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Someone untie the babysitter!
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>From: [email protected]
>Subject: STORY - Toy Babysitter
>Date: 9 Aug 91 10:34:13 GMT
>Lines: 352
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Toy Babysitter
How did I get myself into this predicament? This is the question that
keeps popping into my head at the moment, the question I'm futily trying
to ignore as I stand here, naked and tied-up, as my two brat charges are
off somewhere, probably watching TV or something. I should answer this
question, actually, to at least pass the time...
I'm a full-time psychology major at the local community college, and I
hire myself out as a baby sitter as one of my part-time jobs. I figured
it was a great way to set my own hours and study as I earned the $$ I
need. As it happened last night the Millers were looking for a baby
sitter for tonight. The Millers are a sweet couple, with twins Henry and
Barbra, 11 years old. Mr. Miller works as a toy dealer, and has told me
that the sales industry is in desparate need of people with psychology
backgrounds. He's suggested that he could help find me positions after I
graduate, which if anything helps reduce my anxiety a lot, but most of
all he's been an inspiration. The Millers seem to live well, they live
in this large house. I wouldn't mind having connections with people like
this. Mrs. Miller often helps Mr. Miller out when she can. Tonight they
had to go entertain some business guests and were looking for someone to
look after the twins.
I've sat the Miller twins before. As 11 year olds go, they're on the
nice side. Though sometimes they fight or make a racket when they play,
many times when I visit they'd be excited I've come. Henry would show me
little paper models he made of ships or buildings or something. Barbra
would show me what she drew in class or something she knit or something.
I'm always impressed, even though they get practically all the toys they
would want from their dad's company, it's their creativity that keeps
them happy. Their attitude is catching, too, as sometimes I'd join them
in folding origami figures or playing with modelling clay and "play
Godzilla" with our work. But for the most part the Miller twins would go
off by themselves, and I'd go study by myself.
Tonight the twins suggested we play "cowboys and indians." I figured
I could spare a couple of hours playing before I hit my books. As it
turned out I was the cowboy (well, cowgirl) and they were the Indians.
They pretended to capture me, and then tied me to a pole in the basement.
"What the heck," I thought to myself, "if things start getting out of
hand I can always use my superior something-or-other and wiggle free.
After all, it's only a bunch of silly rope." I stood there pretending to
struggle and calling out "oh, no, somebody help me, please, from these
savage Indians!" while they danced around me in a rain dance or
something.
Barbra then pulls up a chair next to me and climbs up on it, looks at
me with sweet innocent eyes, and asks "Are you really our captive? Can
we do anything we want to you?" She sounded so sweet and innocent, in
fact, and of course we were playing so I did something I've since grown
to regret, I played along and said "I can't resist you Indians, of course
you can do anything you want..." and that was when Barbra proceeded to
push this rubber ball into my mouth. It was this pink super-bounce ball,
and though it fit in my mouth, I didn't have to stretch my jaws around it
or anything, it prevented my mouth from closing all the way. Henry then
proceeded to hand Barbra some lengths of duct tape, which she used to
tape over my mouth. One length went from ear to ear, over my mouth.
Barbra made sure all of the tape made contact with my skin as she
smoothed out the tape from the center to the ends with her palms and
thumbs. Another piece went from from above my right cheekbone to under
my left jaw, criss-crossing the other tape at the mouth, and another
strip went similarly on the opposite side. With the tape fit snuggly
like that I couldn't spit out the ball at all.
The more I think about it the more I think they had this all planned
out. Not that I could say anything, just this "MMMMMMhmmmhmmm...", that
was probably planned out too. After all, I DID say they could do
ANYTHING, and now even if I tried I couldn't go back on my word. But it
was also the way they handled me, keeping the other ropes tied while they
freed my hands, then tied my hands in front of me, then unwinding the
ropes around my body freeing it from the pole. My legs were still
snuggly secured to the pole by a couple of jump-ropes. Henry grabbed my
hands and sunk his weight, so I couldn't raise my hands or lift him, and
in this position I couldn't get the leverage I needed to push him away.
