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I was tied with rope and the rope was reinforced with duct tape which covered the rope and covered my fingers holding them to my arms. My arms were tied behind my back with my wrists at opposite elbows. I was laying on the floor and I was securely bound and gagged. The look on her face as she came into the living room is something I will never forget.
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It's fine." I wasn't sure what was about to happen, and all my mother said was that Nita would be sitting with me while they were out that evening.Ībout five-thirty Nita came to the door and my mother let her into the house. Then one day I heard my mother on the phone saying things like, "Of course we still want you to sit for us. My parents didn't go anywhere for a while. They asked me a lot of questions about the whole thing, and then dropped it. They wanted to be sure that I wasn't hurt and that it had been my idea. The next day my father and then my mother and father talked to me a lot more about being tied up. I was really upset that I had gotten Nita into trouble. My mother quickly untied me and as soon as the gag was removed, I protested that I loved it when Nita tied me up, and that I had asked her to do it and that we had been doing it for a long time. My mother was horrified seeing me trussed up that way, and my father told Nita, who cried and begged them to forgive her, that she should go home. The event they were attending had been cancelled or something, and so they returned home without any warning. When I was about thirteen, Nita was sitting doing homework, I was bound and gagged on the floor, and suddenly in walked my parents. All of this continued for about four years with me being bound and gagged anywhere from one to five or more hours at a time at least once a week and maybe even two and three times a week. Neither seemed bothered by seeing me lying tied up on the floor, and I think Emilia liked watching me. Often Nita's sister, Emilia, came over to have Nita help her with her homework. I always suspected I could free myself if I wanted, but I never really tried. I was happy to lay there watching television. After a while she added a gag and made the tie-up stricter - adding a hog-tie. My parents would go, Nita would tie me up for the night. When the second phone call came Nita untied me. My mother had a habit of calling sometime during the evening to see if everything was alright, and she usually called again when they left to return home, so Nita knew when they were coming. The next time Nita came, after my parents left, I brought out the rope and told Nita that she had better tie me up again, so she did. After a while, she untied me and that was it. I didn't really try to escape but just watched television. Nita tied my hands behind my back and then she tied my ankles and left me lying on the floor in the living room in front of the television set. It took it back into the house and gave it to Nita and said, "So there - tie me up if you dare." So I went into the garage and found some rope that my father had in a cupboard there. I laughed and said she wouldn't either and she said that she sure would. She said that I should stop and she said that if she had some rope she would tie me up. But sometimes I could be annoying, and one night about the fourth or fifth time she sat with me I was really pestering her. Juanita, or Nita as we all called her, was lots of fun and I really liked her. So my mother talked to Juanita's mother, and they tried her as a sitter and found that she was reliable and, as my mother said, "level headed." Where we had lived, my grandmother sat with me when my folks were out, but we moved too far for her to do that any more. Since my parents were obligated to attend many social events, they needed a baby sitter frequently. Two girls lived across the street, Juanita who was sixteen or so and her little sister, Emilia, who was about my age. When I was about eight years old my parents moved to another city into a nice neighborhood.