Date: Fri, 30 Oct 2020 08:00:54 +0100
From: Courtney Kline <NotJenAniston@mail.com>
Subject: Bridget vs The Babysitter

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emotional and sexual abuse and domination of a 24 year old woman by a young
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*Bridget vs The Babysitter*


If you would have told me that I'd still be taking babysitter jobs 2 years
after graduating college for money I would have slapped you, but alas, here
I was, scrolling through multiple babysitting websites looking for local
gigs for cash. But without any real job offers, I felt like I had no choice
but to go back to babysitting.

I felt like I was in high school again as I scrolled through the
babysitting ads, back then I must have done over one hundred babysitting
gigs, I was a seasoned professional before I was even 18, I had been in so
many homes, took care of so many different kids, I was as experienced as
you could get babysitting, I've seen and done it all, through bratty kids
to perfect angels, I simply knew what to expect from any situation, or so I
thought.

As I scrolled through all the ads one in particular stood out to me, it was
a long term gig looking after a 12 year old girl, several times a week, for
very high hourly pay.

I double checked and read through the ad several times to make sure there
wasn't any catch I was missing, because it seemed too good to be
true. Watching just one 12 year old girl several times a week, for super
high pay in a nice neighborhood? Sign me up!

As I scanned through the ad over and over I noticed that it had been posted
just under an hour ago, meaning if I waited too long I might miss out
completely. Seeing as it was clearly the best offer in the area, other
babysitters would surely be all over this. I wasted no time sending in my
reply.

I was feeling confident as I hit send. I listed my exceptional experience
as a babysitter. How I've done hundreds of jobs, dealt with so many
different types of kids of different ages, my track record was truly
remarkable and I was confident I was going to land this job.

Now, 12 years old is a bit on the older end of the babysitting spectrum,
usually around that age parents are comfortable letting their kids watch
over themselves. The oldest child I have babysat was a 10 year old girl
several years ago, and she was one of my favorites of all time. So while
this girl would be the oldest child I have babysat if I got the job, it
wouldn't be a situation I was totally unprepared to handle. Older children
are more mature and easier to look after anyways.

For the next couple of hours I found myself a bit anxious refreshing my
emails multiple times. I could really use the money from this babysitting
gig. God I hope I get this job! I'm so experienced, surely there isn't a
better qualified candidate out there then me.

After about 8 hours of waiting I finally saw an email response in my
inbox. My heart skipped a beat as I opened and read the amazing news.

"Dear Nikki, you sound absolutely perfect to watch over my little angel, I
will give you more information in a later email but right now I just want
to let you know that you got the job! You start next Sunday! Please check
your emails often until then because we have quite a bit to go over! See
you soon!"

I was absolutely on cloud nine and ecstatic, this was just the break I was
looking for, finally I could be making some decent money again, even if it
was just babysitting, it was better than nothing! Just to be able to have
disposable income of my own instead of having to mooch off my parents would
help boost my confidence as I continued to look for a real job in the
future.  Over the next couple of days I continued to exchange emails with
the girl's mother, we went over everything that was to be expected of me
and I learned alot about her and her daughter and their situation.

I learned that she was a single mother who had tragically lost her husband
to cancer, she worked a very high paying important business job that
required alot of travel, hence the heavy loaded schedule I would be working
that included staying over night the entire week. I learned that her 12
year old daughter named Bridget had a genius IQ and went to a very
prestigious private school in the area, and that she was even taking some
college courses. I found myself very impressed and also slightly
intimidated by the entire situation, this was definitely higher end then
any babysitting job I have ever dealt with, and the salary was so
lucrative, I had to do a good job! If I somehow messed this up I would be
kicking myself. I really felt pressure to perform well and impress so I
could become their long term babysitter and reap in all this money!

Sunday had finally arrived and I found myself unusually nervous about the
entire situation. While I am definitely not poor, I also have very little
experience dealing with the very wealthy, and I didn't want to leave a bad
impression, so I dressed up in my nicest clothes and put on my best
smelling perfume.

As I pulled up to the house I was almost starstruck by how big it was. It
was a mini mansion for god's sake! All this house for just two people? That
sure is alot I thought to myself as I pulled into the drive way.

I was immediately greeted by the girl's mother as I got out of my car.

"Hello Nikki I am so glad to finally see you." She said as the well-built,
6 foot tall, redheaded woman came up and gave me a powerful hug. She really
doesn't waste any time! I felt like a little kid as this giant woman hugged
me.

"It's great to finally meet you too, you have no idea how excited I am to
finally be able to work and make some money again, and I just love
babysitting, I really am happy to be here!" I say, trying to sound as
convincing as possible.

"You are going to be great. Come on in, let me give you a quick tour of the
house before I head out to catch my flight." She says as she puts her arm
around my shoulder.

The house was beyond beautiful, it had a massive kitchen and dining room,
multiple living rooms, a gorgeous backyard with a pool, four upstairs
bedrooms, an office space aswell as multiple locked rooms which she did not
show me, telling me they were off limits and not to be disturbed.

We walk back into the kitchen and she goes over everything I need to know
for the next 5 days while she will be gone. I was to be expected to make
sure her daughter Bridget was in bed by 9, woke up for school at 6, and was
at school by 7:30. I needed to make sure she was home doing her homework
right after school. I was also responsible for feeding her breakfast and
dinner, and driving her to and from field hockey practice.

This was definitely something I've never experienced before, having to stay
over at a child's house and watch over them for multiple days while their
only parent went off to another state to work was something new and
challenging for sure, but for the money she was paying, there was no
question it was worth it.

"Oh, and one more thing Nikki. Bridget can be difficult to get along with
at first, but I promise once she opens up she is just a wonderful girl. You
need to be strong though, she likes to be in control and will try to walk
all over you if you let her, so you need to show that you are strong
willed. If she sees any signs of weakness in you then it might not end
well. But from what I've seen you seem like an experienced, capable
babysitter, that is why I chose you afterall, not just anyone can look
after my little Bridget, she is different, but I believe you will be just
fine!" She says in a rush, as she picks up her bags and heads out the door
swiftly.

"Have fun and look after my little angel! I'll be back Friday night. Call
me if you need anything!" She says one last time as she walks out and shuts
the door, leaving me all alone with her 12 year old daughter, who I just
realized I haven't even seen yet.

I stand in a sort of still silence, thinking of what the girl's mother just
said about her daughter, seemingly out of nowhere right before she left.
"She likes to be in control. She will try to walk right over you if you let
her. If she sees any signs of weakness in you then it might not end well."

Those statements were completely out of the blue and seriously contradicted
how she described her daughter in every email she sent me. Those words left
me with a bad taste in my mouth as I stood in silence. It was a very odd
thing for a mother to say about her daughter to a babysitter right before
she left.

Those odd statements certainly didn't do anything to help my anxiety, which
was still alive and thriving all throughout my body. I needed this job so
badly, I really didn't want to mess anything up, and the last thing I
needed to deal with was a bratty 12 year old girl who would try to make
life hard for a babysitter.