He kept me quite helpless as Barbra said "now let's take a look at THIS"
as she unbuttoned my blouse. She slid the blouse down until the highest
part was below my elbows. In effect, my arms were trapped in that
position now, secured in front by rope holding my wrists together, and my
blouse holding my elbows back.
Henry pointed to my bra and exclaimed "look, she's wearing a bikini!"
"No, silly, that's a BRA!" They both seemed happy poking into my cloth-
covered soft flesh there, they must never have seen mature breasts since
they were weaned. I was getting red now and tried to say "Ok, play's
over, you're not acting very Indian-ish" but it came out more like
"MMhmmm..mmnnaannhhhooonnnaaa... hhnnnoonnaann...
daannmmmaanneeennneeannneennhhhh" "What's she say?" asked Henry. Barbra
said "Sounds like she's saying 'yes it's a bra, take it off!'" to which
I immediately started shaking my head "NNNNNHHHHH!" I tried to struggle,
my legs were totally immobile as I found out, but I managed to shake my
hands and forearms up and down. "See, she's saying take down the bra!"
said Barbra. So they unhooked my bra in the back and slid that down,
too.
So now my elbows were pinioned both in the back by my blouse and in
the front by my bra. My breasts aren't perfect, they barely pass the
pencil test, but by the way those two were feeling them up you'd think
they were horny adolescent guys or something. I tried to resist, bending
forward and twisting away, but it was literally child's play for them to
stay with me. They seemed very interested in how my breasts jiggled as I
moved. "Hey, let's get her ALL naked!" squealed Henry. Barbra said "Ya,
and this is how we'll do it!" As Barbra unbuttoned and unzippered my
jeans, Henry came around back and looped my elbows loosely with a piece
of rope. He slowly tightened the loop until my elbows started going
together behind my back. I had to start standing straight up and arch my
back as my elbows were drawn together, leaving about 6 inches between
them. Now my wrists were drawn against my stomach and were useless
defending myself as they now had even greater access to my breasts, which
are now spread out and lifted a bit more due to my shoulders being drawn
back by my elbows. They were giggling as they touched my breasts, and
were now tweaking and pinching my nipples. My nipples are very
sensitive, and each time they tweaked them I couldn't help but let out a
little "mmNNN," which made it even more interesting for them to pinch.
While Henry was holding my elbow ropes tightly, Barbra untied my hands
in front. When my hands were free, Henry kept pulling at the loops
around my elbows, drawing them farther and farther back and together
until I felt them touch. Then Henry tied the loop together, looped
around my elbows a few more times, then threaded the rope between my
arms, making sure my elbows wouldn't go anywhere, and secured them
together with a knot. Meanwhile Barbra was busy slipping my blouse and
bra off my arms, as I vainly tried to resist with what motion was left my
forearms and hands.
The twins tied my ankes together, then wound the extra length of rope
around the pole behind. Then they untied the jumpropes that were hugging
my legs, thighs and stomach to the pole. With my elbows tied behind me,
my whole upper torso was rigid; I could only bend at the waist and neck.
Thus I couldn't keep my balance, and when the twins let go of me, I
couldn't help but fall. I tried to slow the fall by bending my knees and
twisting to break my fall with my shoulders and hand, but as my feet were
still secured to the pole I was definitely very helpless despite my hands
being free. Once down, both of the twins had an easy time sliding my
loose jeans and panties down below my knees. Then they left me alone.
"Here's my chance," I thought, "those pesky kids, when I untie myself
I'm going to punish them" was all I could think as I bent my knees, hips,
waist and back, trying to untie my feet. I don't know if this was
coincidence or planned, but the knot to the rope holding my feet together
was behind the pole; I had to bend around backwards while laying on my
side and try to feel for the knot. Since I was working backwards, I
couldn't actually see the knot and had to go by feel. The exertion was
making my whole body, especially my hands and the parts touching each
other, sweat, which wasn't helping any.
