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My Bitchy-hot Niece Denise
Femdom Fiction by James Pendergrass - (www.cafeboudoir.com)
2008
It was meant to be a simple month-long visit while I got my life together. Thanks to some horrible managerial maneuvers by my banker employer (sub prime loans, etc) I was out of a job two weeks past my 30th birthday. I wasn’t the type of save money for a rainy day and within two months I had serious cash problems. No longer could I afford my Manhattan luxury apartment. I needed help. Mom and Dad weren't an option, so I went to the only person I trusted - my big sister Janice.
Janice was seven years my senior. She always seemed to have it going on. A skinny blonde woman of Cosmopolitan tastes, Janice had married at a very young age to a rich investment banker. For several years they lived in NYC. They had a daughter named Denise. She was an only child. Eventually the marriage fell apart. Fortunately my sister made out quite well. She moved to Westchester County with Denise. Despite them living only an hour away, I hadn't seen them in five years. The last time I checked, Denise was an awkward young teenager and Janice was enjoying the millions from her divorce settlement.
When I called Janice and told her that I needed a place to stay temporarily until I got back on my feet, she was more than happy to help me out. She was always cool about things like this. Of course, I was embarrassed about the whole thing. I didn't have enough savings and that's what got me into this mess. All my money was spent on fancy dinners and high quality dominatrixes in NYC. Yeah, I should mention that. Since a young age I had submissive fantasies. Janice herself might have been slightly aware of them since she caught me masturbating as a child on numerous occasions. Well, now the money was gone and I'd have to chill on my penchant for cruel, young humiliatrixes, or so I thought.
I moved my stuff in on a particularly rainy Saturday in March. Janice was pretty nice about the whole thing. She gave me a nice room in the corner of their house. Since it was just she and Denise, there was more than enough room. The handsome brick house was located in a quiet residential area with tons of trees. It had a huge yard (several acres) and over 2,500 square feet of living space.
As I unpacked my clothing, I heard a, "Hey Uncle Fred." I looked up and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. There was Denise - only it wasn't the awkward adolescent I remembered. Denise had turned into a sexy, vivacious young woman. I could see she had retained some of the punkish qualities I remembered about her. She wore a very short jeans skirt. It ran way up her thighs, and underneath she had thick black stockings that went down to silly black Converse "Chuck Taylor" all-stars. That wasn't what caught my attention though. It was her legs, which had lengthened significantly since I had last seen her. Now officially a ?woman? at age 18, she had inherited her mother's elegant curves. Her hips had filled in and framed a lovely, tight, but undeniably feminine midsection. She wore a faded pink t-shirt on top that looked a size too small. Like her mom, she was narrow and plump in all the right places. She had also developed a pair of beautiful little breasts. They were small in circumference, but they jutted out like big ripe lemons (not melons) in a way that helped confirm her ascension from girlhood to womanhood. Her hair was not the disaster I remembered it, all spiky in her adolescent years. Now she had smoothed it all out and put it neatly back in a ponytail. But I could see she had highlighted the front of it pink, another unfortunate relic from her punk days.
She came right over and gave me a hug, her pointy little breasts pushing against my chest. I took the opportunity to discreetly inhale her lovely young scent and immediately felt a stirring in my loins.
"So, I heard you got shit-canned," she said to my surprise. "That totally sucks."
"Um yeah, it does," I said, embarrassed.
"Man, and you're like, 30 now," she said.
I found her words quite bold and somewhat cutting.
"Yep," I said. "That pretty much sums it up."
"Well it's ok. I'm sure mom will hook you up until you get your shit back together."
I couldn't believe her attitude. I found her bitchy, yet also she reminded me of one of my favorite humiliatrixes, the way she breezily talked down to me.
"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you at dinner. Laters," she said, walking away.
I watched that ass as she strode out of my room. So bubbly and ripe as her hips swung back and forth. She walked with unnerving confidence and sex appeal.
At dinnertime we made an odd threesome. Denise had all these questions for me about living in New York - why didn't I have a girlfriend, and what type of job I was looking for. Janice seemed to have a very laid back attitude with her only child. She didn't stop her from proceeding with what I thought was a rude line of questioning. The only exception was at the end of the meal, when Denise said, "So Fred, I just don't get it. You're a good-looking guy, I mean - for a 30 year old - and you at least HAD a job. You live in the pussy capital of the world and you don't have a girlfriend. What gives?"
