really enjoyed reading this. Can't wait to read more!

Re: My babysitting "troubles"

Postby BoundJana » Mon Apr 17, 2017 9:33 pm

Very good ^^ I hope you continue
What are you looking at? Finally put a gag in my mouth and play with me!

Re: My babysitting "troubles"

Postby bandit666 » Mon Apr 17, 2017 11:36 pm

I agree this is a very interesting read and very well thought out...please continue and tell all about the time before the boy's parents return...

It's always great to see a new writer appearing here

Re: My babysitting "troubles"

Postby Tiedupallday » Mon Apr 24, 2017 12:30 pm

This is really good, you should continue!

Re: My babysitting "troubles"

Postby DTtied » Fri Jun 02, 2017 10:53 pm

Great start, hopefully it'll get a continuation