Unexpected meeting

We went to Sam's house. Sam opened the door and I followed him inside. He quickly ran upstairs to his room. I took off my shoes and was about to go upstairs when I heard a familiar voice that made me freeze right there. "Sam, is that you?" I went ahead to see the owner of the voice and I was faced with Rebecca. She was surprised to see me. We were both frozen, but she quickly controlled herself and walked towards me. "Tommy? What are you doing here?" I was still shocked and didn't say anything. She said again: "Hi, what are you doing here?" Luckily, Sam came back downstairs right then and asked him, "Hey, who are you?" "Oh, I'm my sister's nanny, her regular nanny couldn't come so your mom called me to come in her place." "Oh, okay, this is my friend Tommy, we're upstairs in my room." "That's right, so hello Tommy." "Come on up, why are you standing there?" Sam said this and shook my arm as if to tell me how strange I was being.

From Rebecca's perspective

What a small world. She was the last person I expected to see. I couldn't forget the night before. Part of me felt bad for overdoing it, but part of me loved her. Loved the control I had over Tommy. I mean, she was 19, but I had her completely under control, like a little kid, even more so! Now here she is.

short, it took a while and I started to lose my mind. I wasn't their nanny, I was here for the little girl.

From Tommy's perspective

I didn't know what to do. Sam was happy that they finally had a beautiful young nanny. I didn't know what she was capable of. After a while, Sam said let's go downstairs and get something to eat. I didn't want to go downstairs at all, so I said no, but Sam didn't care and we went to the kitchen and he kept asking me what was wrong with me.

Rebecca was watching TV, probably hearing us from the kitchen, and then she came over a few moments later and asked, “Are you guys okay? Do you want me to get you anything?” Sam replied, “No thanks, we’ll take care of it ourselves.” Rebecca said, “Well, I’ll order pizza for dinner, okay? Do you like pizza, Tom?” She asked me this last one with a smile. I nodded, “Yes.” A few minutes later, there was a clap of thunder and it started to rain heavily. We were watching the rain when Sam’s phone rang. It was his mother, saying that her car had broken down and she had left it at the repair shop, and she asked Sam to come and bring it home.

From Rebecca's perspective: The kids' mother called me to say her car broke down and she was going to be late and that she wanted to call her son Sam to pick her up. I told him it was okay and we said goodbye. Then I thought maybe I could use this opportunity to leave Tommy here alone with me. I knew the car he was leaving at home only had two seats. I just had to plan my trip carefully. I picked up the phone and called Tommy's mother, who was really happy to hear me. I told her Tommy was here and it was raining hard, so Tommy was staying with me and I would drive him home when I finished work. She agreed and the first part of my plan went well. The kids came downstairs and Sam told me he wanted to pick up his mom. I said, "But your car only seats two. If you both go, where does your mom want to sit?" Sam said, “Oh my God, you’re right, Tommy, I’ll drop you off first, then I’ll go, but it’s half an hour’s drive to your house, and it’s a long way…” They were thinking about what to do when I said, “Tommy, your mom called and said that the best way is for you to stay here until the rain stops, and I said I can drop you off on my way.” Tommy’s face fell and he quickly said, “No, there’s no need, I’ll…” He couldn’t finish his sentence, and Sam said, “That’s a great idea, you stay here and play until I go and come back, I’ll be back in two hours. You’re at your own house. Rebecca, you’re getting pizza, right?” I replied, “Of course I will.” Sam said, “Great, so you have fun here,” he said that and quickly left.

From Tommy’s perspective

I was scared. My worst nightmare was coming true. Sam left, leaving me alone with Rebecca. There she was, standing right next to my door. Rebecca came closer and stood in front of me. She was so big that she almost took up my entire vision and I could barely see around her. I was stuck between her and the door. She took a few steps forward and I instinctively took a few steps back until I hit the door. Now I was really stuck and I felt small and helpless in front of her. I could barely reach her chest and she was easily 50 kilos heavier than me. She said to me: "Well, it seems like it's just you and me, right?" I was frozen with fear and I didn't know what to say. Then she bent down and took both of my hands with one hand and put her other hand on my shoulder and said: "Tommy, we can have fun, we don't have to repeat what we did last night, of course, as long as you're a good boy, do you understand what I said?" I nodded slowly, yes. “Well done my good boy, I came here today to babysit your friend’s sister but when I was talking to your mom she asked me to look after you while you were here, so now I’m your babysitter too.” I couldn’t believe my mom did this, she had someone else babysit me at home. “So when I give you an order I expect you to obey, do you understand?” I nodded again slowly. “Okay, now I’m sure you still have your college homework. So bring your bag to the kitchen table so we can get started.” He released my hands but the other one kept his hand on my shoulder and we walked into the kitchen together. Then he took his hand and I sat down and opened my bag and took out my things and started studying. Rebecca watched me like that for a few minutes.

