Babysitter Bondage Bet (FFF/M) Pt. II
Posted: Fri Jun 26, 2020 11:23 pm
"I'm warning you, no parties, and keep an eye on your sister. If she's too much for you to handle, just call Aunt Becca." Hurriedly gathering her bags for her weekend-long trip, my mom sternly wagged her finger at me while I pretended pay attention.
"I know, Mom. Stop worrying so much, this is the easiest job I'll ever have."
Unconvinced, she stared at me in silence for a few seconds before repeating, "If you need help, call-"
"I know!"
All I could think about was having my girlfriend spend the night, and couldn't wait to send her the all clear as soon as Mom's car was out of sight. Trying not to seem impatient, I stood outside and helped her pack her bags into her Uber. After finally waving her out of the driveway, I casually strolled back into the house and reached for my phone. Patting down all the pockets of my jeans, I sighed and trotted up the steps to my bedroom. I searched through all of the usual spots I normally leave it but found nothing until I gave up and sat down at my computer instead. But it didn't turn on, and when I checked the cables in the back I found that the power cable was missing. Annoyed, I immediately went to confront Cassie only to find her waiting for me at the top of the stairs. She was wearing her favorite pair of lulu lemon leggings under a pair of tiny gym shorts that barely reached the top of her thighs, a matching pink camisole, and a pair of striped, knee-high socks. Leaning against the wooden banister with a mischievous smirk on her face, she was acting so cocky that it was obvious she was trying to piss me off.
"Looking for something?"
"Give it back."
Innocently batting her eyes, Cassie replies, "Give what back? I don't know what you're talking about."
Quickly losing my patience, I take a menacing step forward threaten, "If you don't give them back now I'm going to stuff you in the hamper again."
Playfully laughing while jumping back a few steps, she held her hand out and continued, "If you do that you'll NEVER find them."
My mind was of a singular purpose, and the thought of getting blocked by this little brat almost drove me to follow through on my threat. But instead, I listened while offering the most intimidating glare I could muster.
"I'll give you your phone and cable back, and I'll stay out of your way while you and Jessica make out all weekend...if you'll do a challenge video for my Youtube channel."
I rolled my eyes and groaned, "What kind of challenge."
"Follow me." Cassie skipped down the hall with a hyper, peppy energy that was nauseating.
Begrudgingly I chased after her until we both stood in the center of her room next to a chair she'd taken from the kitchen. Motioning for me to sit, Cassie watched me eye up the items gathered on her desk and answered my question before I asked it.
"It's an escape challenge. You get ten minutes to escape, no matter what you'll get your stuff back. But if you don't, you'll have to be my assistant in the next video."
There were only two lengths of jump rope, an almost entirely spent roll of duct tape, and a couple of zip ties, which seemed pretty much par for the course based on the escape challenges I've seen. Anxious to get this over with and confident I'd escape within seconds, I huffed and hawed over how stupid this all was while sitting down in the chair. But Cassie ignored me while busily going to work with what she had, tying my wrists to the arms of the chair with the jump rope. Moving behind me, she snaked the zip ties through the belt loops of my jeans and ratcheted them as tightly closed as she could manage until my hips her locked in place. Waiting for her to reach for the duct tape next, I kept looking from it to the monitor. Watching the scene play out from the camera's point of view, I caught Cassie trying to silently slide her sock from her leg.
"What do you think you're doing with that?" I start pulling on my wrist restraints and try to stand up, "Oh hell no, get away from me!"
Cassie tried to shove me back down by the shoulders but couldn't manage the strength, so she instead hopped on top of my lap to keep me seated in place, "Hey, stop! I'm not done yet! Hold still!"
"No! Cassie, I said n-no, no-mmmpph. Nummgggfff! Stofff! Caffeee stofff! Ugh mmm goff!" I coughed and gagged on the wadded up ball of wool and sweat, trying to push it away with my tongue.
"Mmmmmm! Doesn't that taste so good?" Her legs were wrapped around my torso to keep herself latched in place while I kicked and tested the zip ties anchoring my hips.
"Gnngg mmm mmmf! Gmmmff mmmff mm!" I was too disgusted to think straight, and played right into her trap when I spent the next few minutes sputtering and gurgling ridiculous sounds to the beat of her favorite pop songs.
