Synopsis: after Hannah's pictures in bondage are post in the media, she's sure she'll never find a babysitter job again, until she receives a phone call from a concerned mother. What will it happen this time?

After twelve hours of dark captivity, I got rescued from Alisha's trunk by the police. They told me they had received an anonymous phone call, where a lady told them about certain car which contained a 'special package' inside its trunk. They might thought it was a bomb or something, since they came with dogs and the terrorism patrol.

Their faces when they saw me were difficult to describe. For sure, they noticed the wet spot in my jeans. But that's not the worse...

Some son of a bitch took a picture of me in my predicament and it got to the press. Soon, my image in bondage could be found on Internet all around the world, even on TV.

I soon got nicknamed. BiD (Babysitter in Distress) or The Bondage Babysitter were the most common. They had discovered my secret, I didn't know how, but they found out I was into bondage. Probably by the spot in my jeans.

That's when I knew my days as a babysitter were over. And that's why I got really surprised when I got a call from a lady named Tiana, asking me to have an interview for a babysitting job.

Why would anyone in their right mind want me to take care of their children?

I was tempted to decline the offer, but I took it, more out of curiosity than a real interest in taking a job.

I got to the adress at 6pm, night beginning to show its presence in the sky.

"Hi! I'm Tiana! Nice to meet you!"

"Hello!" I answered politely, and a bit shy.

"Come in, please".

The apartment was pretty big, all in one flat.

"Sarah is going to love you, I'm sure"

Tiana seemed very nice and happy. I felt comfortable with her.

"Thanks!"

"Although... I've got a confession to make..." she smiled mischievously.

She knows! I knew it!

"You'll see... I really don't need a babysitter".

"So... what did you call me?" I asked, more in an intriguing way than mad.

"Well... I saw you in the news, and I know who you are".

"I see... I think I should be going..."

"I'll pay you double!" She exclaimed as I was going towards the door.

I stopped immediately. I was about to begin the second college year and really needed some extra cash.

I turned around, facing her. She was hot, in her mid 30s, long red hair and bright cheeks, nice figure and green eyes. She was wearing a short red dress, pretty hot.

I felt attracted to her as soon as I saw her. Even though I'm not lesbian, not a confessed one at least, I thought we'd do a good match.

"So... what is this "job" about?" I asked intrigued.

"My girlfriend is into bondage, and I'm pretty sure you know something about this topic".

"I'm listening".

"Could you teach me how to tie someone up?" She asked straightly.

"So... you wanna tie me up?"

"I'd like to, yes".

I sensed she was going that way. I had the feeling she was going to ask me something like that.

I was about to just say no and leave. When I was found inside that trunk and noticed those cops making fun of me I promised myself to never try bondage again. That thought got stronger when my face was shown all around Internet while tied up, gagged and wet.

However, when a real proposition of bondage came up, I just couldn't refuse.

"Okay..." I found myself replying.

"Great!" She cheered and moved up to grab a chair. "I want to tie her to a chair, can you do that?"

I nodded, little by little feeling comfortable again.

I sat as she got to grab the things we'd need for the procedure.

"Okay", I began, "I'll start little by little".

I was about to tie my feet together when she stopped me.

"Actually, I wanted to tie her up with her legs opened, could you...?"

I blushed. I was wearing a tight tube black short skirt, apart from a sleevless white top, so if my legs were attached to the chair's legs my panties could probably be seen. Anyway I just nodded.

I moved on and tied my ankles to each chair's leg.

I knotted it tightly, making sure she listened to my explanations.

I hate to admit it, but as soon as the bindings encircled my ankles, my lust began to grow again. What can I say? I'm just a bondage lover.

"There we go, nice and tight".

"Can I try to tie your legs?" She asked.

"Sure!"

She didn't seem a newbie at all. The ropes binding my calves and shins were good. Very good actually, very tight. There was no chance for me to escape that bindings at all.

Not a problem for me though.

"How does it feel?"

"Wow. That's tight!"

"Do you want me to loosen it?"

"Oh, no. It has to be tight, don't worry about me, I'll get used to it" I winked at her. I tried to hide my growing excitement, and of course didn't mention her how much I loved it tight.

"Should I do your hands, now?"

"Sure. But, if you let me, I have some advises that could come in handy, in order to make your girlfriend get to another level of helplessness".

