01 - Grim's Tale
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By The Grim
Saturday, December 11th 2004 - 11:20:00 PM
Part 1 of the Grim's Tale
This is my first time posting here at this site, but I visit here often. This story is a 13-year-old boy and a babysitter. This story happened to me, but this it is exaggerated to fiction. I feel that the real story isn't that interesting, so I spiced it up.
It was early summer and school just let out a few weeks ago. At first I stayed at a camp outside of town, but it came to an end way to fast. My parents didn't trust me at my age so they hired their good friend's daughter named Sarah. Sarah was my usual babysitter and would usually babysit until football started in July. I was excited to find this out for obvious reasons.
As Monday morning rolled around my parents woke me up around seven in the morning. They told me, while I was still in bed, that Sarah was here and will take me out to eat if I got up and got ready. I crawled out of bed and got ready, and was finished to say good-byes to my parents. As I went into the living room there was Sarah sitting on the sofa, with her legs crossed waiting for me.
"Morning John." She said with a smile. I blushed and nodded. I always had a crush on her, and how could you not? She was a tall and slim 17-year-old girl-next-door. She had an oval face with a small, but cute nose and full lips. She had big blue eyes that made you fill warm inside and long blonde hair that came down past her shoulders. She then stood up getting ready to go and I couldn't help, but gawk at her. She had ample breasts that were covered by a tight pink t-shirt and a short skirt that stopped a couple inches above her knees. She had long, tan legs that were exposed for my pleasure. She wore flip-flops and had the cutest feet and toes. A sudden picture snapped into my head of her bound and gagged. My mouth dropped slightly when....
"Ready?" Sarah asked. I jumped and looked at her. She had a look not as if I was doing something wrong, but daring me to do it again.
"Yeah, ready when you are." I said trying to play it off. Fat load of good it did me because she always caught me starring at her. She never said anything about it, but that look worries me sometimes. We locked and left the house and got into her car to go get some breakfast.
While travelling in the car, I was plagued by image of Sarah bound and rolling over and over trying to get loose. I was into tying someone up for a long time. When I was ten, I use to tie my cousins up with scarves and belts, but they would always break free. I soon gave up after that and believed that I grew out of bondage. Then at camp we learned how to tie someone up with rope and my fetish was reborn even stronger. I quickly stunted my thoughts because of the tingling in my pants.
"So what do you want to do today? Asked Sarah. She had a smile on her face and a glint of mischief in her eyes.
"What do you want to do?" I asked her.
She already knew what to say, "Watching T.V. every day last year got old. How about we play a kid's game." She had something on her mind, but I couldn't be sure just yet. My hormones screamed to me "tie up game", but I had to make sure.
"What game did you like the most when you were a kid?" I asked.
"Cops and Robbers was my favorite." Sarah replied turning pink a bit. I knew it, it has to be, there is no other way.....
"Why did you like it so much?" I asked. It was a trap for me to fall in and I was 95% sure of it.
"Being tied up by my older brother." She said giggling and her face getting even redder.
I knew it, but I was still shocked. She had a lot of balls because coming out like that was big. Maybe she thinks I'm still innocent and won't judge her for being odd. My face burned as I asked, "Why did you like it so much and why not get your brother to do it?"
"My brother is in college," Sarah said playfully, but still blushing, "and I was wondering if you could do it?" Her face giving me a warm smile.
"Uuuuhhhh.....Yeah sure," my face burned an even brighter red, "but can we play....uuuhhh....at your house instead because I have.....you know.....no stuff that I would need." I said to her with my words rolling over each other from my nervousness. Sarah giggled and said "Sure."
After eating we went to her house. On the way we talked about previous bondage experiences she had with her brother. I opened up by telling her about camp and my own bondage experiences. We had a good conversation on why we liked it and felt deeply connected to one-another. She told me she wished her parents understood her more and were like me so they could converse about bondage also. She complained about her boyfriends and how they never would be interested in her, but were seeing if they could sleep with her. She told me she was a big flirt and was interested in a serious relationship. Better yet, she told me she trusted me a lot.
We arrived to her house and she told me to get comfortable, while she got some materials for our game. Sarah returned and said rather cheerfully,
"Everything you will need is in here. Go upstairs into my room and you can find everything you need. I'm going to watch T.V." After that she gave me a wink, kicked off her flip-flops, and plopped down on the couch.
I double timed it up the stairs and found her room open. There was a simple duffle bag sitting on her bed. On top of the bag was a rag with chloroform clearly written on it. I set the rag to the side and dumped the bag's continents on the bed. On the bed now was a mound of rope, scarves, duck-tape, shoelaces, and handkerchiefs. I quickly sorted the ropes and found two ropes about 10 feet long and three about 20 feet long, there was another long rope that was at least 50 feet long, and some scrap rope with the longest being 5 feet. I pocketed the two ten footers and placed the rest back into the bag except the rag with chloroform written on it. I slung the duffle bag over my shoulder and crept out of her room.
I moved downstairs without making a sound. I monitored Sarah as she sat on the couch watching T.V. I crouched and began stealthily creep behind her with concentration in each step. I stopped behind the couch with the chloroform rag in my hand. I stood up and extended my arms in one motion. My hand, with the rag in it, clamped firmly on her mouth.....
The Grim
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