From Rebecca’s perspective

I was watching her and I couldn’t believe that she was 19 years old and a college student. She was studying like a little kid. I went to clean up, and at the same time, the part of me that loved to control Tommy was getting stronger. I knew that if I could make him angry enough to react badly, I could control him again. I sat down on the couch and turned on the TV and turned on the kids channel and put the remote in my pocket and said, “Hey Tommy, why don’t you come take a little break and watch some TV? You’ve been a good listener today and you deserve it.” He came and sat on the farthest corner of the couch from me. He looked at the TV and got annoyed and said, “Where’s the remote?” I said, “I don’t know.” He looked at it for a few minutes and then took out his phone and went to the phone. I slowly walked over and grabbed his phone. He yelled, “Hey, what are you doing…” He ate the rest of his sentence and didn’t say anything. I said, “Tommy, you still have homework, I just gave you a little break. "No phone until your homework is done." I could see the anger in his face now, exploding.

The poor boy was so angry, but he was afraid to let it out. This moment was so exciting to me because I could see the height of his power, control, and fear over this kid.

From Tommy's perspective

He was doing the same thing again. He was giving me orders and controlling me. I was so angry, but I couldn't let it out. Because I knew what was coming next. The anger was getting stronger and I had no way to express it. Suddenly, I don't know what happened, my eyes watered and tears started to flow. I tried to stop it, but I couldn't, and I started to cry. His face changed when he saw me crying, as if he was heartbroken. I lowered my head and cried too.

From Rebecca's perspective

I was watching him, and the poor boy suddenly started to cry. It was as if he couldn't control his crying. I ate him again. I think her emotions were so intense and she was afraid of letting them out, which ultimately caused those emotions to come out in tears. She lowered her head in embarrassment and cried. I felt bad. I didn't want to break her like that, I just wanted to make her angry so she would say something. I put my hand on her shoulder and stroked her and said, "Don't cry, honey, it's nothing." This made her cry even harder. I saw a single chair over there and with one hand on her back and one under her knees, I lifted her up and stood her up. When I took her to that chair, she didn't make the slightest struggle. I sat down and held her on my legs and head.

I put her on my chest. She sat down quite comfortably. It was as if she wanted me to calm her down. I wanted to see how far I could take this feeling. So as I was rocking her, I put my hand under her chin and lifted her head up and asked, “Why were you crying, honey?” She didn’t answer and tried to lower her head again but I wouldn’t let her. “Tommy, look at me,” I said and asked again, “Why were you crying?”

From Tommy’s perspective

I replied, “I don’t know.” I didn’t know what to say. I was in her arms again and she was calming me down like a child. “Tell me, Tommy, it’s okay, you can tell Aunt Rebecca,” she said as she stroked my hand. “I was angry and I was trying my best to control my anger and then I don’t know what happened and I cried,” I said shyly. "So you didn't know how to control your emotions and then you started crying, right?" he asked and I nodded slowly. "Well, Tommy, I'm glad you were able to control your anger and not get angry, you're learning," he said and hugged me tightly and said, "Auntie is proud of you."

This time it was different. I was kind of enjoying the way she was calming me down. I loved being close to her. Rebecca was really beautiful. She was rocking me as if I had no weight.

After a few minutes, he got up and picked me up just as I was, but with just one hand. My head was on his chest and he had his hand like a basket. He had also brought my legs up close to my chest and had kind of folded me. I fit perfectly in the basket he had made with one hand. He moved like that and with his free hand he turned off the TV and then picked up his phone. Then he carried me to the kitchen. I was really amazed by his physical strength.

From Rebecca's perspective

He wasn't struggling at all today. I wanted to see how far I could push him. I took him into the kitchen and put him on the counter and said, "Okay, honey, stay here while I go get the baby, it's time for feeding." I went and picked up the baby and brought him over and then picked up the bottle and put him on the kitchen table. Tommy was still sitting on the counter, he hadn't moved from there. I walked over to Tommy with the baby in my arms. I put my free arm around his waist and said, "Come on," and lifted him up. He cooperated and wrapped his legs around me. I went to the chair and put Tommy on the floor. I sat down on one of the chairs and said, "Come here, honey," and as I said this, I patted my left thigh. He came closer and pulled himself up and sat on my left leg. With my free hand, I lifted his legs up and moved him to sit on my lap. Then I put the baby on Tommy's lap. I wrapped my left arm around Soroush's waist and held the baby with the same hand so that he wouldn't move. Then I picked up the bottle of milk with my right hand and put it in the baby's mouth. The baby quickly started drinking milk and I was watching Tommy who was staring at the baby who was drinking milk.

