Sitter/Slave/Domme Part One

By Ebon Caine

Jennifer has never fit into the small town life of Lakeshore. Her boyfriend is a dope, her friends are shallow, and her community college classes are a bore. Worse of all, her only outlet—writing dark, seedy erotica stories about unfortunate women in dangerous situations—is looked down upon by most of the town.

But when a dark and mysterious newcomer moves to town, the ruggedly handsome scientist and artist Maron Drake, she finds herself inexplicable drawn to the older man. His steady, confident, and commanding demeanor leaves butterflies in her stomach, and she doesn't even know why.

Now, when Jennifer agrees to babysit for Maron, she soon finds there's more to him than a quietly confident single father. As it turns out, Maron Drake is also a expertly skilled dominant, one who reveals a dark, seductive world to Jennifer, one of pleasure, obedience, and submission.

And all it takes one slip of judgement. One moment of weakness for Jennifer to find a door flung open in her mind, her body, and the very concept of what she wants in life.

Sitter/Slave/Domme is a multi-part series around themes of seduction, corruption, submission, and rebirth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ebon Caine
• Release date: Oct 22, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005666224

Ebon Caine

Hello there! My name is Ebon Caine, and I am a storyteller. As far back as I can remember, I have been allured by tales of twisted morality and mental domination. As time progressed and I began to find more and more of these fantasies roiling in my mind, I took to writing them down. For years I kept these stories for my own enjoyment, but as my creative spark burned brighter the desire to share these tales slowly grew.And so now I have taken to publishing my tales of corruption, mind control, whatever else springs forth from my mind. My creative muse takes me down different paths. Some of them are dark. Some light. Many tread the lines of the taboo or dive into it headfirst to revel in forbidden debauchery. Regardless of what I write, it is always something that entertains, titillates, and excites me, and, dear reader, I hope that it shall do the same for you.

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SITTER/SLAVE/DOMME PART ONE

By Ebon Caine

©2022

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All characters featured within are a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons past, present, or future are entirely coincidental and unintentional. All characters features within are 18 years of age or older.

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Part Two

Part Three

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Part One

PROLOGUE

...ANASTASIA CLAMBERED BY the grappling hook, but the silky black cord slipped through her gloved hand and she fell from the skylight. Fell down into the waiting arms of the half dozen, burly security grasping for her.

Lord Algernon doesn't appreciate thieves, said one, his voice a deep rumble. He held her against his chest, the other arm wrapped around her waist. She struggled, but his grip was firm.

Another man—thick-necked and with bulging muscles—grabbed her narrow, delicate chin. He says it's important to make a lesson out of anyone who we catch.

Usually, that means knocking out the trespasser's teeth and leaving them in the gutter. The man holding Anastasia growled.

No! she cried. Please! I'll leave and never come back, I promise!

The men laughed at her pleading. That's not good enough, the first man said, casually taking her black, skin-tight jumpsuit and ripping it open at her chest with all the effort of tearing tissue paper. She let out a sharp cry as her large, creamy-white breasts spilled out into the open air to the raucous laughter of the men.

The man took her supple tits into either hands, her pillowy flesh pressing between his fingers as he squeezed. She let out a soft cry as they did, inwardly cursing how sensitive her tits were. How easy it was to turn her on when they were played with, whether she wanted it or not.

My, my, the man chuckled, teasing her nipples with his fingers, drawing an involuntary moan from her lips. Someone sure seems eager for a lesson...

No! I... I... oh, fuck...

Yes, I think you are ready, the man grinned, his eyes gleaming with lust as he looked down at her. The rest of his men grabbed at her jumpsuit and tore it from her, leaving her smooth, nubile body exposed to them.

The man slid his hand down her body, down her stomach to her groin, where he grasped her cunt and squeezed. Anastasia arched are back against the violation, ashamed at how wet she already was.

I think the security office has a new pet, boys. Let's go see about getting her good and trained!

Anastasia struggled as they carried her off, terrified of her impending fate. Terrified, and—with a thick degree of shame—excited...

***

OH MY GOD, Jennifer, came the lilting voice of my friend Stephanie. Are you really still writing these weird ass sex stories?

I turned from trying to shoo a battalion of mosquitoes away from my face to see my friend Stephanie sitting at the picnic table and holding open the spiral notebook I had snuck along to our swim outing at Lake Lochmere. The sounds of our friends splashing in water rose behind me as my face reddened.

"They're not weird, I said, grabbing the notebook from her hand and quickly flipping away from the pages with my writing. They're just... thriller fiction. The protagonist gets away in the end, so it's fine!"

Stephanie arched her thin brows, her red lips curled in a teasing smile. Was that before or after the girl gets turned into the 'security office pet?'

I felt my face redden further. Oh, shut up, I said, turning away from her.

Down the slope, a group of boys Staci had invited along were all splashing around in the shallow water. It was a 'celebration' over graduation; our