The Baby-sitter bondage story | chains, tied, ball gag

Robert was growing up very quickly - perhaps too quickly for his thirteen years. He was a big lad for his age and was beginning to feel his manhood approaching. Hence he resented the authority which Gwen, the nineteen-year-old neighbour, exercised over him when his parents were not at home. He grew ever more rebellious; Gwen grew ever more firm in her insistence that he do as instructed.

To be treated like a baby by a mere girl was just not on and he started to hatch numerous daft schemes for her subjugation that would teach her the proper place for the weaker sex. Straightforward plots, such as knocking her out, were out of the question because he knew only too well that to cause her harm would bring his Father's wrath down upon his head. Something subtle was required.

He spent a deal of time considering his younger brother Daniel to whom Gwen was obviously attached. Robert was yet too young to know, let alone understand, the term 'Judas Goat' but that was the idea he was bringing to fruition. Gwen liked to curl up on the end of the sofa, woman fashion sitting on her legs, while she read one of those soppy romances and, when he felt tired, Daniel would climb up beside her and cuddle up. Invariably Gwen would lift her arm and draw him to her. With much covert observation he realised that, in this position, both her legs and one arm were virtually restricted.

There would never be a better chance than was offered on such occasions! He spent several weeks scheming out the details, the step by step operation, the equipment he would need. It had to go right the first time because, surely, there would never be a second time and he needed a lasting victory at the one strike. In the comfort of his bed he imagined the moment of victory - Gwen, her limbs bound, cowered on the floor while he stood over her with one foot... No! Likely with a foot on her neck he would lose his balance and that was the last thing any victor could allow.

Better perhaps to have her arrayed in chains - big heavy chains that would restrict even her undoubted energies? But, the matter had to be faced, he had no access to any sort of chains let alone the locks that must go with them. Such naughty thoughts always came to nothing... he would awake to the morning sunshine.

Nevertheless, as she sat immersed in her book and cuddling Daniel against her side, Gwen was undoubtedly vulnerable from the back of the sofa. If she should cry out then anyone who heard her would assume that she was remonstrating yet again with her charges? First priority then must be to blindfold her, as would any good kidnapper. If she couldn't see him while she was denied the use of her legs and had one arm trapped under Daniel - then what?

But wait - how to get a blindfold on quickly and to keep it there? A pillowcase? A bit big and he could well fumble it. His bedroom window was set into a thick stone wall giving him a window seat; that had a long narrow cushion whose cover he reckoned would be ideal. If he snapped that down over her head she would immediately drop the book and bring that free hand up to fight him off? Out in the shed his Father had a large roll of grey duct tape! Now he was getting some place. A quick turn around the region of her neck - and NOT too tightly - would secure the hood and then he could take a couple of turns around that flailing arm. By that time he reckoned poor Daniel would have been ejected on to the floor but Gwen, if he could keep her on the sofa, would be down to one hand only.

The shed also contained the remains of a clothesline that had broken but it was still more than long enough? He brought it in and tried several arrangements. A noose in the end could be dropped over that flailing arm and, with the rope laid around one of the sofa's castors, he only had to haul on the other end to have her pinned into her corner. After that the other piece of the broken line could go around her ankles and she would be his to command instead of the other way around.

He refined his scheme carefully, detail by detail, but with no thought whatever of a time to put it to the test. In fact it hadn't taken shape as a real scenario until his Mother announced over breakfast one morning that their Father was taking her to a dinner dance being thrown for the Office staff. They would have to stay overnight and that would mean that Gwen would be in charge for the weekend; she looked meaningfully at Robert - that meant she was expecting them to behave themselves as little gentlemen should.

His first thought was that it meant the tiresome Gwen would be around for nearly two whole days. Just unthinkable. Then... having Gwen around was not really the problem... it was having Gwen running around giving orders and being bossy? Now, if she could be persuaded to spend the weekend sitting quietly in a corner...?

So it came to pass that his fertile mind dusted-off that long-cherished dream and rapidly applied the final polish. Saturday morning, while his parents were preparing, he gathered his props from the garden shed and the cushion cover from his bedroom and busied himself with strange practices behind the sofa. His parents departed around 4.30 and just before five Daniel put in his plea to watch the children's comic show on TV. Gwen obligingly set it up and settled into her corner with the latest of her books. Daniel cuddled up to her and she put her right arm around him.

In fact, it was all arranged just as he had imagined it. Gwen was sitting on her legs, right arm imprisoned under Daniel's weight, left arm squeezed between her own body and the arm of the sofa as she used it to manipulate the pages of her book. She seemed to have forgotten Robert which also was just as he required it. He pressed his GO button about five-fifteen and by five-thirty Gwen was lying on the carpet in a somewhat untidy - but effective - hogtie with her head in the cushion-cover held in place with two turns of duct tape as planned. A ball from his miniature snooker table was pushed into her mouth - taking the cushion-cover with it - and held in place by yet two more turns of duct tape.

