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Name:Bob
E-mail:Me
Comments: Great page


Name:R Burns
E-mail:Me
Comments: Well, nobody seems to be posting here so I guess I'll throw in a story. My old girlfriend was a live-in babysitter for a family she knew when she was first going to college when she was 19. The baby was not even a year old, so besides diapers there wasn't much to do when she was watching him. She used to invite me over when she would be there alone, which was fine with the parents because they trusted her and me. One night they had to go out of town overnight, and she invited me over. I used to tease Karen that she looked like Mary Poppins, but actually she was rather beautiful. She had been a cheerlaeder in high school, she had large breasts and gorgeous legs that were curvy and always smooth like silk. That night she was wearing a white dress that went just below her knees, sleeveless and low cut showing lots of cleavage. When I came into the house I had a black duffle bag with me. She asked what it was for and I told her not to worry about it because she woudlfind out soon enough...


Name:R Burns
Comments: While she was putting the baby to sleep I was getting ready, and hen she came out into the living room I grabbed her from behind and clamped my hand over her mouth. She let out a muffled scream, then realized what was going on. I told her that she was being kidnapped and to do what I said. She nodded her head. I pulled heer hands behind her back and tied her wrists together with a three foot piece of cotton rope. I used anothe piece of rope to tie her elbows together, not touching but close enough to prevent much struggling. I led her over to the couch and told her to sit.I reached under the couch and pulled out two six foot pieces of rope that I had stuck under there while she was out of the room. Her eyes went wide in amazment as I wrapped one rope around her ankles oulling them very tightly together. Then I wwrapped the other rope above her knees locking them against each other. I asked her if she was going to be able to escape, and she laughed as she struggled and said that the only way she would get out was to scream for help. My heart pounded. I put my hand over her mouth as she screamed "HEEEEELLLLLLLPPPP!" but it came out "HHHHHMMMMMMMMMPPPPFFFF!". I reached under the couch again and pulled out a roll of duct tape. I tore off two eight inch strips and stuck them over her mouth. SHe sat there struggling and mmmpppffff-ing for a few minutes while I watched with wood that would not quit! Then I went back to my duffle bag to pull out my camera. I took a whole roll of pictures of her in different positions on the couch and the floor tightly tied and firmly gagged (sorry, no I do not still have them so don't ask). We had a lot of fun that night, and she did not get untied for about two hours. She was a really good sport about it and we spent the night together. I won't give the details but it was fantastic. God I miss that girl!


Name:John
Comments: My last babysitter was when I was 15. I was really offended when my parents were leaving for the weekend, and since I was still grounded for a small problem earlyer that week, they said I could leave the house for the weekend, and I would have to have a sitter. Linda was new to Seattle and didn't yet know anyone in the area. She was going to start college in the fall, (this was July), and had placed an add at the local Safeway store and a babbysitter. This was to earn some extra money before school started for her. She was only 18 and just 5 foot. I was 5' 9", so it was really a insult to have her there to watch over me. Mom and Dad were leaving Friday and would be back late sunday. I'd had tied up babysitter before, but I hadn't even had a babysitter is 3 years by then.


Name:S.napper
Comments:Well I don't have a story on a baby sitter tie up but more with a female friend. Back around the summer of '95, my Cousin Cherri and her Friend Lizzi, who has to be one of the few red heads I know that I usually prank on, came over to my friends house after being out on a Photo shoot. Both were still in there Swimsuits and just had starter Jersey's on. Well, I saw who it was and already had a plan for something later on to do. I told my bud I be back later to pick up the game we were play and went out and threw Liz over my shouder and both me and Cheri went back to my place. Well after going in I carried Lizzi to my room and laid her down on my bed, making sure Cheri didn't follow us in. I laid on top of her so that she couldn't get up and got some of this string I had lying around on the other side of my bed and kept in position so she wouldn't see me tying her ankles together. I had her ankles secure and then turned and she got a glimpse of her feet bound together in green string, All that happened was her eyes went wide as I got up and fliped her over on her belly and began to tie her hands behind her back. "Jay your nutz!" "Yeah so what". She just started laughing. I say she liked this but I know for sure she hated was came up afterwards. Tickle Torchure city along with a makeshift gag.


Name:ltd
Comments: Well!Tell us about the tickle torture Snapper!


Name:S.napper
Comments: Well, as far as the T Torchure goes, that did get a little not to mentioned here. Reason didn't post it.