I manage to reach the knot with my hands, and while holding it with
one hand I feel for where the loose ends should be and try to trace back.
My fingernails aren't particularly long, I keep them short so they won't
interfere with when I type my papers, but at this time I sure could have
used long fingernails to help pry the loop loose. I thought I loosened
it, but as I pulled on a rope on one side, the knot tightened even
tighter than before. Usually I'm not a very emotional person, but this
whole business was very frustrating. Combined with my anger at the kids
and situation at the time, and my uncomfortable position, I tried to kick
and struggle out of frustration. Maybe by some miracle this would get me
loose, I don't know. Actually, I found out to my chargrin that the knots
only became tighter still. I let out a moan of frustration.
It was about this time that the kids came back. Henry was carrying
something leather in his two hands, and I could make out a rod thing with
something floppy on either end of the object Barbra was carrying. My
eyes glared at them, wild with anger, but Barbra just pointed and said
"ooooOOOOOOOooohhhhhh!" "Put these on her wrists," Barbra said to Henry,
pointing to what Henry was carrying, "and I'll put these on her knees."
As it turned out, the thing Barbra was carrying was a sort of a metal
bar, with leather cuffs on either end. She attached one cuff to just
above my knee. As I was still laying on my side, it was easy for her to
raise my knee to the side to attach the other cuff to the other knee. The
cuffs bucked neatly, like belts, only smaller, knee-sized. Who knows what
that thing now spreading my knees was originally used for. The things
Henry was carrying turned out to be leather cuffs. They buckled neatly
around my wrists; being about 3" wide, each cuff had two buckles to
secure them to me. Since they were so wide I couldn't bend my wrists
enough to take them off. The cuffs remind me of what punk rockers would
wear, only without the bright metal studs.
As they were putting these things on me, I was struggling, albeit
futily. Feeling this out of control and helpless, I HAD to do something.
The kids probably thought I was still playing or something. A couple of
kids manhandling me. If I wasn't this angry and frustrated it'd be
laughable. As I tried to get up off my side, they helped me to my knees
when they were through. Even with all three of us trying it was awkward
trying to get me up; my knees, spread roughly a bit more widely than my
shoulders, formed a rigid triangle connecting my knees and pelvis.
As my feet were still loosely tied behind me to a pole, and my jeans
and panties were likewise around the rope, I had to kneel. Though I
tried to sit back, with my shoulders pulled back like this I had to lean
back a little, so I lowered my head a bit and braced the base of the back
of my neck against the pole. It was awkward trying to lower myself down
even in this position, with my knees spread. I had to make my feet go on
tip-toe to get my heels high enough so I could sit on them. In this
position, though, I felt obscene, leaning back and exposing my breasts
and groin like this. The twins were certainly enjoying this, though.
Henry was calling out "Oooh, look Barbra, she has HAIR there! Why don't
YOU have hair there?" "They're growing in!" Though I could imagine why a
little boy would be fascinated by a naked girl, that would explain
Barbra's curiosity: she's just entering puberty! And I'm their textbook.
No, make that their live Barbie doll. In any case that was exactly how
they were treating me, like a toy, touching me and exploring my naked
body. "Look, Brenda's getting tired struggling, see her sweat?" "It
looks like she has to go to the bathroom, some of her pee is comming
out!" "That's not pee, it's gooey!" I felt mortified. They were
touching me nonchalantly where no one's ever touched me before, and here
I was getting wet like I was sexually excited or something.
Seems like there was rope dangling from my elbow rope. Barbra slipped
an end down through the thigh-triangle, then threaded it through a ring
on one of my wrist cuffs (there were rings there? Goodness knows WHAT
these cuffs are normally used for.) Then Barbra threaded the rope
through a ring on my other cuff, and pulled away from me. as the rope
tightened, it drew the rope going through my crotch tighter and drew my
wrists together in front of me and down. What the heck was she doing?