Janice snickered, and then said, "Denise, ENOUGH. Leave my poor brother alone. And stop talking like that, would you? You're a young woman now.? Yet, Janice was laughing as she said it, not exactly the picture of discipline.
"What?" said Denise. "You mean 'pussy'?"
"YES!"
"Pussy pussy pussy pussy!" She said, laughing. "Wet, juicy pussy! Oh mom, it's just a word."
Janice turned to me. "This is what having a teenage daughter is like. She's shameless!" Yet to my surprise, she made no effort to quiet her down. I think she actually appreciated her daughter’s unfettered confidence.
Meanwhile, my cock had stiffened in my pants. It was such a turn-on to hear this nubile young thing talk such trash. I had trouble hiding the bulge in my pants while I cleared the dishes. Fortunately, Janice wasn’t really paying attention, and Denise had raced upstairs after leaving all of her food on the table.
"Oh, you're going to do the dishes? Isn't that sweet," said Janice.
"It's the least I can do, sis."
"Good boy," she said in a ribbing sort of way.
Later as I was still cleaning up, Denise bopped into the kitchen to grab a soda. She saw me wiping down the counters. "Oh, I see mom has you earning your keep," she giggled. "When you’re done I'd like you to make my bed and vacuum my floor." She said it with a total straight face. It occurred to me she would make a good actress.
"Nice try, Denise," I smiled.
Then to my shock, she reached out and grabbed my wrist. "If I want you to do my room, you're going to clean my room. Do you understand?" She pointed to the stairs as though she was putting me to the task. I stared at this young beauty until I saw the corners of her mouth turn upwards in a grin.
"Ha ha," I said meekly, feeling my cock begin to stir again.
I could have sworn I saw Denise's pretty eyelashes flicker down as she glanced at my crotch before she released my wrist, then wheeled around, and with a "fine, be that way!" she left the kitchen.
That night, I spanked off as I thought of my red hot niece. She was a natural young femdom. I knew it! Of course, I couldn't do anything about it, except touch myself. That much I knew. I thought of her saying the word "pussy" and I couldn't help imagine what her pussy must look like. It could only be incredibly healthy - not to mention tight, and juicy. Janice was a sophisticated lady and I suspected she made sure her only daughter took great care of her vagina. Just the thought of it all made me explode in a hot orgasm.
Friday - the fifth day of my residency in Janice's house - was the initial day of what would turn into the most rapturous weekend of my life.
Janice had left that morning for a weekend with a new boyfriend of hers. Denise had school, or so I thought, until 2:30. I did some half-hearted job searching in the morning. Then at noon time I decided it was time to pleasure myself. The source of my fantasies was no secret. Denise had amazed me all week long with her sexy sense of fashion and that red hot little body. Not to mention, she was a sassy, loud-mouthed young cunt that wasn't afraid to say whatever came to her mind. She flirted with me constantly. Thursday I had gone out for a mid afternoon jog and when I returned, I pulled off my shirt to wipe off the sweat. I didn't notice Denise sitting on the porch with a couple of hottie friends of hers.
"Whoa, Uncle Fred, looking hot!" she said, drawing giggles from her gal pals. "We need to do something about the chest hair but that ass is looking quite shapely!"
"Denise," I said. "Easy."
She ignored me and stuck her fingers in her mouth to make a whistling sound. "Come on, Uncle Fred," she said. "Wiggle that nice butt for me and my girlfriends."
I could feel myself begin to stiffen. With no protection, I hurried inside. To my surprise Denise followed me. "Wait, Fred," she said. "Where are you going? I want to introduce you to my friends."
Now I had some serious tenting going on. I raced upstairs. "Wait! I heard her yell. What is the matter with you?"
"Not now, Denise," I said, locking the bathroom door behind me.
Thinking back to yesterday that was a serious close call. But now I had the place to myself and was going to seriously enjoy a good whack-session. Denise wasn't scheduled back home for several hours. I had the opportunity I was waiting for - it was time to investigate her room.