Name:S.napper
Comments: One thing I will say though, me and Lizzie are going to get together again soon. I just recently bumped into her and said that she wants to do this again.


Name:John
Comments: Linda was very shy and didn't have much to say as she started her job. I knew she was a bit afraid of me but wasn't willing to say anything to my parents. The weather was in the 80's and we had a pool in the backyard. Linda brought her bikini and changed into it that afternoon, then went outside to lay next to the pool. From my second floor window I could see her laying there. She wasn't the best looking girl I'd seen, but she was the best looking one I had in my backyard. I took a 6' length of rope and tied a slip know on one end then went outside. Linda was laying face down and looked up at me. She asked what I was doing with that rope. I told her that if I like them, I always tied up my babysitter. She said don't hurt me or leave any marks. I said don't struggle and I wont. She crossed her wrist behind her back and said, fine I've got three older brothers and they kept me tied up most every chance they got.


Name:John
Comments: So I sliped the loop over her hands and tighten it down. Linda didn't say a word. I told her to stand up and she did, I wraped the rope around her waist and knoted it in front and led her into the house. Then I blindfloded her with a silk scarf of my mother. I took another and shoved it into her mouth, then wraped a thrid around her head to hold it in. I unwrapped the rope around her waist and had her lay on the carpet. I then hogtied her. I used a bathrobe belt to pull her elbows close toghter. She jerked a bit and shook her head no. I let up a little then tied the belt. That was when the phone rang. I answered it and it was my mother, they just made it to Portland and was staying the night. So she was just checking up on me. When she asked to talk to Linda, I said she was in the bathroom. Mom said that o.k. I wait. I untied Linda's legs and sat her on the couch. Took the gag off and wispered in her ear, don't make me mad, my mom want to talk to you. I held the phone for her so I could hear what was said. She told my Mom everything was fine and I was spending my time in my room waatching tv. After the phone call she asked for somthing to drink. I told her I'd untie her but she might get tied up later. Linda said no, leave me tied up, just get me something to drink with a straw please. I was joking when I said how about a rum and coke? She said that sounded good and asked for crushed ice if I could. That what she got. I sat on the couch and placed her but on my lap with her legs laying on the couch. Then held her with my right arm and held the glass with my right. The drink was 151 and Diet Coke, (That what we had), and I mixed it 50/50. She handled it and drank 1/2 right off. I watched that cute bellybutton move in and out while she drank.


Name:John
Comments: I sat there for an hour watching TV while holding Linda and her drink for her. By then she had drank to whole thing. She asked Me to hold her for a while if I would. I was starting to really Like Linda so I did hold her. She pulled in her feet and sorta into a ball. I couldn't tell at first, but she was softly crying. I asked what was wrong. She said she was home sick. This was the first time she had been away from her family and they were so far away. I took of the blindfold and wiped her eyes and she pushed her face into my chest and cried some more. Then she had to go to the bathroom so I finished untieing her, ( about four hours of being tied up), and watched her walk up the stairs. She wasn't real steady but not drunk either. She called behind and asked if I could make her another drink. I did and we talked for a couple hours ( mostly I just listened). By the end of the glass, she was drunk! She fell on the floor when she stood up to go the the bathroom. I helped her and she make it to the bathroom. She passed out, still in that string bikini, around 9:00 that night. I carried her to my bedroom and placed her on my bed. The bikini came off easy as I tied her in a hogtie one more time. She was my last babysitter, and the best one I ever had. The rest of the weekend I kept her tied up most of the time. In fact at one point, I had her tied to a chair and blindfolded when my fried, the paperboy showed up to get paid. Steve's mouth droped to his feet when he saw Linda. I said, Steve this is Linda my babysitter, Linda this is Steve the paperboy. Linda said nice to meet you. I had to turn Steve around and push him out the door. I't really was one great weekend!


Name:John
Comments: Why arn't we getting more support on this page?


Name:Jasc
E-mail:Me
Comments: Good question John. Some, like me, may not have any contributions. I do hope that those who do have stories will feel free to share them. I certainly would have loved to have experiences like the posters here. Please keep posting everyone!


