Message-ID: <20541eli$9903140435@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Pervitron Subject: REPOST SitterCam [Fb, voyeur, femdom] 1/2 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <7ce1jj$ms0$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com> _______________________________________________________ WARNING: The following story contains graphic descrip- tions of a sexual nature. It is intended for mature persons only. Any persons not old enough to legally receive adult materials or who are offended by them should read no farther. Further distribution of this story--and all others of this nature by this author--is permissible only to appropriate persons and only if the contents and author credit are unchanged. NOTES: 1. Copyright (c) June 1998. 2. The persons and situations depicted in this story are entirely fictitious. Any similarities to actual persons or situations are completely unintentional and coincidental. 3. Reader comments and feedback are always encouraged; send to Pervitron@Hotmail.com 4. This story may be copied for free distribution, provided the author credit is retained. 5. This is a FANTASY. No one should act towards children in the manner depicted her. ________________________________________________________ Story: SitterCam [F/b, F/m, Femdom, voyeur] Author: Pervitron Tom was right. Of course he would hire her. Gabriella sat before Bill like an apparition, a dark angel of desire. She was a gorgeous young Latin girl with jet black hair. It fell in ringlets all around her pretty face, framing her black, piercing eyes, and soft red cheeks. He imagined the feel of those cheeks and the way her hair would smell if he held her close and whispered dirty things into her ear. Gabriella's dark eyes studied him with a brilliant hard stare. This girl wouldn't take any shit. Girls only look this perfect until they're 20; Bill was glad he caught sight of her before she passed that age. Gabriella's body was perfectly proportioned, made, Bill was sure, by a combination of natural beauty and lots of strenuous exercise. She was probably a gymnast, he judged, because of her combination of shapeliness, strength and grace. She was wearing a silk flowered low-necked top. It was made of a thin material with a pattern of bright flowers designed to catch the eye, and the ends of it were tied together in a bow between her breasts, pulling them together. There was lots of skin showing, warm, tempting skin the color of light coffee. And the feet! She wore white stockings under her jeans, and brilliant black high heeled shoes with ankle straps and opened toes. Every strap and buckle was polished to a high shine. Within the white stockings, Bill could see toes that were painted a fiery red. She had a gold ankle bracelet on each foot. Bill wondered if Tom knew about him, wondered for the millionth time in his life if his secret wishes could be sensed by others. He didn't know Tom very well, since he only started working with him when Bill moved here a few months ago. The new job would be difficult for Bill; He'd have to work late almost every night in the next few months, so he needed to find someone to watch his 12 year- old son, Timmy. Tom was also a single father, so it was only natural for Bill to ask him if he knew anybody. And sure enough, Tom's girlfriend was moving in, he wouldn't need Gabriella to watch his two daughters anymore. Bill never though to ask what she looked like, and Tom never said. Gabriella was so perfect for Bill, it made him wonder again, "Can people sense I'm a submissive?" It wasn't just her body - no, he'd seen a few girls that were as beautiful as she was. No, it was the attitude. It was the confidence when she looked at him, knowing full well he was on fire inside. It was that voice; At one point Bill asked her a proper, businesslike question about whether she had any experience with boys that age, and his heart surged when she said: "Boys are actually less trouble than girls". Bill was sure she saw him turn read when she placed that teasing undertone on the word "trouble." He felt like she stepped from the pages of one of the Female Supremacy magazines that he kept hidden in the garage. He wanted to kneel before her, hold her foot like it was a jewel from heaven, promise her that he'll be her slave forever. He'd do anything, anything for her as long as she'd allow him to kiss that perfect 20 year-old ass. The interview was a formality, really, just a tease. Once she walked in and he saw her, he knew he would hire her. His conscience was clear; Tom had two small daughters she sat for twice a week, and he said she was very good. "You'll love her," Tom had said. Bill already did. Besides, Bill remembered the video camera he and his ex-wife used to monitor sitters a few years ago. Yes, he would use it with Gabriella. You can't be too