Ajay Part 6: Shalini's POV

**Please read the First 5 parts of this story before reading this. This story will go back to my previous ones but from Shalini's point of view. I will be jumping from scenes quickly. **

I've been in this school for a few months now and I will say, I like it a lot. I am your typical popular girl. I'm tall at 5'8, with a great body, not too skinny, but thick in all the right spots. Compared to some of the other girls in the school, I might be described as an amazon. Tall, strong, and beautiful. I have nice long silky black hair and without sounding full of myself, am very attractive. Everywhere I go, have boys staring. This school was no different. Within the 2 months, I've attended here, I've already gotten a school football player as my boyfriend, befriended the entire football team, and made a really good friend in Asha, also another typical popular girl. Our group has a level of respect in the school, people generally leave us alone like they're afraid. It actually bothers me a little that some of the other students don't feel comfortable coming over to talk to me, but I think it's because of the company I hang out with. The football team doesn't really have the reputation of playing nice. 

I've met a lot of new people here but there was one boy that caught my attention. I was surprised at first when I saw him in the hallway. I was actually going to go to him and see if he was lost or looking for his older sibling. He looked like he got lost from the public school across the street. I had him pegged for maybe 8 or 9 years old, and a small 9-year-old at that. But Asha told me that's Ajay. "He's this dorky midget. He's in a few of our classes. Doesn't say a word, too much of a coward to talk to girls. Just reads and studies by himself. It's fun bugging him sometimes, he just stands there and takes it. Like bugging you little brother" she said giggling. 

Interesting, she thought. He really did look like a child, maybe 4'8, couldn't imagine he weighed more than 40 Kg's, the same weight I curl at the gym haha. I spent a few weeks watching him, seeing how he acted, his characteristics. Everything I saw about him showed me he was a submissive person. Awkward, unconfident, shy, and submissive. He let people shove him around, pick on him, without uttering a single word. My brain was racing, his submissive personality was exciting me. For some reason, I was having visions of scooping him up in my arms and just rocking him. Then I saw him over my lap while I spanked his butt. My body was aching with pleasure, God I was actually getting turned on thinking about it.

I was thinking about just going up and talking to him but I knew the little shy boy would hardly say 2 words to me. That's when Rahul, one of the boys in our group; Asha's boyfriend called him over in the hallway. Rahul just did it because he was bored but I was going to use it as my chance. Ajay stood there surrounded by u like a little schoolboy. He was finally close up and I saw how small and adorable he was. His arms were like little twigs and his head barely came up to my chest. He wouldn't even look up at us he was so shy. 

I made the first move and yelled in his ear. The poor boy flinched back like he got hit, in a panic. It was adorable. I couldn't help it, I reached over and grabbed his wrist, and pulled him towards me. My entire hand easily wrapped around his whole wrist. He came flying over to me. I held him in front of me with his back towards me and pulled both his hands behind his back and restrained him there. I watched the cute little guy try and struggle to break free but he had no chance and I could see on his face that realization slowly kick in. 

Asha then made the decision to toss him in a garbage bin. I was surprised that she wanted to take it this far. Maybe she was just gonna tease it to scare him, I didn't know but I also was nervous to question it. I didn't want to look weak in front of my friends. The guys left and we dragged him to the bin. The poor little boy was so frightened. He did whatever he could to try and escape. He kicked and pulled at my arm. He lost his footing and fell to the floor. Watching him there, I couldn't believe this boy was actually my age. He literally looked like a little boy, but he was actually 19 years old!! I decided to take advantage of this moment and make one of my visions come true. 

I reached down and grabbed the boy by the armpits and lifted him up off the ground and into my arms. I put him on my hip and put my hands under his butt to support him. What got me was that he almost instinctively wrapped his arms and legs around me, clinging to me like a baby to his mama. My heart melted a little bit as a looked at him, but that also proved his submissive personality of his. I held him there, slowly swaying him in my arms. I made little remarks to him, teasing his size and how he's clinging to me like a little baby, which made him instantly drop his hands and legs, cutie. He started pushing at my chest, trying to break free like a toddler. It was adorable. Asha came over and spanked his butt a few times, I saw little tears forming in his eyes. I brought the poor little guy's head to my shoulders and consoled him as a mother would. 

