Author: Pervitron
Title: SitterCam
Summary: Some people use a secret camera to check on their babysitters. If 
you're like this Dad, you'll fry the VCR watching little Timmy with the 
HEARTLESS BITCH you hired. 
Keywords: Fm, FM, voy, Fdom, ped, va, span, humil

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 1. Copyright (c) June 1998 - 2008.

 2. The persons and situations depicted in this story
 are entirely fictitious. Any similarities to actual
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 5.  This is a FANTASY.  No one should act towards children
 in the manner depicted her.  
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 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 thought
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 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'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.

          
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"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"


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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.

                
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It was so strange.  There was no sign of any effect on Timmy
during the week.  Bill knew what it was like to be worked over
like that.  That was the reason he was like this, the imprint of
those early experiences with Mrs. Johnson had left him a boyhood
of shame, and an adult lifetime of seeking that excitement again. 
But Timmy seemed as happy as ever, giving Gabriella a big smile
and a kiss as she left each day.

That was why he hesitated.  Could he be imagining this?

"Tom, are you sure Gabriella is good with the kids?"

"Sure, Becky and Linda both love her."  Tom sounded so reassuring
on the phone.  "Besides," he said, man-to-man, "with a body like
that, I'd keep her around even if she wasn't that good.  She is
one fine piece of ass."  He hesitated, "You had her yet?"

"No, you?"  Bill was amazed.

"No, I wish, but she seems so cold. I can't stop hoping. Mmmmmm!"


                
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"Was Timmy a good boy today, Gabriella?"  Bill asked evenly,
trying not to add any emphasis whatsoever to "good boy."

"Oh, that son of yours," Gabriella threw her backpack on and
looked back at him as she was walking out the door.  "He's really
no trouble, very well behaved."  Bill thought he caught a spark,
something extra in the dark eyes as they looked back over her
shoulder. "He's really sweet."

Bill watched her leave, and wondered.  He watched the swing of
her ass, the smooth shape of it rocking in her jeans, the way the
ringlets of her jet black hair shook slightly as her body moved. 
And the feet! Barefoot beneath her jeans, she was wearing sandals
today.  Bill caught a glimpse the dark purple nail polish before
she turned away. Her insteps and toes were the color of beach
sand.

"Bye now!" She looked back quickly over her shoulder at him, and
winked.  She knew he was watching her, and the light in her eyes
and the curl of her lips said she liked it.

Bill thought about her all through dinner.  Timmy was quiet,
pensive, and Bill wondered what had happened today.  He'd watch
the tape once Timmy was asleep.  Bill couldn't get that look she
had out of his mind, the way her knowing eyes looked through him
at that last goodbye.  He was sure she knew all about him, knew
he was just like Timmy inside, hanging on every inflection of her
voice, loving the sound of her laughing at him.  Bill was hard as
a rock.

"Timmy, I think we're going to stop using Gabriella."  Bill
surprised himself by saying this, shocked that the decent father
within him spoke up.

"C'mon Dad!!"  Timmy's blue eyes brightened.  He was pleading. 
"C'mon, I like her, we get along great!  Why?"

Bill knew what was going on inside his little boy, he knew that
Gabriella had captured the boy's soul.  It would be just like
Mrs. Johnson was with him. He'd spend the rest of his life
thinking about her, trying to recapture the thrill of having a
woman speak to him with that amused contempt, the inner tingle at
the sight of a strong woman glaring down at him with pitiless
eyes.  So many times Bill thought he found the woman, only to
suffer disappointment when she just didn't get it.  He hated all
those times he risked showing a part of himself to a woman, gave
the woman an opening, practically begged her for some abuse, only
to have her stare back at him, blankly, puzzled at what was going
on.  Bill would give anything for one afternoon with Mrs.
Johnson, any woman who loved the thrill of climbing on top.

Of, course, Bill thought.  That's why Timmy doesn't show any
effect. Bill realized that his inner pain only started after Mrs.
Johnson left.  Anyone who saw him before then would see only a
happy boy, because the presence of the woman in his life
completely enthralled him.  It was only afterward, when he
realized that he'd never know anything like those feelings again,
and that those feelings could never be openly shared with anyone,
that he grew unhappy and morose.

"C'mon Dad, pleeeasee?"