careful, he told himself. ============================================================ "Timmy, I'll need to be working later these next few months. So I've arranged to have a sitter to come by after school" Timmy shook his head, shaking his long blond hair. "I don't need a sitter, Dad. Other guys I know stay by themselves after school!" Bill wasn't surprised. He remembered what he was like when he was 12. It was great to have the house to yourself. Smoke cigarettes and jerk off; Look at dirty magazines. If that was all there was to worry about now, Bill would have left him alone. But he knew that there were real dangers for kids that age now, things like drugs, or drinking. "You'll like her, Timmy. She's really nice." Thinking about the reaction Timmy would have when he saw her, when the boy caught his first glimpse of that tempting young body of hers. Bill knew what was happening inside his 12 year-old. Timmy had grown several inches in the past year, and while his shoulder length blond hair still left him with the androgynous look of a child, the shape of his chest and torso was changing, taking on some of the tight hardness of a teenaged boy. Timmy was a handsome young boy. Living like two men together, Bill and Timmy were quite open, walking around nude all the time. There was still no hair on the Timmy's cock, but Bill noticed it was becoming bulkier, it swung freely as he walked. Sometimes it seemed thicker than usual, as if the boy was aroused by something. Timmy loved girls - many times at the mall or at the beach Bill sensed that both he and Timmy were staring at the same girl. Sometimes Bill even commented on the girl, but Timmy would turn away, embarrassed. Boys that age are secretive. The next morning, before he went to work, Bill set up the recording unit. The camera was the size of a pencil eraser. He left the end of it between two books on the wall unit, just to the right of the TV and VCR. That way he could monitor anyone sitting on the couch in front of the TV, and even no one was there the mike would still pick up voices from nearby rooms. But Gabriella would probably be like the other sitters, just sit around all day and watch TV. Bill got a secret thrill, thinking about watching the young beauty, sitting there unsuspecting. Who knows what would happen if Timmy wasn't nearby. Like if he was upstairs doing his homework. He pictured Gabriella spreading those legs wide and reaching down between them... He ran the end of the wire behind the wall unit, and down through the floor alongside cable hookup. He then went downstairs and connected it to the recording unit, a console with five tape units. He set the timer for the next week. Since the tapes switch over automatically, he should be able to capture a full week before any tapes were overwritten. =================================================== Bill worked very late that whole first week, so he didn't have time to check out the tapes. Besides, there was no reason to be suspicious. Bill would get home about 11 o'clock, and as Gabriella threw her backpack over her shoulders, she would bend over, and Timmy would give her a kiss on the cheek. Bill knew how unusual open affection like that was for his son, and he couldn't help but see the look in the boy's eyes during the brief kiss. Timmy was smitten. "Gabriella's cool, Dad!" Bill and Timmy were standing in the doorway, watching Gabriella walk to her car. Bill knew his boy liked her, he could tell a crush was forming, a little puppy love. "I'm glad you like her, son." Bill was watching the dance of her ass as she walked, imagining the color and texture of her panties, wondering if she even wore any. Bill would spend Saturday morning reviewing the tapes, not expecting to find anything, really. Bill felt a tingle as he thought about the tapes. "What does Gabriella do all night?" "Nothing really. Just watch TV" =================================================== It was Saturday. Bill took out the Monday tape and jumped to a random spot. What he saw electrified him. Gabriella was on one end of the couch, Timmy the other. She must change her clothes before I arrive home, Bill thought; He hadn't seen this outfit, and he was sure he would have remembered it. It was a tight pink dress, with a low neckline, showing the full shape of her large breasts. The skirt part was hooker short, ending less than halfway down her thighs, high enough to expose the lacing of her white thigh-high stockings. She was spread out on the couch, half facing the TV, half facing Timmy, and her long legs were stretched out along the couch. Her feet were resting on Tim's lap. Bill saw them, saw the shape of them in their white stockings, and he felt a jolt in his crotch. He had no doubt that Timmy was hard as a rock, too. Who wouldn't be? She was teasing him. They must have been watching MTV or