Then Asha had the idea of stripping him of his clothes and throwing him in the trash. This again surprised me. But Asha did it, she stripped him of all his clothes, leaving him naked in my arms. The poor boy just broke down, completely humiliated. I held him in my arms as he started crying his eyes out. My insides began to quiver. Seeing Ajay this submissive, this broken me with this much control was sending my hormones in a craze. I brought his head into the nook of my neck and held his body tight to mine in a front carry. He immediately wrapped his arms around my neck and tried to wrap his legs around my waist. I gently swayed and rocked him consoling him, but my body was just on fire. This little boy, I needed this little guy in my life. I needed to be his dominant. This submissiveness, I needed to see more of this, I wanted to dominant and control him more. 

Asha then wanted us to finish the job. I carried the little guy to the trash bin and Asha wanted me to drop him in. I didn't agree with this, you shouldn't give out these kinds of punishments for no reason. These humiliating punishments for submissives should be to build their training, to teach them lessons, not because you're just bored. But I didn't want to disagree with her. With a sad heart, I lowered Ajay and dropped him in. It was just big enough for him to fit and he fell deep in, mixing with the junk already in there. I already saw his body get covered in old food and Curry that was thrown in. Asha then closed the lid and latched it shut. We left, but I left feeling torn. There was a part of me that felt horrible for him, but another part of me that was excited. Excited about what I just discovered. I wanted this boy, I needed him in my life and I was going to get him. I just needed a plan. 

Ajay didn't come to school the next day or the next. I was praying we didn't break him too much. No one questioned us from the school so he clearly didn't tell anyone who did it, but we were the talk of the school. I really hoped Ajay would show back up, I'd be crushed if I lost him. But I needed a plan to make sure he was mine. So I devised one over the weekend. I made sure I covered all my bases, I had to make sure I played it believably so he would fall into my trap. He wants this, I told myself. I know he wants it, I felt it when he clung to me. Stripped naked and crying at his most vulnerable state, he wrapped his arms and legs around me and clung to me like a baby needing his mama. I will be that mama to him.

Monday came around and Ajay did come into school. He never once looked up at anyone, probably too humiliated too. That turned me on. I had my plan set. I decided to execute it Friday, just before the weekend. I woke up feeling excited. I showered and picked out my clothes for the day. I decided to wear a basic white long sleeve shirt that said "Basic Betch" on it. I pulled on a pair of red tights. I let my hair loose and hung. Checked me out in the mirror and confirmed I looked hot. Put on a pair of my black Nike crew socks. Some people like to crunch them down and leave them bunched up at the ankle. I was never one of those people. I always pulled them up all the way. The crew socks usually made it up to my mid-calf area. Quickly put on a pair of runners and left for school.

I waited till lunchtime. I knew he would be alone then because he always eats alone. I found the classroom he was eating in. Took a deep breath and walked in. I saw the look of fear shoot across his face. He instantly turned read. I quickly closed the door and locked it and walked towards him. He started panicking. I had to move fast. I had to play this perfectly. I sat in a chair across from his and put my hand over his in a comforting way, gently touching his hand. I apologized for what happened last week and that I got carried away at the moment and didn't think it would go that far. I spoke to him sweetly and looked right at him so he knew the honesty in my words. And to my pleasure, I could see his face changing. He was losing the panic and fear. He forgave me for everything and I was ecstatic. I went over to him and gave him a big hug. He returned it weakly, his hands around my waist as his head barely made it to my chest. I pulled him I'm for a tight hug but used this opportunity to remind him who the stronger one was. I lifted him slightly so his feet just barely got off the ground. I could have scooped him up here, but I didn't want to rush things. This little reminder was enough. I held him up there for a few seconds before putting him down. 

Next was the important part. I invited him over to my house to make it up to him. I said I'll make dinner and we can hang out and chat. He was skeptical, wouldn't answer right away, but after some thinking, he accepted. My insides jumped for joy, my plan was working. One step of it anyways. I hugged him tight one last time and left, giving him the address. I left with a big smile on my face. My plan was working, now to execute the remainder. 

I got home after school, picked up the duffle bag I prepared earlier with all the things I needed, and headed out. The address I gave Ajay was my friend's apartment. She loaned it to me for today to do what I needed. I got to the apartment and started setting everything up. I was going to make Ajay mine today. I was going to get him to completely buy into his submissive personality and become my baby, my slave. I knew he wanted to be babied. From the way he clung to me, I knew inside he wanted this. He just couldn't buy in completely, I was going to change that today. I had a baby bottle ready with milk and water in the fridge. I brought bigger-sized diapers with me which I put in the closet. I also double-checked that all the cameras in the house were working. My friend had it installed for intruders. There was a camera in every room that changes angles as people move around to follow them.

