My Babysitter, my surrender
Chapter Two: Nina’s takeover
The summer night felt thicker now, almost syrupy, as the front door clicked open just past nine. Randy sat frozen on the living room couch, heart hammering against his ribs like it wanted out. Tyler was already upstairs in his bed, tucked in and breathing slow under the gentle spell Nina had woven earlier, she had used the same soft voice, same loving strokes down his back, same irresistible lull that dropped the boy into dreamless peace within minutes. Randy watched from the hallway, helpless, cock stirring traitorously even as guilt gnawed at him imagining Nina doing something similar to him.
Nina had emerged from Tyler’s room moments ago, barefoot now, those white ankle socks with the delicate lace trim hugging her arches and making every step look unbearably soft and touchable. She’d changed after putting Tyler down still wearing the tight black crop top that clung to her small, high breasts and left a teasing strip of toned stomach bare, but the khaki shorts had been traded for a tiny skort in soft gray cotton. It barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, the pleated hem fluttering with each movement, showing off the long, golden length of her legs and the subtle flex of her calves. Those ankle socks made her feet look smaller, sweeter, impossibly inviting to touch, to worship.
She moved with deliberate slowness into the foyer just as Lauren stepped inside, kicking off her heels with a tired sigh. Lauren who was Randy’s wife, thirty seven, sharp minded, always put together even after a long flight, looked every inch the successful executive in her tailored navy blazer, white silk blouse, pencil skirt, and sheer stockings. Her auburn hair was still pinned up from the conference, a few strands escaping to frame her face. She dropped her roller bag by the door and smiled wearily at Nina.
“Hey, Nina. Flight got in early, thank the gods. How was Tyler?”
Nina’s hazel eyes sparkled, warm and guileless. “Perfect as always. He’s fast asleep. We read two chapters, then he just… drifted off.” She stepped closer, voice dropping to that honeyed, soothing Randy knew too well. “You must be exhausted, Mrs. Harlan. Long day?”
Lauren laughed softly, rolling her shoulders. “You have no idea. Three days of PowerPoints and handshakes. I just want a shower and bed, and Nina you know I told you Lauren is fine.”
Nina tilted her head, raven hair sliding over one shoulder. “I can imagine Lauren, come sit for a second before you head up. Let me get you some wine? You deserve to unwind after the day you had.”
Lauren hesitated, glancing toward the living room where Randy sat rigid, pretending to scroll his phone. Their eyes met; she gave him a small, fond smile, oblivious. She leaned over and gave her husband a quick kiss.
“Maybe just a minute. Randy, honey, you okay? You look… tense.”
He forced a nod, throat dry. “Fine. Just… glad you’re home.” Giving Lauren a quick hug to cover his nervousness with Nina who was so close in her cute outfit.
Nina guided Lauren gently to the couch to sit right beside Randy, close enough that their thighs almost brushed. Nina didn’t sit. She perched on the armrest instead, legs crossed so one foot dangled inches from Lauren’s knee. Those ankle socks looked impossibly soft in the lamplight, toes flexing idly inside the cotton, Randy had a difficult time keeping his eyes off them.
“So tell me about the trip,” Nina said, voice low and melodic, like a gentle current. “All those meetings… so much talking, so much listening. It must feel good to finally be quiet.”
Lauren exhaled, leaning back. “God, yes. My brain’s still buzzing.”
Nina smiled, small and knowing. “I bet. Sometimes it helps to just… let everything slow down. Like when I help Tyler settle. You’ve seen how easy it is for him to relax when I talk to him that way. Soft. Steady. Focusing on one thing at a time.”
Lauren chuckled. “You and your magic voice. He’s out like a light every time.”
“Exactly.” Nina’s gaze drifted to Lauren’s face, holding it gently. “It’s the same for grown ups, you know. Especially when they’re tired. Eyes get heavy. Thoughts get fuzzy. You can feel it already, can’t you? That pull to just… let go.”
