Babysitter Bondage (An Age Play Story) Read Free

you were some naughty little baby.” He cooed down at me, speaking to me like I was really an infant or toddler.
    Frustration bit at the back of my throat. The desire to smack him intensified, only my body refused to act on my orders. My muscles felt fuzzy and cottony. It was like the impulses got lost from the trip between my brain and limbs. At least I got my mouth to work.
    “No,” I shook my head, “No. I’m not a baby.”
    “I think you are,” he said with a deep nod of his head. It looked exaggerated, the same kind of gesture you might use with a small child. “I think you came in here ready to act all big and tough when you’re just a small girl at heart. Isn’t that right?”
    “No!” I hissed through my incisors, fighting to maintain my sense of self. My muscles didn’t want to work right, and his words seemed utterly confused. I was there on my back, unable to really move. In some ways, I actually felt like a child as my legs kicked uselessly against the air.
    “Silly girl,” he chuckled, and he made it sound like I was the most adorable thing he had ever seen. My skin flushed at his patronizing attitude. “Oh well, we’ll make things right. Okay?”
    “Make things right,” I mumbled back, trying to understand what he meant.
    Trevor nodded again with the same exaggerated motion. Then he let my wrists go only to grab something soft and fabric. He pulled it up and wrapped it around my right wrist. I heard the Velcro rub together and lock together.
    Straining my head, I rolled over to see what he had done. I found my wrist encased in a fabric sheath. It was about the size of a thick bracelet, maybe two inches wide. The inner material looked shiny and black, but the outer lining glimmered a bright pink with two white hearts. It seemed like something an errant three-year-old might have to wear. The fabric connected back to a cord that stretched across the bed and down beneath the mattress.
    I pulled. I couldn’t break the cord. Trevor had me trapped.
    If I were in a normal state of mine, I might have simply torn away the Velcro. Only right then, I could barely think straight. And even if my thoughts weren’t so jumbled, I didn’t know if I could make my fingers work properly. Flopping from side to side felt like the limit of my dexterity.
    “There. Now that I know you’ll be nice and safe, I can get your things ready.”
    My things. He was going to wash my pants, I thought. The idea made sense at the time, but then he came back. “Oh, I forgot your panties. How silly of me.” He didn’t sound silly. If anything, he sounded more predatory, like a hunter who found easy prey. The conflicting ideas sent my heart into overdrive.
    Rolling onto my back, I saw him come back to the bed. He seemed to move in slow motion. Again, it must have been whatever made me feel so unsteady, whatever made me drop my drink.
    He inserted his fingers beneath the elastic of my bright blue panties. Realizing he saw them and smirked down at me, obviously amused, I blushed even brighter. The heat spread across my skin in pattered waves as my heart kept pounding. Guys never saw me like this. Before graduating, I only had one boyfriend, and we only had sex a couple times. The idea of this man, Trevor, getting to see me naked made me yank as hard as I could on the cord.
    I wanted to snap it.
    I wanted to hear the vinyl material stretch and snap.
    I wanted to watch his expression jump from condescending to frightened.
    Nothing happened. The cord stretched but kept my arm in place. Stuck there on my back, I tried to whack him with my hand. I swiped at him, hoping to slap him, but I kept missing. My hand eye coordination really had been reduced to a toddler’s. Maybe younger.
    I moved like I hadn’t learned how to manage my own body yet.
    Taking full advantage of my disorientation, Trevor yanked once and brought my panties down my legs, past my knees, and beyond my heels. Using my free hand, I tried to grab at the edge of my