“Elena! Nice to meet you, please come on in.” Mr. Wilkinson greeted her warmly. 

Elena blushed slightly before stepping through the front door of the Wilkinson mansion into the front hall. She was dressed nicely in a red sweater, jeans, and brown riding boots hoping to look somewhat put together for the potential job interview. “Thank you for agreeing to meet me.” She answered, taking in the impressive interior of the house. 

The Wilkinson’s lived in a large house, gated off from the main road and the closest neighbour was probably half a kilometer down the road. It was cozy. Usually large houses had a lot of empty space and felt cold but they seemed to decorate things in a manner that filled up all the available space with some kind of warmth. Mr. Wilkinson led her through the house to the living room, where he offered her a seat on the couch. “Can I get you water or anything?” He asked as he picked up an iPad from the coffee table and scrolled through it. 

She politely declined so he took a seat across from her. The next half an hour were spent answering questions about herself and her experience, pretty standard for job interviews for babysitting even if he was more thorough than previous employers. You’re being entrusted with his children. She scolded herself when she felt a complaint bubbling up. He can be as thorough as he wants. Then they reached a question that caught her off guard. “Have you ever been tied up before?” 

Elena’s mouth dropped open before she caught herself. She was a little too innocent to be caught up in the kinky world and the most she had seen were cartoons like Totally Spies where the girls were tied up, but she’d never experienced it for herself. She shook her head. “No, never. May I ask why that is a question?” 

Mr. Wilkinson nodded in understanding. “Oh no worries. My kids tend to tie up their babysitters when they are staying over so the last part of the interview that I do with potential candidates is tie them up similarly to see how they react and if they can escape. If that’s a problem, you’re free to leave as I know that is not something everyone is comfortable with.” 

Elena hesitated for a second. On one hand, being tied up was really strange and she didn’t really want to have to deal with that for a job if a couple of kids were truly as rope happy as he suggested. Guess the kids weren’t as innocent as she thought. On the other hand, the pay was too good to pass up so she could inconvenience herself a little bit. “Sure, I’ll take your test.” 

“Wonderful.” Mr. Wilkinson smiled before setting the iPad down and reaching behind the chair to pull out three coils of rope. “If you don’t mind, please turn around and present your wrists palm to palm.” 

Elena bit her lip nervously before complying, jumping slightly as she felt the couch cave behind her as Mr. Wilkinson sat on the couch and began wrapping soft cotton rope around her wrists. To her surprise, it actually felt quite nice, almost like a soft hug around her bare wrists as he cinched the ropes and knotted it off. “How does that feel?” He asked. 

Elena tugged against the wrist ropes, surprised at how secure they felt. “Really secure. I’m not sure if I could escape this myself.” 

“No pain? Nothing hurts at all?”



“No sir.”

“Excellent, I’ll start on the legs then.” 

He stood up off of the couch and knelt down in front of her feet. This time she could watch as he took her booted ankles and wrapped them five times with rope before doing a vertical cinch three times and knotting the ropes off. This time the leather of her boots protected her bare skin from the ropes, although it did dent slightly under the bonds, but her ankles were secured just as tightly and she flexed her legs to test the ropes some more. He didn’t ask before the next set of ropes were placed just above her knees around her jeans and quickly tied off in an efficient manner. “How is that feeling so far?” 

Elene was shocked at how quickly she had been rendered helpless with just three simple pieces of rope. It was almost an enjoyable feeling how helpless she was and she squirmed around against the ropes to experiment with how much freedom she had, which wasn’t much. “The last piece is the gag.” Mr. Wilkinson said as he held up a sponge and roll of duct tape. “Still want to continue?”

Elena had come this far already, no reason to stop now so she nodded and opened up her mouth. 

“There’s just one thing I need to tell you.” Mr. Wilkinson said as he pushed the sponge into Elena’s mouth. “I don’t have children.” 

“Hmmmmmrrr? Wtttt lmmmmm mrrrrrr rrrrrrrt!” Elena’s eyes widened in shock before her struggles doubled. 

It was too late. With how tied up she was and her mouth already filled with the sponge that seemed to expand and stuff her entire mouth, she was helpless as a roll of duct tape emerged and Mr. Wilkinson began wrapping tape around and around her head, sealing the sponge inside and coating the bottom half of her face with silver tape. “Such a sweet sweet innocent girl, I’m almost sorry I’m doing this to you. But not that sorry.” 

After a half dozen wraps he tore the tape off, smoothed the end down and stepped back to admire his handiwork. “Not looking just secure enough yet. I’ll be back.” 

He walked out of the room and Elena could hear him going up the stairs to the second floor. Once he was safely out of earshot, she began struggling frantically. Rolling onto her side she reached for her ankles with her bound wrists, fingernails scraping at the ropes but with the knots tied in the front they were out of reach of her fingers so her boots would remain tied together. Giving a frustrated grunt, Elena’s mind whirled as she thought of a new plan of attack, rolling onto her front and straining at her wrist bonds, hoping that either her hands or legs might somehow shake free of the ropes. 

Unfortunately for her, Mr. Wilkinson appeared to be quite good at tying knots. The cinches ensured that her wrists, ankles, and knees were not going to easily slip out of amateur ropework and her flailing fingers could not find any purchase on knots around her wrists. Her boots squeaked as she shook them up and down before she realized she was not going to get out of this without some help. Then she looked into the next room and a lightbulb flashed over her head. The kitchen! There had to be a knife of some kind she could use to cut the rope. Elena rolled over so her back was against the couch she had originally been sitting on for the interview and used it to help push herself up so she was sitting on the couch again. From there it was relatively easy to stand up, but with her legs bound she now had to balance and hop her way into the kitchen. Bracing herself, she did an experimental hop towards the kitchen. She kept her balance so she continued cautiously, aware that if she fell her arms would not be able to help her and she would probably injure herself. She cringed as she landed on the tile of the kitchen, no longer hopping on the carpet from the living room and heard the clop of her boot heels on the hard surface but she had to get to the knives. Unfortunately they were on the far side of the room and she got about halfway through, past the kitchen table and almost to the counter when she was seized from behind. “NNNNNNNMPH!!” 

“Feisty aren’t we.” Mr. Wilkinson said as he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. “Making a little too much noise, let’s go remedy that.” 

Elena continued to complain to the tight duct tape gag as she was carried back to the living room and deposited on the carpeted floor. She wasn’t given much of a chance to move though before Mr. Wilkinson threaded a rope through her ankle bonds, stroking her leather boots a couple of times much to her disgust, then wrapped it around her wrist ropes and pulled tight until she could feel her boots touching her fingertips. The hogtie was knotted off, keeping her tightly restrained and he continued adding ropes at her calves, thighs, elbows (eliciting a squeal of pain from Elena), and chest. “There we are.” He cooed at her as he inspected his new tightly bound package. “Such a sweet innocent girl looking for a new job. Well the good news is you’ll have a new job for the rest of your life.” 

As the roll of duct tape descended over her eyes, Elena’s mind whirled with some not so innocent thoughts about her future. It was further elicited by Mr. Wilkinson pinching her nipple through her sweater and twisting it, causing her to squeal and writhe in her bonds. As helpless as she was, a truly innocent girl about to lose it all.