Bill knew what the right thing to do was.  The boy's soul was
already marked, and there was no good reason to deny him
Gabriella.  Let the boy have his fill of her, because a woman
like that is so hard find again.

"Ok, son, I guess if you like her that much..."

            =============================================

That second week, Bill checked the tapes every night.  He wasn't
about to wait until the end of the week. Each night, after Timmy
was asleep, Bill got ready.  He took the tape out of the machine,
and placed it in the VCR.  He got himself a beer and a box of
tissues, and settled back in his recliner with the remote, fast
forwarding, looking for action.  He stopped when he saw Timmy.

Timmy was standing right up against the camera, probably looking
for the remote or a tape to watch on top of the wall unit where
the camera was located.  He could hear Timmy looking for
something, moving things around.  Bill heard the VCR mechanism;
Timmy was going to watch a tape.  Timmy sat back on the couch
with the remote.  This is weird, Bill thought.  Here I am
watching Timmy, and it looks like he's watching me.  Bill was
also puzzled, since there was no sign of Gabriella.

Timmy was fast forwarding, like he was looking for something.  He
pressed play.  At first all Bill could hear was cheap music, then
silence.  Movement he couldn't quite decipher, and low voices. A
man's voice, and a woman's.  The man would ask a question, and
the woman would answer, usually with a giggle.  It was like an
interview.  

Timmy hit the fast forward, running the tape for a minute or so,
then played it at normal speed.  Bill could hear the man's voice
again.  "Ohhhhh yeah, baby, suck that cock."  Timmy was watching
an X-rated movie.  Where did that come from?  Bill kept his
collection locked. Bill watched the boy slide his pants down and
start to rub himself.

Bill realized why Gabriella was gone.  She set a trap for the
boy, leaving a tape around, and going out knowing the boy would
find it.  The situation got Bill hard too, the sight of his boy
there, pulling his meat watching a blow job on the big TV, not
realizing what was in store for him.  But Bill knew, he knew the
scene, and how the game was played. Gabriella would appear at any
moment, and Timmy would have to answer for what he was doing. 
Bill started to stroke himself in anticipation, leaning back in
the recliner, looking across his cock at his son.

Bill thought of speeding ahead, to see if indeed Gabriella would
spring out at the boy.  But he didn't want to, not just yet.  The
sight of his son there was just so sweet, the way the boy looked
with longing at the screen, delaying his gratification just like
Bill was, loving the deep hypnotic sight of sex on the screen.

"You're at it again, you little fucker!"  Bill jumped when he
heard Gabriella's voice, as if she was his tormentor, not his
son's  Timmy was desperately trying to cover himself, both hands
working to close his pants over his pecker.  Gabriella glared at
the screen: "Fuck, look at this shit you're watching.  You little
shitbag, you get off thinking woman will put that SORRY ASS THING
in their mouth!"  She stood over him in her high heels.  "Stand
up!"  

Timmy tried to pull his pants up as he stood, but she said: "No,
you like having that THING out so much, leave it out!  Don't you
move a FUCKING INCH!"

Bill could hear her heels on the floor, walking away towards the
kitchen.  Timmy just stood there in front of the, his pants
around his knees.  Despite his surprise, he was still fully
erect, Bill knew where his mind was at with Gabriella; He was
beyond shame and embarrassment.  The boy was still looking at the
TV, staring wide-eyed at the blow job, as if he knew his role in
the drama. 

Gabriella's footsteps grew louder, and before she was back her
mouth started;  "Didn't you hear what I said, you SICK LITTLE
ASSHOLE!  Why are you still watching that shit! Turn it off!" 
Timmy moved as quickly as he could towards the TV, almost
waddling because his pants were still down.  He turned it off.

She stood before him.  Again, her face was off the top of the
screen. Timmy wasn't looking up at her, he just stared at what
she was holding.  The same pair of yellow playtex gloves.

"Listen, you little PUKE: What do you think I have these for?"

"I-I-I don't know."  Bill could hardly hear the boy.

"I don't know WHAT?"

"I don't know, Mommy."  Bill could see that Timmy was looking at
the gloves, and he could also see that the boy was still hard.

"We'll sometimes Mommy uses these if she has to touch something
gross, something DIRTY.  Do you know why I brought them here?"

Timmy just looked at up her, looked with his mouth open.

"Answer me, you little SHIT!"