After setting everything up, I made dinner and a little appetizer. I quickly took a shower and got changed into something comfortable. I put on a t-shirt and some red pajama pants. I don't usually walk around barefoot in the house so I put on my crew socks from earlier today and then I waited. I was actually feeling a little nervous about how the night was going to go. I needed to play every moment perfectly to make this work. And then I heard the knock on the door. It was him, showtime!

I opened the door and greeted him. My heart just melted looking at him. He was dressed in a nice shirt and khaki pants, with a pair of dress shoes on. He looked like a little boy who got dressed by his mommy for picture day. I welcomed him in and brought him a plate of appetizers. We sat on the couch and ate and talked. Well, I talked and he listened. Still so shy, I loved it. I had one of my legs over the other crossed and was just wagging my foot casually while talking. I started noticing that he was staring at my foot. He was watching it wagging so deeply. I wonder if he had a thing for feet or socks. I didn't have this planned but as I was wagging, I started to gently stroke his leg. I did it so that it seemed inadvertent like I didn't even notice, but he definitely noticed. I saw the panic in his face when my socked foot touched his leg, was he getting turned on? I played it slow, I didn't want to make a move too early and scare him off. I needed to lure him in bit by bit. I took him by the hand to give him a house tour. My hand literally engulfed his. Like a little kid holding onto his mommy's hand, his whole hand basically fit in my palm. After the tour, I asked him how he liked the house, but I called him 'little Ajay.' I saw how their face flinch when he heard me call him that, just what I was hoping for. I planned to drop references like that throughout the night to get it into his head what I thought: little Ajay, sweetie, cutie pie. Words you would use to talk to little children. I wanted to drive that into his head. He responded to me being called that, a good sign. 

I walked him back to the couches but instead of the 3 seaters we were sitting on, I walked him to the single-seater couch. I sat down and pulled him towards me to stand in front of me in between my legs. I wanted to show him hints of the dominance I had planned for me. I continued to hold his hand, keeping him there in front of me. I made him talk to me, I asked him questions and kept him talking. All the while, I stroked his arm and his back while he stood in between my legs like a little child. I slowly pulled him closer to me so that he was right up against me, talking to me. Now the moment I had to play perfectly, I had to get this right to lead to everything else I had planned today. I slowly reached around him and in a swift motion, picked him up by the armpits and put him on my right thigh. 

I saw the surprise on his face but I continued talking to him like nothing even happened. I bounced him on my leg, while he sat there like a little boy. I then scooped him up in a cradle so that I could sit cross-legged on the couch. I placed him on my lap and cradled his body close to mine like a newborn baby. I let his head rest on my arm while I held him tight to me by his shoulder and let my other armrest over his legs, gently patting his butt. I looked down at him with my heart melting but I continued playing casually. I just continued talking to him normally but dropping more of my cute names for him like, little one and little Ajay. I could tell he was starting to feel uncomfortable but I had to get him comfortable with this. 

As we talked more, he started easing up. He started feeling more at the place. I knew this was my chance. I started pushing the baby talk with him. I told him how cute I thought he was and how I could just eat him up. I gave his little cheek a pinch which made him blush. I wasn't going to get a better chance than this, so I maneuvered myself off the couch still holding him in my arms, and stood up, cradling Ajay like one would a baby. He was incredibly light, my guess of 40KG's was way high, he was closer to 30 than 40. I swayed his little body back and forth and slowly started the mind games I had planned. I wanted him to tell me he wanted this so I asked him. I asked him if he liked being held by me. If he liked being babied by me. If he liked being in my arms. As I swayed my body and rocked him in my arms, he started saying yes. He was accepting all my questions!! This was working!!! I kept the baby talk heavy but I needed him to open up, I needed him to talk about his deep feelings about this so it could be more real for him. I carried him to the dining room and sat him on my lap on a chair. I asked him to open up to why he likes this why he liked being carried like this, treated like this. 

