BABY SITTER: GIRL VERSION

BY OCTAVE

[ part 1 ]

My name is Stephanie. My first experience at childhood bondage took place when my folks were preparing to go on a four day trip. I was a precocious child at ten years old, and all of the sitters my folks knew refused to sit for me. Finally, the last one she called mentioned a new guy in town who might be just the right person for sitting me. My mom found out he only lived a few blocks away, so she took time to go there herself and ask if he could sit me for those four days. He would be paid $500.00, plus extra for any groceries he might wish to get. When mom returned, there was a big smile on her face, for the guy had agreed.

It soon became the day the guy would show for his baby sitting job. It was a hot July Wednesday afternoon, and when the doorbell rang my folks answered the kitchen door. I was dressed in only cut off jeans shorts and a skimpy tube top barely covering my nipples. When Mom opened the door, this beautiful red-headed young guy walked in, hot red cut off jeans shorts barely holding in his penis, carrying a rather large bag. His bare feet almost made me drool. Of course, my mom stood there open-mouthed, my dad with a slight smile on his face.

"Here is the $500.00 we promised you, and another $200.00 for groceries if you need to buy anything. Come along dear, we need to be leaving."

Finally, leaving instructions for the sitter, they left. I stood there for only a moment, then walked over to Brighton and pulled down his stretch shorts. He just stood there a moment, smiling, allowing me to look. Then he pulled his shorts back up.

"I see what your mother meant by you being precocious. Well, I have two young sisters at home whom I have to sit all the time. So taking care of someone like you will be no problem."

He paused, then snapped her fingers as if he had an idea (which I learned later was already planned).

"I have an idea for a game. You turn around and close your eyes and don't open them until I say so. I also want you to put your arms behind your back and cross your wrists."

"Why? What are you going to do?" I asked him.

"Oh, this is a fun game. Just do it, and you will see."

So, like the gullible ten year old I was (I said I was precocious, not smart about a lot of things), I did as he told me to do. I heard something, but I wasn't certain what. I next felt rope being tightly wrapped around my crossed wrists and tied off very snugly. Next, before I could reach, I felt a leather blindfold being put across my eyes and fastened at the back of my head. I knew now if I tried to run, I couldn't see where to go. Basically, he already had me in his power. But what came next truly embarrassed me to no end. I felt hands at the tube top and felt it pulled all the way to my feet, then felt the snap and zipper of my jeans shorts, and the hands pulling them off by the bottoms and felt them fall to my bare feet. I was naked, and the embarrassment was what he was after, after what I had done to him.

"Step out of them," he ordered me. I did so.

He apparently sat down in one of the kitchen table chairs, then had me stand in front of him. I felt a rope being tied around my waist, a single strand pulled down between my legs and in between my little lips, then he jerked on it which lifted me in the air a couple of inches to get it as far into my crotch as possible (which hurt, and I yelped when he did this), then pulled it up between my butt cheeks and against my anus, then tied it off as tightly as he could to the rope along my back. Then he helped me into a sitting position on the floor. He pulled up my feet and then tied my ankles together with a long piece of rope, then with something like a long shoelace tied my big toes together, tying the ends to the rope around my ankles. He forced me to roll to my stomach, then pushed my feet as close to my buttocks as possible, hog-tying me (I could actually touch my feet with my hands). Finally, he tried to force a ball gag into my mouth, and when I attempted to keep my mo uth shut, he pinched my left butt cheek so hard I opened my mouth to cry out, and that is when he managed to push the ball gag into my mouth and secure it behind my head.

"Now, you little son of a gun, let's see how you like this. Maybe, if I leave you long enough, you will decide not to ever do what you did to me again. Not to any guy. This is how I keep my sisters in line. By tying them up when my folks are gone and I have to stay with them. And I leave them tied up the entire time."

I struggled with all my might to get away, squirming around on the linoleum floor. I don't know if Brighton stayed in the kitchen, or if he left me alone. I didn't know how long he had left me tied that way until much later, after he untied me. It was about three o'clock when he first tied me up.

The experience was like a dream come true. As I squirmed on the floor, wondering if he was watching or not (hoping he was), I rolled from side to side, back and forth to try to loosen my bonds. On occasion, I thought I felt her hand on my bare butt, but when I stopped to see if it was, there was nothing there. I think he was playing with my mind. I continued to roll around on the floor, and was able to grab the crotch rope with my hand and was able to move it back and forth. It rubbed against my cunt lips and my clitoris. I continued until I orgasmed. I must have done this several times before he finally untied me.

He finally untied me, around seven o'clock, four hours worth. He refused me my clothes, so I remained naked and ate, but I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to tie me up again. He said he would, but not until tomorrow, Thursday. Perhaps I would like his sisters to come over, and be tied up with them as well. I told him that would be great. He called them, and said they would be over about ten the next morning. They were only a year younger than me, and I couldn't wait to meet them, and be tied up with them. Nothing sexual happened, but he certainly embarrassed me no end.