Bill could see Timmy's lips moving, he saw the imploring way he
looked at her, and without actually hearing the words he knew
what his son said.

"That's not how we say it, though, TIMMY.  We have a name for
that USELESS LITTLE PIECE OF SHIT!  Use it!"  Her hands clenched
and tightened around the playtex gloves. Bill noticed Gabriella's
breasts.  They were heaving with passion, the nipples moving in
front of Timmy's face. 

"Mommy ... might ... touch my ... my ... winkie."  Timmy sounded
relieved to get the words out, he was looking again at her hands
stretching the gloves.  Perhaps hoping...

"Timmy, look at these gloves, see how rubbery they are..." she
was stretching them between her hands. "... See I can pull way,
way back, they're like rubber bands!  Look at me Timmy"

Timmy did as he was told, tearing his eyes away from the gloves,
looking up at her.  Bill could see Gabriella stretch the gloves
as far as they would go, Gabriella's biceps were hard with
tension, shaking, ready to let the gloves fly.  The gloves were
pointed right at Timmy's cock.  It wasn't hard anymore.

"Timmy, look at my eyes. Let's play a game.  Lets see how well
you know Mommy."  Her voice was honey sweet, sounding so lovely,
so soft, so loving.  "Ever get smacked with a rubber band?  LOOK
AT ME! Imagine what a hard rubber band snapping in a SENSITIVE
PART OF YOUR BODY would feel like?" Timmy continued to look up,
knowing exactly what she meant, but afraid to look down from
those eyes.  "See if you know Mommy. Do you think, TIMMY, that
Mommy might be angry if her little boy has DIRTY THOUGHTS about
WOMEN?"

"Y-y-y-yes Mommy"

"Bingo!" she said, as she let the gloves snap.  Timmy went down
like he was hit with a stun gun, he was doubled over in pain,
holding his wounded nuts, fighting back the tears.

Gabriella started pacing, walking around him like he was a dead 
carcass, whistling softly to herself while she gave the boy a 
moment to recover.  She wasn't done yet.

When Timmy straightened up he was facing the camera.  His face
was covered with hot tears, and his hands were still holding his
balls. Gabriella stopped walking, and came up behind him, placing
her hands gently on her shoulder.

"Silly boy," she whispered in his ear, "you'd rather Mommy was
nice to you right?"

"Y-y-yes, Mommy," still sniveling.

"You know, sweetie, there's a way you can always have the nice
Mommy."  Her hands moved from his shoulders, down his sides, and
slowly, softly moved to Timmy's belly.  She started tracing
gentle little circles around his bellybutton with the tips of her
long nails. Slowly widening circles.  

"Do you know what surrender means, Timmy?" Her hand stopped,
waiting for his response.

Timmy didn't know what to say. He watched her still hand on his
belly.

"You're little PUD knows what surrender means, baby.  See, it
responds to me."  Sure enough, even keeping her hand still, her
words started the excitement in the boy again. "Cocks are such
funny things; Do you have any idea how FUCKED UP that little
THING looks?" Timmy's cock was becoming aroused.  "Let me tell
you Timmy, if you ever showed that THING to any other girl, why
she'd just GIGGLE!" Timmy's cock was still coming alive, the
mockery only hastening its reappearance. "Look, you little
shitheel, you little SISSY ASS TWINK, look how that THING of your
likes this shit!"  Timmy looked down on it like it belonged to
someone else - it was hard as a rock now.

Bill stopped the tape.  This was too much; He needed to take a
moment.  He thought about Mrs. Johnson. The sounds Gabriella made
in her throat when she said those cruel things brought it all
flooding back to Bill.  Mrs. Johnson in her corset, watching tiny
Billy rubbing himself, giggling at him while he tried to bring
himself off.  Oh, Bill loved that feeling, all his life he
searched for someone like Mrs. Johnson, he listened carefully to
every woman's voice, and watched their eyes whenever he saw one
get angry.  Looking, always looking for that fire.  And now he
found her!  

He pressed play. Gabriella and Timmy resumed their drama.

"You know what a SISSY is, don't you, TIMMY?"  Gabriella took her
hand from his belly, and moved it behind Timmy.  Bill knew she
was scratching the boy's ass.

"Y-y-y-es ..... Mommy."  Timmy sounded like he was dreaming.

