Collection of 6 Stories from Youth By Solestruck A. The Wicked Witch Baby Sitter (NF) By Solestruck December 14, 2004 When I was a lot younger and still in grade school, maybe third grade, my friend and I used to call this older bitchy neighbor of ours the wicked witch of the west. I think she was about 5 years older. She would chase us around and try to give us wedgies and stuff. Sometimes when she caught either one of us, she would sit on us and stick her feet in our faces and tell us to smell them. Unfortunately, my parents at some point later used to have her babysit. She would pull the same antics, chasing me around, sitting on me and sticking her feet in my face while her parents were out. Sometimes she would do this and then watch TV while sitting on me. Sometimes, she sat the reverse way on me, in sort of a reverse pin, with her ass tucked right up below my chin. One time during this I started yelling "Help, Help!" To shut me up she shifted back and sat right on my mouth. She stayed there for the rest of the TV show. B. The Bully's Sisters (NF) By Solestruck December 14, 2004 When I was in the third or fourth grade, there was a neighborhood bully named Ken, a sixth grader, that would always pick on me. I got him back by picking on his scrawny younger sisters who were in the fourth and fifth. This included pulling their hair, putting gum in their hair, spitting at them, tripping them, taunting them, etc. Revenge did not work out well because the bully then had an excuse to target me more. On a few occasions, he grabbed me, wrestled me easily to the ground and had his sisters sit on me in a pin, after which he would depart and leave them to get their revenge. One sat on my ribs and upper abdomen, the other on my upper chest. My arms were either at my sides or out to the sides under the front sisters' knees. From this position, they would for the next hour or two, taunt me, spit in my face, put gum in my hair, rip up fistfuls of grass and drop them on my face, pick up dirt and force it in my mouth, etc. One time the sister sitting up front put her feet on my face, squeezed my nose with her toes, and made me talk with a nasally voice while her and her sister laughed at me. After this, they added it to their repertoire whenever their bully big brother delivered me to them for a two on one pin torture session. C. Co-Ed Cowboys and Indians (NF) By Solestruck December 14, 2004 During fourth or fifth grade, I had a two neighbors that I was friends with outside school but not really inside school. I had a crush on one but she was real quiet. The other was goofy, nerdy with thick glasses, ultra-skinny, knock kneed and duck-toed, but she probably bloomed pretty well later in life. After school and in summer we would play cowboys and Indians, or more accurately, cowboy and Indians. The rules involved them using ropes and me using toy guns. With a fake gun that shoots no bullets, the game is set up for a loss for the cowboy. Although technically, they were supposed to fall down when I said bang while pointing at them, they usually just kept up their attack which usually consisted of lassoing me around the neck and tugging so that I fell. A few other times they would lasso around my legs to get me to fall. Sometimes I would get ridden around horsey style with the lasso around my neck. Sometimes they would try to break the horsey by jumping up and down as if on a hoppety hop, bucking until the horsey gave up. In most cases though, once they brought me down, they would sit on me and tie me up, always binding my hands and sometimes my legs. The scenario would always end with me tied up, in captivity for the rest of the afternoon. Sometimes, I would end up in the stockade, which consisted of canvas or vinyl lawn furniture, sometimes a chair and sometimes a chaise, that the strapping was either stretched or cut on so that I would be under it with my head poked through the straps. Then they would sit in the chair or chaise and "torture" the "cowboy slave". In the chair, they would slap the cowboy slave's face, but I remember in the chaise, they took turns lying with their feet pressed against my face which was poking up through the slats, my arms and legs still bound of course. They used to tell me to smell their feet and would giggle constantly. One time the girl's big sister took a turn too. D. The Protective Tomboy and Her Sister (NF) By Solestruck December 14, 2004 In fifth or sixth grade, during the winter time, I was in a snowball fight. There was a girl Jane, an eight grader, who tried to raid my fort so I warded her off with snowballs. Regrettably, one hit her in the face and she went home crying. I say regrettably because she had a big sister, Cindy, in high school who was nothing like her. Jane was short, skinny, feminine and had short light brown hair. Her dark haired sister was not pretty, not feminine, tall, big-boned, strong, athletic and was a high school sophomore that played three varsity sports. The big sister came out a while later, smashed my fort to pieces, then put me on the ground, and knelt facing me about two feet away from my head, but leaned forward to hold my arms down above my head. She then had Jane sit on my chest and encourage her to hit me in the face which she did. Cindy then went away and left Jane sitting on me where she stayed until I started to get cold and had to apologize and say please before she let me up. This story continued though. In the spring time one day Jane was riding her bike up and down the street teasing me so I started throwing handfuls of acorns at her. This intensified a little to the point where I was whipping acorns. Of course, it's only funny until someone gets hit in the eye, which she did. For the next few months I was very careful not to ride my bike anywhere near their house. It seemed like everything had blown over despite her threats that she would get me. One day in the summer, early afternoon I was riding my bike past Jane's