Eighteen year old, Dan Boynton has just inherited his family estate following his parents' tragic death. Rattling around his lonely old house, he spies his sexy twenty-four year old neighbor sunbathing nude. The buxom, beautiful Amazon Jen used to babysit for him years ago. He fondly remembers the innocent games they used to play -- cops and robbers, cowboys and Indians, with Dan the victim and Jen a powerful villainess who could make him do anything she wanted.
Now all grown up, he thinks a date with Jen might be a ticket to a whole new world of fun and games. But when Jen shows up on his doorstep dressed in eye-popping leather, it's clear that she'll take their games to a whole new level! He fears, he'll be her hapless victim once again. She starts right off with a nasty punishment for his spying on her. Then after binding him to the bed, she promises to fuck away his virginity, if he agrees to submit. What else can he do! Daniel has never been able to say no to the luscious Jen, and he can't say no now. But suddenly his cock is locked away in a chastity cage, and Jen begins to systematically turn her charge into the perfectly feminized Danielle, her dutiful servant.
Mistress Jen demands a whole new level of submission. When Jen installs a secret dungeon in the house, the subjugation and humiliation of Danielle turn brutal. Completely emasculated, 'she' serves her formidable Mistress, suffering bondage, punishment, branding, piercing, ponygirl training, pubic humiliation, chastity, body modification, strap-on sex, enemas, catheters and much more!
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November 12, 2009
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Excerpt from Sins of the Sitter by Lance Edwards
The thought of finally losing my virginity, and to the only woman I've ever considered worthy of giving it up to, has had me in an anticipatory tizzy ever since Jen and I made our date earlier in the day. Now my system responds to the sound of chiming by kicking my heart rate into overdrive and setting swarms of butterflies loose in my belly. Immediately, I race down the stairs and over to the front door. I take a second to collect myself and pull it open. Then, for the second time today, my jaw drops open although this time it's as much in unaffected admiration as astonishment.
Surely this towering apparition can't be real. She must be a wet dream come to life, or a gloriously vengeful goddess come down to Earth to collect the souls of her chosen sinners. Her incredible beauty and intimidating size are immensely accentuated by an absolutely smashing black leather outfit.
To start with, her hair has been curled just enough to make it even more alluring. Her make-up job is minimal yet perfectly applied. Yet that's but the bare beginning. Her pointy-toed, stiletto-heeled boots give her nearly a full foot of height on me, putting her incredible breasts at just the level of my shocked-wide eyes.
Her pants are skin-tight and decorated with shiny steel spikes along the seams. Most amazing of all, those watermelon breasts are uplifted and only barely contained by a skimpy matching black leather silver-spiked brassiere. Otherwise, she wears only similarly matching spike-studded collars about her neck and biceps, and fingerless, knuckle-spiked gloves encase her big strong hands. A huge, sparkling diamond stud decorates her otherwise completely bare belly, and inch-long silver scimitars dangle from her earlobes. Taken in all at once, this impossibly arousing ensemble is as fearsome as it is unprecedented. Never have I ever seen any woman dressed thus, much less my completely familiar yet never mundane girl-next-door. I can only stand there and goggle up her while Jen smiles grimly down at me, reveling in my appalled, awestruck arousal.
She gives me nearly a full minute to appreciate her incredibly intimidating appearance. Then she barges in uninvited. Stepping right up to me, she blatantly invades my personal space. The bare upper slopes of her leather-clad breasts brush my nose; and, without a word, she reaches down and boldly gropes my crotch. Feeling my throbbing erection, she finally deigns to speak to me.
"Look how hard you are!" she breathes down.
"College has made a whole new woman out of your babysitter, hasn't it? Or maybe it just finally fully unleashed a potential your childhood spent under my power certainly helped develop.
"In any case, beginning tonight, we're going to set about exploring that mutual potential to the very fullest. Now get me a fucking drink, boy! I want a double bourbon on the rocks!"
"Yes, ma'am," I manage, the honorific issuing from me unbidden. I'm immediately unmanned and continue as obsequiously as I can.
"If you'll come with me, I'll take you to the bar, DVD collection, and a fifty-eight inch high-definition plasma-screen TV."
"Good boy," my hulking neighbor purrs. Then she follows so close behind me I swear I can feel her breathing down the back of my neck as we mount the stairs and make our way to the master bedroom.
Once there she moves immediately to the couch I'd placed before the TV. She opens a small black handbag, lights up a joint, and picks up the list I'd printed out detailing the entire inventory of the DVDs that I'd either acquired or inherited. Meanwhile, I go to the bar and pour us a pair of Wild Turkeys.
Normally, I don't drink hard liquor - there's also a keg of Beck's Dark on tap and that usually suits me. But given my former babysitter's intimidating new appearance and attitude - which I'm now forced to admit was quite more than hinted at in her earlier incarnation as the only true authority in my life - I feel it's best to ingratiate myself with her as much as possible. I return, bringing the bottle and ice bucket with me. I set them down, serve her whiskey, and right away she points out a title on the sheet.