"I'll bet you've been called that, haven't you."  Gabriella was
speaking so softly, her wet lips drawing out every word.  "Lots
of times, I bet. Right, my little SISSY?"

"Y-y-y-es, boys call me that."  Timmy closed his eyes, you could
see the boy was going down where he'd never been before. 
Speaking secrets out loud, secret feelings that made his little
cock hard.

"I'll bet they're real boys too, big strong boys, tough boys with
REAL BIG, THICK COCKS.  What's that like, TIMMY, when those boys
call you that?" 

"I-i-i-t feels .... funny?" 

"FUNNY? think this is FUNNY you little shit?.  Want me to get
those gloves again?" The same deep anger, the slow burn, deep
guttural sound that made Bill cock jump.

"I-I-I mean, it feels .... g-good?"

"Yeah, you got that right, you sick little FAIRY.  C'mon, you
little QUEER, come with me!"

BILL heard her steps on the floor as she walked away.  Timmy
followed.  Bill could tell by the footfalls that they were going
upstairs.  The sounds dropped away.  The tape was silent and
motionless. Bill pressed fast forward.

When Bill saw Gabriella come back into view he resumed normal
tape speed.  Timmy wasn't there.  Gabriella sat on the couch and
picked up the remote herself; She was watching the tape again,
the same tape Timmy started watching to set the whole scene off. 
Bill could hear the man's voice from the tape:  "Yeah baby, suck
my big cock.  Get it all the way down your throat."

Gabriella paused the tape and called out, "C'mon down,
SISSY-POO!"

When Timmy appeared, Bill's heart leaped.  Timmy was dressed like
a little girl. Gabriella had braided his long blond hair into two
pigtails, each with a pink bow on the end.  He was wearing a
bright yellow jumper with a pattern of red hearts all over it. 
It clung tightly to the boy's body.  The shape of it against
Timmy's still childish form sent strange shivers through Bill. 
He was riveted by what he was seeing.

"Sit down, Timmy, lets watch this together."  Gabriella patted
the seat next to her, saying this with a big smile. "Just us
girls!" She resumed the tape.  "Oh, I don't really blame you for
what you did before, there's nothing like watching a slow blow
job!"

Timmy sat down where he was told. Timmy's eyes settled on the
screen, getting into the scene before him.

"Look at the size of that dick, TIMMY?  Can't you just taste that
BIG THING? Go ahead, sweetie, rub yourself if you want, it's ok!"

Timmy needed no encouragement. He slid the bottom of his dress
under him, exposing his silk panties. He leaned back into the
couch and exposed himself, pulling his stiff little member free.

"Take a good close look, TIMMY.  Look at the way her lips are all
stretched out, like she can't breathe!" 

Timmy was rubbing himself slowly, his eyes lost in the scene
before him.

"Don't you just love the way his hands are GRABBING HER HAIR
while he pushes down her throat!"

"Ohh." A small sound escaped involuntarily from the boy's mouth. 
He liked what he saw.

"Bet he reminds you of those big boys at school!  Oh, don't you
just love TOUGH BOYS, boys with REAL BIG BALLS"

Timmy was drawing breath through his teeth in quick whistles,
working himself, teasing his small little body feverishly.  His
pigtails started to dance as his movements accelerated.

"Aren't blow jobs great!  Don't this just make you feel all dizzy
inside, you SISSY LITTLE SHITBALL!"

Bill could see his son's excitement crest. The sight of the
action on the screen, the feel of his little girl outfit, and the
words cutting deep channels in his feelings were sending the boy
into orbit.

"Yeah, get ready, here comes the money shot. Go faster, you SICK
LITTLE TURD, or you'll miss it! He's going to shoot his STUFF
down her throat.  Look, I think she wants to pull away. She
doesn't want him to cum in her mouth. There, watch her eyes,
she's struggling to pull away, but he's grabbing her hair. HE'S
NOT LETTING HER OFF HIM!"

Timmy started to cum:  "Ohhhhhhh, Fuck!" his little boy said as
he wanked himself to his dry climax.

The silence hung for a moment.

"That was fucking AWESOME, wasn't it, TIMMY?"  She let out a
long, deep sigh. She started to grin, slyly.  "Now watch, you
CANDY ASSED LITTLE FUCK BOY! Watch real closely."  She pointed at
the tape.  "See, that was a GUY!"  Timmy's mouth dropped open. 
"That was a guy GIVING HEAD, dressed in woman's clothes." 
Gabriella started laughing as she got up from the couch.  "Some
pretty QUEER BOY just like you!"