Meghan Traynor's 'Lips are Movin' began to play, setting up a groan inducing joke from Cassie, "Your lips aren't moving anymore, are they?"
With one hand over my stuffed mouth, Cassie reached with the other into one of her desk drawers, revealing a brand new roll of silver duct tape. Singing along as she steadily wrapped tape around my face, she started to rock her hips in time to the music, and as the song progressed I realized that I was trapped in a music video. With a flourish she smoothed out the last of the tape over my mouth, standing up and strutting circles around me in a routine that had clearly been practiced well ahead of time. Once again I'd let hormones do the thinking for me, and now I'd failed as a babysitter less than an hour into my watch.
"Gnnffmm! Mmmfff nmmmff fnnnmm. Lmm mmm gmm. Lmmm mm gmmm!" I shook my head at her and the camera while trying to shout over the music, but she forced her hand over my taped mouth and held my head against her bobbing hip.
The thought of anybody else actually seeing this kept me desperately squirming through the entire video, despite knowing that it was exactly what she wanted. She's pulled off a few impressive revenge pranks against me over the years, but this was an escalation I never thought possible. I could see the angry, dumbstruck look on my face thanks to full screen view of Cassie's computer monitor, but there was nothing I could do to snap myself out of it. Always dancing in time to the music, Cassie duct taped my legs to the chair, wrapping up and down my thighs until they were strictly pinned apart. More jump rope from other desk drawers came out, and despite my best efforts she easily finished completely tying me up. By the end of the song, I was being squeezed in a tight web of tape and rope, with a homemade dunce cap strapped to my head as a finishing touch. She swaggers off screen at the final notes of the song, leaving me to awkwardly wiggle around to total silence.
"Nnmm-mm! Gmmffhmmm! Lmmm mmm gmmmm! Mmmm gmmm gnnngg ymmm!" Titled beyond belief, I rocked the chair back and forth in a fit of rage.
"Annnd...CUT!" Turning off the camera, Cassie stood in front of me with her hands resting on her hips, which were popped to the side in a sassy victory pose, "That.Was.AMAZING! Did you see the part where I did that spin around the chair, or when-"
"MMMMPHH! Mmmhmmm gnnngg gmmmff mm mmmf!"
"Oh, right. You want your stuff back."
Cassie reached back into her desk drawer and pulled out my phone, setting it on the chair between my legs, "Wow, Jessica's really been blowing you up."
"Lmmmff mmm gmmm! Gnnnffhmm, lmmm mmm gmmm rnn nmmm!" I demanded she let me go like we agreed, already knowing that she never said she'd let me go if I failed.
As I expected, instead of letting me go, she used my missing power cable to reinforce the zip ties keeping my hips held to a vigorous wiggle. As she expected, I didn't take this well, and for the next two hours she watched me struggle while editing the video, "If you don't tell me, I'm just going to tickle it out of you."
Without looking away from the screen, Cassie peels off her other sock with her toes, scrunching it up and rubbing it against my face. With one foot planted over my face to keep her sock pressed against my nose, her other foot dug into my ribs and sent me into a ticklish spasm.
She cued the next song on her list, and I was forced to endure an unending chorus of, "Who runs the world?! Girls! Girls! Who runs the world?! GIrls! Girls!"
"Now, what was that about stuffing me in the hamper?"
"Nnn-mm. Nmmphh! Nmm-mmm! Dmmmfff ymmm drrr! Gnnffhmm! Gnnffhmmm lmmm mmm gmmm!"
"Take a nice, big, deep whiff, because that's what you're gonna be smelling all weekend. Doesn't that sound like fun!?"
"Nmmff mm dmmff. Nnn-mm. Nmmm!" I could feel my phone vibrating against the chair as I bucked around, and could barely make out that it was Jessica calling.
Trying to block my vision with her foot, Cassie unleashed her full brat and proceeded to grind my pride into dust, smothering me into muffled grunts of disgust while laughing at my attempts to answer the phone.
"Should I get that for you? You look a little too tied up to talk right now." Without waiting for an answer, she picked up the phone and leaned back in her chair, propping both of her feet against my face.
"Hello?"