"There: Aliens. The extended director's cut. We'll watch that."
Dutifully, I retrieve the disk, insert it, and begin playback. Then I take my drink and join her on the couch, careful to leave a respectful space between us. Jen, however, has other ideas.
"Scoot over here, Danny. I won't bite. At least not yet..."
I obey and right away she wraps a big strong arm about my shoulders. She pulls me up tight against her, my short, slight form dwarfed by her big voluptuous one.
"Now keep quiet," she orders. "This is one of my favorite movies, and I've never seen the extended version. I don't want to miss anything."
I sit and remain dutifully silent, utterly blown away to be enfolded so by this huge, gorgeous older woman.
Her left breast is squashed against my shoulder, her body is oh-so big and warm, and the heady female smell of her is indescribably delicious. As sexually, romantically, and even human contact-deprived as I've always been, Jen has me in heaven already. I work steadily on my drink and make no demurral as she periodically freshens us both up, even though her body weight, experience, and overall tolerance dwarf mine. Then as the film progresses, and Sigourney Weaver's Ripley character develops from an unsure peripheral role into an aggressive, dominating force and, finally, into an absolutely iconic action-movie protagonist, the similarly powerful female sitting next to me can't help but violate her own order. Ever more emphatically, she extols Ripley's perfect combination of motherly nurturing and ass-kicking aggression.
"Look at her! She makes the entire squad of highly-trained male soldiers look like pussy little wimps! The only one who can hold a candle to her is the only other female in the cast: the buffed-up Vasquez, who wields the biggest weapon and is the platoon's most effective soldier. And, of course, the two men who are supposed to be in authority are the weakest links of all: the incompetent, ineffectual lieutenant and the treacherous, effeminate company man. God, I love this movie! It's the one mainstream sci-fi action franchise that tells it like it is: with the women properly dominant and the males exposed as the weak, limited creatures they are!"
She goes on and on in this vein, more and more exposing and alluding to the radically feminist indoctrination she's received while away at college. This is both unsettling and arousing to me, and ever more the latter as I get drunker. Self-deluding barriers begin to break down, and I'm force to recognize that it's the air of superiority she's had over me from a very impressionable age, more than her will-sapping beauty and monolithic size, that form the keystone of my attraction to her.
Still, it's a little scary hearing her scathing talk and wondering what other radical new attitudes and appetites her years at college have unleashed in her. As unbearably horny as I am, and desperate to finally have sex with this icon of aggressive femininity, even being increasingly drunk isn't enough to give me the courage to make the first move on her. As weak and insecure as the stereotypical male she constantly derides, I slump quietly against her, clutched in her one-armed embrace and quietly waiting to follow whatever lead she takes. Then finally the movie ends, and the evening's real entertainment gets underway.
Ripley slays the monster, adopts the child fate has placed in her care, and the credits roll. My erstwhile babysitter squeezes me even tighter against her soft warm side then, and sighs with exquisite satisfaction.
"That was so spectacular. That movie never fails to fire me up. Thank you for the invitation tonight, Danny, and for having the wherewithal to indulge my rather particular tastes. I'm most pleased with you right now."
Naturally, my heart soars with this, and I burrow ever deeper into her big warm flank. But then her voice and manner suddenly harden.
"However, that doesn't mean I've forgotten about your absolutely necessary punishment! On the contrary, it just makes me that much more determined and excited about delivering it.
"You know that you were a very bad boy this morning, Daniel. We absolutely have to relive some old times in response. There is no alternative. So now I'm going to give you a very hard, extended, good old-fashioned bare-assed butt-spanking, just like I used to. Any objections, boy?"
And there it is at last, the key to everything that's been driving me tonight. In the few brief seconds before I respond, I'm cast back twelve full years into the past to relive those crucially formative times in my mind.
Eleven years and five seconds later, I'm yanked back to the present by my gorgeous former babysitter in her now entirely predictable new persona. I blink up at her as she crushes me to her huge, leather-clad body, glaring down at me with an impatience and barely controlled zeal that has my already rock-hard cock pulsing madly in its confinement.
"Don't you agree that you were a very naughty boy for spying on me today and for buying who knows how much disgusting pornography to jerk off to all these years? Don't you think you need to be severely punished for all of this?"
Of course, as Susan Sarandon says in Bull Durham, guys will put up with anything if they think it's foreplay. But, after this flood of recollection, I don't even need this excuse. Somehow, in my terrible loneliness, I'd put the truly depraved extent of our former relationship almost entirely out of mind the last few years. All these memories now crashing in are incredibly arousing and yet scary as hell.
Do I really want to go there again? And do I actually have a choice? My painfully hard and pulsing prick says that I do and don't respectively. Conquered again, and this time as a legally recognized adult, I eagerly if uneasily submit to my former and soon to be forever owner.
"Yes, Jennifer. I was a very bad boy this morning. I definitely should have closed the shutters as soon as I realized it was you over there and that you were naked. Spying on you, and treating you like some kind of pornographic sex object, was inexcusable. I deserve to be spanked now as never before."