VH1. Bill could hear the Spice Girls singing. Gabriella would glance at the TV, then look at Timmy. "You like her, little boy?" Her voice had a high pitched, almost mocking, lilt. Timmy was trying not to answer, Bill could see he was beet red with embarrassment. "C'mon, you like Ginger, I bet!" and she pulled her leg back, and poked him in the stomach with her toes, tickling him. "Tell me!" Finally, Timmy got a few words out. "Yeah, I like that one there ... I guess." Gabriella looked towards the TV. "Ohhh, you like the dark-haired one..." settling back, curling her toes with satisfaction. Bill could almost hear the static play of nylon. Bill noticed Timmy looking at her feet; Whenever Gabriella glanced towards the TV, Timmy's eyes would wander up the length of her legs towards her crotch. "I guess you like dark girls." rubbing her feet together on his lap, "Dark girls like me?" Timmy swallowed, looked quickly at her, then looked down. "Yeah," he said, softly, too shy to speak up. "Tell me more, Timmy, tell me how I make you feel," spoken softly, faintly. The silence was electric. She was leading him on, drawing him out. Bill sensed she was laying the bait. "It's OK, I like you too." She sat up and moved over to his side of the couch, and reached her arms around him, drawing the little boy close. "Mommy likes her little boy," she said as she gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. Oh God! The words and the sound of her voice brought the memory of Mrs. Johnson alive in Bill again. She sounded just like Mrs. Johnson, she had that same sultry voice, that same sadistic, mean streak. Bill knew then that Gabriella liked to tease and torment young boys. His instinct told him that any moment now, just as Timmy started to get aroused, Gabriella would flash at him, make him jump with fright. Just like Mrs. Johnson was with young Bill, she'd never let her boy relax, she would use her moods, her womanly moods keep the little pet forever on edge. Bill knew he'd see the same thing happen all over again with his son; He sat transfixed, helpless, like the observer of a scientific experiment. Gabriella was whispering in Timmy's ear, Bill could tell from the vacant look in his son's eyes that whatever she said was touching him deep inside, stirring a fiery need in his small body. Timmy's face was red with passion. The little boy placed a tentative hand high on Gabriella's thigh, near the lace top of her stocking. Gabriella stood up and exploded: "What the FUCK do you think you're doing!" Timmy sank into the couch in horror, looking up at her. "Touching me there, you little pervert!" She started slapping him, swinging at his face, hitting his arms that he used to shield himself. "Christ, you sick little animal!" Timmy ran away, Bill could hear him running up the stairs. Gabriella just stood there and watched him go. She sat back on the couch and resumed watching TV, a smile formed on her face. She was so happy with herself, flushed with satisfaction. Lesson 1 was over, Bill sensed. And this was only Monday's tape. Bill had a raging hardon, thinking about the girl, about the power of that seductive young thing. She was such a squirt teaser, tormenting the boy mercilessly, but keeping his desires active too, training her little pet. Bill remembered the way Timmy kissed her goodbye each night. Bill had found his woman, after all. He skipped ahead to Wednesday. =================================================== Timmy was laying across her lap, his pants down around his ankle, his bare middle laying half on her skirt, and the other half on her white stockings. "There boy. Mommy doesn't want to do this." She was cooing at him, talking softly. Her left hand was holding him tight by the hip, keeping him pinned there. Her right hand was doing something to the boy's rear end. Bill realized with a jolt that the movement was a caress. "Mommy wants her little boy to behave, so I can make nice to him ... " she was rubbing the tips of her polished nails right along the base of his underside, just above his scrotum. "... Like this." Bill knew just what that felt like, to be stroked lightly there, and he knew his son would be stiff and hard against her lap. Suddenly, that same hand swung back and flew hard against his ass. Crack! "Owwwwww!" Timmy wailed, and she spat a torrent of fire at him: "But no, some little boys have dirty thoughts. You little shitball, I can feel that DIRTY LITTLE THING of yours!" Her eyes flashed like a cat, and she bared her teeth as she gave him a few more slaps, Timmy shuddered and Bill knew he was starting to cry. Bills heart was beating madly, half sick at himself for watching this, but unable to turn it off either. It was already over, he reasoned, the psychodrama he was watching had happened days ago. He could do what he had to do later, protect his son, but in