House Sitter F/f/++ Lizzy and Sphinx

[DizzyLizzy]

Emma Hamilton blew an errant strand of coppery hair away from her face as she finished her drawing and set the pen down. It was one of a series she had been working on as her own private collection. Although only young, Emma knew she was born to be a kinkster. It was her parent's fault of course. They were both into bondage and fetish and, Emma being a curious girl, had found their collection of clothing and equipment in the spare room years ago. Emma had started to have idea about what to do about her own cravings. She had experimented with her folk's stuff when they went out, trying on outfits and binding herself, but she knew that her own leanings ran more to doing that to other people.

The problem was, her explorations were going to get messed up now they were getting a house sitter. Her folks were worried that Emma was going off the rails a little. Although clever, her grades were slipping and she was taking a very unhealthy interest in sex. They had challenged her over her internet history and she had exploded about the invasion of her privacy and gone into a month long sulk. That had all calmed down but now they wanted her watched when they went away with their business meetings.

But Emma had a few idea of how to turn this to her advantage. After all, Casey was very attractive and Emma had always looked the wide eyed innocent.

 

[Sphinx]

Casey eased her sports car -- a little dated, but well taken care of -- through the upper-class neighborhood. She puffed her cheeks a little and reflected on how far away she was from being able to afford anything like this. Her student debt was high enough that she could barely afford to pay off the principal, but she would start grad school in just a few months. Most people didn't make a lot with a psychology degree, unless they went on to med school and psychiatry, but Casey had plans. Sports psychologists made serious bank, and many of her old classmates had gone to work for various sports teams in some capacity, sometimes even as players, so she had connections. It was a far cry from her high school days, though, when the halls parted for her when she walked and every reputation hung on her word. She had no shame in admitting to herself that she missed it, and that her marvel at her own control over others in the past was part of what interested her in psychology.

For now, though, the house-sitting gig meant a fairly stable income and (so long as she developed a good pipeline) it meant never having to pay rent. This was the first time she had accepted a gig where she'd have to take care of a teen, though. Normally the houses were empty aside from pets and she liked the alone time. But the money was good, and how hard could it be to take care of a teen? They were basically grown ups, right? Well, Casey had been a bit of a nightmare at that age, but she assumed she must be an extreme exception.

She parked and paced up the drive, her dark red blouse was a little low-cut and her black jeans way too tight for comfortable lounging, but she was betting on her temporary roommate going to bed early enough for Casey to sneak out for a bit. And the parents should already be away, so she didn't have to worry about the dad creeping on her. She slid her short leather jacket from her shoulders, slung it over her arm and rang the doorbell.

 

[DizzyLizzy]

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[DizzyLizzy]

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