And it worked, Ajay opened up, more than I expected. He told me all his insecurities all the pain he dealt with, all the nurturing he's missed on and wants. He broke down on my lap. I held him close to me, letting him cry into my shirt. I did it, I broke him, I broke into his deepest feelings. This 19-year-old man was on my lap a broken mess. I now had to be his savior. I had to make him believe I was the one who was going to give him all this. I consoled him, wiped away his tears, told him it was all going to be okay and that I was there for him. I then scooped him back up into my arms in a front carry again and held him there just looking at him. He looked down, too shy to look me in the eye. My heart was racing. This was the time, for me to close this. 

I asked him if he misses being a baby if I liked being treated like a baby. He nodded yes which made me thrilled. I was so close, but I wanted him to say it. I wanted him. To say those words, for him to hear himself say what he wanted. I made him repeat it himself and when he did, my heart just exploded. I spun him in circles and gave him a huge hug in my arms. This was the opening I needed. Now I could completely open up with his baby treatment. And I did. I dropped using pronouns for him entirely, I only called him as little Ajay, or sweetie, or munchkin, or baby boy. I covered he gave with tiny kisses which made him squirm and giggle and just melted my heart I lifted him up high over my head and blew raspberries on his belly which made him roar with laughter. Oh, my heart couldn't take it. I looked at him and couldn't believe what I was doing to this 19-year-old. Yes, his body resembled a 10-year-old but this boy was my age. And I had him giggling in my arms like a little schoolboy. I carried him to the dining table and sat him on top like a toddler and fed him. 

Now came another test. I had him accept he wanted to be babied and even started treating him like one, talking to him like one. But how far would he let me take it? How far could I go with this? I took a baby bottle of milk from the fridge and brought it behind my back. I scooped my little boy back up in my arms and sat him on the couch, cradled on my lap like before. I made sure to hold him tight so he couldn't get free. And then I showed him the bottle and I saw his eyes panic. He wasn't ready, it made him nervous. He struggled, he begged to not be given it. I could just drop it and try again later. We already made so much progress, but there was a part of me that wanted to keep going. I believed I could, I already had enough video to do some good damage to his reputation, but I really wanted this video to be a part of it too. 

I figured I'd give it a shot. I've been very sweet with him so far, if I had to, I was going to show him a bit more of my dominant side and see if that persuades him. I could easily just overpower him and get everything I wanted, but that isn't what gets you a good little slave baby. I wanted him to want it, to be so dependant on me that he would never want to leave. Even if the door was wide open and no one was around to stop him, he'd be too scared to leave. So I brought it to his mouth and told him that I knew better and that he'd be in trouble if he kept acting up. He knew what that meant, he remembered last week. He went still, stopped struggling. I brought it to his mouth and he opened up. He began sucking on the nipple while I fed him. It worked!!! I cooed at what a good boy he was and just exploded with the baby talk. I watched him like a mother sucking away at the bottle until it was dry. I threw him over my shoulder and burped the poor baby. 

Now it was time for another surprise. Another step to make him completely mine. I carried him into the bedroom and laid him on the bed. I played with his little body, tickling him all over and way hing him squirm and laugh. So adorable. I then pulled out my surprise for him and his gave just dropped. He was shocked to see the diaper and even more shocked when he learned I was going to put it on him. I knew this was going to be a tough battle to win. He struggled, he begged and pleaded. He said please, Shalini and I interrupted him, "Not Shalini, Mommy." I had that planned but saying it sent quivers through my body and clearly his as he went into panic mode. He kicked to try and escape, he ran to the corner of the bed, but I was on a high. I just used my dominance to feed him the bottle. I can use it again to get him in this. I threatened him again but the diaper was too much for him to get over. I needed more, I needed to take the dominance to another level.

I grabbed him by the ankle and pulled him towards me. I pinned him down with my body basically making him immobile and took his pants off to him begging me to stop. But now, for his misbehavior. I was going to teach him what happens if he disobeys, I was gonna teach him who was in control. I pulled him over my lap facedown and pinned his arms and legs down and just wailed on his butt. I spanked him 10 times hard and made him count each time. By the last spank, my baby was a crying mess. His butt was a nice dark shade of red and so was he gave from the pain and the tears. I say him on my lap and comforted him. I told him exactly why he got spanked and had him tell me why he got his punishment. I had him tell me himself that he was too blame for his own punishment. So perfect, he was falling right into the plan.