Inside, it was unusually messy for a girl's room. In terms of colors, everything was either pink or black. Her pink bedspread was a mess. She had posters of famous and not so famous rockers, like Madonna, Gwen Stefani, and Liz Phair. The room had that wonderful feminine smell. She had a half full box of tampons on her bureau and several wrappers next to them. For some reason this caused me to spring an instant hard-on. I opened her drawers until I found what I had been looking for - her panties. To my great joy, she had a surprisingly refined taste in feminine undergarmentry. Most of her panties were various shades of pink, but she had lovely turquoise panties and some light yellow pairs as well. They all were quite lacy. I looked at her laundry hamper and found a used pair of pink panties. I stuck my nose in there and inhaled deeply. It was a strong, musky scent, but I could swear from the smell that my suspicions were right, and she took great care of her prized vagina.
Now I desperately needed to jerk it. But first I wanted to check out her shoes. I loved female footwear and was thrilled to see that she didn't just wear Chuck Taylor All Stars. She had a hot pair of black leather boots, as well as several pairs of fashionable pumps. But the shoes that caught my eye were a pair of strappy pink open-toed sandals. She wore a small size and the sandals were just so sexy, so feminine.
I had a serious ballbusting fetish. I loved the idea of getting my nuts knocked rudely around by a hot, unforgiving piece of female ass. There was just something about being made to suffer for the sole purpose of female entertainment.
Acting on these dirty thoughts, I sat on Denise's rug with my back against her bed. I pulled down my sweatpants and bunched them around my legs. Then, I spread my legs. With one hand, I began to stroke myself and with the other I took one of Denise's pink sandals and began banging the tip against my balls. I imagined Denise was standing above me talking trash in her hot outfit while beating my balls (and thus, me) senseless as I suffered beneath her.
It must have been the sights and smells of her room. Whatever the case was, I soon found myself deep in subspace, and a wonderful orgasm was boiling up from my loins. I was experiencing so much pleasure I decided to hold off on coming. Pre-cum oozed from the purple engorged head of my cock. I was so fixated on my fantasy that I failed to hear anything. Or maybe she was just so quiet.
Suddenly I heard a high-pitched voice: "What the fu- Oh my gawd!" I whirled around and there was Denise standing behind me to my right. She had her hand over her mouth, and I could swear she was concealing a big grin.
I immediate threw down her shoe and in one fluid motion yanked my pants up around my throbbing dick. Only it didn't work out so well. My left foot slipped out of my pants so when I tried to pull my pants up I could only pull up the right pant leg. This left me still exposed and red-faced, with my dick sticking straight up in the air in plain view of my astonished little niece. Now I just decided to hightail it out of there.
Denise was so stunned that she didn't stop me from running out of her room. Then I heard her shout, "You totally just got busted, PERVERT!" followed by "Wait, Uncle Fred, we need to talk about this."
I didn't want to talk about anything. I felt foolish and incredibly embarrassed. Not to mention, I could only imagine what my sister Janice would say when/if she found out. I was devastated. It occurred to me that I could end up in jail for this! I ran back to my room and slammed the door. Then I hiked my undies and sweatpants up over my hips and sat on the bed. I put my head in my hands as I tried to figure out my next move.
Before I could even catch my breath the door opened and there was Denise. She looked blazingly hot. She was wearing her favorite short jeans skirt. She had a little pink see-thru silky button down and beneath it I could see her little titties held by a white bra. Instead of her Chuck Taylors she wore little white running shoes. She had her hands on her hips and a smirk on her face.
"Denise, leave me alone. I'm sorry. I fucked up."
"I'm not going anywhere," she said. "Look, Fred, if it makes you feel any better, I've suspected since we saw each other the other day that you were a perv. Call it my female sixth sense. I saw you trying to hide your little boner the other day when I was mocking your chest hair." She waited for me to react.
"Ok, maybe."
"There was no maybe about it, Fred. I have the power to make you hard. Just admit it."
"Ok, I admit it."
"I knew it," she said. "I can smell the perverts a mile away. It's not a big deal. You can't help it."
"You aren't making me feel any better," I said.
"Oh bullshit," she laughed. "Why not just admit, you like it when I talk to you this way. I know all about guys like you, Uncle Fred. You're a complete pussywhipped pervert. I knew it the first time I laid eyes on you the other day. You love it when a young woman like me bosses you around and makes you do stupid things. Lord only knows how many boners you've popped in my presence over the past week. I can practically make you erect by snapping my little fingers." For emphasis, she did that very thing, and sure enough I could feel myself stiffen up.
