My name is Stephen. My first experience at childhood bondage took place when my folks were preparing to go on a four day trip. I was a precocious child at ten years old, and all of the sitters my folks knew refused to sit for me. Finally, the last one she called mentioned a new girl in town who might be just the right person for sitting me. My mom found out she only lived a few blocks away, so she took time to go there herself and ask if she could sit me for those four days. She would be paid $500.00, plus extra for any groceries she might wish to get. When mom returned, there was a big smile on her face, for the girl had agreed.

It soon became the day the girl would show for her baby sitting job. It was a hot July Wednesday afternoon, and when the doorbell rang my folks answered the kitchen door. I was dressed in only cut off jeans shorts. When Mom opened the door, this beautiful red-headed young lady walked in, a hot red tube top barely holding up her braless breasts, also wearing cut off jeans shorts and carrying a rather large bag. Her bare feet almost made me drool. Of course, my dad stood there open-mouthed, my mom with a slight smile on her face.

"Here is the $500.00 we promised you, and another $200.00 for groceries if you need to buy anything. Come along dear, we need to be leaving."

Finally, leaving instructions for the sitter, they left. I stood there for only a moment, then walked over to Brianna and pulled down her tube top. She just stood there a moment, smiling, allowing me to look. Then she pulled her tube top back up.

"I see what your mother meant by you being precocious. Well, I have two young brothers at home whom I have to sit all the time. So taking care of someone like you will be no problem."

She paused, then snapped her fingers as if she had an idea (which I learned later was already planned).

"I have an idea for a game. You turn around and close your eyes and don't open them until I say so. I also want you to put your arms behind your back and cross your wrists."

"Why? What are you going to do?" I asked her.

"Oh, this is a fun game. Just do it, and you will see."

So, like the gullible ten year old I was (I said I was precocious, not smart about a lot of things), I did as she told me to do. I heard something, but I wasn't certain what. I next felt rope being tightly wrapped around my crossed wrists and tied off very snugly. Next, before I could reach, I felt a leather blindfold being put across my eyes and fastened at the back of my head. I knew now if I tried to run, I couldn't see where to go. Basically, she already had me in her power. But what came next truly embarrassed me to no end. I felt hands at the snap and zipper of my jeans shorts, and the hands pulling them off by the bottoms and felt them fall to my bare feet. I was naked, and the embarrassment was what she was after, after what I had done to her.

"Step out of them," she ordered me. I did so.

She apparently sat down in one of the kitchen table chairs, then helped me into a sitting position on the floor. She pulled up my feet and then tied my ankles together with a long piece of rope, then with something like a long shoelace tied my big toes together, tying the ends to the rope around my ankles. She forced me to roll to my stomach, then pushed my feet as close to my buttocks as possible, hog-tying me (I could actually touch my feet with my hands). Finally, she tried to force a ball gag into my mouth, and when I attempted to keep my mouth shut, she pinched my left butt cheek so hard I opened my mouth to cry out, and that is when she managed to push the ball gag into my mouth and secure it behind my head. She forced me onto my stomach, then with what felt like another shoelace, tied my cock and balls, first wrapping my balls once and pulling the ends down and crossing my balls underneath neatly separating them, did this again, then wrapped them a couple of times t ying the ends, then brought the ends up and around the base of my cock and tying it off tightly underneath it and behind my separated balls. I grunted as she tied them, because it hurt, but at the same time felt good. My cock began to get hard, which really made the ties cut into both my balls and my cock. Then she rolled me to my stomach again.

"Now, you little son of a gun, let's see how you like this. Maybe, if I leave you long enough, you will decide not to ever do what you did to me again. Not to any girl. This is how I keep my brothers in line. By tying them up when my folks are gone and I have to stay with them. And I leave them tied up the entire time."

I struggled with all my might to get away, squirming around on the linoleum floor. I don't know if Brianna stayed in the kitchen, or if she left me alone. I didn't know how long she had left me tied that way until much later, after she untied me. It was about three o'clock when she first tied me up.

The experience was like a dream come true. As I squirmed on the floor, wondering if she was watching or not (hoping she was), I rolled from side to side, back and forth to try to loosen my bonds. On occasion, I thought I felt her hand on my bare butt, but when I stopped to see if it was, there was nothing there. I think she was playing with my mind. I continued to roll around, until I actually reached orgasm. I felt myself spurt, perhaps five or six times. But still I remained tied. So I rolled more. I came a second time. I cock, balls and stomach, not to mention the floor, was wet with my own cum. Still I remained tied. So I rolled more, and came again. It tool longer this time, and I didn't shoot as much. When Brianna came in she untied my feet from my hands and helped me to my knees. She saw what I had done.

"All right, you naughty boy. I am retying your hands to your feet as you remain on your knees, and I want you to lick up every bit of sperm on the floor. Understand? And you must swallow it once you do. I am removing your gag. Lick, and lick fast. You have an hour. I will be back then."