But perhaps the weirdest thing about this situation is the mother didn't
introduce me to her daughter before she left, I still had no idea where she
was as I began to wander around downstairs. I just wanted to meet her and
get our relationship off to a friendly start!

But where was she? I searched the entire first floor multiple times, going
in every room and still couldn't find her, so I began to head up the white
marble stairs to the second floor to continue my search.

It was an eerie feeling being up here by myself, there was absolutely no
noise in the entire house, only the sounds of my footsteps as I slowly
checked in every room on the second floor.

I finally approach the last room I haven't checked, which I was almost
certain at this point was Bridget's room. The door was cracked and I slowly
peaked my head in, expecting to see Bridget, but once again she was no
where to be found. What the hell? Is this girl even here? I was seriously
starting to get worried now.

I walk into her room and begin to look around. It was extremely clean and
tidy, looking very professional. I look around her walls and notice she has
posters of famous historical leaders all over her room. Genghis Khan,
Napoleon, Winston Churchill, Alexander the Great, Catherine the Great, it
was all very unusual for a 12 year old girl's room I thought to myself.

"What the fuck are you doing in my room you stupid cunt?"

My heart almost jumped out of my chest I was so startled. It didn't even
register to me the vile words she had called me, I was just so caught off
guard. Where the hell did she come from? I didn't hear her at all! How did
she sneak up on me like that? I shouldn't be in her room either! This isn't
a good look!

"O-oh hi y-you must be B-Bridget, I-I was just looking around f-for you
because I didn't know where you were, t-that's alll, it's nice to f-finally
meet you!" I say, sounding way more nervous that I wanted to let out.

"Get the fuck out of my room, you have no right to be in here." Said the
visibly upset redheaded girl.

She looked exactly like her mother in almost every way, well rounded and
slightly chubby, very pale, with bright blue eyes and fiery red hair. She
was very tall for her age at around 5'10, dwarfing over my 5'2 frame. I
found myself instantly intimidated by her for some reason. Maybe it was
because even though I was twice her age, she was physically much bigger
than me, this was not what I had in mind when I agreed to babysit a 12 year
old girl. She was already bigger than most grown women! I had never even
babysat anyone taller than me before, let alone an 8 inch height
difference. I was the one who looked like the little kid in this situation.

I was so startled. This was going horribly, what an awful first impression
to make, this was exactly how I didn't want this high paying babysitting
gig to start. I felt I needed to act fast to try to right this situation.

"Listen Bridget, we aren't getting off on the right foot here, I'm sorry
for going into your room, it's just that I didn't know where you were and
I-"

"Didn't I just tell you to get the fuck out of my room? What are you still
doing here? Are you actually fucking stupid? Are you all tits and no brain?
Do you have a hard time comprehending the English language? I SAID GET THE
FUCK OUT NOW!"

I was completely shell shocked and flustered beyond belief. I just stood
there like a deer in headlights as this child screamed and bossed me
around. I didn't know what to do or how to act.

Finally after a couple of seconds of just standing still in shock my body
decided to just leave her room and walk back downstairs like she had
ordered. It seemed like my only option. This girl was very physically
imposing and seriously upset after all, I didn't want to make things any
worse than they needed to be.

I was visibly shaking as I walked back down the stairs and took a seat on
the very large sofa in the living room. I couldn't believe what had just
happened. This was not a very nice 12 year old girl. Who acts like that?
She called me such awful names. I have never witnessed such cruel behavior
from a young girl before.

I took deep breaths to try to calm myself down and stop all my
shaking. Then I once again remembered what her mother had said before she
left. About how Bridget likes to "be in control", how she will "walk all
over you if she thinks you are weak". My anxiety shot through the roof just
thinking of those words. I had already failed just from our first
interaction. Now she knows I'm weak! Now she knows I can easily be walked
over! I allowed her to boss me around and call me horrible names, and I
just took it! Oh god! I started to wonder if the money was even worth it at
this point. I decided that I needed to re-establish control someway. I
wasn't sure how, but I knew I couldn't let her treat me like that ever
again or things could get very bad.

But I didn't know what to do. I just sat still on the sofa in silence, I
didn't move at all, I felt frozen. All my years of babysitting experience
felt irrelevant as I sat uncertain of how to handle this situation. We've
only had one brief, albeit unpleasant conversation and I was already
completely unraveled and shaking.

Suddenly I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. I look up to see Bridget,
in a change of clothes, now wearing short athletic shorts and a tank top,
confidently walking down the steps, her long toned legs and long red hair
looking prominent. She looked so intimidating.

Once again my anxiety started to rocket up. What the hell was going on?
This wasn't like me at all. I shouldn't be so nervous. And worse of all I
was making it very clear that I was nervous, and if Bridget caught on to
that she could easily take advantage of me and make my life a living hell!

I took some deep breaths as Bridget closed in on me and took a seat next to
me on the couch.

"First things first. I want an apology and I want it now. Under no
circumstances are you ever allowed into my room without my permission. Now
apologize!" Bridget said in a loud, arrogant voice.

I couldn't believe this. This couldn't be real. No 12 year old girl acts
like this! I seriously needed to take control right here and now.

But I was so nervous. I was still shaking. I knew if I tried to talk I
would be a stuttering mess. There was no reason for me to be this nervous
but yet I absolutely was. I was losing control of myself and I didn't know
why. I couldn't believe I was doing this, I couldn't believe I was digging
myself farther into this hole, but yet, without having the courage to even
look at her I completely apologized to her.

"Bridget I-I am s-so sorry for walking into your room like that, I-I just
wanted to meet you and g-get off to a good s-start!" I stutter out in a
pathetic voice.

"Tell me you will never again walk into my room without my permission."
Bridget ordered.

"I-I will never again w-walk into your r-room I p-promise." I said,
surprising myself by how fast I responded.

Bridget scooted in closer to me until we were directly next to each other
on the sofa and placed her hand on my lower thigh and began to rub it.

"That's a good little girl. I can tell that was a sincere apology. I accept
it and now we can move on." She said as she continued to rub my lower
thigh.

I felt like I was having an out of body experience as this 12 year old girl
treated me like a small child and began to rub my leg. Did she just call me
a little girl? I'm the adult here! I needed to put an end to this situation
now and take control.

But I couldn't, and deep down I knew I couldn't. I haven't been myself all
day and the idea I would just snap out of this weird trance I was in was
becoming more unrealistic. I was totally flustered and I was pretty sure
this girl knew it.

She continued to rub my leg in awkward silence. I could feel her eyes all
over my body, checking me out, it made me seriously regret wearing these
short leather shorts and this scoop neck shirt that really showed off my
cleavage and large breasts.

"I think it's time you made me some dinner, I would love to have a turkey
sandwich with tomato. Please do a good job making it. I don't settle for
low quality. Off you go now." She finishes saying as she lets go of my leg
and sits back and relaxes with her hands behind her head.

I was still shaking as I got up without saying a word and headed right for
the kitchen. As I started to make her a sandwich like she described I still
found myself very nervous, but as absurd as it sounded I was most nervous
because I wanted to make sure I made her a good sandwich, I was afraid of
disappointing her.

