Layla's Debasement
Copyright© 2025 by Teacherpetslut
Chapter 1
BDSM Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Layla, a 23 year old babysitter who secretly loves to be humiliated, degraded, debased and bullied, she accepts a secret job as a babysitter to 2 little black girls from the poorest part of town, who gets more than what she bargained for
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/ft Drunk/Drugged Slavery Lesbian BDSM Humiliation Sadistic Interracial Black Female White Female Babysitter
Layla sat nervously in the cramped, dingy living room of the shabby apartment. The two little black girls, Keisha and Naima, stared at her with hostile, accusing eyes. They were only 8 and 10 years old, but something about their hard, streetwise demeanor made Layla squirm.
“You the new babysitter?” Keisha asked, voice dripping with disdain. Her eyes raked over Layla’s body, lingering on her ample curves with a look of pure contempt.
“Um, yes, I’m Layla,” she stammered, hating how meek and submissive she sounded. “I’ll be watching you while your mom’s at work.” She gave a weak smile, trying to win them over.
Naima scoffed. “We don’t need no babysitter. You’re just here to spy on us for the social workers, ain’t ya?” The girl’s eyes flashed with anger.
“No, no, that’s not it at all!” Layla protested. But deep down, a twisted part of her thrilled at the thought of these two young girls hating and rejecting her so thoroughly. She had always had a secret, shameful love for being humiliated and degraded by others.
Keisha stepped closer, jabbing a finger into Layla’s chest. “Don’t matter what you say. We know the truth. You’re a stuck-up white bitch who looks down on us. Bet you think you’re too good for the likes of us.”
Layla swallowed hard, feeling her face burn with humiliation at Keisha’s crude words. But she couldn’t deny the dark excitement that pulsed through her body. “No, I promise, I don’t think that at all! I just want to help...”
“Shut up!” Naima yelled. “We don’t want your help! We don’t need it!” The younger girl stomped her foot, hands balled into fists.
Tears pricked at the corners of Layla’s eyes as she cowered under the girls’ furious glares. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. Please don’t be mad...” Her voice was a pathetic whine.
Keisha sneered. “You’re pathetic, you know that? Too scared to even stand up for yourself. I bet you like being put in your place by the likes of us.” She grabbed Layla’s chin roughly, forcing the babysitter to meet her cold gaze.
“Yes...” Layla breathed, shame and arousal burning through her in equal measure. “I do like it. I’m sorry.” Her eyes dropped submissively to the floor.
“Hmph, figured as much,” Keisha said with a cruel smile. “Well, since you’re so eager to be put in your place, let’s start with this - get on your fucking knees.”
Layla didn’t hesitate. With trembling hands, she sank down to the dirty carpet, keeping her head bowed and eyes lowered in a posture of total submission. Keisha let out a dark chuckle.
“Good girl,” she purred mockingly. “I think we’re gonna have a lot of fun with you. Now, here’s what you’re gonna do to prove yourself...”
Keisha and Naima frog-marched Layla into the tiny, filthy bathroom. The sour stench of old piss and mold hit her like a slap in the face. Fuck, it was absolutely rank in here - the toilet was crusted with grime, the sink clogged with hair and toothpaste, and the once-white tiles were yellowed with age and neglect.
“Welp, looks like a pigsty in here,” Naima said with a nasty laugh. “Good thing we got us a little white maid to clean it up.” She jabbed a finger into Layla’s back, pushing her further into the disgusting room.
Keisha picked up a filthy rag from the corner, examining it with a sneer. “You see this? You’re gonna use it to clean every inch of this nasty ass bathroom. And you’re gonna use this to do it.” She produced Layla’s lacy pink panties from her pocket with a smirk, waving them under the babysitter’s nose.
Layla gasped, feeling her face burn with humiliation. “No, please, anything but that!” she begged, hating how pathetic she sounded. But even as she pleaded, a dark thrill of depravity pulsed through her core. Being forced to use her own panties as a cleaning rag, knowing the filth would be ground into the sensitive fabric ... it was utterly degrading. And it turned her on like nothing else.
“Oh, I think you heard her wrong, Keish,” Naima said with a malicious grin. “She was begging for the chance to debase herself for us.” The girl grabbed Layla’s hair, forcing her head up. “Isn’t that right, bitch? You wanna be our little toilet cleaner?”
Tears streamed down Layla’s face as she met their cruel gazes. “Yes,” she whispered hoarsely. “I do. I’ll do anything you say, just please...” She broke off, shame preventing her from finishing the plea.
“Please what?” Keisha taunted. “Please debase yourself? Please use your precious panties to scrub this nasty shithole? Say it, whore.”
Layla squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the girls’ mocking laughter. But she knew she had no choice. She was their slave now, their plaything to torment as they pleased. Slowly, she sank to her knees on the moldy tile.
“Please ... please let me clean your bathroom with my panties,” she choked out, holding the dirty garment with trembling fingers. “I want to be your filthy toilet cleaner. I want you to degrade me and use me however you want. Please...”
Keisha and Naima exchanged wicked grins, clearly pleased with their newfound power over the babysitter. “Well then, what are you waiting for?” Keisha demanded. “Get to work, slave.”