To my pleasure and amazement she was already out of my dads study and was hopping towards the stairs. I helped her upstairs and into our playing room, letting her know that we were done playing and then ran back downstairs to get Brittney. Screaming in pain I ran to her side, inside groaning cuz I knew the game was now over. I was running from my sister when I turned a corner sharply, but my sister wasn’t able to and ended up running her knee into the wall with a loud “thump!” My sister and I ran after each other for a while until tragedy struck. This time if my sister got to my prisoner and tagged her she was released and the game continued, but if she got me, the game was over. I announced to my sister that my captive was tied up and the game began again. Don’t go anywhere.” And I left her there. She could speak just fine, but “mmphed” for the games sake. Once she was gagged I asked her one more time if everything was good. “Good.” I then ripped off a few pieces of tape and started to place them onto her mouth. “Nope.” She tested the tape on her wrists and ankles, and it was secure. Since this was my first time tying her I had to ask, “Too tight?” Once I was done with her wrists I sat her in a chair and started to tape her ankles. The scotch tape sucked and she could have escaped if she wanted, but she was a good sport and let herself be tied. Once again, I chuckled, turned her around and crossed her wrists behind her. “I guess so.” She held her wrists together in front of her. She looked back at the tape and shrugged. “Your a hostage, and hostages have to be tied up.” “Wait what’s that?”Įven if she had broken character I didn’t. “Doubt it.” Once in my father's office I shut the door behind us and grabbed for the tape. She responded, in character, “you won’t get away with this, my partner will find me.” With her hands up and my pointer finger on her back I ordered, “Move copper!” Now that she was captured I was to take her to my hideout for her to be my prisoner. Another side note I haven’t, to this point, tied up my sister….yet.įinally I caught Brittney and the game came to a halt. We ran around trying to catch each other but I made sure to catch Brittney before my sister. Note: if you’ve read my previous story about my aunt, this was before I started using shoe laces. No it wasn’t the greatest, but it had to do. I don’t remember if we had any rope, so I used some scotch tape I had found in my dad's study. I could have had my sister join me as a robber, but I wanted all the fun for myself.īefore the game began though I needed supplies. The three of us would run around, two cops and one robber, and the cops would try to capture the robber, but if the robber caught one or them, they were a hostage. Once she arrived it took me a while to work up the courage to announce that we were going to play, everyone’s favorite, cops and robbers. She was slender, shoulder length dirty blonde hair, and this evening was in tight jeans that showed off her round behind, a tight orange shirt that accentuated her adorable, ample chest. She was about 17, but I was still a head taller than her even at my age. She babysat for me and my sister at least once a month, and she babysat us at least twice before I got up the nerve to tie her up. I tried, but it never happened.īrittney (name changed) was my favorite babysitter when I was a kid. As a response to some of the questions people have had, no I wasn’t able to tie up my aunt again.
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