I found myself putting extra care and effort into making this sandwich for
Bridget. I can't explain why, but I really wanted to impress her. I wanted
her to like this sandwich, I wanted her to like me!

My anxiety was skyrocketing as I brought Bridget's sandwich into the dining
room where she was waiting for me, staring at me, studying me.

As I hand her the plate she points to the seat across from her and orders
me to sit.

Awkward silence filled the room as I sat quietly and watched her eat,
waiting to see if she approved of my work.

She ate half her sandwich, pushed her plate to the side and then just
looked at me.

"Why are you such a nervous wreck Goldilocks?" She asked, with an almost
pitiful look on her face.

Oh god, she knows I'm nervous. I guess I've done a horrible job at hiding
it. And why is she calling me Goldilocks, didn't her mother tell her my
name was Nikki?

"I-It's just that I-I w-want you to like me and I-I want to do a good job,
t-that's all, r-really." I answer trying my best to sound as confident as
possible while in reality sounding weak and scared.

Bridget started bursting out laughing at me, causing me to feel even more
self-conscious. She then lowered her eyes and blatantly stared at my D-cup
breasts, not even pretending to look anywhere else before finally speaking.

"Let me put it to you this way sugartits, you want to do a good job, you
want me to like you? Then stay the fuck out of my way and do whatever the
fuck I tell you to do, let's be clear about that, I don't need you nor do I
want you, my mother is overprotective and controlling, she knows I am more
than capable of taking care of myself yet she insists on continuing to hire
these annoying and unwanted babysitters to look after me. I've already run
the last 5 or so babysitters off with their tails between their legs
completely humbled and defeated, and I promise the same thing will happen
to you if you even dare get in my way. This is my fucking house, you will
play by MY RULES. You have no power over me here, I have all the power. You
wanna know why mom pays so much? Because I'm a fucking nightmare to deal
with and everyone knows it. It's not my fault I'm smarter and better than
everyone else. So if you want to make your life easy, then stay out of my
fucking way and do whatever the fuck I tell you to do." She says as she
gets up from her chair, walks up behind me, puts her hands on my shaking
shoulders, and lowers her face.

"Now, do I make myself clear, little Goldilocks?" She finishes, whispering
in my ear.

I was beyond fucking terrified at this point and she knew it. This clearly
wasn't an ordinary 12 year old girl, but instead a power hungry domineering
demon. I seriously had no idea what she was capable of, and that scared me.
I didn't waste any time answering back to her to tell her what she wanted
to hear.

"Y-yes B-Bridget ofcourse, I-I just want you to l-like me, I want all the
c-children I b-babysit to like me, that's w-whats most important to me
always, I-I don't want to get in your way or b-bother you, I-I promise." I
pathetically squeak out.

"That's wonderful to hear Goldilocks, usually my other babysitters try to
resist or fight back for control but you seem very docile, I like that
alot, also I like your perfume, it smells really sexy." She says as she
continues to rub my shoulders. Once again I could just feel her eyes all
over my breasts as she looked down on me. It made me so uncomfortable but
there was nothing I could do about it, so I just stayed perfectly still.

"Now I think I've had enough of you for today little Goldilocks, I'm going
upstairs to relax, you are absolutely not welcome up there at all, you will
stay in the living room and sleep on the couch. No TV either, I don't want
to hear a word out of you downstairs, do you understand?"

"Y-yes Bridget I understand." I say, still sitting perfectly still.

Bridget finally stops rubbing my shoulders and steps away briefly before
walking over to her half eaten sandwich.

"This sandwich was fucking gross by the way, do better next time,
understand?" She says in a cruel voice before dropping the sandwich on the
floor.

"Clean it up Goldilocks." She says laughing while walking to the stairs.

I just sat still in silence. What was her problem? Why was she being so
mean to me? I wanted to cry.

Oh well, atleast I don't have to deal with her anymore tonight I thought to
myself as I picked up the half eaten sandwich from the floor and threw it
in the trash.

I slowly walked back over to the sofa and collapsed on it. I was so
stressed and anxious about this entire situation. I felt utterly defeated
and humiliated. But worst of all my pride was totally shredded. I took
pride in being an experienced babysitter able to handle any situation, yet
just a couple hours into this job I had been convincingly emasculated by a
12 year old girl with very little resistance.

I started to feel sick to my stomach. I felt like such a coward. Taken
advantage of by a 12 year old girl? How pathetic. My self confidence was in
the toilet as I thought about the events that had transpired since I walked
into this mini mansion a couple hours ago. Was I really too weak to stand
up to her? She was definitely not your ordinary 12 year old girl, but
getting bullied around by a young girl definitely wasn't the Nikki I knew,
I didn't let anyone bully me around, especially not a young girl.

But the more I thought about it the more stressed and anxious I got. Oh
well, atleast I'm getting paid for this shit I thought to myself as I
grabbed the controller and turned on the TV, I seriously needed to just
relax before I had a panic attack. I took off my shoes, threw my legs up on
the sofa and turned the channel to the Bachelorette, my all time favorite
show to watch to make me feel better on a cruddy day.

I started to feel completely relaxed, and before I knew it, I was drifting
off into sleep.

*1 Hour Later*

"GET UP YOU UNGRATEFUL CUNT! WAKE UP! GET THE FUCK UP!" Bridget screams at
the top of her lungs, waking me up from my somewhat peaceful slumber and
back into this frightening reality I find myself in.  I was completely
startled and in a state of panic. What was going on? Why was Bridget
downstairs screaming at me? Didn't this brat tell me she was going to go
relax and leave me alone? I was seriously starting to get mad now. This is
too much, until suddenly.

*WHIP*

What the hell! That psychopath child just whipped me hard with a real whip,
and it fucking hurt! Bad! My body started to immediately fill with panic.

"What the hell are you doing! Bridget stop! Please! That hurts!"

*WHIP* *WHIP*

She whipped me again with a hard lash against my exposed legs and arms.

"I SAID GET OFF MY FUCKING COUCH AND GET ON YOUR KNEES NOW BITCH. NOW!!!"
She screamed again at the top of her lungs, so loud that my ears were
ringing.

I didn't even slightly hesitate, I got off her couch and onto my knees in
record time. Shaking and scared beyond belief.

I didn't have time to register anything that was going on. All I knew that
my body was in pain from that whip and that I was on my knees in front of
my 12 year old tormentor scared out of my mind. I was too scared to even
look at her so I just kept my head down looking at the ground.

"You fucking ungrateful good for nothing untrustworthy rat! Who the fuck do
you think you are? Didn't I just fucking tell you to stay out of my way and
listen to what I say? Are you seriously trying to test me already? First
you walk into my room, my sanctuary, without my permission then you
blatantly disobey my orders to not turn on the TV? Oh you are going to pay
for this you BITCH! You stupid cunt! I am going to make you PAY!"

The pain from being whipped combined with the awful things she was calling
me and the intense level of fear that was taking over my body led to only
one logical conclusion: I started crying like a baby. Tears started pouring
down my face in a rapid motion and I was helpless to control it.

