“I can’t believe your parents left you with me. They’re totally oblivious aren’t they?”
I smirked, looking down the table at you.
I was tasked with babysitting, while your parents attended a concert in the city over. We grew up together; I was just a year older than you and my physical maturity drew a line. I had matured faster than most, certainly sexually. We had been neighbors for our whole lives and the last summer had been tense with sexual energy left unacted on. How many time would you quit truth or dare just when things were getting interesting? I lost count of the awkward boners you had from seeing me in my bathing suit.
Your body betraying you, aroused and terrified of me.
My physique, soft curves, budding breasts, cheeks still flushed.
Yours… awkward, gangly. Athletic, tanned and lean. A head shorter than me.
“What are you going to do?” Already questioning my motives. You wouldn’t make eye contact with me. Aw. He’s scared…I felt adrenaline surge through me, nestling into my groin, I felt myself pulsate with power.
I stood and slowly walked to the cabinets, picking out the largest plastic cup I could find, filling it from the tap.
“You look thirsty, have this.” Less of a suggestion and more of a command.
You hesitated, before sighing deeply and drinking it. Water dribbled down your chin and neck, resting over your prominent collar bones, sliding out of sight down your shirt.
You set the cup down, hard, in defiance.
I refilled the cup.
“Take your shirt off.”
Breathing heavily out of your nose, you twisted your shirt off.
I straddled you at the dining table. Pushing my ass into your groin.
Your face turned crimson, being able to feel your cock touching me through your shorts. I felt it too.
“Open your mouth…”
Our eyes met and you obeyed, opening your mouth just slightly. Your lips are so soft, so pouty for a boy.
I took a large swig of water, then pressing my lips against yours, squirted it into your mouth.
It wasn’t a perfect seal, water and spilt and ran down our chins.
My breath shuddered, looking at your flat chest glistening. I rubbed my fingers over your nipples making you squirm
Again, drinking water and feeding it to you. Pushing it into your mouth with my tongue. Slowly you began to kiss me back, sloppy, wet, watery kisses. I felt your little cock engorge, pressing against the material in your shorts. Wishing to escape. I pinched your nipple and made you yelp, kissing you leaving you gasping for air.
I forced the rest of the water down. “Drink it, drink it” I directed.
I refilled the cup a third time, taking my shirt off by the sink. I poured water on my chest, making my nipples hard.
I sat on your lap again, rubbing my small perky tits over you, holding the water to your mouth.
You struggle, and your stomach bloats. “Uhnng, I cant drink anymore”
“You had better” I bit at your chest, teasing your nipples again
“Ahh you know they’re sensitive” you protested, inching away
“Just drink it!”
I haven’t tasted alcohol but I wonder if this is what they mean by “drunk on power”. I felt lightheaded and could feel my heartbeat through my entire body, particularly between my thighs.
You threw the cup on the floor. Brat.
“Don’t be a baby.”
“IM NOT – “ he raised his voice, and it cracked and he hesitated “I-I’m not a baby”
“Aww widdle man… then why did your parents ask me to BABYsit you?
“I DONT KNOW!” Ah, visibly frustrated now. Perfect.
“Are they afraid you’ll have… an accident?”
You froze. Jaw clenched. Bingo.
“Your mom tells my mom eeevvvverything.” I played with a curl in my hair. I stared at your groin. “How you still … wet the bed… aren’t you a little old for that?”
Immense shame overcame your face and it looked like you almost might cry. Aw. Sweet babe.
I took your hand and led you to the backyard.
I pushed you onto the trampoline.
“Jump”
I swear I could hear the water sloshing around inside of you.
You held your stomach and furrowed your brow
“I… have to go.”
“‘Have to go’ what?”
“Have to go!”
“I don’t know what “go” means.” And with a perfect impression of your mom I added, “Use your big boy words”
I could tell you were beside yourself, annoyed and upset, bladder straining.
“Lay down.”
“Then will you let me go?”
“Lay. Down.”
You laid on your back and I straddled you once again. I began slowly rocking us up and down, bouncing together. I Locked my hips around you.
Then, I tickled you. I never knew a boy could look so terrified being tickled. And it made me giggle.
You fought valiantly against my tickle assault. You wiggled and struggled. You screamed and cried. To any of our neighbors, just us laughing. Just us playing. To me, pleasure and humiliation. Control over you.
And then it started, a warm puddle formed in your shorts and began to soak my skirt, my panties. You cried no, and I sat on your little cock feeling your piss cover us both. I could hear it falling from the trampoline into the grass below.
I peeked down your shorts to see your cock, a steady river of pee coming from your little hole. I pushed on your bladder, you moaned and I encouraged you to empty yourself.
I massaged you through your wet shorts. Touched you until you were hard. Stroked your penis with my hand soaked in your piss.
I tasted it and then kissed you. Forcing you to taste your own piss.
“You made a mess.”
You were too embarrassed to retort.
“We have to take a shower and wash our clothes. Otherwise your parents will know you had another accident.”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ev7zz3/mean_babysitter_gentle_femme_domme_bladder
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