Babysitter Bondage (An Age Play Story) Read Free Page B

played me like a stupid instrument. It was like he knew all of my buttons although this was our first meeting.
    The desire gained momentum, pounding through my blood to the same intense rhythm as my heart. It was like I had just become those two sequences: the percussion of my heart and the pulse of his fingertips.
    “Do you want to come?” he asked.
    My lips quivered through some unintelligible response. Even in the throes of intoxicated arousal, I managed to nod quickly. That must have been good enough because he sped up, pressing harder, working me over until the orgasm snapped into place. It felt like an explosion, like I heard one click somewhere far away before my world turned to deluge of pleasure.
    It came over me like an avalanche, like the fabric of reality changed and enveloped me in heat and a perfectly warm glow at the same time.
    In time, the pleasure faded and I tried to keep my eyes open, but the desire had been replaced by an intense fatigue. It was all I could do to pry my eyelids up and try to speak again.
    “Silly girl. Babies don’t know how to talk yet. But maybe if you try really hard, you’ll be able to get something out tomorrow,” Trevor said to me as he cleaned his fingers off on a tissue. “But for now, I’m going to get you ready for bed.”
    Bed? Somewhere far away in my head, I thought it wasn’t even noon yet.
    “That’s right,” he said with the same patronizing nod. “Little girls need to nap. Otherwise they get all cranky and naughty.” Wrinkling his brow, he put on a faux glower, like something Oscar the Grouch might have worn.
    Trevor moved out of my line of sight. I heard a drawer open, then close. I wanted to be interested. I knew this would be relevant to me, only I couldn’t make myself contrite. All the desire and focus in the world couldn’t command my body if it absolutely refused to obey me. And right then, it seemed more interested in following Trevor’s lead. It was like my physical form had become warmly submissive to my sister’s boyfriend.
    He came back holding something. When I first glimpsed the item, I thought it was impossible. No, there was no way I was seeing it right. My vision had been distorted ever since I sipped that stupid orange juice. This had to be another symptom.
    Because it looked like he was holding a pink diaper. Worse, it looked like it had been sized for an adult. It looked like it might fit me…
    Panic set and I started to struggle, kicking the bed and the air and yanking on the cord that kept me there. With my free arm, I tried to wave him away, and the whole time, I couldn’t get my eyes off the diaper.
    Bright pink, it had a pattern of stars along the front that curved all the way back to the butt. The inner thighs were lined with big ruffles. It seemed perfectly smooth, and when Trevor got closer, I caught the babyish scent. It would have been adorable on a little girl, but he wanted that on me.
    “Silly girl. I can’t let you nap without a diaper. You might get yourself all wet again,” he said confidently. If I had been more coherent, I might have pointed out how I didn’t pee myself. I spilled something, a drink he drugged. But nothing like that came out. Instead, I shrieked one word.
    “No!” I sounded like some snotty two-year-old and I could hardly believe I was the one who did it. Seriously, I had come here to scare this guy off, and less than an hour later, I was strapped to this bed as he approached with a diaper.
    But he didn’t just put it on me. No, he took his time. He ran the diaper along the line of my legs. He made sure I felt its smooth outer surface. Trevor used it to tease me as I squirmed and kept mumbling how I didn’t want to be diapered. I didn’t want to be a baby!
    Satisfied with my humiliation, Trevor unfolded the diaper. “Lift your legs,” he ordered. The mocking tone had vanished, replaced by the commanding authority of someone used to being in charge.
    “No!”
    “Do I need to spank