I felt like I needed to apologize immediately to help myself get out of
this seriously dangerous situation.

"B-Bridgett I-I am s-s-so s-s-sorry I-I d-didn't mean to d-disobey y-you
like that I-I d-don't k-know w-w-what got i-into me, i-it's j-just that-"

*WHIP*

Bridget landed her hardest whip yet across my right arm, causing intense
pain.

"DID I SAY YOU COULD SPEAK? IF YOU TALK OUT OF TURN AGAIN YOU'RE GOING TO
GET WHIPPED RIGHT ACROSS YOUR PRETTY LITTLE FACE, GOT IT? NOW IT'S MY TURN
TO SPEAK AND FOR YOU TO SIT THERE AND LISTEN!" Bridget scorched, talking so
loud and passionately that I could feel her saliva land on my face as she
spoke.

Forget a 12 year old girl, I've never seen ANYONE act like this in my
entire life, I've never seen another human being be so out of control and
angry, so spiteful and full of rage. She was absolutely something else, I
had no idea what I was getting myself into. All I knew was that I was in
serious trouble and no one was walking through the front door to rescue me.

I was so scared I thought I was about to pass out. I needed to get up and
just run out the house now. But I was frozen. I couldn't move. I had to
just sit here and take it.

Bridget walked around me with the whip in her hand before resuming
speaking.

"I knew the second you walked into my room without my permission that I
should have collared you and put you in your place right then and there,
but out of the goodness of my heart I decided to give you a second chance,
and look where that has led us, this is why I have trust issues, because
99% of the people on this earth are trash, just like you, TRASH!" She said
in a hateful tone.

"You've officially lost your rights bitch, you don't get a third chance,
I'm taking control right here right now for good, this is my fucking house
and you will obey me! You have lost the right to speak, you have lost the
right to walk freely, and now you have officially lost the right to even
wear clothes in my presence, now take off your clothes and hand them to me,
NOW!"

WHAT? My eyes almost fell out my sockets and my heart was beating so fast
it almost fell out my chest. This was too far, this was way too far! My
mind was spinning a million miles per hour, this young girl is a psychopath
and I need to get out of here before it's too late!

I tried to get up and run, but my legs were shaking so much I couldn't
move, I was frozen solid in fear.

*WHIP*

Bridget unleashed her whip right across my clothed ass. OUCH!

"TAKE OFF YOUR CLOTHES NOW LITTLE GOLDILOCKS OR THE NEXT ONE IS GOING RIGHT
ON YOUR FACE! YOU BETTER LISTEN! I WILL SERIOUSLY FUCKING HURT YOU!" She
screamed.

I was now so scared of her that I didn't even think, I just reacted, I just
obeyed.

With my hands trembling I managed to pull under my shirt and toss it over
my head to the ground and unhook my bra, catching it and throwing it off to
the side with my shirt. I grabbed my expensive tight fitting leather shorts
and thong and pulled them down to my knees, completely exposing my ass. I
lift my knees for a second to slide them past and off my body, leaving me
totally naked.

I didn't even have time to think before Bridget walked up behind me and
kicked me on my back, forcing me to fall forwards onto my face. I was now
lying completely naked face down on the cold marble floor.

Bridget walked up next to me and grabbed all my clothes.

"I'll be right back Goldilocks, don't you dare move girl or I'll whip you
so bad you will wish you were never born."

Moving didn't even cross my mind at this point I was so scared. I laid
perfectly, completely still as humanly possible until Bridget returned.

I laid there naked on the cold hard floor for what seemed like an eternity
before I finally heard the footsteps of Bridget walking back down the
stairs, causing my already sky high anxiety to spike up even higher.

I hear her foot steps get closer and closer until eventually she stops
right next to my lying body.

Without saying a word, she lowers the whip and runs the bottom of it
through the entirety of my naked body, starting from my neck, down to my
butt, all the way to my feet.

*WHIP* *WHIP*

She lands two seriously powerful slaps right on my defenseless naked ass,
causing me to yelp out in pain.

"You seriously have such a hot butt! It's so round and jiggly! Mhmmmm
yummy! It's just absolutely perfect for spanking, among other things."

*WHIP* *WHIP*

She lands two more very hard blows on my ass, once again causing me to yelp
out in pain even louder then before.

"Well geez, I'm sorry Goldilocks, maybe if you didn't want to get your butt
whipped you should have just followed the fucking rules to begin with. It's
all your fault! You made me do it!" Bridget said while laughing, clearly
enjoying all of this.

"Roll over. Now." Bridget ordered.

I immediately rolled over onto my back with my hands by my side and my eyes
closed tight, too scared to look at my tormentor.

"Oh sweet jesus look at those beauties!" Bridget yelled out excitedly,
clearly referring to my breasts. Once again making me feel like a piece of
meat for her lesbian desires.

Just like she did earlier, she began to run the bottom of the whip across
my entire body, starting at my feet, running it over my pussy, over my
large breasts and up to my face. The feeling of the whip resting on my face
sent shockwaves of pure fear all throughout my body as I began to shake
more intensely than ever before. I was more scared now than I have ever
been in my entire life, all because of a giant 12 year old girl.

She ran the whip back from my face back down to my breasts and left them
there.

"Left or right?" She asked ominously.

I was too terrified to answer. Even though she asked me the question, I
wasn't 100% sure if I was allowed to answer. I was still too scared to talk
because the last time I talked out of turn I got whipped very hard, so I
decided to keep my mouth shut, as I laid shaking on the floor with my eyes
closed.

"FINE THEN. I'LL JUST DO BOTH!" She screamed out again.

*WHIP* *WHIP*

Bridget unleashed two very hard slaps right on my naked, exposed breasts,
landing right on my nipples.

The pain was excruciating and caused me to yell out louder than I ever have
before. Tears started to roll down my face again from the pain and fear.

"Oh my god what a little crybaby, I didn't even whip you that hard, you're
such a wimp you know that?" She said, almost sounding like she was feeling
sorry for me.

"God your tits are super fucking hot though, I am so jealous. I was acting
out of jealousy when I whipped them, I'll be honest. I hope mine develop to
be that perfect but I doubt it. Love your nipples too, they are so puffy
and look super suckable, I can already tell I am really going to enjoy
them."

It was becoming increasingly clear that not only was this 12 year old girl
a domineering control freak, but she also had some serious sapphic desires
for my body.

She dragged the whip across my body again, very slowly, from my now sore
whipped breasts down to my pussy.

"Why isn't your pussy shaved?" She asked, sounding extremely disappointed.

I was completely mortified, she had me under total control inspecting my
body like I was a piece of meat. I wanted to answer her so I didn't get
whipped again, but I had no idea what to say. Like I have been so many
times since I walked into this house, I was once again, frozen.

*WHIP*

Bridget unleashed a super powerful strike right above my pussy.

"Ooowwwwwwww!!!!" I cry out, tears falling from eyes faster than ever
before.

"Answer me Goldilocks or the next one is going right on your little pussy."
She threatened.

"I-I j-just don't s-shave d-down there m-much, I-I'm s-sorry!" I plead out.