the meanwhile he would watch. He told himself that he had to know everything, had to have full knowledge of all the events so he could be there for his son. She stopped hitting him a moment. The tape was silent, except for Timmy's sobbing. Gabriella leaned over, stroked his long hair and gave him a soft kiss on the back of his neck. "I'm sorry I had to do that, sweetie," said in a gentle whisper, "I know you can't help it, I know what little boys are like." Timmy was sobbing louder now, his cheeks were red with shame and his face was streaked with tears. Gabriella started caressing his red ass cheeks. "Mommy hates to hurt her little boy, Mommy doesn't like to hurt Timmy's little tush." The last was said with just a hint of teasing. Her hand moved lower down on his ass. Timmy started to calm down, and as his sobbing subsided, Gabriella started in again, the tips of her fingers started their little dance by the boy's balls again. Bill grew stiff as he watched, holding his breath in anticipation. Smack! Smack! "You little fucker, that THING is at it again!" She hit him, again and again. Bill could see Timmy's ass spasm with each shot, and Bill knew that each spasm would make Timmy's cock jump against Gabriella's stockings. Their silky feel would keep it erect no matter what punishment Gabriella was inflicting. "I don't want to feel that FILTHY PIECE OF SHIT against me!" Bill was rubbing himself now. Timmy was in the Zone, his rear on fire with pain, his cock dancing wildly in the warmth of "Mommy's" lap. She kept it up, one smack after another, alternating cheeks, but keeping the pacing and severity of her blows unpredictable. She would stop for a moment, holding her hand up, saying, "Mommy will wait two seconds for you to get that SICK LITTLE THING off me!" Timmy would shift himself, raising his butt higher, risking the increased exposure to pull his hard little cock back so it was no longer touching Gabriella. He would wait there, hoping she would stop, his rear anticipating another blow. "You sick little MORON, that was a lot longer than two seconds," she hissed, "you like this, don't you!" Now she really let him have it. The blows rained down on his shuddering ass cheeks, Timmy's whole body was shaking uncontrollably. Like a storm drifting out to sea, Gabriella's mood changed. "You can get up now, and stand up," she said calmly. Timmy rose slowly, and when he stood up, then Gabriella got up too. It was a cheap camera with a small field of vision - Bill could see all of Timmy, but all Bill could see of Gabriella was her body up to the tops of her breasts. Timmy stood there, looking down. Bill could see her hand reach down, and softly wipe the tears from his cheeks. After a moment, she drew the boy towards her, pulling his face between her breasts. Her big breasts were nearly exposed in the low necked cotton top Gabriella was wearing. Timmy's mouth was near her left nipple, just an inch or so from the spot where it poked into the thin white fabric; His nose and cheek were on her bare skin. Bill could almost smell Gabriella's lovely tits as he watched his son bury his face into them, losing himself in their lovely smell. "Mommy loves her little man, loves feeling her baby against her" Timmy's eyes were closed, his pants were still down by his ankles. His thighs pressed tight against Gabriella, the boy's cock had never lost its stiffness. Puppy love. ================================================== It was Sunday, and Timmy was at a little league game. Bill was sitting on the same couch as they had been, surrounded by opened video boxes. This was the second time through the week's tapes. There were beads of sweat on his forehead. His right hand was on his cock, his left on the remote control. He stroked himself, keeping himself hard while the tape sped forward. He was looking for that one scene, the one he first watched yesterday and couldn't stop thinking about. Was it on Friday's tape, or Thursday's? He was almost at the end of the earlier tape when he found it. He settled back in the chair and pressed play... Timmy walked over and placed a small chair in front of the couch. Bill recognized it as Timmy's first little chair, the one he used to sit on until he was about 4. Gabriella was sitting in front of the spot where he placed it, her legs crossed. Her top leg was angled towards the chair, the purple pump on her feet just a foot or so from it. Timmy stood behind the baby chair, waiting, looking ridiculous. All the boy was wearing was his underwear, a pair of Spiderman undies that Timmy hadn't worn since he was about 5. Bill recognized the superhero blue and red pattern on Timmy's butt. The undies were wedged tight into his asscrack. The boy had a stiff hardon poking through the front, towards Gabriella. Bill adjusted his hand motion. "Sit down, Timmy." The boy complied, perched