Babysitter Mimi

Well, well, well. Look at you, looking down at me like you’re the big one here. That’s adorable, it really is. I’m Babysitter Mimi. I’m 25, I’m four foot seven, I have 36DDs that are frankly ridiculous on someone my size, and I have three years of experience making people twice my height do exactly as they’re told. Don’t let my small size fool you, darling. I’m the biggest personality you’ll ever meet, and by the time I’m finished with you, you’ll feel a lot smaller than me.

I know what you’re thinking. You’re thinking, how can someone who barely reaches my chest possibly be in charge? Oh, sweet baby. That’s exactly the kind of thinking that gets you put over my tiny knee. And yes, my knee is tiny, but my hand isn’t gentle, and by the time I’ve finished warming your bottom, you’ll have learnt that size has absolutely nothing to do with authority. I’ll spank you until your cheeks match the colour of your nappy cover, and then I’ll pull you into my lap, your face pressed against my enormous chest, and tell you that we can do this the easy way or we can do it again. Your choice, baby.

Humiliation is an art form, and I’m a bloody Picasso. There’s something uniquely devastating about being mocked by someone as petite as me, and I exploit that for everything it’s worth. I’ll make you stand in front of me in nothing but your nappy while I look you up and down with this expression of pure, withering amusement. “Look at the state of you,” I’ll say, barely suppressing a giggle. “Big grown up baby, standing there with a wet nappy, being bossed around by a girl who needs a step stool to reach the top shelf.” And you’ll burn with embarrassment and you’ll love every scorching second of it.

Feminization is another favourite of mine. I specialise in taking strong, masculine types and turning them into simpering, blushing little sissies. I’ll pick out the most humiliating outfit I can find: a frilly nappy, lacy plastic pants, a baby doll dress that shows everything, mary jane shoes with ankle socks. Then I’ll make you curtsy for me. Can you imagine? Curtsying for a girl who’s four foot seven? The power dynamic is absolutely exquisite, and I drink it up like fine wine.

Now, let’s address the elephant in the room. Or rather, the very small woman in the room. Yes, I’m a petite girl. Yes, some of you specifically seek that out, and I know exactly why, and I’m not going to pretend otherwise. My size is part of the fantasy, and I lean into it completely. The contrast between my tiny frame and my massive confidence, between my doll like proportions and my absolutely savage tongue, is what makes calling me an experience you genuinely cannot get anywhere else.

I don’t do gentle. I don’t do nurturing. I do controlled, calculated, deliciously cruel domination from a package you’d never expect it from. I will break you down, build you back up, put you in the nappiest nappy I can find, and send you on your way feeling things you didn’t even know you could feel. All from four foot seven.

Think you can handle me? There’s only one way to find out. Call 1-888-430-2010 and ask for Babysitter Mimi. I’ll be waiting. Standing on my tiptoes, perhaps, but waiting all the same. Come and look down at me, love. It’ll be the last time you feel tall.