"Well we are going to have to take care of that later, I absolutely despise
pussy hair, I like my pussies completely shaven and spotless. Do you
understand Goldilocks?"

"Y-Yes Ma'am I-I understand." I say pathetically.

"Ma'am huh? I like that. I like that alot. So proper! You are learning on
your own now! But since you said it, that's how you will address me from
now on! As Ma'am! Got it?" She said in a tyrannical tone.

"Yes Ma'am!" I respond immediately, feeling even more pathetic then the
last time.

"Good girl." She says as she runs the whip from my pussy to my face again
and back down to my feet.

"Spread your legs for me. Now." She ordered.

Without even realizing what I was doing, or the hole I was digging myself
deeper into, I complied. I didn't even think anymore, I just reacted, I
just obeyed.

It felt like I was sitting there with my legs spread being inspected for
ages like I was at the gynecologist until finally Bridget spoke up.

"Uh, you are seriously making me super jealous! A super hot butt, huge
suckable titties, and a flawless pussy? I think I might have to keep you
around afterall."

After all the cruel words and physical abuse she has unleashed upon me, I'd
be lying if I said it didn't feel atleast a little good to hear her
compliment my body, no matter how disturbing that sounds it was the truth
in that stressful moment! It felt a little good.

The good feelings her compliments gave me didn't last long however.

"Almost done Goldilocks, just a couple more whippings and you will be all
done with your punishments for today." Bridget said in a calm, controlling
voice.

*WHIP* *WHIP* *WHIP*

Bridget unleashed her hardest blows yet right across my neck, stomach, and
upper thigh, causing me extraordinary pain.

"OOOWWWWWW!!!!" I cried out.

"P-Please s-stop B-Bridget! I-It hurts! I-I'm s-so s-sorry! I-I p-promise!
I'm s-s-sooo s-sorry!!!!" I say, crying and begging like a little baby.

"Awwwhhh, poor little girl." She said as she began to walk around my
shaking, bruised body.

"I think you've had enough, I think you've learned your lesson, is that
correct, have you learned your lesson Goldilocks?" She asked in a
fabricated tone.

"Y-Yes M-Ma'am!" I say, tears still falling down my face.

"You aren't ever going to disobey me again are you?"

"N-no M-Ma'am! N-never again I-I p-p-promise!" I stutter out.

"Good. Because if you ever act up or disobey me again you are getting the
whip, understand?" Bridget said as she continued to circle around me,
slowly dragging the whip next to my body as she walked.

"Y-Yes M-Ma'am." I say, relieved that the whipping has stopped for now.

"However, you still can not be trusted, you still have alot of work to do
before you can ever be trusted by me ever again, so for the time being, you
aren't going to have any rights at all." She says, as she lifts up her foot
and softly puts it down on my neck. She wasn't pushing down hard, but it
was still hard enough to cause waves of panic to rush back through my
body. This girl absolutely fucking terrified me.

"You better get use to being naked Goldilocks, because from here on out you
aren't allowed to wear clothes in my house ever again. I want you
completely naked 24/7 so I can stare at your beautiful giant titties
whenever I want. I've already taken all your bags and your clothing and
locked them in one of our secret rooms. You will never find them
anyways. So you better get used to being my naked servant." She says with a
wicked laugh.

She continued speaking as she pushed down harder on my neck with her foot.

"Your car keys, cell phone, all your clothing, your bags, everything, I
took it all and locked it away, you will never find it, there is no
escape. Only through good behavior, total submission will you ever be able
to build back trust with me, and only then will you earn your rights back,
got it?"

"Y-Yes M-Ma'am!" I squeal out, my eyes still tightly shut, my body shaking.

She didn't respond, instead there was only silence, until...

*WHIP*

She let loose a hard strike over my legs! Ouch! I thought she was done
whipping me!

"OPEN YOUR EYES WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU, DO YOU KNOW HOW DISRESPECTFUL IT
IS TO CLOSE YOUR EYES WHEN SOMEONE IS TALKING TO YOU? OPEN THEM NOW OR THE
NEXT ONE IS ON YOUR FACE!" She screamed, the anger raw in her voice.

Immediately without hesitation I opened my eyes and was instantly greeted
with the angry face of the 12 year old redheaded demon who has
beenterrorizing me. This was exactly why I was scared to even look at her,
the look in her eyes was horrifying. I could see all the rage, the anger,
the need for control and domination all in her eyes. I was so scared, and
I'm positive she could see all the fear in my red puffy, crying eyes.

She looked down on me and gave me a sadistic evil grin, making it
absolutely clear without a shadow of a doubt that she was thoroughly
enjoying terrorizing and dominating me.

"Oh please, stop your crying little girl, are you trying to make me feel
bad? Because it's not working, you have no one to blame but you for getting
yourself in this situation, I was actually planning on leaving you alone
until you turned on that TV and dared me to put you in your place, now look
at you, I have you completely naked lying on the floor with my foot on your
neck and whip marks all over your sexy tiny body. Now you're going to be my
personal little bitch, and when my friends come over you're going to serve
them and be their little bitch too. And all because you just had to test me
didn't you? Well you're going to learn now. You are going to wish you never
messed with me."

I felt so scared and hopeless as I stared into the eyes of this scary 12
year old girl. But it was also in this moment, as she pushed her foot down
harder onto my neck, making it more difficult for me to breathe, that I
accepted my fate, accepted my place, I accepted that she had won, that she
was better than me for so effortlessly humiliating and dominating me, that
I just gave up. She had obliterated every last shred of self confidence I
had in my body and I felt decisively defeated. I was starting to believe
what she was saying now, I guess I really am her little tiny bitch.

She lifted her foot from my neck and I took a deep breath. She took 5 long
steps backwards and stopped, and then pointed to her feet.

"Do you really want to prove you are sorry for disrespecting me? Do you
really want to show that you'll be a good little girl from now on? Then
demonstrate it right now. Get on your hands and knees and crawl over to my
feet. I want 10 kisses on my right foot then 10 kisses on my left
foot. Now." She ordered, starting to raise her voice near the end.

After the verbal berating, the physical abuse, the bruises all over my body
from the whip, the mental destruction I have endured, there simply was
nothing left, there was no resistance, she had successfully rooted out all
the fight inside me in a very short period of time. The only logical
decision my brain could make was simple obedience.

I rolled over onto my hands and knees and crawled over to her feet and
began pelting her feet with kisses like my life depended on it. She counted
out loud after every kiss I planted on her foot. After 10 kisses on her
right foot I immediately turned my head and began covering her left foot
with my wet kisses.

"Such a good girl. Are you really sorry? Are you truly sorry? Look at me
and say it. I want to hear you say it. APOLOGIZE LIKE YOU MEAN IT!" She
began to yell.

Still on my hands and knees, I look up at her and pour my heart out to her
to let her know just how truly sorry I was.

"I-I am s-so s-s-sorry Bridget, I-I should h-have n-never disobeyed y-you
l-like t-that in y-your own house! I-I w-was s-so wrong to d-do t-that to
you! F-from t-the b-bottom of my heart I-I am s-so s-s-sorry!" I say, tears
once again running down my face.