house. The street was on an upward slant, and her house sat way up on a hill with a u-shaped driveway with hedges at the end. Bad day for me, Cindy and Jane were hiding behind a hedge and I could not speed away since I was going up hill. Cindy grabbed control of the bike, grabbed me off it by the collar, put me in a headlock and walked me up to her house in her back yard. She easily wrestled me to a kneeling position, and then let her sister Jane kick me in the stomach. She then pitched me forward, sat on my back, lifted my head and, get this, made me kiss the tops of Jane's feet and apologize. I was sent home upset and remembered this enough to stomp Jane's foot hard one day after she taunted me that I had been forced to kiss her feet. I proudly strut away while she limped home. I paid a similar price the next time her sister caught me early one Saturday and dragged me up to their house. This time, the big sister held me down while Jane got to kick me in the groin, stomp on my stomach and chest, and step on my face. Then Cindy got in a similar position as the first time, not on me but pinning my arms so I could not defend her sister sitting on me. But this time Jane took off her socks and sneakers, put her feet over my face and they made me kiss the bottoms of Jane's feet fifty times each, saying after each kiss, "I am sorry and I promise I will not step on Jane's feet again." It was either that or Jane was going to stomp on my face and groin to see how I liked stomping once I knew how it felt. E. The Dominant BabySitter (NF) By Solestruck December 14, 2004 In the sixth or seventh grade, when I was about 12 or 13, my parents, against my wishes, thought that it would be best if I had a babysitter. Turns out, the babysitter was a gal who was about 5 or 6 years older, maybe a junior or senior, and the daughter of an acquaintance they made somewhere. Fortunately for me she was very hot, a freckle-faced, brownish red head with a nice figure. I remember I was laying on my stomach watching TV and she sat on my back in a straddle and then asked if I want to wrestle. OK I figured, I can buck her off no problem. But after I said yes, she executed this flim flam wrestling move that someone must have shown her involving the looping of one of my arms inside out, which flipped me over like a pancake and with what seemed like very little force on her part. It was a little embarrassing to be pinned that quick. She kept telling me, "Just say 'I give' and I will let you up. Instead I struggled to re-assert my masculinity. This just ended up causing her to move forward into a tighter pin higher up on my chest to the point where she could sit upright. She kept repeating, "All you have to do is say 'I give' . . . and that I am the boss." I of course refused and this resulted in her keeping me in this pin for about two and a half hours while she just watched TV. At some point, I told her I was going to kick her ass. She replied, "Actually, I think you are in a better position to kiss my ass," and she later threatened, "If you don't give, I am going to make you kiss my ass." At some point, I gave up struggling as I was exhausted and her shins pressing on my upper arms had left my arms feeling weak and my hands tingly. After I had been forced to give up struggling, she quickly flipped around to reverse the direction she was sitting in, but still pinning me, and pressed her ass on my face right over my nose and mouth, saying, "Time to kiss my ass." She lifted a little and told me, "You can kiss my ass or say you give, you choose." I told her she better get off. So she sat her ass back down. I began to kick and flail when I feared passing out. She must have sensed this and lifted her ass up slightly again. When I refused to verbally surrender or kiss her ass, she sat back down again. I did not appreciate this dominant streak back then, and would love to have found hundreds more women like this later in life. This facesit smother and chance to worship or verbally surrender repeated itself several times, each time meeting with a refusal from me. Maybe on some level I did like it, even though I was really outraged and angry about being dominated. I became intimately familiar with the site, or more accurately, the seat, of her off-white Lee overalls that she was wearing. Eventually, we heard my parents car in the driveway, and she hopped off saying, "The only reason I let you up is because your parents are home." I said, "Next time you're dead." She said, "We'll see." I did not tell on her because it would have been a little embarrassing to tell them I wrestled her and lost, and that I was dominated and helpless under her for about four hours, just about the whole time they were out. As they were paying her and asked her if I behaved, she said, "Oh, I managed to keep him under control," and gave me a sarcastic grin. I was a little frustrated that she was holding the cards, getting paid and in a position to get me in trouble despite the fact that she sat on top of me the whole time, pinned me to the point where my shoulders were still tender and sat on my face for hours, repeatedly bringing me close to pass out condition. My parents used her again a few weeks later and I had planned to get revenge. My parents were downstairs, waiting for the babysitter and finishing up getting ready, and I was in the upstairs den. I was laying down watching TV. She came upstairs and I knew my parents were still home so I figured I was fine. I heard my parents clanging around downstairs. It was a ballsy move on her part but while my parents were still home, she grabbed the wooden chair from its matching stained desk that was in the corner of the room, placed it right over me and sat on it. I saw her grab it but I thought she was just going to sit on it next to me and watch TV since my parents were still home. She even still had her pocket book (really a shoulder sack) still on her arm, probably just to help with the deception. Right