"The Pirates have captured Gwen," he explained to the surprised Daniel. Daniel, who had fallen asleep soon after the pirate ship set sail on his TV program, thought it a perfectly adequate explanation and asked what the pirates were going to do with Gwen now that they had captured her? "Well," said Robert with considerable enthusiasm, "they usually take them to some eastern island and sell them as slaves. Now this," pointing down at the squirming prisoner, "is a big prize and should fetch a lot of pieces-of-eight."

"What..." enquired the practical mind of Daniel, "what IS a pieces-of-eight?"

"It was the stuff they used for money in those days. Hey, you keep on yawning. Time I think for your hot milk and bed?"

Daniel laid his head on his brother's shoulder and, as he was lifted from the floor, promptly forgot about the exotic prisoner left wriggling on the deck of the pirate ship as she waited for transfer to the deep and dark hold.

Unfortunately the act of undressing the boy and feeding him warm milk seemed to banish his tiredness and Robert was obliged to spend some twenty minutes persuading him back to sleep. He could only hope his prisoner wouldn't escape after it had all gone so well. He arrived back in the lounge just in time to witness Gwen sliding that left hand out of his rope binding and there followed some brisk work with the remainder of the duct tape.

But now he had set himself a problem ... how to get through the night? To just set her free was a trifle self-defeating? He watched her futile efforts for a while and found it a very absorbing sight and, indeed, it made him forget the ultimate penalty this prank was going to demand. He took the torch and rummaged around in the shed, then the back of the garage and finally in his Father's workshop. That last was really sticking out his neck but it yielded a wedge of plastic cable ties: "Let's see you wriggle out of these."

Now, thoroughly immersed in his role of abductor and triumphant suppressor of recalcitrant women, he set about making a more permanent job. He found that three cable ties made admirable handcuffs. Three more made just as admirable anklecuffs. The snooker ball proved very efficient at reducing the bloodcurdling threats that poured seemingly non-stop from the rebellious maiden's vocal chords. His amazement seemed to wax ever greater as, somewhat tired from his exertions, he sat and stared down at his handiwork as the bundle of very-angry and headless female flesh thumped, bumped, wriggled, gyrated, mmpphhed, reared, rolled and generally behaved as any decent captive should.

Yes. Robert was having his day!

His parents returned soon after lunch on the next day and his Mother, as she entered the dining-room, stopped dead and let out a squawk that brought her husband running. The boys were nowhere to be seen but Gwen, their guardian angel, was sitting with her back against one of the table legs; her hands were tied together around the leg and her legs, also bound together, were drawn up to her chest. A large scarf or cloth of some sort was tied through her mouth which, although it by no means silenced her, severely garbled her pleas for help.

Indignantly his mother set about freeing her but the father, on seeing the plastic ties, went for a cutter. As Gwen gasped out her story, both adults became angry: "You mean you've been like this since we left yesterday evening?"

They promised dire retribution but, to their surprise, the young girl begged them not to take any action but just to act as though nothing untoward had happened. "If you step in," she explained, "I will have been captured and needed rescue. I'll not be able to exercise any authority from now on - isn't that what Robert is aiming for? Please... let me deal with this my own way. I'll turn the tables in a way he'll never forget."

"Well..." The Mother now showed signs of unease but the girl re-assured her: "I can promise not to kill him. All I need do is reduce him back to his normal size."

She looked to her husband: "I think," he said slowly, "we badly need a subsequent engagement for... next Saturday?"

Gwen nodded assent: "That'll give me plenty of time. Perhaps... if you could take Daniel with you? I have friends who will give me all the help I need."

The following Saturday they returned home in the late afternoon to a sight that they will never forget; indeed the entire town find it hard to forget. In the front of the house close to the road a wooden drum had been set up to which an electrical cable snaked from the house. On top of the drum a circular wooden platform was mounted and this was being rotated continuously by an electric motor.

Robert knelt on the platform shackled hands and feet to the edge of the disc and he was wearing nothing except a nappy, a ball gag of bright-red hue and a large bow of equally bright-red ribbon in his hair. In front of his display was a large notice which, easily read from the road, declaimed:

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NEVER MESS WITH YOUR BABYSITTER

They found the keys to his restraints on the kitchen table.

Did Robert learn his lesson? Well, I can tell you that, since that day, I have lovingly put hundreds of pretty girls into strict bondage. Helplessly bound and gagged in a variety of restraints I have taken them into my bed, stretched them both on and over my bed, hung them from my walls and ceiling, on the back of my doors, concealed them hog-tied and ball-tied in cupboards, the bath, the attic, the cellar and the boot of my car. I've even packed them all ready for shipment in both a mailbag and a wooden crate. Perhaps my favourite is to see them in heavy chains languishing in my lounge begging for release from the cage.

They... we... have loved every minute of it and always have they made beautiful love.

But... since that day I have never given any of them the chance - and never will - to wield the restraints themselves. I am always Master in my own house!