"Mmmfff! Nmm-mmm mmmmfff! Mmmmfff mmfff mmff! Mmmmfff mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmmmm gnnng ymmm fmmmf!"
To Be Continued?
"I know, Mom. Stop worrying so much, this is the easiest job I'll ever have."
Unconvinced, she stared at me in silence for a few seconds before repeating, "If you need help, call-"
"I know!"
All I could think about was having my girlfriend spend the night, and couldn't wait to send her the all clear as soon as Mom's car was out of sight. Trying not to seem impatient, I stood outside and helped her pack her bags into her Uber. After finally waving her out of the driveway, I casually strolled back into the house and reached for my phone. Patting down all the pockets of my jeans, I sighed and trotted up the steps to my bedroom. I searched through all of the usual spots I normally leave it but found nothing until I gave up and sat down at my computer instead. But it didn't turn on, and when I checked the cables in the back I found that the power cable was missing. Annoyed, I immediately went to confront Cassie only to find her waiting for me at the top of the stairs. She was wearing her favorite pair of lulu lemon leggings under a pair of tiny gym shorts that barely reached the top of her thighs, a matching pink camisole, and a pair of striped, knee-high socks. Leaning against the wooden banister with a mischievous smirk on her face, she was acting so cocky that it was obvious she was trying to piss me off.
"Looking for something?"
"Give it back."
Innocently batting her eyes, Cassie replies, "Give what back? I don't know what you're talking about."
Quickly losing my patience, I take a menacing step forward threaten, "If you don't give them back now I'm going to stuff you in the hamper again."
Playfully laughing while jumping back a few steps, she held her hand out and continued, "If you do that you'll NEVER find them."
My mind was of a singular purpose, and the thought of getting blocked by this little brat almost drove me to follow through on my threat. But instead, I listened while offering the most intimidating glare I could muster.
"I'll give you your phone and cable back, and I'll stay out of your way while you and Jessica make out all weekend...if you'll do a challenge video for my Youtube channel."
I rolled my eyes and groaned, "What kind of challenge."
"Follow me." Cassie skipped down the hall with a hyper, peppy energy that was nauseating.
Begrudgingly I chased after her until we both stood in the center of her room next to a chair she'd taken from the kitchen. Motioning for me to sit, Cassie watched me eye up the items gathered on her desk and answered my question before I asked it.
"It's an escape challenge. You get ten minutes to escape, no matter what you'll get your stuff back. But if you don't, you'll have to be my assistant in the next video."
There were only two lengths of jump rope, an almost entirely spent roll of duct tape, and a couple of zip ties, which seemed pretty much par for the course based on the escape challenges I've seen. Anxious to get this over with and confident I'd escape within seconds, I huffed and hawed over how stupid this all was while sitting down in the chair. But Cassie ignored me while busily going to work with what she had, tying my wrists to the arms of the chair with the jump rope. Moving behind me, she snaked the zip ties through the belt loops of my jeans and ratcheted them as tightly closed as she could manage until my hips her locked in place. Waiting for her to reach for the duct tape next, I kept looking from it to the monitor. Watching the scene play out from the camera's point of view, I caught Cassie trying to silently slide her sock from her leg.
"What do you think you're doing with that?" I start pulling on my wrist restraints and try to stand up, "Oh hell no, get away from me!"
Cassie tried to shove me back down by the shoulders but couldn't manage the strength, so she instead hopped on top of my lap to keep me seated in place, "Hey, stop! I'm not done yet! Hold still!"
"No! Cassie, I said n-no, no-mmmpph. Nummgggfff! Stofff! Caffeee stofff! Ugh mmm goff!" I coughed and gagged on the wadded up ball of wool and sweat, trying to push it away with my tongue.
"Mmmmmm! Doesn't that taste so good?" Her legs were wrapped around my torso to keep herself latched in place while I kicked and tested the zip ties anchoring my hips.
"Gnngg mmm mmmf! Gmmmff mmmff mm!" I was too disgusted to think straight, and played right into her trap when I spent the next few minutes sputtering and gurgling ridiculous sounds to the beat of her favorite pop songs.
Meghan Traynor's 'Lips are Movin' began to play, setting up a groan inducing joke from Cassie, "Your lips aren't moving anymore, are they?"