when she did this, I said "What are you doing? My parents are still here," while I ineffectively began to try to push at the front of the chair from the awkward position my arms were in. She easily pinned my arms by pressing her feet onto my upper arms and said, "They are just about ready to leave and I wanted to get the jump on you. If they come up, I will just move the chair. And if you yell for them, I will tell them you hit me." As she was talking I heard "Bye" from downstairs punctuated immediately by the sound of the door slamming shut. She then laughed out loud and set her shoulder sack down on a nearby piece of furniture. It was one of those chairs with four legs, open underneath, with four support bars connecting each leg to its adjacent legs. The front cross bar pressed on my chest a little but not too uncomfortably. The rear cross bar was a little lower and that was over my lower abdomen. The two front legs landed right outside my armpits, and I always lay with my hands behind my head so my arms were trapped up in a position where I could not try to push the chair up from my sides like a bench press using my chest and shoulder muscles. I would only be able to bring my arms down near a 90 degree angle off my body before my upper tricep hit the chair leg. That is mainly why she was easily able to pin my arms with her shoes in no time flat. It was after the door shut that I realized I was probably in for a long night. I tried pushing a little but she just pressed lightly using her thigh muscles and said, "Yeah, right." She said, "Now. I am in a superior position, and we can do this one of two ways. You can struggle and try to get me back, even though you have nothing to get me back for, or you can give up now and agree that there is no need for fighting, and we can have fun watching TV or playing cards or something." I did not answer at first but reminded her that she had suffocated me last time and I almost passed out. She was not in a mood to concede any ground since she was again enjoying a superior bargaining position. She explained to me that I had brought that on myself by refusing to just give up after a simple wrestling match that I did agree to and lost fair and square. She went on to explain that it was I who threatened to "kick her ass." I argued that her logic was weak since a simple threat that I was not in a position to carry out does not justify suffocating someone to near death. She immediately pounced on that saying that it was not "near death." Using that phrase was a bad choice on my part since I thought I was winning the argument. But I soon realized that given our physical positions, she was not going to give in at all and she was going to stay there. Since the argument went nowhere and I would not agree to "Give" or to promise that I would not try to go after her, she reached for her sack, and was rummaging around. I asked her what she had in there. She said, "Oh a few things I thought I might need," and then took out a book and started reading, her white canvas sneakers still pinning my arms. About a half hour later, I asked if she planned to keep me here all night. Without looking at me from behind her book, she said, "You had your chance earlier to just say you give and agree not to come after me." I said, "OK, I am willing to give up and agree that I won't go after you." She replied, "I am not sure I believe you and I will have to think about it." I asked what I could do to make her believe me. She said, "You can start by untying my shoes for me." I said fine and she had to hold up each of her feet so I could get my hands to them given the forced 'up' position of my upper arms. I then asked again, "OK, I did what you asked, now may I please get up." She put her book aside, reached for her nap sack and said, "I don't know if I can trust you. You might just be saying that." She then pulled a ball of something white out of the sack and said, "If I tie your arms I will feel a lot more comfortable that you won't come after me." It was that thin coated cord that they use to tie up stacks of newspapers. I reluctantly agreed, figuring that even if she did tie them, it was worth getting up since I noticed that the bar pressing on my chest was starting to ache a lot like Chinese water torture. So she had me hold them upright toward the ceiling but crossed at the wrists. She then wrapped them around and around sideways, then vertically in between the wrists, then sideways again, and then looped the string in on itself, and tugged like some kind of slip knot finish. She then used one of her feet to push one of arm arms down and of course the other arm traveled with it. I said "What are you doing?" She said, "Just one thing first." She then took the sneaker off her other (free) foot, peeled off her tiny sock, and put her bare foot over my mouth with her toes over my nose and said, "Smell my feet." I said, "W--," and was interrupted as she pressed her foot over my mouth. I then involuntarily smelled her feet which were clean but slimy and sweaty and had a bit of an odor but the odor was actually not offensive. She then said, "If you kiss my feet, I will know that you are honest about not wanting to come after me." When she lifted her foot, I asked her why before all I had to do was promise not to come after her, then I had to agree to her tying my arms, and now this?? She answered that I had my chance each time and because I kept refusing her offers, she had to change the terms to create rewards and punishments to modify behavior. I then tried a different tack and told her the bar was really hurting my chest and I needed to get up. She said, "Nice try! You have been there for almost an hour and have not said a word about it up 'til now. You can stay here with my feet on your face and smell my feet all night or you can just kiss them and be done with it." I told her I was not going to kiss her feet. She said, "OK fine," and then took off her other shoe