As she pulled tighter, I had to straighten out my back more and more, and
then arch my back slightly. Now I was kneeling, with my body
perpendicular to the floor. Then she tied the rope so the knot was
between my wrists, just out of reach.
"Wanna go for a horsey ride?" asked Barbra. They started untying my
ankles, then finished slipping off my clothes. With their help and
awkward struggling I got to my feet. You have to understand my position
now: with my elbows tied together, my whole upper torso acted like one
rigid block; likewise with my knees spread, my knees up to my pelvis
acted like one rigid block. The crotch rope holding my wrists merely
served to tie the two blocks into one rigid block. I couldn't bend very
easily, and with my feet spread and rigid like this it was very hard to
keep my balance. I tried to take a couple of steps. What could I do?
Then suddenly, from behind me, Henry steps one foot on my knee-spreader
thing and hops on to my back, wrapping his legs above my forearms for
support. Meanwhile one arm is over my shoulder, and the other arm
wrapped around my top, cupping a breast. "Giddyap!" he shouted. I
couldn't exactly shake him off, and I could barely balance before. I had
to bend forward a little to accomodate him, and the movement chaffed the
crotch rope against the lips of my vagina and anus. I tried tip-toeing,
maybe I can manage to swing one leg when I suddenly untiptoe one foot.
That didn't work too well. I tried hopping, using my calf muscles to hop
me forward. That didn't work too well either. Henry then said "Aww,
you're no fun." the twins then took off upstairs and left me alone
again.
So that's my situation right now. They've been gone for about half an
hour, by the clock. They probably went to watch tv or something, and
with their short attention spans probably forgot about me. I can just
imagine their parents comming back tonight and finding me tied up and
naked downstairs. That would really be mortifying. I was also finding
out just how well a job they did tying me up. All the knots were
hopelessly out of reach. There were other toys strewn around the
basement. I looked for anything that might be used as a pick, so I could
use it to extend my reach and hopefully get at the knot between my hands.
I've been able to move about, taking 2 inch steps, and taking care not to
fall. In my position a fall would hurt. This was when I realized that
most toys don't come with small or sharp edges. Safety for the kids,
most likely. So I waste a lot of time going all over the room trying to
find a tool, anything, to help me get out of my mess. Each step I take
becomes irritating; to move 2 inches I have to swing my hips a lot and
bend my waist to try to throw my weight forward. The movement alone puts
pressure on my crotch rope, which continues to chaff with the change in
tension. But every so often I'd almost lose my balance, and instinctively
I'd try to use my arms to regain my balance. Damn this crotch rope.
I finally realize that, at the base of the stairwell, there's a door
off to the side. I got to the door, but I realized it was set in a
corner, with the handle nearer the corner than the hinges. Great, I
neaded a handle that was flush with the wall. So I put one foot a few
inches away from the corner, push off with the other foot so I was
standing on only one foot, and leaned against the corner. I tried to
push my hips so that they're flush against the wall, so I could reach the
handle with a hand that is attached to my belly. After much stretching
and struggling I manage to get a good enough hold on the handle to turn
it.
The door swung into a dark room. A piece of string hung down from the
ceiling...a light switch! I tried to catch the piece of string between my
chin and neck, and after a lot of tries I succeed and pull it. The light
wasn't that bright, but better than nothing. Seems like I hit the
jackpot, there was a tool bench here! Everything was hung up neatly on a
rack behind the bench, though, hopelessly out of reach. Actually there
were a few odd tools lying on the bench. I tried to lean as much as I
could over the bench, hoping to reach for some of them. That didn't work
too well, but the episode with the door inspired me. I leaned AWAY from
the bench, lifting one foot, hoping it would reach some tool. That
worked, I caught a file under my heel. It was easy then to kick it off
the table.