I next scooped him up and laid him down on the bed. Time for a real test. I wasn't going to say anything, I was just gonna put it on and see if he fights back. Let's see the effect the punishment had on him. I started getting the diaper on him and he just laid there, head down, defeated. My body was just quivering. To see him so defeated and helpless because of me, my whole body was turned on. I diaper my little guy and just stood and watched him for a few seconds, admiring my work and my cute little adorable prince. 

I scooped him up into my arms and babied him like no tomorrow. I lifted him up high and gave him kisses on his belly making him laugh and giggle. But the cherry on top was making him say that he "loved being mommy's baby and wearing diapers" exactly what I needed for my video collection. All of this led to my main attraction. The climax of the show. I carried my baby to the couch and sat him on the floor while I sat on the couch. I made him kneel in front of me. My dominant side was in full form now. Watching him kneeling there in his diaper was sending me over the edge. It was time to start the climax of the night, I told him I wanted his phone and wallet. "But why do you want it" he questioned, but my dominant side had taken over. As he was finishing his sentence, I extended my foot and slapped him hard across the gave with it. It collided with a THUD and he fell over. I felt bad but I needed him to know I meant business in this moment. He got back to his knees with tears in his eyes. 

I took my foot and gently rubbed the side of his gave I struck. I made sure to slowly run my foot up and down he gave. His tears stopped as he was mesmerized by this feeling. I then ran my foot over the front of his face, why socks all over his nose and mouth and I ordered him to kiss my foot. He kissed it and I pushed my foot right into his face making sure he got a good whiff of my sock, probably quite smelly from the night we've been having.

I ordered him to go get his phone and wallet but made the poor little boy crawl to the room to further prove how much of a baby he was in my eyes and he did. He followed my order without a second thought. I giggled to myself proud of the power I was wielding. He came back with them and I delivered the climax. I told him how I wanted him to be mine and that he had to follow every one of my orders. That he can't go back home and stay with me to be my baby. He refused, he couldn't do it, but he didn't know what I had on him. I told him I wasn't going to force him, the door was open, he was free to go, but if he did, I would share all the videos that were recorded from the cameras in the house. His gave just dropped. He watched all the scenes that I caught on camera and started crying. I watched the life slowly stuck out of him, watched his willpower slowly leave him. He was defeated in every way. I gave him a choice but he soon realized he had no choice. I told him to break his phone and burn his wallet, he did both those things. He was mine. I did it, I owned him. I scooped him up and held him close to my body. Told him everything will be okay and that I'll take care of him.

I packed up all my things, threw a sweater on, and got ready to leave. I picked up my baby and held him close to me. He instantly wrapped his arms and legs tight around me like the little munchkin he is and I carried him to my car. I buckled him in the car seat I had set up for him. He says in with little complaints, completely defeated. I drove to my place, about a couple of hours out of town, and carried him inside. I showed him around his new home, the rooms, his new playroom, his new toys, his new crib. The shock on his face was priceless but the fear he still had made him accept everything. He just lay his head on my shoulder, quietly crying his eyes out into my sweater, realizing his new fate. I rocked him in my arms, whispering sweet words into his ear while his eyes slowly began to close. The poor baby had such an exhausting night both physically and mentally. He slowly knocked right out. I carried him into his new room and lay him down into his crib, the crib I had specially made for him. I stared at him for a while, admiring my work, what I had done. I turned him. I transformed him into the submissive pet I wanted. I owned him and there was nothing he could do. My body ached in glory, it yearned for release, I was so overcome with emotion. I went into my own room to treat myself. 

I woke up the next day just overcome with happiness. I did everything I wanted, I got the boy I had my eye on. I turned him into the submissive I wanted. I watched him melt into my arms like a child, punished over my knee like a bad little boy, cry into my shoulder like a poor little baby. I trained him to do anything I wanted, from drinking from a bottle to wearing a diaper, to leaving his own family for me. I had him, I so had him. Now to see what the little munchkin was up to.

I got outta bed and tossed off my sweater. I left my room in the same T-shirt, pajama pants, and socks look I entered last night. I walked to the fridge and got my baby a baby bottle of water. I walked over to my baby's room and peeked the door open. He was awake and sitting up in his crib. He looked absolutely adorable sitting there in his diaper. I cooed at him at how adorable and cute he looked, mommy's little boy. He told me had to pee and he looked like he had to pee bad. 