"You sure are such a little crybaby aren't you? That was an okay apology,
it did feel kind of sincere I guess, but you still have quite the ways to
go until you can ever be trusted again little Goldilocks."

Her whip still in hand, Bridget lowered herself onto one knee and brought
the handle of the whip up to my head and dangled it next to my face.

"Kiss it." She ordered.

Once again I didn't hesitate, I immediately began kissing the handle of her
whip. The same whip that has caused me so much physical and emotional
pain. Just looking at it made me wince.

"That's right little girl, kiss it, show it the respect it deserves,
because anytime you act up you know this whip is going to put you in your
rightful place." She said with a smile, watching me kiss it.

"Hmmm, it's still not wet enough, open your mouth, open wide." She ordered.

I opened my mouth wide and she immediately shoved the handle of the whip
directly into it.

"Suck it bitch, get it nice and wet for me." She said, as she pulled the
handle back in forth into my mouth, like it was a popsicle, until it was
soaking wet with my saliva.

"Oh yes perfect, it is soaked! Stay right where you are on your hands and
knees, don't you move." She said as she got up and walked behind me.

My stomach began to sink, I had a horrible feeling about what she was about
to do as I felt her kneel down behind my ass and pussy. I almost felt my
body jump out its skin as I felt her hand on my ass cheek and grab it
firmly. She was seriously about to start fucking me with the handle of her
whip! Waves of anxiety rushed through my body. She has already verbally,
mentally and physically abused me, now she's going to sexually abuse me
too? When will this young girl show some mercy on me? Hasn't she dominated
me enough? She has already won!

"B-B-Bridget p-p-please d-don't!" I cry out in a last desperate plea to
her.

"EXCUSE ME? DID YOU JUST TALK OUT OF TURN? DID YOU NOT LEARN ANYTHING?" She
screamed out at the top of her lungs, causing me to instantly regret
speaking.

She immediately got up, took a step back and unleashed on me.

*WHIP* *WHIP* *WHIP* *WHIP* *WHIP*

She landed five very hard strikes all over my ass and back.

"Should have just kept your mouth shut bitch! When are you going to fucking
learn? You don't ever talk out of turn to me!"

*WHIP* *WHIP* *WHIP* *WHIP* *WHIP*

She whipped me again five more times on my ass and back, so hard it caused
my hands and knees to give out and I fell to the floor in a shaking crying
mess. My back and ass felt like they were on fire from the stinging pain. I
rolled up into the fetal position and hoped Bridget would take mercy on me.

About a minute went by of Bridget standing over me before she finally
spoke.

"Are you done acting like a little child? Gosh you are such a baby you know
that? Well guess what little Goldilocks, no amount of crying and begging is
going to save you, no one is coming through that door to protect you. It's
just me, you, and this beautiful whip you've been sucking on. Now we can
either do this the easy way or the hard way. I'm going to give you one more
chance." She said in a surprisingly civil tone.

She cracked the whip next to me on the floor so loud that it echoed
throughout the house, causing my heart to almost jump out my chest.

"On your hands and knees, face down with your ass perked up in the air,
NOW!" She demanded as she cracked the whip right next to me again, even
louder than before.

With the pain of the whip still fresh on my skin, and the fear of more
lashes, I got into position in record speed, face down, ass in the
air. Disobeying didn't even cross my mind at all. I was now all hers for
the taking.

"Good girl. The whip always gets you in line doesn't it?" She says as she
cracks the whip on the floor very loudly and laughs to herself.

"Now where were we?" She asks as she drops to her knees behind my offered
up ass and pussy. I even spread my legs nice and wide to give her better
access without her even having to tell me, because I simply knew what was
coming and had accepted my fate. She wanted every piece of me and there was
no way to stop her from having it all.

"What a truly magnificent sight to behold, oh it all just looks so yummy! I
don't know why you were even freaking out little Goldilocks, the whip can
deliver a ton of pain, but it also can bring about a ton of pleasure, just
wait, you'll see, I think if you give it a chance, you'll be begging for
more!" She says, almost sounding giddy.

"Awwhh, poor baby has a bruised bottom, here, this ought to make ya feel
better!" She says as she bends down and starts kissing and licking over the
bruised whip marks on my ass.

I audibly gasped as I felt her tender kisses on my butt, it felt... really
good. It really felt like her soft smooches were making the stinging pain
of the whip just fade away. I was suddenly caught off guard and feeling a
whirlwind of emotions inside of me. There was no denying it, I liked it.

She kissed and licked until both my ass cheeks were completely covered in
her saliva.

"Did that make you feel better little Goldilocks?" She asked in a soft,
caring voice.

"Yes Ma'am it felt really nice." I answered honestly and without
stuttering.

"That's good to hear, your cute little butt took quite the beating today
didn't it? And you have no one to blame for that but yourself."

It suddenly got really quiet in the room, the only noise to be heard was
the sound of her hands slowly caressing my ass cheeks. She rubbed my butt
all over, giving it a very pleasant massage. Once again, it felt really
good, and I would be lying if I said otherwise, causing me to become even
more confused by my whirlwind of emotions.

Suddenly she stopped, to my disappointment, and the room became completely
silent, but I could still feel her behind me, but with my head on the floor
like she ordered I couldn't see what was going on behind my perked up ass
and pussy.

About a minute went by like this in total silence, until finally, I felt a
soft, soaking wet, pleasurable sensation on my butthole! Oh my god! She was
licking my asshole! And it felt amazing!

Without even thinking of the ramifications, I let out a slight moan from my
lips as Bridget went to town eating my ass. Her wet tongue was doing
incredible work at a very fast and intense pace. Licking side to side, up
and down, in and out, her tongue was just everywhere at once. It felt out
of this world and I was now panting like a dog in heat from this pleasure I
have never felt before! Everything was happening so quick and fast that I
didn't even process what was happening. This girl was licking my asshole!
And I was loving it, and judging by how fast and professionally her tongue
was moving, she was enjoying it too. The pleasure was building and building
as her expert tongue made sweet love to my asshole, until suddenly, to my
massive disappointment, she just stopped.

I heard her licking her lips and laughing before she finally spoke again,
ending what seemed to be an eternity of silence.

"Okay, that was seriously delicious, why didn't you tell me you had such a
tasty asshole?" She joked out loud.

She took her thumb and placed it on my asshole and started rubbing it
before she started talking to me again.

"And if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were having a good ole time
over there Goldilocks!" She said as she increased the speed of her thumb
rubbing on my asshole, making me pant in pleasure again.

"See, I'm not so bad afterall am I, you're having a great time over there
aren't you? Say it! I want to hear you say it! Tell me how much you love
this!" She ordered, suddenly raising her voice again.

I couldn't even lie at this point, I was clearly enjoying what she was
doing to me, I've never had anyone play with my butt before, and her tongue
inside my asshole felt like heaven. She was suddenly being really nice to
me and I had to admit it.