I didn't know where to start, or especially where to stop. OK, I bent over and barely touched the floor and felt the wetness. I licked. God, it didn't taste really good, but not really bad either. So I licked until I thought I got everything off. Brianna came back in.

"Good, you got most of it. I accept that. I am untying your hands from your feet again, but don't go anywhere."

Next I felt a warm cloth against my stomach, then my penis then my testicles. She was wiping me off! But then, she removed the clothe, took my still bound cock in hand, and pumped me until I came again. God, it was heaven with her doing me!!!!!

She finally untied me, around seven o'clock, four hours worth. She allowed me to put my shorts back on and eat, but I didn't want her to stop. I wanted her to tie me up again. She said she would, but not until tomorrow, Thursday. Perhaps I would like her brothers to come over, and be tied up with them as well. I told her that would be great. She called them, and said they would be over about ten the next morning. They were only a year younger than me, and I couldn't wait to meet them, and be tied up with them. Nothing sexual happened, but she certainly embarrassed me no end.

I awoke early, eager for Brianna's brothers to come over. I got out of bed and didn't even put on any clothes. Brianna already had my breakfast ready, and I ate, rather quickly.

"When are your brothers coming over?" I asked her.

"They should be here about now." And just as she finished talking someone knocked at the kitchen door. Brianna opened the door and there were her brothers. She had told me the oldest, Shawn, was eleven and the youngest, Mark, nine. Brianna introduced me to them, then asked, "Where would you boys like to be tied up?"

We all shrugged our shoulders. "OK. How about the bedroom with the double bed?"

We all ran upstairs, Brianna trailing behind with her large bag filled with bondage goodies.

"OK, strip, all three of you."

Since I was already naked, the brothers quickly stripped. The brothers had been wearing nothing but shorts as well, so it only took seconds to take them off. Being boys, we naturally looked each other over, comparing cock size which, at that age, didn't really matter.

"Turn around and put your hands behind your backs."

We obeyed her immediately. "Now, on the bed, face up, all three of you." The bed, actually a king size, held the three of us fine, but shoulders and hips touched the shoulders and hips of the next boy. I was in the middle, so my body touched the other two.

Brianna then proceeded to tightly tie our ankles, then our cocks and balls very tightly, and each in turn rolled us to our stomachs, pushed our feet down as close to our butts as possible and tied them to our hands, hog tying us. She then made us open our mouths by pinching our ass cheeks in turn, and putting ball gags in our mouths, so we couldn't speak, nor even make much sound.

"Bye now. Have fun." And she left, leaving us naked and completely tied up. We couldn't move; the brothers, if they tried, would fall off either side of the bed. I couldn't because of the brothers, one on each side of me. Basically all we could do was move our heads to look at each other. We didn't know how long Brianna would keep us tied up. There was no clock in the bedroom to count down the time. The problem was, it wasn't long before I had to go pee, and there was nothing I could do. I screamed through my gag to try to get Brianna's attention, but the muffled sounds weren't loud enough to even leave the room, much less make their way down the stairs to Brianna. The more I tried to hold back, the more I had to go pee. I began to move as much as possible to try to ease the pressure on my bladder, but then the brothers pushed against me to keep from falling off the sides of the bed. I couldn't tell them what was wrong and why I was moving the way I was. It got to the poin t where I couldn't hold it any longer, but held it I did, somehow, until finally the urge passed. And still we continued to remain hog tied next to each other.

Finally, Brianna returned. "So, are you boys ready to be untied, or do you want more?" We all mumbled into our gags, our inability to tell her what we wanted bringing a smile to her face. "This is the way I like to see boys. Silent, and not able to move. So, I will ask you again, this time just asking one question at a time. Are you boys ready to be untied and free?" I noticed her brothers shaking their heads no, so I joined in.

"You want to be retied somewhere else?" The three of us emphatically nodded our heads yes. So she came over to us and untied our feet from our hands, then hobbled our feet with a one foot piece of rope. She formed leashes for each of us and tightened the slip knot around each of our genitals and held on to the ends of the rope and virtually pulled us roughly down the stairs. We had to be careful so as not to trip and fall. She led us through the living room, dining room and kitchen, then down to the basement.

"I looked around down here. You have great rafters. I am going to take you one at a time and tie you each to them, and I have just the place so you can almost face each other."

She led me first, untied my hands from behind my back, retied them in front, then took the rope ends and pulled my hands up as far as they could go, literally making me stand on my tip toes, and tied off the rope. She then retied my feet together as tightly as she could. She then did each of her brothers the same way, Shawn to one side of me, Mark to the other, them facing each other, with me kind of to their sides, but far enough back we could look at each other with no trouble. The gags had remained all this time, and still they remained. She just left us without saying anything. Then she took the ends of the genital leashes and tied one end to each of the other two's genitals, so our cocks and balls pulled toward the other two. We struggled, but she really knew how to tie us up.