Lauren blinked, smile faltering. “Nina, what…”
“Shhh,” Nina soothed, uncrossing her legs so both feet rested on the floor now, close enough that the tips of her socked toes brushed Lauren’s stocking covered calf. “No need to worry. Just listen. You’re safe here. Randy’s right beside you. Everything’s okay. Just watch my eyes… or maybe my feet. They’re so soft tonight. These little socks make them feel extra cozy, don’t they? Touchably soft.”
Randy’s breath hitched. He couldn’t move not with Nina’s earlier suggestions still locking his limbs whenever she chose. His cock throbbed painfully against his zipper as he watched Lauren’s gaze flicker downward, drawn despite herself.
Lauren swallowed. “I… I should go upstairs.”
“You could,” Nina agreed gently, voice wrapping around the words like silk. “But your body feels so heavy now. Legs sinking into the couch. Eyelids wanting to droop. Every breath slower… deeper… pulling you down. Down into that nice, warm place where you don’t have to think. Where you can just feel.”
Lauren’s shoulders eased. Her lips parted. “This… isn’t… Nina, stop.”
But her protest was weak, breathy. Nina leaned closer, one hand resting lightly on Lauren’s neck, thumb stroking in slow circles under her hair just at the base of her neck.
“You’re trying so hard to resist,” Nina murmured lovingly. “It’s sweet. But resistance just makes the pull stronger. Feel how your eyes want to stay on my legs… on these cute socks… imagining how soft they’d feel against your cheek. Your husband’s watching, Lauren. He’s so hard right now, seeing you soften for me. He can’t stop it. Neither can you.”
Randy groaned low in his throat half in agony, half in desperate need. Lauren’s eyes fluttered, half-lidded now, cheeks flushing trying to understand.
“Nina… please…”
Nina stood smoothly, stepping in front of Lauren so her legs framed the seated woman’s view. She bent at the waist, hands on her own thighs, skort riding up to show the curve of her ass and the backs of those endless legs. Her hazel eyes locked on Lauren’s…and gave her a gentle brief kiss.
“Stand up, sweetheart,” Nina whispered. “Come with me to bed. Let me help you relax completely. Just like Tyler. Deep, peaceful sleep… with a few sweet suggestions tucked inside.”
Lauren rose unsteadily, swaying. Nina took her hand, guiding her toward the stairs. As they ed Randy, Nina paused, turning so her gaze pierced his.
“Stay right there, Randy,” she said softly. “Watch how easily she falls. Watch how beautifully she obeys.”
Lauren climbed the stairs in a daze, Nina leading, whispering all the way, reassuring her that everything was OK and that Nina was only there to help. Randy heard fragments, “…so safe… so sleepy… my voice your comfort…” until the bedroom door clicked shut upstairs.
Alone Nina quickly pulled Lauren in for a deep kiss all while working on the pressure points at her neck. She helped Lauren undress and change into a nightly as she laid her back onto the bed, Nina now working down her body while whispering suggestions. She instructed Nina to forget everything that had just taken place, to relax and sink into a restful deep sleep after such a long trip. And then Nina moved her mouth to Lauren’s sex and began to work it, slow, precise and soon Lauren was coming and forgetting everything…obeying Nina just as Randy had before as she fell into a peaceful sleep.
Minutes stretched into eternity. Randy sat paralyzed, cock aching, mind screaming while his body refused to move. Then the door opened again and Nina descended alone, steps slow and predatory. Her crop top clung tighter somehow, nipples stiff beneath the fabric. The skort swayed with each hip movement. Those ankle socks looked even more innocent now, more devastating. She stopped in front of him, legs slightly parted, hands on her hips.
“Your wife’s sleeping deeply,” she said, voice velvet. “Dreaming of soft touches… warm surrender… my voice. She won’t wake until I allow it.”
Nina leaned down, cupping Randy’s face, forcing his eyes to hers.
“And now, my sweet, helpless Randy… it’s your turn again.”
Her lips brushed his, once, feather light and then she deepened the kiss Randy tasting his wife on her tongue.