Name:Anon
Comments: I Love Sally (Part 1) I've enjoyed many of the stories that have appeared in these and other pages. However, it has always been somewhat appealing to come up with ways to trap or trick a girl into bondage, stealthily tying a babysitter while she is asleep, for example, trapping girls with nets, or using some sort of ruse such as asking them to help with scouting skills like first aid (requiring serious bandaging) or knot tying. I hope my tales of such experiences will inspire others to come up with similar tales involving nets, lassoes or other such devices. Here is a tale of how I and a friend managed to get one sitter in a bind. I hope you enjoy it. My friend Mike and I always dreamed of catching one of our babysitters, tying them up and playing some high-stakes "Cowboys and Indians" with them helplessly immobilized. Figuring out how to get one of our sitters in such a situation turned into one of our greatest challenges. Our favorite scheme was inspired by an episode of I Love Lucy, one in which a pair of twins manage to trick Lucy into serving as a "maypole" as the two of them ran around and around her with one of Lucy's clotheslines. We tried to play a similar trick on a few sitters, but all of them were smart enough to figure out what we had in mind and declined to play our little game. Then, one day, a new sitter arrived, a particularly attractive girl and - to our great delight - not very bright. Sally was a clean-cut girl, sixteen years old with medium-length blond hair, tanned legs and a proclivity for wearing cut off blue jeans and tank tops. The day she sat for Mike and I one summer weekend, she was wearing just such an outfit (in this case a white tank top and particularly attractive short shorts). After feeding us lunch, she told us to go play out in the backyard. After some scheming and setup, we came back in and asked her to join us for some games. "What kind of game do you want to play," she asked as she followed us outside. "How about 'Here We Go Round the Maypole'" we replied, expecting the usual dismissal we received from former sitters who were familiar with their Lucy reruns. To our great delight, she replied "OK - How do we play."


Name:Anon
Comments: I Love Sally (Part 2) Our hearts pounding, we proceeded to grab a rope that had been left in "hiding," a long (over 100 foot) length that had been organized into two loosely-rolled coils. Mike and I each picked up a coil and handed Sally the middle of the rope, telling her to hold it behind her back since she would be playing the role of the maypole. She looked at us suspiciously, but then did as instructed, grabbing the middle of the rope and placing it behind her back. "Now what?" she asked. "Now we go around you, since you're the maypole," we replied as we began to run round here singing the little "Here we go round the maypole" ditty we had been taught by our favorite Lucy episode. She joined us in our song, seemingly oblivious to the fact that we were coiling loop after loop or rope around her body every time we did one more turn around her. As we sang and laughed, Mike ran counter clockwise around Sally while I ran clockwise, encircling the top of her body in one tight coil after another. Within a few minutes her arms, which had dropped to her sides, were helplessly pinned to her body. In the original Lucy program, the two twins had used a relatively short rope which only trapped Lucy in a half-dozen coils of rope. We, however, were playing for real and our 100 foot rope was enough to go around her body dozens and dozens of times. After a few minutes, Mike and I had our sitter's upper body helplessly mummified in rope. While I now suspect she knew what was coming when we invited her to play our little game (no one, outside of a sitcom, is that dumb after all), I suspect she had no idea just how thoroughly and tightly we planed to tie her up. "Guys," she said, as she realized she was completely unable to move her arms, "you might want to stop now, this is getting a little tight." "That's OK," we replied. "We're almost done."


Name:Anon
Comments: I Love Sally (Part 3) Needless to say, we had barely gotten started. We had used more than a third of the rope to encase our sitters arms and upper body. A few more laps around her and half the rope was used up to keep her hands and arms hopelessly pinned against her sides. Figuring it was time to move on, we took our coils and tied off her upper body with a series of knots, making her upper-body rope mummification permanent. We then dropped all pretences of the "Maypole" game and began working on her legs and feet with the fifty or so feet of rope that remained. "Guys, this is enough," she said. "I don't want to play this game anymore." "That's OK," we replied, as we worked on wrapping rope around her bare legs, knees and shins. "We're moving onto a different game: Cowboys and Indians." "So you'll untie me for that game?" she pleaded. "Fat chance," we answered as we finished tying her ankles, leaving her bottom half as tightly wrapped in rope as her top. Realizing her predicament, Sally finally began to struggle. But our knots all held. Had she begun to fight earlier in the process, she may have prevented us from binding her so thoroughly. By now, however, it was far too late. Her entire body, from shoulders to ankles was wrapped in over a hundred feet of rope. Her arms and legs were pinned, her struggles useless. "Let me go," she demanded, as Mike and I surveyed our captive. It was clear that without our help, she was going nowhere. Ropes held her arms tightly fastened to her body and her legs were tightly bound together. Her struggles were more like useless wriggles since they did nothing to loosen the tight ropes that bound her. After a few minute of struggling (to our great amusement) it looked like she was about to lose her balance and topple over. Fearing she might hurt herself without useable arms to break her fall, Mike and I carefully lowered her to the ground, propping her up in a sitting position while we went to get the supplies we needed for our Cowboys and Indians game.


