My name is Stephanie. 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 guy in town who might be just the right person for sitting me. My mom found out he only lived a few blocks away, so she took time to go there herself and ask if he could sit me for those four days. He would be paid $500.00, plus extra for any groceries he might wish to get. When mom returned, there was a big smile on her face, for the guy had agreed.

It soon became the day the guy would show for his 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 and a skimpy tube top barely covering my nipples. When Mom opened the door, this beautiful red-headed young guy walked in, hot red cut off jeans shorts barely holding in his penis, carrying a rather large bag. His bare feet almost made me drool. Of course, my mom stood there open-mouthed, my dad with a slight smile on his 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 Brighton and pulled down his stretch shorts. He just stood there a moment, smiling, allowing me to look. Then he pulled his shorts back up.

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

He paused, then snapped her fingers as if he 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 him.

"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 he 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, he already had me in his power. But what came next truly embarrassed me to no end. I felt hands at the tube top and felt it pulled all the way to my feet, then felt 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 he was after, after what I had done to him.

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

He apparently sat down in one of the kitchen table chairs, then had me stand in front of him. I felt a rope being tied around my waist, a single strand pulled down between my legs and in between my little lips, then he jerked on it which lifted me in the air a couple of inches to get it as far into my crotch as possible (which hurt, and I yelped when he did this), then pulled it up between my butt cheeks and against my anus, then tied it off as tightly as he could to the rope along my back. Then he helped me into a sitting position on the floor. He 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. He 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, he tried to force a ball gag into my mouth, and when I attempted to keep my mo uth shut, he pinched my left butt cheek so hard I opened my mouth to cry out, and that is when he managed to push the ball gag into my mouth and secure it behind my head.

"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 guy. This is how I keep my sisters 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 Brighton stayed in the kitchen, or if he left me alone. I didn't know how long he had left me tied that way until much later, after he untied me. It was about three o'clock when he first tied me up.

The experience was like a dream come true. As I squirmed on the floor, wondering if he was watching or not (hoping he 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 he was playing with my mind. I continued to roll around on the floor, and was able to grab the crotch rope with my hand and was able to move it back and forth. It rubbed against my cunt lips and my clitoris. I continued until I orgasmed. I must have done this several times before he finally untied me.

He finally untied me, around seven o'clock, four hours worth. He refused me my clothes, so I remained naked and ate, but I didn't want him to stop. I wanted him to tie me up again. He said he would, but not until tomorrow, Thursday. Perhaps I would like his sisters to come over, and be tied up with them as well. I told him that would be great. He 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 he certainly embarrassed me no end.

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

"When are your sisters coming over?" I asked him.

"They should be here about now." And just as he finished talking someone knocked at the kitchen door. Brighton opened the door and there were his sisters. He had told me the oldest, Shawn, was eleven and the youngest, Marla, nine. Brighton introduced me to them, then asked, "Where would you girls like to be tied up?"

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

We all ran upstairs, Brighton trailing behind with his large bag filled with bondage goodies.

"OK, my little sisters, strip."

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

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

We obeyed him 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 girl. I was in the middle, so my body touched the other two.

Brighton then proceeded to tightly tie our ankles, 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. He 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 he left, leaving us naked and completely tied up. We couldn't move; the sisters, if they tried, would fall off either side of the bed. I couldn't because of the sisters, 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 Brighton 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 Brighton's attention, but the muffled sounds weren't loud enough to even leave the room, much less make their way down the stairs to Brighton. 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 sisters 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 point 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, Brighton returned. "So, are you girls 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 girls. Silent, and not able to move. So, I will ask you again, this time just asking one question at a time. Are you girls ready to be untied and free?" I noticed his sisters 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 he came over to us and untied our feet from our hands, then hobbled our feet with a one foot piece of rope. He formed leashes for each of us and tightened the slip knot around each of our necks 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. He 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."

He 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. He then retied my feet together as tightly as he could. He then did each of her sisters the same way, Shawn to one side of me, Marla 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. Finally, before he left, he found some clothe spins and snapped them on each of our nipples which caused us to scream out through our gags. He just left us without saying anything. We struggled, but he really knew how to tie us up.

Being forced on my tiptoes made my arms ache. Our nipples burned with pain from the clothes pins. It must have been two hours when he was back down standing among the three of us.

"Are you girls 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 nipples clamped just like they are, then take you upstairs where I will tie you."

He took us up all at the same time. When we got upstairs he retied us, on our knees, with our hands behind our backs and to our ankles which he retied together. He 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 girls need to be seen and not heard." He paused. I heard him 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, girls."

"But we can't eat like this!! I yelled.

"Just for that, little one, you get ten swats with my paddle on your bare bottom." And he swung, and it hurt! I yelped, and yelped nine more times as he hit my butt with that paddle.

As I ate, I could feel the spaghetti sauce getting all over the outside of my mouth, my cheeks, my nose, my ass burning, the nipple clamps swinging as I ate. 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. Brighton must have been washing off the spaghetti sauce.

He replaced the ball gags, and this time put a collar around our necks. He 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. He tugged on my collar, and I was forced to follow her, the sisters forced to follow me because our collars were tied to each other, and becoming very painful, my ability to move on my knees foreshortened by the hobble rope on my ankles. I don't know where he took us, but it felt like the living room because I felt the carpet underneath me. He 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. He did something with his sisters 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 his sisters, 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 his sisters, 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, girls, but no amount of struggling will get you loose. Shawn and Marla know how good I am at bondage. Of course, with them, being my sisters, I can do more to them than I can do with you, Stephanie."

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 cunts, and especially their butt holes. But I can't do that with you. You aren't one of my sisters. 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."

Brighton replaced my gag even tighter than before, which I didn't think was possible. He 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. He untied me and told me to get on the bed face down and spread my arms and legs. I did so. My cunt ached and hurt when I laid face down. He 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 he did next surprised me. He then spread my butt cheeks and wet a finger in my little cunt, then wet my anus with the liquid. He then probed my butt hole with a finger, making me squirm. The clothes pins rubbed against my nipples as he did this, making me squirm even more.

"My sisters 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 sisters."

Well, Brighton paddled my ass really good. He made tears come to my eyes. He stuck his fingers into my cunt, and with the other hand found my clitoris. He rubbed slowly, then faster, and finally, after about thirty minutes of this torture finally made me reach orgasm. He left us there for another hour, then returned and brought me to orgasm again, this time using one hand to probe my anus and move it in and out as he did the fingers in my vagina. I reached orgasm again, and wanted more. As he started to untie me I shook my head no, and so he made me reach orgasm a third time. Finally later, after he had untied us all, I looked in the mirror, and my butt was redder than any beet ever grown. But after he had spanked me, for what seemed like hours, the sisters at the foot of the bed, looking down at my red butt, and me face down, spread-eagled and gagged and blindfolded. The bondage was something that I had never known about, but what he had done to me, and especially with hi s sisters there as well, left me so excited that I was ready to be retied.

He 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 Brighton had supper ready for us. I and Shawn and Marla stayed naked, not just for that evening, but for the entire time Brighton sat us. He allowed us to get a good night's sleep, and the next morning he started all over again...