I was about to scoop him up to take him to the bathroom but then a thought crossed my mind. Another step to highlight my authority to him. To show him what he really was in this house. I gave him the bottle and told him he had to drink that first. He begged to go pee first but I said I'd take him when he finished. He sucked and sucked on that bottle until there was nothing left. I just watched him amazed. This little boy had to pee so bad, but he drank an entire bottle of water anyway just because I told him to. The amount of power I had over him made me quiver. 

He finished his bottle and looked up at me ready to go pee. I had to have more fun, push him to his limits. I took the bottle from his hands. I saw him reach his arms up like he was getting ready to get picked up. My heart melted, but not yet Shalini I told myself. I told him I'll be right back after I wash my face and brush my teeth and left the room. I got a glimpse of his disappointed face as I left. I giggled and finished up in the bathroom. I returned to my poor baby rolling around in his crib, in so much pain from holding in his pee. He saw me and begged to be let go to use the bathroom. That's when I dropped my bomb, I told him if he had to go so bad, just go. That's why he has a diaper. His face dropped, he begged and pleaded, he cried harder than I ever heard him please not make him do this. I felt horrible watching the poor little thing. I didn't have the hurt to threaten him to do it this time. This step was more extenuating than the others, more humiliating than the others. As submissive as I've made this 19-year-old guy, it's still quite a step to pee your own pants. So I thought I'd help him with the process. I bent down into the crib to reach him and started tickling him all over. I tickled him non-stop and hard from his armpits to his belly, to his legs, wherever my fingers would reach. He screamed and cried out in laughter and tears, torn between his two very polar situations. And then I saw it. I saw he gave change, I saw his body relax, he was doing it. He was passing his pants. I let him finish and just watched him. His face was steady for a little bit and then he just broke down crying. I instantly scooped him out of his crib and held him in my arms, holding him tight to my body. I rocked him and bounced him and whispered sweet comforting words to him. He started calming down. I wanted to see that cute smile again so I tickled him again around his neck. His little giggle started peaking out. What a cutie. 

After playing with my little munchkin for a bit, I fed him in his custom high chair I bought and left him in his playroom while I went to shower. I got in and let the waterfall over my body. I needed this shower as my whole body was just on fire. I was hot from what I was able to get this boy to do. I just made him pee his pants. And he was so emotionally distraught that he clung to me like his mommy afterward, the person that did that to him, he still felt so dependant on me that he couldn't let go. I could do anything to this boy and he wouldn't leave. I did what I wanted, I hooked him in. There was no chance now that he was ever going to leave.  

I dried up and looked at my closet for my outfit. I picked out something hot, I had plans to take my baby out and show him off to the public today so I wanted to look like a hot mama. I put on a hot short sleeve jacket over my white tank top and squeezed into my short shorts. I put on a pair of my black ankle socks and checked myself out in the mirror, smoking hot like always. I let my hair down and went to get my baby. I stopped talking to him like another person, I only talk to him in baby talk now, using motherly tones and calling him cute little pet names. I take every chance to play with his belly and plant little kisses on his body. One because I can and two because I want him to always remember his place with me.

I got him ready, changed his diaper, and dressed him in the cute little Paw Petrol outfit I had specially made for him. I told him we were going to go for a walk and scooped him up in my arms. I glanced at the mirror as I was walking out. There I was in tight short shorts showing off my great thick thighs holding what looked to be a 10-year-old kid in her arms and him clinging to her like a baby with his head resting on her shoulder. Oh, what a sight it was. I brought him to the door and pulled out his next surprise. I bought him a custom stroller. I placed him in the stroller and strapped him in before he could even realize it. He tried struggling with the harness, panic hitting him that I was gonna roll him outside in it. Sadly for him, it was a combo code lock. Poor guy, so disappointed. I put on my Gucci sunglasses and rolled him out the door and onto our walk. 

I rolled him through the park to a beautiful Lookout spot. The park was quite busy with people. But I brought him out here to show him off so I wasn't going to let the people stop me. I parked his stroller by the bench and came around to him. I undid his harness and scooped him up into my arms in a front carry. I carried him to the Lookout and we stared out across the park together. I looked around and noticed some stares from the people around. It's incredibly unusual to see a young girl like myself holding a 19-year-old guy. Ajay thought, looked more like a 10-year-old. Even then, it is an odd sight to see a 10-year-old carried and talked to and treated like a baby like I was doing to Ajay. It did start drawing people's attention. A cute little girl even tugged at my shirt asking why I was holding him. I asked Ajaybyo to explain to her his real age and why I was holding him. The poor little guy was so embarrassed he hid his head in the nook of my neck. 