on the edge of his seat, his blond hair falling down over his face, hiding it from Bill. "Are you ready for today's lesson, Timmy" "Yes" "Yes, what!" She got up from the couch and started walking around him, the shift of her body as she stepped was punctuated by the sound of her heels. She was holding something. "Y-Y-Yes, Mommy" She was holding a pair of playtex yellow rubber gloves. She was walking around him, taking her sweet time and stepping hard, enjoying the crack of her heels against the wooden floor. She clutched the gloves, pulling and stretching them roughly between her hands. "That's better. Tell me, Timmy, why are you wearing those stupid little undies" "Y-y-you t-t-told me to M-m-m-m-m-ommy" "Are you just acting STUPID, you little cocksucker! God, what a fuckin' dork. You're wearing those prissy boy undies because you're a FUCKING BABY!" She leaned over him, her hands on her hips. You couldn't see her face because of the camera, but Bill could clearly see the wide-eyed look of fear on Timmy's face as he looked up at her. Without realizing it, Timmy reached his hands to the front of his undies, and started rubbing himself through the cotton fabric, consoling himself as young boys do. "You filthy little shit. Get you're little hands off that RIDICULOUS LITTLE THING! What a sorry little excuse for a boy you are!" And with that she straightened up, lifted one foot to his chest and started pushing with her heel against his chest, angling the chair back. Timmy's feet were still on the ground, but the way he was positioned, his whole upper body was balanced awkwardly on the rear legs of the chair; She could topple him over with the slightest additional push of her foot. He moved just enough to comply, taking his hands away from his crotch, but that was it. He was afraid any other sharp movement would tip the chair over. "M-m-m-mommy, please!" Timmy was crying now. Bill started moving his hand faster, putting the remote down and using his free hand to caress his balls. It was coming. Gabriella slowly let the chair down. "Tell you what, sweetie..." She was switching gears now, moving in for the kill, "Mommy knows what you want. Do you believe that?" "Yes Mommy" "Mommy knows what little boys like. You like to rub yourself, don't you?" She was whispering, leaning down over him, the stillness of her hushed voice reached deep into the boy, like a prayer. "Tell Mommy what you like." "I like to rub myself." Timmy sounded far away, as if he was in some sort of trance. "Tell Mommy that Timmy likes to rub his little winkie." "I like to rub my little winkie." "And tell Mommy what you think about?" "I think - about you, Mommy." Bill's heart was beating feverishly, his hand was rubbing his cock raw as he watched Gabriella, loving the sound of arousal in her teasing voice. "Go ahead, Timmy, go ahead, rub yourself while you're telling me." Gabriella sat back on the couch, and crossed her legs the same way she did before. This time she let her pump dangle, swinging it in front of the boy, like a hypnotist. "Sure Timmy, pull those little undies down, you little BABY!" She was laughing, a high pitched, quick little giggle that sent a delicious thrill through Bill's groin. Timmy slid his undies around his ankles and started rubbing himself, rubbing his little peter. "Timmy I can't even see that little thing. Are you sure its all the way up?" Timmy was rubbing like a boy scout trying to start a fire, his body perched on the baby seat, his hair flailing all around as he did himself. Gabriella taunted him. All Bill could see of her was her legs, from the thigh tops of her stocking to the dangling pump. But that voice, that musical, sweet vixen voice was tearing his guts out. So cruel it was, so knowing. "You're not saying anything, Timmy, I though you were going to tell Mommy what it was you thought about. Something you can't say?" You could hear the play in her voice, the inner smirk. She let her pump drop to the floor. She started flexing her toes in front of Timmy, flexing them slowly within their mesh of white nylon, the gold of her ankle bracelet glittering. "Maybe it's my feet?" Her voice turned slightly, some annoyance coming to the surface. "Lick my feet, you little shithole!" Some precum formed on the tip of Bills cock. She pushed her foot into Timmy's face, "Go ahead, you little shit! Sniff my feet while you wank your LITTLE PUD. Get a good sniff, you little puke, you'll be doing this you're whole life!" Bills whole body stiffened, and he shot a huge load of stuff all over his hand. He paused the tape while he cleaned himself. ========================================================= -----------== Posted via Deja News, The Discussion Network ==---------- http://www.dejanews.com/ Search, Read, Discuss, or Start Your Own -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----