Name:Anon
Comments: I Love Sally (Part 4) She struggled uselessly for a few more minutes, after which Mike and I arrived in full Indian headdress, with tomahawks (rubber), warpaint and a cloth bandana. In the original Lucy episode, the twins had used an apple to gag their captive, but we realized how ridiculous that was in the real world. Instead, we used the bandana to cleave gag our helpless captive, leaving her as unable to speak as she was unable to move or wiggle free of the ropes that held her captive. We began our Indian War Dance around Sally, grabbing lengths of her hair and pretending to "scalp" her with our rubber hatchets. Sally tried to shake her head away, but was obviously in no position to ease her predicament. After spending some time taunting our captive in this way, we decided to move onto the finale, "burning our helpless cowgirl at the stake". Mike and I each grabbed the bound sitter and lifted her up, dragging her across the yard and propping her against an tetherball poll at the far end of the yard. The tetherball was still dangling from the pole on a cotton line. After positioning her against the pole, we played a quick game of tether, during which we threw the tied ball around Sally several times, leaving her bound form lashed to the pole. We then proceeded to pile some firewood that was stacked nearby at her feet. "MMMMMMPH!!!" she screamed in her gag when she realized what we were up to. Her struggles to break free became frenzied, but they were as useless as they had been before. "Ugh! Kemosabi!," said Mike, oblivious to how un-PC his dimestore Indian imitation was. "Time to burn-um cowgirl at the stake." "Actually," I replied. "I've got a better idea."


Name:Anon
Comments: I Love Sally (Part 5) After emptying our water guns, we joined her in the mirth until the three of us were helplessly immobilized with laughter. (Actually, she was immobilized by a lot more than that.) We proceeded to untie her (no mean feat, since the knots we had used to hold her bonds tight were now soaked with water). After a little struggling, Sally was free and fuming. "You little pricks," she screamed. "Wait until I get my hands on you." She proceeded to chase us around the yard, using a length of rope she had picked up to try and whip our behinds like a towel snap. It was clear, however, that she was not really all that mad and may have actually enjoyed the experience. When my parents came home later that afternoon, none of us breathed a word about our little game (helping to convince me more that Sally may have actually enjoyed being tied up). On a couple of more occasions, we managed to trap or trick a sitter and even got Sally herself (as well as one of her friends) into an even tighter bind. More of those tales later.


Name:Frank
Comments: This is a cool site. I've had several experiences attempting to restrain my babysitters, girlfriends, even my mom. Occassionally I succeeded. Its been a lot of fun reading about others success and reminiscing about my past successes. Like I said, this is a cool site!


Name:Joel
Comments: Your stories remind me of the time me and my cousin, Diana babbysat me, when we were about 12. Diana was a bit short but well-formed for her age. One boring summer afternoon, she decided to irritate me by tickling me. I warned her to stop or I'd give her the tickling of her life. She asked me what I'd do and I responded by saying I'd tie her up and really do a tickling number on her! When she persisted, I retreated to our garage and came back with some pieces of rope. She barely resisted as I wrestled her onto a metal chair and tied her wrists together behind the chair. Since it was summer, she was wearing only a tank top and short shorts. When her wrists were securely bound, I tied each of her ankles to the chair legs. Since there was still some rope left over, I bound her torso more securely to the chair. Her young breasts were thus thrust forward very enticingly. Even though we were alone in the backyard of the house, I didn't want her screaming all over the neighborhood so I gagged her with a bandanna from the house. I then proceeded to tease her feet, legs, neck and underarms. Even though she was my cousin, I couldn't stop being turned on by her smooth skin and shapely legs. I paid special attention to her legs. In the meantime, she screamed hysterically behind the gag. After long minutes of tickling, she was sweating profusely and I removed the gag and started to untie her. Instead of getting mad, she requested I keep her tied up a bit longer. No problem there!


Name:lucky
Comments: Great site !!!!!!!!!! I have a great story to tell. Will post it later this week. I know you will LOVE it.
Lucky