I then carried my baby back to the bench and sat down with him cradled in my lap. I was loud with my baby talk, purposely loud, I wanted the world to see. I wanted him to know everyone was watching. I then thought about testing the limits. The baby bottle was a big step yesterday in the house, but it was a huge step out in public. I wanted to see how my baby Ajay would react. I was hoping yesterday's punishment would serve him better. But I was wrong. The bottle was too much in public. Ajay fought it, he squirmed, he begged, he wouldn't let me feed him. He wouldn't stay still on my lap.

The anger I felt was incredible. It shot through me so suddenly. He openly disobeyed me, openly was failing to follow my order. Making a scene in front of everyone. I had to teach him a lesson. I spun him around on my lap and pulled his shorts down to his ankle. I wrapped him up with my arms and legs so he couldn't move. He knew what was coming, he begged for forgiveness, was almost on the verge of tears, but then another idea struck me. I already punished this boy yesterday but he's back to being disobedient. The pain does get to him, but everything I've seen so far with him, the humiliation is what breaks him. It eats alive at him.

I released him, he looked at me with pure relief, but his face changed when he saw the look on my face, he saw that I wasn't happy. He realized that his punishment wasn't over yet. I ordered him on his knees in front of me on the ground. I stared into his eyes and yelled at him. Loud enough so everyone could hear. I screamed his real age so people didn't start losing it on me for yelling at a real 10-year-old. I made him beg me for forgiveness. He instantly grabbed my foot and begged. Cried and begged but I just pulled my foot back. I wasn't satisfied. I wanted him to feel what it was like to be controlled. I got up and got a toy from the stroller. One I picked up a few years ago to use with a boyfriend, a leash. 

I slipped it over his head and tightened it around before he even noticed. I was going to make him crawl on his hands and knees back home like a little puppy while I walked him with the leash. The poor little guy hung his head in shame. I could see little tears dropping from his eyes as he walked. People all around us were whispering and taking videos. I was even questioned by a few concerned people with who I had to clear things up. But I continued walking him, from the grass to the pavement, I walked him all the way back to the apartment room. His poor knees and hands were scratched up and bruised. I looked down at him and realized what a pathetic mess he was. He was a snotty crybaby mess, in a diaper with dirt and grass stains on his hands and knees. I actually felt a little sorry for the poor little guy. I slight thought of 'maybe I'm taking this too far' crossed my mind but I had to do this. I had to start training him for his new life.

His training wasn't done yet. He still had a few surprises to endure. I was going to make sure of that. I walked him into the locked room where I had my custom pet cage set up. He soon realized his dilemma but just looking around. That was his bed for the night and he knew it. The cage was just big enough to fit his sleeping body, with no room for any other activities. I led him to the door as he shuffled his way inside. I gave him a quick kick in the butt to get him inside the cage and then locked him in. The poor baby just cried and cried.

I watched him and decided to let him cry it out. I left the room and closed the door behind me, locking it. My heart was racing, I couldn't believe what I did, what I just turned this boy into. He's a crying mess, wearing a diaper, in a pet cage after I walked him on a leash outside in the public eye for like 30 minutes. The power and dominance I held over this little boy were amazing, I owned him, and he literally did everything I told him to. Things were working fabulously. I got everything I wanted, including a little boy, a little submissive boy. My baby boy. I didn't plan on going out for the rest of the day. It was Midday but I had continued plans for my baby boy. To push him to his limits. I trusted that he wouldn't leave me at this point, but taking him out into the public, especially behaving the way I did today, we are going to get a lot of attention. And when people come questioning, I needed him to stay true to this new life with me. I had to brainwash his mind to completely forget his old life and completely dive into this new one. I had plans for today, it will test him to his limits, but he'll come out of it completely my pet. My body was tingling, I couldn't wait!. I quickly changed out of my sexy attire and went back to my tomboy look. I left my hair down but threw on a white sweatshirt with Grey sweat pants. I put on my comfy white Nike crew socks and pulled them over my sweats up to my mid-calf area. I've always been a fan of tucking my sweats or tights underneath my gym socks. Just gave a more athletic vibe. I looked at myself in the mirror, yup still smoking hot, and prepared myself for the day's events. It was going to be fun.