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Archive name: Sittercam.txt (F/m-f/dom-fetish)
Authors name: Pervitron@Hotmail.com
Story Title : The Sitter-Cam PART 1 of 2
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WARNING: The following story contains graphic descrip-
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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.
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5. This is a FANTASY. No one should act towards
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Story: SitterCam Part 1 of 2
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 her 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 there a few months ago.
His new job would be difficult; He'd have to work
late almost every night over 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 her 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 red 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'd be her slave forever. He'd do any-
thing, 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 with 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 is 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." Think-
ing 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 Timmy's balls
but Bill noticed that they were becoming bulkier, and
his young cock 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 in the wall unit, just to the right of the
TV and VCR. That way he could monitor anyone sit-
ting on the couch in front of the TV, and even if 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 wonderful 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 review-
ing the tapes, not expecting to find anything,
really. He felt a tingle as he thought about the
tapes. "What does Gabriella do all night?"
"Nothing really. Just watch TV."
========
Saturday rolled around and 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 in 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.
He noticed his son 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 in 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 was saying 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 him-
self. "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 ankles, his bare middle laying half
on her skirt, and the other half on her white
stockings.
"There little 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 must have 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 pressing against me!" 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 for a moment. The tape
was silent, except for Timmy's sobbing. Gabriella
leaned over him, 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," she 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 sub-
sided, Gabriella started in again, the tips
of her fingers started their little dance by
the boy's balls again. Bill grew stiff again 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, alter-
nating 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, stand up
little man," she said calmly. Timmy rose slowly,
and when he stood up, 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 current 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
the day before 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 pumps 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 cock-
sucker? 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 angle,
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 him-
self through the cotton fabric, consoling himself
as young boys do.
"You filthy little shit. Get you're 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 own 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 had
done 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,
making it slick.
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 his huge
load of spunk all over his hand. He paused the
tape while he cleaned himself.
Continued in part 2...
-=*=-
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a certain point of view."
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