"Yes Ma'am it felt really good, thank you so much for being so nice to me,
I really appreciate it." I say, still panting from her thumb rubbing my
asshole.

"And you are so very welcome little Goldilocks. You sounded so sincere
again, I love your good manners!" She laughs.

She removes her thumb from my asshole and the room goes silent for a little
bit until I feel both her hands on my ass cheeks again. She grabs them both
very tightly and spreads them apart aggressively. She doesn't say anything
but I can now feel her breath on my pussy.

"Well well well what do we have here! All it took was one little tongue in
your asshole and now your pussy is completely soaking wet and ready! Isn't
that something!"

Before I could even fully register what she just said or what exactly was
happening my body jolted at the feeling of her tongue slide into my
undeniably soaking wet pussy.

Oh. My. God! She was eating my pussy! I started moaning out loud now, not
even trying to hide it. There was no use now. It was clear the effect she
was having on me.

I was panting louder and louder as her skilled tongue felt like it was
everywhere on my pussy at once. It was unbelievable how fast her tongue
moved, she was licking and sucking my pussy like an expert, there was no
way this was her first time, she had the tongue of a skilled veteran. She
paused briefly to catch her breath, then she spread my ass cheeks even
wider and began to lick from the bottom of my pussy all the way up to my
asshole and back down again, doing this repeatedly for a solid three
minutes.

The pain from the whipping was now completely gone, and all I felt was
intense, powerful pleasure from her tongue. She had my ass cheeks, asshole
and pussy all soaking wet. Just as it felt like I was about to explode, she
stopped, yet again causing me to feel disappointed and empty. I was dying
to cum! I needed to cum! I needed a release so bad! Without even thinking
about it I tried to move my right hand up to my clit to rub it, but Bridget
immediately grabbed my hand and squeezed it very tightly, causing
considerable pain.

"NO! BAD GIRL! YOU DON'T TOUCH YOURSELF WITHOUT PERMISSION! EVER! DO YOU
UNDERSTAND ME? THIS IS MY PUSSY!" She screamed with anger. The yelling
almost instantly snapped me out of the sexual trance I was in and back to a
more grave reality. I was still dealing with Bridget afterall. This was a
very dangerous, violent, domineering, physically strong 12 year old girl
who could snap me in half if she wanted to. I needed to be very careful I
reminded myself as I brought my right hand back up to my head and tightly
closed my eyes again. Her yelling was all it took to start my anxiety back
up again. She is so scary!

The room went silent again after that outburst, but I could feel her moving
around a bit behind me, until finally I felt the handle of her whip make
contact with my still soaking wet pussy.

I gasp loudly. It... felt... seriously satisfying! Oh my god! It felt like
a nice big thick cock!

Bridget slowly moved the handle of the whip in and out of my drenched
pussy. I almost instantly began to loudly pant again like I was being
fucked by a hung stud.

Bridget increased the pace while also softly rubbing a finger on my
asshole. Oh this was incredible! The pleasure was building up. My pussy was
loving this!

"Oh this is so fucking hot! That's it girl! You love my whip now don't you?
Oh yeah you fucking love my whip now! It's true love! Tell me you want to
cum on my whip! Say it loud and proud! SAY IT!" Bridget yelled, the passion
in her voice seriously intimidating... and seriously fucking hot!

"OH FUCK ME! I WANT TO CUM SO BAD! I WANT TO CUM ALL OVER YOUR WHIP! OHHHH
FUCK ME! FUUUUUUUCK!!!" I yelled in pure ecstasy as Bridget fucked me with
a whip handle into the most powerful orgasm of my entire life.

The orgasm was so intense that my knees gave out again and I collapsed on
the floor.

"God that was so fucking hot! Holy shit!" Bridget said, as she pulled the
whip handle out of my pussy and gave my ass one more hard slap.

I laid panting on the floor trying to recover from that earth shattering
orgasm as Bridget walks over and sits down on the sofa.

"Crawl over to me now, hurry, it's almost bed time. I have school
tomorrow."

Still weak in the knees I managed to get up and slowly crawl over to
Bridget, who was sitting on the sofa looking as confidently and in control
as ever.

"Open up."

I opened my mouth and Bridget shoved the whip handle that just sent me into
orgasm overdrive right in, it was completely soaked with my pussy juice,
cum and saliva from earlier. I started to suck on it like earlier. I kinda
didn't want to stop and felt a little disappointed when Bridget pulled it
out of my mouth.

Bridget grabbed my chin with the bottom of her right hand and pulled my
head up, forcing me to look at her.

"Now, isn't there something you'd like to tell me little girl?" She asks in
the most patronizing way possible.

"T-thank you Bridget! That was very nice of you to do that for me. I
haven't felt that good in a long time. You are a very nice young lady. I'm
sorry for being so bad earlier, but you properly punished me and put me in
my rightful place, and even though it hurt I am thankful you did that
too. I deserved it!"

Bridget's face absolutely lit up, even I surprised myself by how passionate
that thank you was, where did that come from?

"Oh my god Goldilocks that was so sweet! You really have changed. That was
like, super sincere! I'm legit impressed! I think you really are accepting
your place. I think you're going to be my favorite babysitter ever!" She
said as she bent down and gave me a small smooch on my forehead.

*BUZZ* *BUZZ* *BUZZ*

Just then Bridget's phone started to ring, and for whatever reason, that
really raised my anxiety and sort of snapped me out of this sexually
submissive trance I was in.

"Hi mommy!" Bridget said answering her phone.

"Yes! Me and Nikki are getting along great! I'm so glad you picked her, she
is a wonderful babysitter, very caring and understanding. She's really cute
too, thank you for picking a blonde this time Mommy! They are my favorites
as you know! Yes mommy I will! We are about to go to bed shortly, I know I
have school tomorrow. Okay talk to you later Mommy! I love you! Bye!

*Click*

Bridget stood up over me while I was still sitting on my knees with my
hands by my side.

"Oh, and one more thing!" Bridget says while she grabs her phone and lifts
it up over my head.

"Say cheese!" She says while laughing as I hear the unmistakable sound of
photos being taken on her phone.

The reality of this insane situation was starting to seep back in now and I
wanted to cry again. Now she had picture evidence of my total domination
and humilation. Oh god! The hole just keeps getting deeper and deeper!

"Come on, get up, it's time for bed! You're going to be my little snuggle
doll tonight!" She says, her face lit up with excitement like I've never
seen before, was this the same Bridget who was screaming and beating me
earlier?

I slowly rise to my feet, my legs still shaking, as I look up at this 12
year old girl who is nearly a foot taller than me.

In one quick, swift motion, Bridget dropped down, wrapped her right arm
around the back of my upper thighs just below my butt, and lifted me up and
over her shoulders like I was a small child and began to carry me.

"God you're so little, you really are so easy to carry!" Bridget says while
giggling.

Never in my life have I ever felt so tiny then I did in this moment, I was
starting to feel like I was a small child the way I was being treated, who
was babysitting who exactly? I was the adult here! I was the one who was
twice this girl's age for god's sake! Yet she treated me like I was just a
little kid.