My luck, it was a file with a pointy end. I kneeled down, then laid
down on my side to pick it up. I ended up falling down, though it wasn't
much of a fall, thank goodness. I picked up the file and tried to poke
the pointy end into the knot between my hands, trying to free an end or
something. Imagine my lying on my back now, with my neck straining to
see what I was doing. The bad lighting wasn't helping any, either, as
the shadows made things confusing. I poked myself several times, causing
my hands to reflexively strain against the bonds due to the sharp pain.
My neck, in this position, was getting tired and sore very quickly. I
decided I should prop my head against a wall or something. So I tried to
slide to a wall. The best way I managed this was to stretch out my
elbows behind me, then anchor my elbows, arch my back and push with my
heels to push my bottom towards my elbows, then to anchor with my bottom
and elbows and flex my knees. Damn this crotch rope! I repeated this
caterpillar-style struggle towards a wall, and continued. After a while
I gave up this mode, and tried to slip the file under the rope. Maybe I
can wear it down with the file. That didn't work well, the file wasn't
that coarse, and the rope was smooth nylon. I was giving up, so I
clumbsily got up and tried to go into the more well-lighted playroom.
I found that if I stood on one leg as before, so only one leg
supported all my weight, I could hop faster than if I tried taking steps
with both legs. So that's what I did to try to get into the playroom.
It was about that time when the twins from hell came back downstairs and
saw me hopping. They got excited and started saying things to themselves
that I couldn't make out (though they sounded like squeals of joy), as I
tried futily to hop away from them. Henry caught my raised leg, and
Barbra came around front and grabbed me by the crotch rope. Then with
Barbra leading, they hopped me over to the middle of the room. Henry put
another leather cuff on my ankle, and tied a rope to it, leading the
other end of the rope through a hook in the ceiling. I remember that
hook, they used it to hand a pinata for their birthday party a couple
years back. Now they're hanging my leg uncomfortably. There was enough
rope so that the other end hung down, and Henry was hanging on for dear
life. I was in grave danger of falling now, as it was hard enough to
keep my balance with only one leg. It was easier hopping before because
at least I was moving. They cuffed and tied off the rope at my other
ankle, so there was no way I could get loose now.
While Henry was busy tying me to the hook, Barbra was gone. She came
down now with a box. The twins set the box down a couple of yards in
front of me and took out a small stack of magazines. I caught a glimpse
of a couple of them, they had pictures of tied-up women with titles like
"Beauties in Bondage" and "Best of Bondage." I was beginning to see the
picture now. The twins discovered their parent's hidden stash of
"secrets" and decided to try it out on me, without really understanding
why people do such weird things. So these cuffs and spreader bar must be
what they were supposed to be used for right now, after all. Never knew
the Millers to be that type of people.
As the twins were flipping through those magazines they were going
"wow, look at THAT!" and such. Barbra gets this idea and comes over to
me, and removes one cuff of my knee spreader. I feel relief at the
sudden liberty I get; if anything at least I have better balance now.
Henry comes over, unties the rope from my ankle supporting my body, and
both of them pull down even more, so that my leg is now pulled way
overhead. I'm lucky I used to take gymnastics, that's why I'm flexible
enough for my elbows to touch and my leg to go that high, but now I'm in
the same boat again, precariously balanced on one leg. It's hard to keep
my torso up straight in this position. I didn't have to worry about that
for long, for they both pulled down my shoulders so my torso was pointing
down, and then Barbra slid and kicked my leg out from under me. They
both prevented my head from hitting the ground below, but they gently
lowered it to the ground. I was now upside-down, hanging by one foot.
My neck is slightly bent forward as my head touched the ground. Upside
down, I was completely disoriented, not that I could have moved much. I
tried to struggle, but I succeeded only in delighting them more. "Look
how her body changes when she's upside down!" "Would YOU like me to try
this tie on you later?" asks Henry of Barbra. "Heck no!" was the reply.
I guess they've known of this stash of stuff for a long time, and have
been trying it on each other. They probably DID plan this whole thing
out, just so that they can try out these things on me, someone with a
more mature build. The little devils...
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