"Yes, you do!" affirmed Jennifer. "And I will amply punish you for that first felony immediately. Later, I will also most appropriately and permanently punish you for jerking off, and for every time you've done so before and I wasn't around to catch you at it. But first, we are finally going to relive some wonderfully exciting old times: the bare beginning of our new relationship. Stand up here in front of me!"
Tremulously, I obey her. And right away she rips open my pants and yanks both them and my briefs all the way down around my ankles, just as she used to. But then my erstwhile babysitter finally reveals real evidence of her recent extreme education.
Instead of just bending me over her lap like before, she first positions me properly and then bends my cock all the way down until it points straight at the floor. Then, when she folds me over her leathery lap, my erection is excruciatingly back-bent.
Still, in this unnatural configuration, it throbs and burns like never before, and if the pain is magnified alarmingly, then the masochistic pleasure I take in this renewed acquaintance is enhanced even more. I'm keening with need even before she delivers the first of surely another ten thousand or so future spanks.
And then that first one falls: a stinging smack against my ass that is all nostalgia. The pain and shame I feel at being punished by my beautiful guardian is as intense as it ever was. Yet, the arousal is now undiluted, no longer a glandular mystery but a most driving delight. I moan happily at this long overdue re-acquaintance and squirm deliciously as the spanks smack steadily down, a rain of uncounted blows I suddenly want never to end. Soon my entire ass burns with pain, and my face flushed with a most compelling shame, as my former babysitter begins to harangue me as she punishes me in another eerie echo of yesteryear.
"Who's in charge here, boy? Who has total authority over you? Who is your superior? I am! I am your superior in every imaginable way! I am older than you, smarter than you, and far more educated than you! I'm much bigger than you, much stronger than you, much better-looking than you, and far more sexually desirable. I am everything a human being should be, and you are nothing! Less than nothing! So, from now on, you will always obey me instantly and absolutely, just as you did as a child! In fact, you're still a child compared to me, and you always will be! So get used to this again, you naughty little boy! I still own you body and soul, and it's my right, my privilege, and above all, my duty, to punish you whenever I see fit!"
She goes on in this fashion, spanking me ever harder; and, despite my runaway arousal, the connected pain and shame eventually have me sobbing like the worshipful little boy I've suddenly reverted to. Only then does Jen at last cease beating me.
"All right, that's enough. Stand up."
Painfully I rise, still crying, and stand before her staring shamefully at the floor.
"Stop sniveling! That's what you get for being a dirty little boy. And stop rubbing your bottom. Let the pain recede on its own."
Again I obey and try to cross my hands in front of me. Immediately Jen slaps them away, exposing my still urgently upright measly three (if that) inches. She seizes this, easily wrapping the entirety of my erection in her hand, and starts slowly, firmly pulling on it.
"Look at you! You're crying, but you're still as big and hard as a pathetic little shit like you can get. You loved that, just like you did in the old days. Didn't you?"
"Yes, Ma'am," I mumble.
"I suppose you'll begin purposefully misbehaving again too. Don't think I didn't know all about that! You're just lucky I love dishing it out as much as you love taking it. Well all right then. Either way, the ass-beating is just beginning. But now it's over with for tonight. Take off all your clothes and get in bed."
Finally! My heart soars at this, and I race to comply. But instead of following suit, Jennifer merely withdraws a pair of shiny steel handcuffs from her bag and follows me. Once I'm lying on my back in bed, she leans over and takes my entire prick into her mouth as easily as she did her hand.
She sucks hard on me, and my fantastic ecstasy at this first-ever experience is boundless. Her tongue tickles that oh-so sensitive underside, and then she bobs up and down, professionally fellating me until I'm gasping and groaning, clutching handfuls of satin sheet and hovering on the bare verge of ejaculating. Then she abruptly stops and orders me to roll over.
Mystified and cruelly denied, I comply. Straightaway she pulls my arms around behind my back and cuffs my wrist together.
"There!" she declares. "Your punishment for masturbating starts right now. You will never touch yourself again unless I allow it. These cuffs should keep you from indulging in any more filthy, forbidden activities. And as I recall, you used to beg me to put you in bondage. You enjoyed that even more than being beaten! So enjoy it now!"
What? I can't believe this! She's right, of course. But...but...
"But aren't we going to have sex?" I hear myself whine. "Aren't you going to 'relieve me of my virginity'?"
"Hell no!" Jen scoffs at this. "Leastwise not tonight. No, there will be no sex for you, you dirty little boy. Instead, you're going to lie here helpless all night and remember what used to happen to you when you really got dirty. I'll be back for you tomorrow afternoon. You can make me dinner so start planning recipes. After all, how many times did I cook for you? Then later, we'll relive some more old times. Until then, good-bye."
I still can't believe this! And yet, without another word, she turns her back on me and marches out the door, leaving me handcuffed, naked, amazingly erect, and incredibly horny. My raging-hot cock is still cool and wet with her saliva, still tingling with the aftermath of sensations as heavenly as they were unprecedented.