Being forced on my tiptoes made my arms ache. It must have been two hours when she was back down standing among the three of us.

"Are you boys ready to eat some late lunch?"

We all nodded, really hungry.

"OK. One at a time I am going to untie your hands, and then retie them behind you. I will hobble your feet again, and leave your genitals tied just like they are, then take you upstairs where I will tie you."

She took us up all at the same time. When we got upstairs she retied us, our genitals tugging hard against the others as we were tied on our knees, with our hands behind our backs and to our ankles which she retied together. She removed our gags and placed blindfolds on us.

"There is to be no talking. If you do, I will smack your bottoms with a paddle I have brought. Little boys need to be seen and not heard." She paused. I heard her doing something, but not certain what. I smelled what I thought was spaghetti. I heard bowls being placed on the floor.

"In front of each you on the floor is a bowl of FrancoAmericanŽ spaghetti. You have to bend over to eat. As you know, you can't use your hands. You are worse off than a dog, in that a dog can at least move around. Eat hearty, boys."

As I ate, I could feel the spaghetti sauce getting all over the outside of my mouth, my cheeks, my nose. I wondered what I looked like. I wondered what they looked like! It wasn't long before I was through, my hunger now quelled. I wondered what was next. I lifted myself up onto my heels, not knowing what else to do. I felt a damp rag on my face. Brianna must have been washing off the spaghetti sauce.

She replaced the ball gags, and this time put a collar around our necks. She released our ankles, only to hobble them. I felt a tug on my collar.

"You are now leashed. I want you to stay on your knees." We obeyed her. She tugged on my collar, and I was forced to follow her, the brothers forced to follow me because our genitals were still tied, and becoming very painful, my ability to move on my knees foreshortened by the hobble rope on my ankles. I don't know where she took us, but it felt like the living room because I felt the carpet underneath me. She removed the hobbles but retied my ankles securely, tied my hands to my feet so I was leaning slightly backwards, and remained blindfolded and gagged. She did something with her brothers in the way they were made to kneel, in that I felt the tug of my genital leash, and realized that it was being attached to the collars of her brothers, as theirs were to mine and to each others. We were so close I could feel their sides touching mine in a triangle of flesh.

I was totally enjoying my bondage. The fact that I was naked, as were her brothers, just added to the excitement. I knew that struggling proved fruitless, but I had to try anyway. That just made it more fun, knowing for a fact that I couldn't get loose.

"Nice try, guys, but no amount of struggling will get you loose. Shawn and Mark know how good I am at bondage. Of course, with them, being my brothers, I can do more to them than I can do with you, Stephen."

I shrugged my shoulders in questioning. "What I mean is, I spank them, I tease them, I torture them, from top to bottom, from front to back. This is a very light session for them."

I mumbled through my gag. I felt it being removed.

"What did you say?"

"What do you mean?" I asked her.

"Just exactly that. I play with their butts and give them good spankings, I torture their feet, I play with and torture their little cocks. But I can't do that with you. You aren't one of my brothers. I don't have the right to do that to you."

"Please, I want you to. I want you to do to me whatever you do to them."

"As you wish. Just remember, you asked for it."

Brianna replaced my gag even tighter than before, which I didn't think was possible. She unleashed us from each other, hobbled our ankles again, then led us back upstairs to the bedroom. The bed was an old brass bed with rails at the head and foot. She untied me and told me to get on the bed face down and spread my arms and legs. I did so. My cock and balls were still tied, and hurt when I laid face down. She then pulled my arms as far apart as they would go and tied the to the farthest head rails, then did the same thing to my feet. The blindfold and gag remained. What she did next surprised me. She reached under me and pulled my penis and testicles out. She took the ends of the rope and tied them off to the far ends of the foot rails. My penis soon became even more erect. Brianna ran her fingernails across the underside of my erect penis.

"My brothers are tied standing to the end foot rails tethered by their bound feet, and I have removed their blindfolds so they can watch me torture you. Remember, you wanted this, so you are going to get the full repertoire I give to my brothers."

Well, Brianna paddled my ass really good. She made tears come to my eyes, and later, after she had untied us all, I looked in the mirror, and my butt was redder than any beet ever grown. But after she had spanked me, for what seemed like hours, although it was not more than five minutes, she left us all the way we were, the brothers at the foot of the bed, looking down at my red butt, and me face down, my penis between my stomach and the bed, my testicles slightly red as well as she had lightly smacked them with the paddle, spread-eagled and gagged and blindfolded. The bondage was something that I had never known about, but what she had done to me, and especially with her brothers there as well, left me so excited that I was ready to be retied.

She finally untied us and, like I said, I looked at my bare ass to see how red it was. By then it was around 7:00 PM, and Brianna had supper ready for us. I and Shawn and Mark stayed naked, not just for that evening, but for the entire time Brianna sat us. She allowed us to get a good night's sleep, and the next morning she started all over again . . .