BABY SITTER: GIRL VERSION

BY OCTAVE

[ part 3 ]

Finally, Brighton returned. "So, are you girls ready to be untied, or do you want more?" We all mumbled into our gags, our inability to tell her what we wanted bringing a smile to her face. "This is the way I like to see girls. Silent, and not able to move. So, I will ask you again, this time just asking one question at a time. Are you girls ready to be untied and free?" I noticed his sisters shaking their heads no, so I joined in.

"You want to be retied somewhere else?" The three of us emphatically nodded our heads yes. So he came over to us and untied our feet from our hands, then hobbled our feet with a one foot piece of rope. He formed leashes for each of us and tightened the slip knot around each of our necks and held on to the ends of the rope and virtually pulled us roughly down the stairs. We had to be careful so as not to trip and fall. He led us through the living room, dining room and kitchen, then down to the basement.

"I looked around down here. You have great rafters. I am going to take you one at a time and tie you each to them, and I have just the place so you can almost face each other."

He led me first, untied my hands from behind my back, retied them in front, then took the rope ends and pulled my hands up as far as they could go, literally making me stand on my tip toes, and tied off the rope. He then retied my feet together as tightly as he could. He then did each of her sisters the same way, Shawn to one side of me, Marla to the other, them facing each other, with me kind of to their sides, but far enough back we could look at each other with no trouble. The gags had remained all this time, and still they remained. Finally, before he left, he found some clothe spins and snapped them on each of our nipples which caused us to scream out through our gags. He just left us without saying anything. We struggled, but he really knew how to tie us up.

Being forced on my tiptoes made my arms ache. Our nipples burned with pain from the clothes pins. It must have been two hours when he was back down standing among the three of us.

"Are you girls ready to eat some late lunch?"

We all nodded, really hungry.

"OK. One at a time I am going to untie your hands, and then retie them behind you. I will hobble your feet again, and leave your nipples clamped just like they are, then take you upstairs where I will tie you."

He took us up all at the same time. When we got upstairs he retied us, on our knees, with our hands behind our backs and to our ankles which he retied together. He removed our gags and placed blindfolds on us.

"There is to be no talking. If you do, I will smack your bottoms with a paddle I have brought. Little girls need to be seen and not heard." He paused. I heard him doing something, but not certain what. I smelled what I thought was spaghetti. I heard bowls being placed on the floor.

"In front of each you on the floor is a bowl of FrancoAmerican® spaghetti. You have to bend over to eat. As you know, you can't use your hands. You are worse off than a dog, in that a dog can at least move around. Eat hearty, girls."

"But we can’t eat like this!! I yelled.

"Just for that, little one, you get ten swats with my paddle on your bare bottom." And he swung, and it hurt! I yelped, and yelped nine more times as he hit my butt with that paddle.

As I ate, I could feel the spaghetti sauce getting all over the outside of my mouth, my cheeks, my nose, my ass burning, the nipple clamps swinging as I ate. I wondered what I looked like. I wondered what they looked like! It wasn't long before I was through, my hunger now quelled. I wondered what was next. I lifted myself up onto my heels, not knowing what else to do. I felt a damp rag on my face. Brighton must have been washing off the spaghetti sauce.

He replaced the ball gags, and this time put a collar around our necks. He released our ankles, only to hobble them. I felt a tug on my collar.

"You are now leashed. I want you to stay on your knees." We obeyed her. He tugged on my collar, and I was forced to follow her, the sisters forced to follow me because our collars were tied to each other, and becoming very painful, my ability to move on my knees foreshortened by the hobble rope on my ankles. I don't know where he took us, but it felt like the living room because I felt the carpet underneath me. He removed the hobbles but retied my ankles securely, tied my hands to my feet so I was leaning slightly backwards, and remained blindfolded and gagged. He did something with his sisters in the way they were made to kneel, in that I felt the tug of my genital leash, and realized that it was being attached to the collars of his sisters, as theirs were to mine and to each others. We were so close I could feel their sides touching mine in a triangle of flesh.