"I'm all ears".

"Grab a couple of knee socks and put my hands inside each. Next, tape each fist separatedly. Then you can tie my wrists together without taking any risk of me getting to the knots".

"Wow that's a good idea!"

She disappeared again following my orders. I couldn't believe my luck. My whole body began to shake at the bare idea of having my hands tied up like that. The whole bondage I was being put into seemed wholesome.

She came back with a couple of rainbowed socks and soon I had my hands trapped inside them, only to keep me even more helpless by adding several layers of duct tape wrapped around each fist, as I requested. Last but not least, she grabbed another piece of rope and tied it around my wrists, securing them behind the back of the chair.

“Does it feel nice?”

“Nice and tight, just as it should be. You’re really good at this”.

“Well I’ve been doing my research, you know?”

“I can see that. Now you should do my elbows.”

“Won’t it hurt?”

“Well, not too much, I’m pretty flexible. Besides, I’m here to teach how to do a proper bondage, not a comfortable one”.

“I guess you’re right…”

I couldn’t believe myself. How could I be so sick? I was getting so aroused my panties were starting to wet. It wasn’t a good thing because it could be seen, since my skirt barely covered my thighs.

Following my instructions, she completed my bondage by attaching my whole body to the furniture, waist, back, hands… everything to make sure I couldn’t move an inch.

“And… if and only if you want to give your girl another level of pleasure, I recommend you to attach a knotted rope to her… you know. A vibrator would work as well, if you know what I mean…” I blinked.

What the fuck was that? Had I just inquired a complete stranger to give me a crotchrope? Oh, boy, yes I did.

“That’s a great idea! Well I’ve been surfing around Internet and found out about this thing… is it called crotchrope? Maybe?”

“Yay! That’s it!” I exclaimed as Tiana bound the glorious knot to my clit.

“Wow, that’s powerful I can see”.

I just moaned and nodded.

“And… can I tell you something?” Tiana asked.

“Shoot” I just said.

“Well I bought this… thing, online”.

Was she holding what I think she was holding? A bright new ballgag that I was going to be honored to wear. I was about to tell her I didn’t feel right to use it before her girl, but I was so horny by then I just couldn’t. I only stared at it, wide eyed.

“Is this a good way to shut someone up?”

I couldn’t answer. I just couldn’t. I was so obnoxious at the shine of the ball I just wanted to have it inside my mouth and shut the hell up. However, I recomposed myself and managed to answer.

“Well it’ll kinda fill my mouth, but I’d still be able to pronounce and be understood. I recommend you to stuff my mouth with something first, such as a sponge or a pair of socks. However, if I was your girlfriend, I’d sure want your panties as stuffing”.

I couldn’t believe I just said that. Oh, God, kill me!

However, Tiana didn’t think that was gross or maybe too kinky, at least it didn’t seem like that. More like the contrary.

“Would you mind if…?”

‘YES!’ I thought.

“Well… if it’s for you to become an expert…” I observed and opened my mouth as wide as I could.

She grabbed her underwear without taking off her dress. If only I could see her naked…

Wait! What was I thinking? Am I lesbian after all?

The panties were white with red spots and didn’t last much without going inside my mouth. The ballgag followed.

By then, I felt overpowered by lust and arousal. The feeling was so extreme I just wanted to moan and play with myself. And hoping for Tiana to play with me.

“MPHhhhhh” I articulated through my gag.

“Wow! You were right! I can barely here you! I can’t wait for Alisha to know about this!”

Wait… did she say… Alisha? No, it had to be a coincidence.

Suddenly, the bell rang.

“Oh, it must be her!”

“Mphh?”

Wait, what? Was she gonna see me like that? What was going on?

Tiana came back with surrounding a younger’s girl eyes with her hands. When they got next to me, she uncovered her eyes.

“Surprise!” she exclaimed “happy birthday!!”

“MPhhhh?” I didn’t understand a thing.

“Wow…. Is she…?”

“YES!!!”

“Well nice to see you again, Hannah” she greeted me.

It was her. The lady that had me doubting about my love for bondage. Alisha, the robber. Now that I could see her out of her job’s uniform, she looked kind of cute. Black hair in a ponytail, a nice short shirt and a green short skirt.