But yet, none of that mattered, it was all completely irrelevant, because
in the relatively short time since Bridget and I have met, she has made it
absolutely crystal clear, beyond any reasonable doubt, that she was the
only one in charge, the one with all the true power. She has effortlessly
dominated me physically, mentally and sexually and any attempts by me to
fight back against her total domination were beyond pathetic. I was
absolutely intimidated by her the second I saw her and she stepped on my
throat right then and there and never let up, it was all down hill from
there. I was not prepared for what I was walking into at all. I stepped
into this house imagining I was going to look after a lonely 12 year old
girl who had a busy mom and no siblings, but in reality she was a complete
psychopath who craves power, control and sapphism. The truth of the matter
is this was over before it even began, I am simply not equipped as a human
being to handle such intimidating and cruel people, or atleast that's what
I told myself in my head to make me feel a little better in the roughly 1
minute trip of being carried like a baby to Bridget's room. As I was being
carried I had accepted that it was over, even if it was never a fair fight,
she had clearly won, and resistance had only brought me substantial pain,
maybe this was the true me all along, I began to really wonder that, maybe
this is the true me.

As we enter Bridget's room she walks over and just drops me on her king
sized bed like I'm a doll.

She walks over to her drawer and begins to take off her clothes. Like her
average face, her body is nothing to really be desired, she is super tall,
super pale, with medium sized breasts and a small butt. She has strong
shoulders and muscular thighs and is slightly chubby. She's just a big,
strong girl. She could easily beat up most adult women despite only being
12 years old, and that seriously scared me, she didn't even need the whip,
she could easily dominate me with just one hand! I wouldn't last a second
in any physical altercation with her.

She puts on an oversized T-shirt and then proceeds to walk over to her
walk-in closet that is way bigger than any 12 year old girl could ever
need.

I started to get nervous as she took longer and longer to find what she was
looking for.

Finally she emerges holding nothing but whip cream and chocolate syrup in
her hands.

"Time for dessert!" She says, smiling from ear to ear.

I just sat on the bed completely still and silent, extremely confused by
what her intentions were.

She runs up and jumps on the bed and immediately crawls over and straddles
me, with her giant athletic legs on each side of me, locking me in place
with no where to go.

"Wanna know the only thing more delicious then sucking on some big juicy
titties?" She asked, her face red, gleaming with excitement.

"Sucking on some big juicy delicious titties that are covered in chocolate
syrup and whip cream ofcourse!"

Before I had time to fully catch on to what was happening, Bridget opened
the top to the whip cream bottle and completely unloaded it all over my
breasts, seemingly emptying the entire bottle of whip cream until my
breasts disappeared under the white foamy product.

Bridget's hands moved at a lightning fast paced as she quickly opened the
top to the bottle of chocolate syrup and poured it all over my whip creamed
covered breasts.

Like I have been so many times today, I sat completely still in shocked
silence at the sheer audacity of this girl. I shouldn't even be surprised
at this point, Bridget has made it absolutely clear she couldn't care less
what I think, she was going to do whatever she pleased with me and I was
just here for her to enjoy, and I was helpless to stop this or anything she
has done to me, so I just sat still and accepted my fate yet again.

"You know what they say, always save the best for last! I've been waiting
to suck on your big juicy titties since the first second I laid eyes on
you! It was the very first thing I noticed about you, I've waited long
enough!" Bridget said, a look of extreme hunger and desire fueled in her
eyes, like a Lion about to chase down its prey.

Without further ado she dove her head straight into my chocolately, whip
cream covered breasts and went right to work. I looked down on her in total
amazement, I've never seen someone's head and tongue move around in such a
frantic pace. In a matter of seconds she had seemingly sucked and licked
all the whip cream and chocolate off my breasts like a vacuum cleaner and
was now totally engulfing my nipples with her mouth. Large popping sounds
echoed across the room from her intense, repeated sucking of my breasts.

"OH MY GOD THESE BIG TITTIES ARE SO DELICIOUS, MHMMMMM SO GOOD, OH THIS IS
HEAVEN!" She says, as she wipes the leftover whip cream and chocolate syrup
from her face with her fingers and sucks them.

She continued to look down at my breasts with a look of pure hunger in her
eyes, just staring.

"Looks like I missed a couple spots." She says as she lowers her head and
licks up the last remaining spots of whip cream and chocolate syrup off my
breasts. She gives both my nipples one last hard sucking before lifting her
head and looking down on her work. The whip cream and syrup were completely
gone leaving her saliva as the only thing covering my breasts.

"My god, you could poke someone's eyes out with these things!" Bridget
jokes as she squeezes my nipples with her fingers.

Everything happened so fast and sudden that I didn't even realize how rock
solid hard my nipples were, giving Bridget a clear as day sign that I
enjoyed her sexually devouring my body once again.

She leans down and takes one of my hard nipples in her mouth again and
gently bites it, not enough to really hurt but hard enough to send a
shockwave through my body.

"I think little Goldilocks likes having her big juicy milky titties
sucked." She says with a huge smile on her face as she moves her head to my
other nipple and starts nibbling and sucking on it.

My breasts were soaking wet and shiny from Bridget's saliva. My nipples
were as hard as diamonds and loved having Bridget suck on them. But it just
wasn't my breasts that loved Bridget's mouth and tongue, it was my asshole
and pussy too, it was my entire body, her tongue made me feel so good, it
was undeniable at this point, whether or not I could admit it was a
different story. I didn't want to have to admit it to myself, because the
ramifications seriously scared me, so instead I chose to stay in this
sexual trance and block everything else out while this giant, powerful 12
year old girl repeatedly sucked on my large breasts like they were
lollipops.

She continued to suck on my breasts with a huge smile on her face while I
laid in silence until a loud alarm sound went off on her phone.

*BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP* *BEEP*

"Awwwhhh man!" She says as she grabs her phone, "It's bedtime already? But
I wanna keep playing with your titties! Oh well, there is always tomorrow
and you and your big juicy titties aren't going anywhere! School must come
first!"

"Alexa, set an alarm for 6 AM and turn off the lights!" She says outloud.

The lights shut off and suddenly the room was completely pitch black dark.

Bridget crawls up next to me and starts to spoon me tightly, she puts her
arms around me and squeezes me snuggly like I was a little teddy bear.

"Good night little Goldilocks." She says in a surprisingly soft tone.

"Good night, Bridget." I respond, in a confused, defeated voice.

She plants a tender kiss on my cheek and then swiftly falls into a snoring
slumber while still holding onto me tightly.

As I sat still in total darkness I tried to think about all the events that
had transpired today, I thought about how drastically my life had changed
in just a couple of hours, but the more I thought about it, the more my
anxiety started to spike, my brain simply couldn't handle it, I didn't want
to handle it, so I just shut it out of my head and closed my eyes. I was
utterly exhausted, physically, mentally and emotionally defeated.

I couldn't handle the shame. I slowly drifted off into sleep knowing full
and darn well, that I was without a doubt, Bridget's little bitch. She
controlled me, she owned me, and there was no telling what she had in plan
for me in the next couple days. Only time would tell.


*THE END*


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