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Subject: {ASSM} "Sitter"  by  deirdre  (MF, FF, D/s bdsm)  --  rp  by  H. Jekyll  and  Please Cain
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Sitter 
by deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will finish reposting all 156 stories this month (hopefully)

While you're following the a.s.s.m. 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest,"
enjoy! There's still time to contribute.

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Date: Fri, 20 May 1994 19:56:07 UTC

Turn Ons

If you'd like to know what turns me on, all you have to do is read the
stories. But I'll repeat myself and talk about it anyway. You may have
noticed that some of my stories have little or no sex in them. Aside
from finding it interesting to write a story that might make you
*think* you remember sex in it later even though there was nothing, I
don't really enjoy prose that is nothing but mechanical descriptions of
sex acts. Nor do I like "poetic" depictions. And I think I'm rather bad
at both: I occasionally enjoy reading such things, but not the ones
I've attempted. I'm happy to write the events leading up, outline the
activities and let the reader's mind fill in the details.

Obviously that's not to say my stories aren't rather "dirty". When
there is sex, it's probably not vanilla. I'm definitely turned on by
same-sex experiences, bondage, domination & submission, oral sex, anal
sex, non-consensual sex, spankings, paddlings, and whippings. But also
by unexpected sex and seductions and people reversing roles (e.g. from
top to bottom). And I also like stories with absolutely no sex at all-
-I definitely have a romantic streak in me. I simply don't write such
stories (at least not now) and am unlikely to post any. I'm interested
in what is going on in people's heads--especially the people who are
being dragged along for the ride.

One thing I've noticed is that my stories are not exactly the same as
my sexual fantasies used to be. They've influenced my fantasies: now
when I have a fantasy, I find myself thinking "that would be good
expressed in words" or "that wouldn't work as a story." -- deirdre

Disclaimer: this is not reality; it is a string of words. The author
does not wish to live out the experiences described. The author does
not wish anyone to live out the experiences described. If you lack the
maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no circumstances read
this story without the express permission and guidance of someone more
mature. -- deirdre

Sitter 
by deirdre

Easy. The baby was in bed by 8:30 and went right to sleep. The kind of
job I could really get addicted to. I just watched TV and read some
magazines, waiting for Mr. & Mrs. Jason to return.

I heard them get out of their car about 11:15. I was a little
surprised: I had expected them to stay out later. They came in
laughing... and there was another woman with them. That was certainly
unusual. They noticed me, seeming almost surprised, and then Mrs. Jason
introduced the woman as Anne as she payed me. Then she and Anne went to
the back of the house toward the bedrooms and I was left alone. I was a
little surprised since I needed a ride home.

Then Anne came out and told me she would drive me home. She seemed a
little younger than Mrs. Jason, probably in her late twenties, and was
extremely attractive. She was wearing pants and a top. The material
looked thin, but the outfit was certainly elegant. She was friendly
enough, and took me out to the Jason's car to go home.

She talked on the way and asked me about school and my activities. She
also asked me if I had a boyfriend, something I didn't relish talking
about (I don't have one) and about my friends. She also told me that if
she had her teenage years to live over again, she would worry a lot
less and speak up a lot more. That was certainly something that I'd
heard before.

We finally arrived at our house and Anne walked me to the front door.
That seemed a little over-protective to me, but I didn't really mind
too much. My mom met us at the door and Anne introduced herself. I went
on upstairs and got ready for bed. I could hear Anne talking to Mom and
wondered what they were talking about. I could still hear their talking
as I got in bed.

"Who's that?" It was Rachel, my sister, who had come in my room,
obviously wondering who Mom was talking to. Rachel is a year older than
I am, but we get along pretty well. She hadn't turned on the lights and
was keeping her voice low.

"A lady who brought me home from babysitting," I answered.

"Mrs. Jason?"

"No, some friend of hers."

"Listen!" said Rachel. I listened. "They're going outside," she
continued. We went to the front window and peeked out through the
curtain. Anne and Mom were getting in the Jasons' car! They drove off.
"Where are they going?" asked Rachel.

"I don't know. I don't think Mom knows her."

"They must be going back to the Jasons'. Let's go see." She talked me
into it.

Rachel had just gotten her drivers license and liked to drive. We
hurried, putting on coats over our nightgowns, and drove to the Jasons'
house and I saw the car. We parked a couple of houses down and walked
over and into their back yard. The windows were a little high to peek
in, but we looked in a few and finally saw them, in the Jasons'
bedroom!