"I-" I began to stutter.
"Cat got your tongue?" she asked, laughing, and snapping her fingers again. "I saw what you were doing with my shoe. You were pretending I was kicking your balls. I know you'd just love to be humiliated by me. Just admit it."
This girl was making a lot of sense. "Denise, I mean, I guess it's true, but you're my niece."
"So what?" She asked. "It’s not like I’m going to let you touch me or anything. Look, jerkoff, mom is gone for the weekend and that means we're going to have some fun. Or at least I'm going to have some fun with my new toy. That'd be you. It's confession time, Fred."
"Don't you have to be back in school?"
"FUCK SCHOOL," she said. "I'm a senior and this is much more important anyhow. Like I said, confession time, Fred. Time for you to take your sweatpants off and time for ME to drag your ass back to my room and teach you a few lessons you will NEVER forget about my SUPERIORITY over you."
I felt myself weakening again. This was like a dream come true. Who cared that it was my niece, really? I stood and began to remove my sweats.
Denise began laughing. "Look at the PERVERT do exactly what his little niece tells him to do! This is going to be sooooo much fun."
With that, I was naked and my cock was throbbing. ?Hard already,? she said victoriously. I knew it!? Denise simply reached out with her little hand and grabbed me by my dick, then dragged me back to her room. "Don't even THINK about splooging until I tell you to," she said.
My head was absolutely spinning as this little self-confident lioness marched me back to her den. She released my dick and plopped down onto her bed. "Now, it's time for you to confess to me, you trespassing panty sniffer! On your knees in front of me." She pointed to the floor.
I couldn't believe this. Denise was more confident and more naturally controlling than just about any NYC Dom I'd ever come across.
"Time for the ground rules," she said. "Just because your ugly penis is on display for my viewing pleasure doesn't mean you are EVER going to see my vadge, or my tits. Got it?"
"Yes," I said.
"I figured that wouldn't be a big deal for a perv like you. You'll have to imagine what I look like without any clothing on because it's none of your fucking business. I don’t fuck 30 year old perverts with small penises anyhow. And it's 'Princess Denise' to you."
"Yes, Princess Denise."
"Good. Now, time for you to confess all your perversions. And I want to hear EVERYTHING. But first, let me put on these sandals since you seem to love them so much."
She removed her sneakers and threw on her hot pink sandals. I was in heaven.
For the next fifteen minutes, I confessed all my fantasies to her. I told her how I liked to be subjugated and humiliated by women. I told her how I wanted to be kicked in the balls, and spit on, and verbally degraded. I told her I wanted her to take me over her lap and spank my naked ass with a hairbrush. I told her how I wanted her to force me to masturbate for her and to have her force me to eat my own cum. To this, she threw her head back and began laughing her ass off. "Wow, you really are a sick fuck," she said. I went on to tell her how I wanted her to boss me around and make me her personal little puppet, her male dog.
The whole time, I could see the signs of recognition in those pretty eyes of hers. As I relayed my fantasies, she asked intelligent follow-up questions.
In the end, she contemplated for a while before saying. "Well, Fred, I'm going to make your fantasy a reality. But understand I am like God to you from now on. You're entire purpose in this household will be to service all of my needs without question. You are now my personal male slave. Do you understand?"
"Yes Princess Denise."
"Good, well then let's get started. I'll bet you want to finish your little masturbation routine for me, don't you?"
"Yes Princess Denise."
"Well, we're going to do it my way. Put your legs up over your head and jerk off on your own face, ha ha ha!"
I immediately complied with her command, which caused her to laugh even harder. "You are such a fucking fool!" she said.
I strained to keep my balance as Denise disappeared momentarily. She returned and then sat above me on the bed. "Looks like you need some lubrication," she said. With that she spit a couple of big wads of saliva. One landed on my dick and the other trickled down to my face. "Say thank you!" she said laughing.
"Thank you, Princess Denise," I grunted.
She then put her sandal on my balls and began jiggling them back and forth as I struggled to maintain my balance. I grunted from the combination of pain and pleasure. "Look at you," she said. "I'm totally fucking you up."