Timmy just sat there on the couch, staring at the blank screen,
hearing Gabriella's laughter echo through the house.

Bill took a tissue from the box and dried himself. He felt dizzy,
spent, as if his guts had been pulled apart during a deep sleep,
and rearranged into someone else. That was the last tape, he
knew.  There would be no more tapes. 


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When Gabriella arrived on Wednesday afternoon, Bill was waiting
for her; He had taken the afternoon off.

"Timmy won't be here today, Gabriella."

The sweet demon took it in stride, she walked in and sat down on
the kitchen chair.  She stretched her arms back behind her neck,
Bill could see her shapely breasts through the thin white
material of her shirt. "So I won't be babysitting, today, won't
I?"  Her dark eyes looked right through Bill, like fiery needles. 
"You guys are all the same, this is soooooo predictable."  Her
voice took on an angry tone, Bill recognized the sound of it from
the tapes: it was the start of a slow burn. "This happens all the
time, I watch the kids for a few weeks while their daddy sneaks
his little peaks at me."  Her hands clenched in a fist, Bills
could feel his blood surge within him.  "Then one day, what do
you know, something comes UP..." and she looked down at his
crotch.  She saw what she needed to, she knew just what she was
dealing with.  This would be easy. "...The little BRAT isn't
here.  Just Daddy, who thinks he's going to get his jollies off!" 

Bill fought to get the words he rehearsed out:  "I-I-I kn-n-now
what you and Timmy have been doing."  He couldn't look away from
those eyes.

Gabriella got comfortable in the chair.  She leaned back and
crossed her legs, holding her top leg far out in front, the way
he saw so many times from the tapes.  Bill's eyes accepted the
invitation, they drank in the sight of Gabriella's foot.  She was
bare today, no stockings.  She was wearing heels, of course, open
toed ones that showed off today's color: neon pink.  "I think
Daddykins is a little jealous," she said, seductively.

Bill couldn't answer, he felt his breath caught in his throat, he
just continued to look at her foot, so tempting, the way she held
it there.

"What's the matter, little Billy can't talk?  Answer me,
shithead! You like what I do with that little FAGGOT of yours?"

Bill couldn't answer.  He did what he had to do.  He knelt down
and took her foot, held the sides of her shoe gently between his
hands, like it was made of the thinnest, most fragile gold.  He
brought it to his mouth, and planted a devoted kiss on her big
toe, inhaling the scent of her.  He looked up at her.  He was
hers now.

"Christ, what a SICK PEICE OF SHIT you are!"

Her words, the hiss of her cruel voice fell on him like a shower
from heaven, awakening rivers of long held desire.  His blood
rushed to his throbbing cock.

"How did you ever get a son, why would any woman let you fuck
her?  Who the FUCK would allow a DORK like YOU to put your THING
in her.  I bet it's tiny, like the STUPID LITTLE WILLY your son
has!"

The last words carried him over the edge - he shot his load into
his underpants.  She noticed; Gabriella saw everything.

She pulled her foot away, and stood up, turning her back on him. 
She opened the waist button on her jeans and wiggled her ass as
she shook her pants down her legs.  Bill looked at her ass, the
lovely tanned crescents, the tuck of her soft lace panties within
the curvy cheeks.  Gabriella backed into him.  "Hop to it,
SHITBOY, you know what to do."

And he did know.  Bill leaned closer, and with shaking hands he
slowly lifted her lace panties out from the crack, and pulled
them gently down her thighs, leaving all of her ass exposed,
awaiting him.  He looked closely at her down there, choosing his
spot carefully.  He took his time, Gabriella waited patiently;
This was a profane dance, not to be rushed. Bill knew where he
should go, he brought his mouth to the place where her cheeks
seemed the deepest.  He stuck his tongue out, and started drawing
the tip of it upward along her crack, pulling it within her like
a plow into damp earth.  Bill looked up across the valley of her
back and searched for her eyes within the black thicket of her
hair. There, he found her, she was peering down at him.  He took
a deep breath; Starting at the bottom again he gave an extra deep
lick, and watched her eyes flare brightly amid the darkness of
her hair.  

Mommy was very pleased.



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