and sock and began to rub her foot sweat all over my face, eventually settling in with her toes all cradled around my nose. I laid there, I think realizing that I actually was somehow enjoying this, and lost track of time. She had been reading again. I wondered how long I had zoned out for. I told her that the sweat from her feet was getting all over my face. She then asked me, "Now whose fault is that?" She went on, "Since you refused a perfectly reasonable deal before where you could have given a peck and been free, the deal is now that you need to lick my feet before I let you up." She continued, "Besides, you have been quietly breathing away through your nose for about 45 minutes now, and it even sounded like you were sniffing my feet a few times, so I am starting wonder whether you actually like the smell of my feet and enjoy having them in your face." To this I said nothing at first, but realized that I actually did have an erection. She was right. So about twenty minutes later, after pondering the thought of the bar on my chest for another two or three hours, and wondering why I had an erection and being somewhat interested the more I thought of her offer, I started licking her feet. She moved her feet to enable me to get the whole foot, and even dipped her toes into my mouth. During the process she commented, "You are actually enjoying this aren't you." I did not answer. After about twenty minutes, I said, "OK, I did everything you asked." She then said, "I want to hear you admit that you enjoyed smelling and licking my feet." I did not reply at first. She kept prodding me though and eventually I did say it out loud, and she made me repeat it several times. When she still did not get up, I told her she was being a liar and bitch for not getting up after I did exactly what she asked. She then said, "You need to have your mouth washed out with soap but I have a better idea." She then leaned forward, forced her little mini-socks into my mouth, pressed the opening of her sneaker over my mouth and nose and tied it there with more cord from her knap sack. This brought extended laughter from her, as she said, "You look ridiculous like that with my shoe tied to your face." She then got down off the chair and sat on my chest and said, "How do my sweat socks taste?" She then flipped around and watched TV while straddling my chest. At some point she noticed the bulge in my pants and said, "You are a naughty boy. Looks like you popped a tent from smelling and licking the babysitter's feet." She stayed there until my parents car pulled in, at which point, she began untying the sneaker from my face me while saying, "Now what are you going to tell them, that you smelled and licked the baby sitter's feet and got aroused by it? I might have to tell them I noticed a bulge in your pants and that I don't feel comfortable babysitting anymore." She got off me and I made a "Mmm" sound since her socks were still stuffed into my mouth and my hands were tied. She started putting her shoes on without the socks and said, "If I were you, I would run to the bathroom pretty quick before they see you like that sucking on my socks." So I ran to the bathroom, and managed to get the free of the cord with a dull scissors in the second draw down. She babysat me after that but it was not as hostile since she had tamed me and made me realize that I did enjoy her feet, so in the future she got paid to have her feet smelled, licked and massaged, and rather than me being forced to do it, I had to ask for it. Sometimes she made me smell her socks first or put them in my mouth, or smell or lick her shoes. F. Unconventional Atari (NF) By Solestruck December 14, 2004 As a freshman in high school I had a huge crush on this girl from another high school who was snotty but liked me too. She was one of the girls that all the guys liked. She liked to hang out over my house but never had me to hers because she was "going out with" someone already. She was definitely the aggressor though who asked me to dance, kissed me at a dance that her boyfriend was not at, and kept inviting herself over. We kissed a few times, and our relationship was playful. She used her hands to do things but never let me do them back (keeping it tasteful here). Often we would play Atari at my house. Not sure if anyone remembers Atari, but you could sit and play for hours. It was addictive. One day, she was on the end of the armless couch while I was sitting next to her on the floor. Two hours in to this game, I was mopping the floor with her at a game that I was awesome at. In order to distract me during my turn, she began using her foot to play around in my lap. I enjoyed it, but I was till whooping her bad. During her turn, I would lie back with my hands interlaced behind my head and watch her performance on the TV. Of course, since she was distracting me, I would heckle her while she was playing. In her aggressive style, on one of her turns, she got up and squatted right down so she was sitting with her ass planted right on my mouth so I could not talk. She was facing the TV, ass on my face with her knees forward up on my chest. My nose had about a millimeter of clearance so I could breath and my eyes were looking right up her back. She went one step further and when it was my turn, she said. "Oops well, you are in no position to take your turn, so you will have to forfeit your turn." Then she proceeded to play my turn with my joystick (no pun intended) making sure she messed up so it would be her turn again. I moaned a little in protest but discovered I was enjoying being reverse face sat under her clingy black cotton stretch pants. On one turn, she reached forward, noticed I was hard, and said, "I think you are enjoying this, aren't you," and then wiggled a little on my face. After about an hour, she caught up in points, but unfortunately, just teased me along wiggling on my face while she was messing up my turns, so I got no relief that day.