From Tommy's perspective

At this point Rebecca was practically treating me like a baby. She wasn't even hiding it anymore. She wasn't holding me like a baby on her lap, but I don't know why I didn't have a problem with it anymore. I couldn't believe it, but I was actually enjoying it. When she was feeding the baby, I felt like I wanted it too. I couldn't take my eyes off the bottle of milk. The baby was full, but the bottle still had a lot of milk. Then I saw Rebecca bring the bottle to my mouth.

From Rebecca's perspective

"Would you like a little taste, little sir?" I asked this and Tommy didn't answer, just stared at the bottle. I couldn't believe I had her under my control for so long and I couldn't stop at all and I had to see how far I could go. I pushed her a little and brought the bottle to her mouth and to my surprise she took the bottle and started sucking. My body was hot with excitement. I slowly placed the little girl in the cradle that was on the floor near me and focused all my attention on Tommy. "Drink, honey, Aunt Rebecca wants to see you drink it all." I laughed at my own words and tone, but I didn't bring it up. After finishing the milk, I glanced at the clock and saw that it had been 3 hours since Sam left and they could arrive at any moment. I got up and stood up and Tommy was still in my arms and on my chest with his head on my chest. I pulled his head back to look at me. "Well, your friend and his mom will be home soon. How about you go pack your things so I can take you to your house as soon as they arrive? Is that a good idea?" He nodded yes. “Good boy, now go quickly pack your things,” I said and put him on the ground and turned him around and gave him a kick on his hip to make him move. He quickly went to his things.

From Tommy’s perspective

I went to pack my things and felt sad. I was sad that he put me on the ground. I quickly missed his hug. God, what the hell was wrong with me, why did I want something like this. I don’t know if I really liked him treating me like a child or if I just wanted to be close to him. He was like a model, incredibly beautiful and incredibly handsome and strong, someone like me in the real world had no chance of walking with him, let alone hugging him.

Sam and his mother turned around and his mother thanked Rebecca and then we walked to Rebecca’s car. We were silent on the way and didn’t say anything. When we arrived, she quietly parked the car.

From Rebecca’s perspective

I knew he liked it, and I wanted him to know that I knew it. I parked the car but didn't unlock the door. He unbuckled his seatbelt and was about to leave when I put my hand on his shoulder, "Don't rush, I have work to do with you... I want to see if you enjoyed what happened today?" Then I asked. I saw fear in his eyes, I felt he was about to get out of the car when I grabbed his arm and pulled him towards me and held him on my legs. He started to struggle, I held him tightly and waited until his energy ran out. The windows of my car were completely fogged up and no one could see us. Why?

I made him look at me. "I know you enjoyed it Tommy, admit it, there's nothing to be ashamed of." I felt uncomfortable at all, but I didn't care. I wanted him, a new door had opened before my eyes. I didn't know if I liked him or loved him or just loved the control I had over him. But I wanted him. "Listen, you don't have to admit it, but I know you enjoyed it and I know you'll want it again." I looked him in the eye and said, "So next time you want to enjoy it, you know how to find me." Then I leaned in close and whispered in his ear, "Let Auntie give her whatever her little baby wants." He started to struggle, and I grabbed him tightly and squeezed him, squeezing him with all my strength. He was completely scared. "You don't know what you're missing, Auntie Rebecca can open up a whole new world to you. Do you know what I mean?" I was still holding him with all my strength and he was struggling to breathe and he nodded yes at the same time. I told him, “No, say yes, auntie.” He held him for a moment and then said in the softest possible voice, “Yes, auntie.” Hearing these two words gave me a strange pleasure, I wanted to hear it so badly. “Well done, good boy, now run home,” and I opened the door and he got out and was about to leave when I shouted, “Don’t forget Tommy, auntie is waiting.” Then I smiled and left. My body was shaking. I had never felt like this in my life. I wanted this child, I wanted to make him mine and I was going to do it. What this feeling was, love, affection, dominance, I didn’t know and I didn’t care. I wanted him and I had to get him.