I began to feel the onset of an incredibly intense orgasm. "I'm gonna cum!" I grunted.
"Oh good, time for the splooge fireworks. Come on, jerky boy, put on a big creamy show for me!" she said gleefully. I looked up and she had pulled out a digital camera and was snapping off photos of me just before I began shooting a big load of sperm all over my face.
"Yeah ha hah! Jerk it out! Defile your own face like an obedient little pussy puppet!"
I felt as though I might faint as spurt after spurt came splashing down on my face.
"The girls are gonna LOVE this! Look at you! My Uncle, the perverted cum-slut." she said, to my alarm. I was in no position to do a thing about it. Finally, last drops out, I relaxed my body and lay on the ground at the feet of my niece/princess.
What I didn't realize is that Denise was intent on making my humiliation complete. She immediately stuck one of her beautiful sandals in my face and began scooping up chunks of my sperm off my cheeks. "Clean up time. BEG me for the rest of your splooge!" she ordered.
"Please let me have the rest of my meal," I said, not really meaning it.
"C'mon, loser!" she said. "Beg louder! Act like you really mean it. Stick that tongue out or I will never humiliate you again and I'll just ignore your loser ass for the rest of the summer."
That was more than enough motivation for me.
"Please, oh please, let me gobble my cum for you, superior mistress Denise."
"That's it," she said. And with that she crammed her foot as far into my mouth as it would go. "Gobble gobble! Clean all the little spermies off my shoe, loser.? She laughed and laughed.
I didn't like how she had begun calling me a loser, but my dick must have liked it because I was hard again.
"Now, get my hairbrush off my dresser and get on all fours."
I did as I was told.
"Normally, I'd take you over my knee like you were a bad little stepchild," she said. "But I don't want that leaky spent penis to even touch my expensive clothing."
She climbed up onto my back and straddled me. I felt her hot vaginal hump on my naked back and it turned me on. But then she leaned forward and began paddling my ass with ferocity. "Bad boy!" she said. "You're going to learn to RESPECT your young princess." She really laid into me. It hurt a lot and soon I was whining and telling her that I'd learned my lesson. I could even begin to feel a few tears. She stopped and then ordered me to stand. Then she marched me in front of her mirror and there I was, naked, with a well spanked bottom as my 18 year old niece stood proudly next to me. She gave each cheek a few extra stringing slaps with the hairbrush, which caused me to dance with pain and put my hands on my ass.
"Don't you DARE cover up," she said. She grabbed my balls with her free hand and held me in place as she gave me a dozen more hard spanks, alternating cheeks. She spanked hard! Now the tears came out. I wasn't crying out loud, but the pain was intense. "Please, oh, I'm sorry!" I said as she laid into me. My arms shook as they instinctively went to cover my ass, but her pressure on my balls told me they weren't to move. I looked like an idiot. Finally she put the brush down and smiled sweetly at me. "It's fun making you suffer. What do you say?"
"Thank you, Princess Denise."
"I need to go run a few errands," she said, grabbing her car keys. "You can clean my room and make my bed. I'll be checking your work later. Also, don't even TOUCH your penis when I'm not around. All of your masturbatory sessions are to be supervised by me from now on. Let's just say you're going to become quite familiar with the taste of your own spunk if you haven't already. Oh, and stay the FUCK out of my panty drawer and don't touch my shoes. Got it, loser?"
"Yes Princess Denise."
"Good. And no clothing for you while you're in my house. That way I can do THIS." With two fingers of one hand, she daintily picked up my now semi-flaccid penis. The motion caused my balls to surge forward from between my legs just in time for the arrival of her other hand, which smacked my deflated gonads soundly and sent me crumpling to my knees.
"Oh wait, one more thing I need to do," she said. She had a bunch of equestrian ribbons that she had won in some kind of riding competition from her younger days. She picked out a pink ribbon that said "fifth place," on it. It had a string hanging from it.
"Come,? she said, gesturing with her finger with the confidence of a mature woman, not moving until I stood in front of her. ?This is very fitting," she said, wrapping the ribbon neatly around my cock and balls and then tightening it uncomfortably around the base of my package. It felt so amazing to be handled this way by her. As she finished the delicate job, my cock inflated to full mast.
She giggled and said, "So...fucking...OWNED." Then she turned, and headed down the stairs and out the door.
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