With one hand over my stuffed mouth, Cassie reached with the other into one of her desk drawers, revealing a brand new roll of silver duct tape. Singing along as she steadily wrapped tape around my face, she started to rock her hips in time to the music, and as the song progressed I realized that I was trapped in a music video. With a flourish she smoothed out the last of the tape over my mouth, standing up and strutting circles around me in a routine that had clearly been practiced well ahead of time. Once again I'd let hormones do the thinking for me, and now I'd failed as a babysitter less than an hour into my watch.
"Gnnffmm! Mmmfff nmmmff fnnnmm. Lmm mmm gmm. Lmmm mm gmmm!" I shook my head at her and the camera while trying to shout over the music, but she forced her hand over my taped mouth and held my head against her bobbing hip.
The thought of anybody else actually seeing this kept me desperately squirming through the entire video, despite knowing that it was exactly what she wanted. She's pulled off a few impressive revenge pranks against me over the years, but this was an escalation I never thought possible. I could see the angry, dumbstruck look on my face thanks to full screen view of Cassie's computer monitor, but there was nothing I could do to snap myself out of it. Always dancing in time to the music, Cassie duct taped my legs to the chair, wrapping up and down my thighs until they were strictly pinned apart. More jump rope from other desk drawers came out, and despite my best efforts she easily finished completely tying me up. By the end of the song, I was being squeezed in a tight web of tape and rope, with a homemade dunce cap strapped to my head as a finishing touch. She swaggers off screen at the final notes of the song, leaving me to awkwardly wiggle around to total silence.
"Nnmm-mm! Gmmffhmmm! Lmmm mmm gmmmm! Mmmm gmmm gnnngg ymmm!" Titled beyond belief, I rocked the chair back and forth in a fit of rage.
"Annnd...CUT!" Turning off the camera, Cassie stood in front of me with her hands resting on her hips, which were popped to the side in a sassy victory pose, "That.Was.AMAZING! Did you see the part where I did that spin around the chair, or when-"
"MMMMPHH! Mmmhmmm gnnngg gmmmff mm mmmf!"
"Oh, right. You want your stuff back."
Cassie reached back into her desk drawer and pulled out my phone, setting it on the chair between my legs, "Wow, Jessica's really been blowing you up."
"Lmmmff mmm gmmm! Gnnnffhmm, lmmm mmm gmmm rnn nmmm!" I demanded she let me go like we agreed, already knowing that she never said she'd let me go if I failed.
As I expected, instead of letting me go, she used my missing power cable to reinforce the zip ties keeping my hips held to a vigorous wiggle. As she expected, I didn't take this well, and for the next two hours she watched me struggle while editing the video, "If you don't tell me, I'm just going to tickle it out of you."
Without looking away from the screen, Cassie peels off her other sock with her toes, scrunching it up and rubbing it against my face. With one foot planted over my face to keep her sock pressed against my nose, her other foot dug into my ribs and sent me into a ticklish spasm.
She cued the next song on her list, and I was forced to endure an unending chorus of, "Who runs the world?! Girls! Girls! Who runs the world?! GIrls! Girls!"
"Now, what was that about stuffing me in the hamper?"
"Nnn-mm. Nmmphh! Nmm-mmm! Dmmmfff ymmm drrr! Gnnffhmm! Gnnffhmmm lmmm mmm gmmm!"
"Take a nice, big, deep whiff, because that's what you're gonna be smelling all weekend. Doesn't that sound like fun!?"
"Nmmff mm dmmff. Nnn-mm. Nmmm!" I could feel my phone vibrating against the chair as I bucked around, and could barely make out that it was Jessica calling.
Trying to block my vision with her foot, Cassie unleashed her full brat and proceeded to grind my pride into dust, smothering me into muffled grunts of disgust while laughing at my attempts to answer the phone.
"Should I get that for you? You look a little too tied up to talk right now." Without waiting for an answer, she picked up the phone and leaned back in her chair, propping both of her feet against my face.
"Hello?"
"Mmmfff! Nmm-mmm mmmmfff! Mmmmfff mmfff mmff! Mmmmfff mmmm mmmm mmmm mmmmmm gnnng ymmm fmmmf!"
To Be Continued?