Babysitter Lexi

Hey there, trouble. I’m Lexi, your babysitter, and I should probably warn you right now: I’m not the responsible kind. I’m 21, five foot four, 34C, and I’ve spent the last four years being the most delightfully irresponsible babysitter anyone’s ever hired. Your mummy picked me because I was cheap and available. She has absolutely no idea what happens when she leaves us alone together, and we’re going to keep it that way, aren’t we?

I’m mischievous. That’s the polite word for it. The less polite word is trouble, which is exactly what I am and exactly what I love getting into. Diaper play with me isn’t some gentle, nurturing experience. It’s messy and giggly and slightly chaotic, and usually ends with both of us doing something we probably shouldn’t. I’ll change your nappy, sure, but I’ll take my sweet time doing it, and my hands might wander to places that a proper babysitter’s hands definitely wouldn’t go. What are you going to do, tell on me? Go ahead. See who they believe.

Age play is where things get really interesting. I love the power dynamic of being younger than most of the other girls here but still being completely in charge of you. There’s something absolutely delicious about a 21 year old girl bossing around her baby and getting away with it because, well, she’s the babysitter and what she says goes. I’ll have you in your nappy, on your knees, doing exactly what I tell you, and you’ll love every second because I make being bossed around feel like the most fun you’ve ever had.

Sissy training? Oh, this is where Lexi really comes alive. I have an entire wardrobe of frilly, embarrassing, utterly adorable outfits that I’ve been dying to put someone in. Pretty pink nappies with bows. Ruffled plastic pants. Little sissy dresses that don’t quite cover your nappy so everyone can see what you’re wearing underneath. I’ll dress you up, do your makeup, put a bow in your hair, and then take photos that I’ll threaten to show people unless you behave. I won’t actually show anyone, obviously. Probably. Maybe. Depends how cute you look.

Here’s a fun one: I smoke. And I know that does something to certain people. The way I hold the cigarette, the way I blow the smoke slowly while looking you dead in the eye, the way the smoke curls around my face while I tell you to lie still while I check your nappy. It’s a vibe, and it’s a very specific vibe, and if it’s yours, then congratulations, you’ve found your girl.

Accomplice phone sex is something I’m brilliant at because I’m a natural partner in crime. Whatever naughty thing you’ve been fantasising about, I’m not going to judge you. I’m going to lean in, eyes sparkling, and say “let’s do it.” I’m the girl who eggs you on, who makes your bad ideas sound like great ideas, who holds your hand while we both jump off the cliff into whatever gorgeous chaos we’ve cooked up together.

Four years of being the babysitter your mummy should never have hired, and I’m just getting started. Ring 1-888-430-2010 and ask for Babysitter Lexi. Your mummy’s not home, the nursery door is locked, and I’ve got plans for you, babe. Naughty, naughty plans.