Julia and Matt's two friends each showed up around noon on Sunday. The parents had dropped them all off and promised to pay once they picked them up the following morning. I'm not stingy when it comes to being payed and shrugged it off and said for them not to be concerned about all that.

The parent left and I had six kids to worry about. Three boys and three girls. The boys all went into the basement to play video games while the girls went to Julia's room to play or do whatever they do. I sat in the living room with my computer while the TV played as background noise.

So far, it was pretty peaceful. No noise, no craziness, no poor babysitter being bound against her will (not yet at least). I felt like Matt and Julia's schemes were nonexistent thanks to the friends that were over.

Several hours pass and I decided to place an order for 2 cheese and 2 pepperoni pizzas and two liters of soda. I had asked the parents if there were any allergies or something to worry about, but to my pleasant surprise, no problems at all.

The find arrived and it felt like an awkward moment for me and the pizza guy. Kid must have been 16, probably got a summer job because he was old enough and his parent made him. I wasn't dressed too proper either, allowing him to see me in a tank top and small jean shorts must've given him some sort of "I can pay for the pizza with my body" porno situation in his mind, because he was starring me down real hard. I payed and sent him on his way.

I had the kids come running into the backyard to eat and wind down. I got to meet the friends and introduce myself a little more than when they were all dropped off. I felt like a mother almost as they all seemed very nice and watching them thank me for food was almost too cute to ignore. Matt and his friends were discussing something in whispers and giggles during dinner that I had notice almost too quickly. I knew they may have been up to something.

The boys asked the girls if they wanted to play wii in the basement later and the girls accepted having followed them down their. It was loud and hectic, so I thought that they were just getting really into whatever game they were playing. But then it got really quiet and the feeling got very strange.

Note: Matt and Julia's favorite game was cowboys and Indians growing up and its my fault that so much bondage has now been associated with any games similar.

Matt had come upstairs alone and asked what I was up to. He was a good actor, because I wasn't to on edge when he started the conversation. He played it cool by not acting to suspicious. I told him I was just shopping online and hanging out. He asked me if id like to come downstairs and play a round of wii bowling with them. I grew up on xbox and N64 so I didn't know 7 people on wii bowling was impossible and there for feel for the trap.

The lights were off downstairs but I could see the gleam of the TV from around the staircase corner. The TV was loud and annoying. I asked why they were listening to it so loud and why the lights were off. Matt made some generic excuse saying stuff like "we can see the game better". By the time I made it to the bottom and turned the corner, I had made the greatest mistake.

All three girls had been wrapped all over in duct tape and jump rope, gagged with tape and scarves, and had been placed on a chair or against the wall at the far end of the basement. All three boys then jumped me and tied my hands around a pole with tape. they wrapped the tape all over as I began to freak out and yell at them. I tried to fight back but the three overwhelmed me and continued to tape me still. I had been wrapped to the pole with tape and rope to and almost absurd measure.

I yelled at the boys to let me and the girls go, but I was in no place to make demands. Matt stuffed my mouth with cloth and wrapped a scarf around me to shut me up. I struggled and squirmed but couldn't break free. The boys turned on the lights and lowered the game volume a bit. I was embarrassed for falling for their plan. Matt and the boys were snobby, so they explained to me what had just happened (as if I didn't know). Matt explained that the game volume was to drown out to gagged cries of the girls while the lights were for the boys to get the jump on me. A brilliant plan, that went off without hitch.

Matt explained that the girls were used to this, as they had been playing games like this all the time with each other. I wasn't really in the mood to hear any of it, but I was relieved to hear that the girls wouldn't freak out or complain about their situation to their parents. I could feel one of the boys grabbing my leg and thigh while making a poor excuse to make it look like he was tightening my bonds.

I noticed how the roped dug into my skin and kept me still. How the tape closed my legs together and accented my thighs. I really liked how the tape under and over my breast had pushed my breast outward and gave them some extra volume. My gag was tight but at least it was comfortable.

I struggled for a while while the boys sat nearby discussing something. The boys then grabbed the other girls and untied them. The girls said "good game" and said they might go to bed soon and started heading upstairs. I started to beg through my gag, but Julia said that the boys are too chicken to keep me there forever, and that id be freed soon.

I loved to feeling of helplessness but don't like it when people watch. Luckily I made enough of an angry face or with my eyes due to the gag, to scare one of the boys into untagging me. The boys said if they could have ice cream at this hour at night (it was only 10), then they'd let me go. I agreed instantly, and thus my freedom was insured.

I enjoyed the bondage while I could as I waited for the boys to finish getting the ice cream from the garage fridge. They then returned and untied me.

The next morning came and the kids got picked up. Matt and Julia's parent had also come home and everything was cleaned and functioning. I told the parent the kids were wonderful and that id love to babysit them all again some day. (Although, who knows if ill ever regret those words).