“Eyes on mine. Feel yourself sinking… deeper this time. No escape. No resistance. Just me.”
Her free hand trailed down her own body, over the crop top, down the flat stomach, to the hem of the skort. She lifted it just enough to show the bare, smooth skin beneath…no panties tonight.
“Watch me,” she breathed. “Want me. Need me. Surrender… completely.”
Randy’s vision tunneled to her eyes, her legs, those touchable socks. His last coherent thought dissolved into warm, obedient fog. Nina smiled, slow and loving.
“Good boy. Let’s begin.”
Nina’s hazel eyes held Randy’s in that unbreakable lock, her smile soft, almost tender, as she straightened and took one slow step back. The living room lamp cast golden highlights along her long legs, the gray skort riding high enough to tease the smooth crease where thigh met hip. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband, easing the fabric down just an inch, just enough to reveal she wore nothing underneath and then she let it fall in a whisper of cotton to pool around her ankles. Stepping free, she left the skort where it lay and sank gracefully onto the couch, reclining until her back rested against the arm, one leg bent at the knee, the other extended toward him.
“Come here, Randy,” she murmured, voice velvet wrapped steel. “Kneel between my legs. Show me how much you’ve missed tasting me.”
His body obeyed before his mind could protest. He dropped to his knees on the rug, hands trembling as they settled on the outsides of her thighs. Nina lifted both legs, planting those socked feet squarely on his shoulders. The lace trimmed ankle socks felt impossibly soft against his skin perfectly warm and slightly damp from the evening, carrying the faint clean scent of cotton and her. Her pretty toes flexed inside the fabric, curling and pointing lazily, brushing the sides of his neck.
“Start slow,” she instructed lovingly. “Kiss my thighs first… work your way in. Worship me properly.”
Randy leaned in, lips brushing the golden skin just above the hem of her crop top where it ended at her ribs, then lower, trailing open mouthed kisses along the sensitive inner curve of one thigh. Nina sighed, hips shifting, guiding him. When his mouth finally reached her center she was already slick, swollen, fragrant with arousal. He pressed his tongue flat against her folds, lapping upward in long, deliberate strokes, savoring the way her clit pulsed under the attention.
“Good boy,” she breathed, fingers threading gently into his hair, not pulling, just holding, directing. “Deeper now… circle my clit with the tip of your tongue… yes, just like that.”
Her breathing grew ragged as he worked her, sucking softly, then flicking, then sucking again. Nina’s legs tensed, heels pressing into his shoulders through the socks, toes spreading and curling against his neck in rhythm with his licks. When she came it was quiet but intense her hips lifting, a soft, shuddering moan escaping as her pussy fluttered against his mouth. Warmth flooded his tongue; he drank every drop, swallowing greedily, lost in the taste and the gentle pressure of her feet anchoring him in place.
She let him linger there until the aftershocks faded, then eased her legs down, feet sliding off his shoulders to rest on his chest, pushing him back just enough so she could sit up.
“Look at you,” she cooed, eyes dropping to the obvious bulge straining his jeans. “So hard… so aching. Let’s take care of that, shall we?”
Nina swung her legs around, planting both socked feet in his lap. With practiced ease she nudged his zipper down using only her toes, the soft cotton dragging over denim until she could hook the waistband of his boxers and tug everything open. His cock sprang free, thick and leaking, veins standing out. She wrapped both feet around the shaft, those lace trimmed ankle socks creating the perfect silky friction as she began to stroke.
Slow. Torturously slow.
Up… down… toes curling over the head on each upstroke, then relaxing so the arches could glide along the length. Pre-cum smeared into the cotton, darkening the white lace at the toes.
