I'm babysitting again and I suggest maybe playing a game. Of course, you want to tie me up. “How did I know you were going to say that?” I agree to play, as long as it's only for a “little while”.

My wrists are now tied behind my back and my ankles are tied too. “Is this what you wanted?” I start to struggle for you, and after a “little while”, I think maybe you should untie me now.

Instead of untying me, you just add more rope. “How did you even learn to tie elbows together like this?” I say, with my elbows now touching eachother. I continue to struggle, before asking aga...

I'm babysitting again and I suggest maybe playing a game. Of course, you want to tie me up. “How did I know you were going to say that?” I agree to play, as long as it's only for a “little while”.

My wrists are now tied behind my back and my ankles are tied too. “Is this what you wanted?” I start to struggle for you, and after a “little while”, I think maybe you should untie me now.

Instead of untying me, you just add more rope. “How did you even learn to tie elbows together like this?” I say, with my elbows now touching eachother. I continue to struggle, before asking again to be untied. This time, a knotted bandanna is held up in front of me. “I hope that's not what I think it is!” I exclaim.

The next thing I know, I'm gagged with the knotted bandanna between my teeth. My crop top has been lifted up and my denim shorts have been pulled down, to reveal my cute bra and little lace panties. Cue lots of gag talking, and frantic struggling as I try in vain to pull my shorts back up. Through the gag talk, you can just about make out my cries of “This has gone too far! You're a very naughty young man!” During the struggle, I kick off my shoes, fall to the floor, and again demand for you to “untie me now!”

I'm left lying on the floor, and much to my shock and surprise, my bra and panties have now been removed, leaving me completely exposed. How embarrassing! I'm still struggling around on the floor as you move around me and try to get a better view.

I now find myself hogtied, with my wrists tied to my ankles. I start wriggling and stretching to see if I can pull myself out of the ropes, but it's hopeless. I just have to helplessly struggle in this tight hogtie. “This is a sick game!” I shout angrily, as I begin to realise that I'm not going to get out of this one.