“Well… I’ve got a confession to make, Hannah” said Tiana. “When Alisha here told me about your last adventure, I could see she hated to miss the chance to get… intimate, with you. I think she thought I would be jealous or something. So I arranged all this to have you here like this for her. Now, we’re going to have sex in front of you, maybe you can join us, of course. And you get to be tightly tied up while watching us. It’s a win-win, don’t you think?”

“Wow… honey, this is the best present I could ever have. Thank you!”

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHH!” I protested. Busted, again.

Without losing time, they began to make out, ignoring my muffled protests. Alisha grabbed Tiana’s dress and took it off, leaving her completely naked. I could see her boobs, and they were just like I had imagined them.

Next, Tiana repeated the process on her girlfriend, taking off her shirt and skirt, and leaving her in her underwear, consisting in a pair of pink panties.

“You know, Alisha? I think our guest wants to join us”.

“Hmm, I think so too, but, don’t you think she’s a bit loud?”

“Yes, I think so. How could we solve that?”

Anticipating what was happening, my body began to shake. Even though I had been fooled again and trapped with a pair of lunatics, the thought of being gagged by two pair of used panties turned me on just too much.

Alisha’s panties were soon inside my mouth, next to her girlfriend’s. This time the ballgag didn’t follow though, but a compilation of different kind of gags, one over another.

Seven pieces of duct tape covered the stuffing, followed by twenty loops of microfoam tape. Next, electric black tape was applied around my head up to twenty-five times. And finally it was time for the scarfs. First, one, around the whole set, covering my mouth. And secondly, another one in an OTN style.

At that point, I didn’t even try to protest. I was so overwhelmed by what was happening that I just could get carried on.

“There you go, much more like it, don’t you think?” asked Tiana as she grabbed my crothcrope firmly, making me moan in pleasure.

Alisha followed her by breaking my top and handling my tits. Next, she began kissing my neck and my hugely gagged mouth, while Tiana kept working on my pussy.

I was about to get to climax when they stopped.

“I think we’re doing the hard work here”.

“Yes, it’s our time to play now. You better find yourself a solution for your lust. Too bad you recommended me to wrap your fists like that. This way, you can’t even play with your crotchrope”.

What? Were they really going to leave me like that?

They laid on the floor and began playing with each other, letting me no place for fun. I had nothing to do but watch them and hope for the heat to get me.

After sometime of getting nothing, and since trying to grab the crotchrope had proved to be impossible, I decided to try rub my self against the seat. It did seem like working, since the tough of the rope against my clit grew the sense of lust again inside me.

The first orgasm didn’t last to come. And some more followed. I didn’t remember to cum that much before that night, and the way I got to it made me think about my likings and kinkiness.

Besides, I may be lesbian after all.

After some time of resting, Tiana and Alisha stood up.

“Shall we begin?”

“I think so”.

“MPhh?”

This couldn’t be goog. Not for me, at least.

“Oh, Hannah, you don’t think we’ve brought you to our own house, do you?”

“Mphhhh?” I was starting to understand.

“Nope. I’m afraid this is part of a job, as the other part of Alisha’s birthday. We’re going to rob this house and, of course, after we’re done, you can’t come with us, I’m sorry”.

“MPHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” I protested.

“I know you want to, honey. We’ve had so fun with you too, but business is business”.

I couldn’t believe my luck. Once again, my hunger for bondage had got me in several troubles.

I saw the ransacking the place. It was a complete mess up. Drawers opened, couches broken…

When they thought it was enough, they were ready to go.

“Don’t panic though, I think the owners of the house will be back tomorrow, the day after at the most. Until then, you can have as much fun as you want. We’ve seen you don’t need anyone else for that, he he”.

“Oh, and good luck trying to explain this to the police, hahaha. I can barely wait to see your pics on the media again” mocked Alisha.

They headed towards the door, ignoring my muffled screams for help. I knew no one else could hear my through my massive gag.

However, when they were about to leave, Tiana turned towards me.

“Oh, Hannah, by the way. I wouldn’t have forced you into all this. If you had said ‘no’ to my proposition, you would have just walked through this door several hours ago. It was your lust and desire for bondage what brought you this. Think about it while you wait for your rescue” she waved goodbye while blinking an eye to me.

Indeed, if I survived this, I’d have to take a look at my decisions in the future.