I couldn't believe my eyes! Neither Rachel nor I said a thing--we just
stared! Mom was standing there, wearing nothing but a bra! She and Mrs.
Jason were just standing there, both wearing just bras, about 8 feet
apart, looking at each other! They didn't move, but just faced straight
ahead. Mr. Jason was there, too, nude, lying on the bed, on his back,
spread eagle, his hands and ankles tied to the corners of the bed! He
was blindfolded! His cock was sticking straight up! No one moved. I
didn't see Anne anywhere.

We stared. Anne came in the room. No one moved. She put a blindfold on
Mom, who alowed her to do it without moving a muscle. Then she put a
couple pillows under Mr. Jason's ass--Mr. Jason seemed to be willing to
arch his body to let her slide them under-- then she led Mom to the
bed, got her to stand on it, straddle Mr. Jason, and descend on Mr.
Jason's cock! As soon as it was in Mom, her expression changed. She
started bouncing up and down, sliding on Mr. Jason's cock. She looked
like she was beyond caring about anything. Anne went and got Mrs. Jason
and led her to straddle Mr. Jason's face. She knelt down until she was
right on his face. Then she got a look on her face, and I could easily
imagine what I couldn't quite see between her legs.

We stared at them, still not saying a thing. Minutes went by, but I
couldn't take my eyes off them. They just kept going and going.

"I can't believe it," I finally said. Rachel didn't answer. We just
stared.

"Do you think they've done this before?" I asked. Rachel still didn't
answer. I looked at her.

It wasn't Rachel standing next to me--it was Anne! My heart started
beating hard--I couldn't believe it. I stared. Where was Rachel?

I stared at her. She glanced away from the window at me and then looked
back in the window. "I think you understand," she said. She sounded
like we were sharing a secret.

"Where's my sister?" I asked. Anne didn't say anything, but glanced
back behind us. I looked back. On the ground, Rachel was lying, nude!
She was blindfolded, and lying on her side, curled up. She was
breathing hard! Her coat and nightgown were in a little pile, next to
her.

I looked back at Anne, and stared. She was still watching Mom and the
Jasons through the window. She looked up at me.

"Come here," she said, and she took my hand, leading me past Rachel.
Rachel just lay there, breathing. She took me into the back door and
down the stairs to the basement. She opened a cabinet and got
something, and led me over to one of the walls. There were rings
attached to the wall. She handed me a whip! I stared at it in my hands.

Then she slipped off her pants and her panties, leaving her nude below
the waste! She faced the wall and grabbed two rings that were up, over
her shoulders. There I was, holding the whip and she was hanging on the
wall. I looked at her rear, nude.

"Do it!" she said. I stared. "I think you understand this," she said. I
still just stared. "Touch me with it, to get yourself started. Do it!"
I finally broke out of my paralysis and touched it to her rear.

"Now, whip it! *You* understand this." She sounded like she and I
shared something. I swung the whip, hitting her rear, but only very
lightly. I can't believe I even did that!

"Harder! You can do it! As hard as you can! *Please*!" There was
desperation in her voice now. I still stood there, wondering what to
do.

Finally she dropped her arms. She picked up her pants and pulled them
on. No underpants. Then she took my hand and drew me back upstairs. I
dropped the whip on the basement floor. She drew me to the bedroom.
Rachel was in there, naked, blindfolded, standing. Her wrists were
bound together and tied to a hook in the ceiling, making her stand. Mom
was in a similar position, across the room. Mrs. Jason unhooked Mom
from the ceiling, though leaving her wrists bound. She led Mom, still
blindfolded, across to Rachel. They were both still wearing only bras.
Mr. Jason was still tied to the bed, but now was face down. Pillows
were under his rear, making it stick up. Something was sticking out of
his rear end.

Mrs. Jason made Mom kneel in front of Rachel. "I think you understand,"
whispered Anne in my ear. Mrs. Jason pushed Mom's head right into
Rachel's cunt. Mom started licking! Mrs. Jason stood behind Mom,
straddling her calves, pushing her pelvis into the back of Mom's head,
her hands on the sides of Mom's head. She leaned over and brushed
Rachel's lips with her own. Rachel was breathing deeply. "You
understand *all* this, I *know* you do," Anne said to me quietly;
"You're not like *them*." She took my hand and held it against her
breast. Her top was thin, it was almost like touching her skin. She
didn't wear a bra. It felt so good. I felt her chest heaving. 

Rachel was coming. My fingers were moving, caressing.

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