“I’ve been thinking, Randy,” she said conversationally, even as her feet kept that maddening rhythm. “I’m tired of my tiny dorm room. Tired of being alone every night when I could be here… with you. With both of you.” Her big toe traced the sensitive underside of his cockhead, making him jerk. “There’s that beautiful spare room upstairs. The one with the big window and the queen bed. Imagine it, me moving in waking up between you and Lauren some mornings just think of it, playing whenever we want no more sneaking around, I could totally go for helping Lauren adjust to the lifestyle, she’s amazing. Randy, think, no more waiting just the three of us. Doesn’t that sound perfect baby?”
Randy groaned, hips twitching helplessly into the slow glide of her socked soles. “Nina… I… we can’t…”
“You can,” she whispered, tightening her feet just enough to make him gasp. “You will. Tell me how good it sounds while my pretty toes work you. Tell me you want me here, with both of you.”
Her toes flexed, gripping and releasing in tiny pulses along his shaft. The wet cotton slid slickly now, every movement deliberate torture.
“It… it sounds…” His voice cracked. “Good. Fuck, it sounds so good, please don’t stop what you’re doing.”
She smiled, pleased. “That’s my sweet boy. Keep watching my feet and feel how soft they are, how nice my cute socks feel, how they own you right now.”
The pace never hurried. She teased him right to the edge again and again slowing whenever his breathing hitched too sharply, letting him cool, then building him back up with feather light strokes of her arches and curling toes. When she finally decided he’d had enough, she pressed both soles firmly together, trapping his cock between them, and stroked faster yet still controlled, still loving ready to finish her helpless lover.
“Cum for me, Randy,” she breathed. “Soak my socks. Mark them. Show me how much you need this.”
He shattered with a choked cry, hips bucking as thick ropes of cum pulsed out, splattering across the white cotton, seeping into the lace, dripping between her toes. Nina milked him through every spasm until he was spent, trembling, cock twitching against the ruined fabric. Nina lifted one foot, then the other, inspecting the mess with a soft hum of approval. Cum glistened on the socks, darkening patches, clinging to the lace trim. Slowly she brought one foot to his lips.
“Open,” she said gently.
Randy clenched his jaw, shaking his head once, one last spark of resistance.
Nina tilted her head, eyes warm, voice dropping to that hypnotic lull she used so well locking his now helpless eyes on hers. “Shhh. You don’t want to disappoint me, do you? Look how pretty they are… covered in you. All for me. Just a little taste, Randy. Open for me. Let me feel your tongue clean every drop. You know you want to. You’ve done it before. You love it.”
Her toes brushed his lower lip, smearing warm cum across it. The scent, the musk, salt, and her eyes filled his nose and vision, his resistance crumbled as his lips parted on a shaky breath.
Nina slid her big toe past his lips. “Good boy,” she purred as his tongue curled around it, lapping obediently, tasting himself mixed with the faint cotton flavor of the sock. She fed him the other toes one by one, then pressed the whole sole to his mouth so he could lick the arch clean, swallowing every trace while she stroked his hair.
When she was satisfied, Nina stood, pulling him up with her. She cupped his face and kissed him deeply with slow possessive tongue swirls sliding against his so she could taste the remnants of his release mingled with her earlier climax still on his lips.
“Mmm,” she sighed into his mouth. “Delicious.”
“Nina, its over” Randy moaned the look for surrender in his eyes, “I surrender there is no way I can resist you any longer, its, its just to hard Nina. After that…clearly you can do anything you want to me…and clearly I can’t say no.”
Taking his hand, she led him toward the stairs, hips swaying, bare legs gleaming, still wearing her cum soaked socks leaving faint damp prints on the hardwood with every step. Upstairs the bedroom door stood ajar with soft lamplight spilling into the hall. Lauren lay on her back in the center of the king bed, dressed as Nina had left her, eyes closed, breathing deep and even in the trance Nina had placed her in.
Nina paused in the doorway, turning to Randy with a loving smile.
“She’s waiting for us,” she whispered. “Ready to learn how good this can feel… together.”
They stepped inside, tugging Randy after her, the door clicking shut behind them like the final seal on their new reality…this would now become her home, Tyler, Lauren, Randy and Nina…the perfect nanny always there always ready to serve them all.