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She'd just turned eighteen: you can guess how well she took it. She yelled, whined and complained that she was too old for a babysitter, that she was old enough to babysit Babysitter tied stories, so why couldn't she be alone for a week?
But her parents were adamant: she was not going to be home alone, and that was that. As soon as they were gone, she did everything she could to sass me: she refused to answer when I asked her polite questions, or snapped back; she made a mess in the living room, and refused to clean it up; the last straw came when I made dinner macaroniand she dropped her bowl on the floor. I snapped, I yelled at her that if she didn't want to eat, she wouldn't have to, and sent her to her room. While cleaning up the dining room floor, I realized I'd gone too far; when I finished, I walked upstairs to her room.
I knocked on the door. I knocked again; still not a sound. After a moment, I opened the door and stepped inside. Emily was sitting at Babysitter tied stories computer, and had her back to the door; she stared intently at the screen, entirely ignoring my entrance. I stepped up behind her, not trying to be quiet, and looked over her shoulder. Her web browser was opened to acovered in pictures and drawings of women, some naked, some not, but all in bondage. I cleared my throat loudly. She whirled around, her face white with shock. I won't tell them. I expected that; to tell the truth, so did I.
As I cut the rope into a few lengths, I started talking to her. Do you understand? Most people do. She did so, her forearms now parallel to the floor, and I took a piece of cord about two feet long, and tied them together. She drew a shuddery breath. I took a much longer piece of rope -about ten feet long- and tied one end around her right upper arm. I turned her around to face me, and pulled the rope across her chest, above her breasts, and wrapped it around her left arm, then passed it back across, below her breasts, and tied the end to her right arm.
I sat back and just watched her for a minute, while she wriggled in her ropes. It was clear she'd never been tied up before; she pulled at the ropes, trying to get familiar with them, to see what give they had, and where.
As she panted and pulled on them, I could see her nipples harden through the bra; she kept her head down, her face hidden by her long hair, as if embarrassed to be seen like that. Finally, Emily struggled herself out; breathing heavily, sweat beaded on her skin, she raised her head and tossed her hair behind her back.
I wrapped it around the ropes there, tightening them, then I brought it up and over her other shoulder, and tied the end to her arm-rope. I stood back to survey her: the last rope had tightened her chest harness, so it up her breasts, and pulled her arms up in back, tightening her shoulders back and thrusting her pert breasts up and out.
She drew a deep breath, and let it out slowly. I led her over to the bed and helped her sit down on it, then I took a two foot piece of rope and tied her ankles together.
I pulled Emily all the way on the bed, and turned her over on her front. Is that all right? She nodded. When she finally finished to lie, gasping for breath on her side, I stepped up beside her. I took the handkerchief. I wadded it up in my hand, and took the remaining bandanna in the other. I placed the handkerchief in her mouth, then lifted her head up and wrapped the bandanna around her mouth, then tied it behind her head, careful not to catch her hair in the knot. I pulled her off her side onto her front.
She nodded, and mumbled something. It could have been 'forward. I rolled Emily over onto her side, then lay down on the bed facing her; her breath caught in her throat as I put my hand on her naked side, and slid it up to her breasts.
She gasped when I put my hands on her breasts, then moaned in pleasure as I started kneading them, squeezing them and rolling them about. I took ahold of the upper edge of her bra cups and pulled them down, exposing her nipples. I leaned my head in close and gently nibbled and sucked at first one then the other. Still sucking on one breast, my left hand on the other, I reached down with my right, and started to rub between her legs. She jumped, and I stopped immediately. I returned to my ministrations of her breasts, and began rubbing between her legs again.
She moaned, as I changed from gently rubbing to squeezing and pressing; she moaned again, and pushed her crotch against my hand. I rolled away from her and stood up. I just watched her for a bit: after a while of silence, she grunted, and began moving about, Babysitter tied stories to find me.
I reached down and grabbed Emily by the arm and rolled her onto her face, then untied her hogtie.
Emily grunted questioningly, trying to look over her shoulder a pointless venture with the blindfold, anyway. I untied her ankles and thighs, then rolled her over onto her back. And unzipped her jeans. Emily made no sound as I pulled them down and off her, then climbed back on the bed beside her. I sat with my back against the headboard, and pulled Emily into my lap. I put my arms around her waist, my hands resting on her taut belly, and slowly brought them up to her breasts. I nibbled on her earlobe, whispering sweet nothings while massaging her breasts, and pinching her nipples.
She moaned again and leaned back against me with a contented sigh. I left off her breasts, and slid my hands down to her white panties. She whined questioningly, then moaned as I started rubbing her mound. Babysitter tied stories moaned louder as I rubbed faster and faster, her moans becoming full-throated screams through her gag; she screamed to a crescendo, shuddered, and fell back against me limply. After a while of just holding her, I untied Emily, and she got dressed, her panties wet.
We sat together on the bed, not saying anything. I nodded. I couldn't help but smile back. Gromet's Plaza Bound Stories. I first met Emily when I was hired to babysit her while her parents were away on a business trip. If you've enjoyed this story, please write to the author and let them know - they may write more!Babysitter tied stories
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