A/N: This is my first attempt at an erotic story. I have written other fanfiction before, and have included some smut, but never anything more erotic. I hope the pace isn't too slow, and that you enjoy this story.
My Niece, My Sub
When my boss invited me to dinner at an exclusive "men only" club, I couldn't believe my luck. This is where all the big deals went down, where careers were made. At thirty, I never expected to be here. I saw several women here throughout the night who appeared to be college co-eds. My boss informed me that if I have any needs to be fulfilled, I can find someone here to take care of them. I understood clearly, escorts. Now, as a 6'2", thirty-year-old man in prime physical condition, I had no problem picking up a companion. But some of my business associates, yeah, I could see the appeal. As we were wrapping up the evening, a girl caught my eye. My boss noticed.
"Ah, that's young Kitty Kat, as she likes to be called. She's new, and from what I hear, loves to be submissive. She's willing to do anything and is insatiable. Me, I'm not into that; I prefer a more mature woman, but some men like that stuff."
"If I were interested, what do I have to do?"
"Here's the number of the Madam. You give her the girl's name or what your interests are, and she'll take care of the rest."
I didn't tell my boss that I suspected that Kitty Kat was my eighteen-year-old niece. She was a beauty, just like her mother. She was short, barely 5'2", 110 pounds, if that, soaking wet, but her tits, she had a rack on her. I'd guess she had to be a C cup, maybe even D. I always had a thing for my sister-in-law. You see, I was a change-of-life baby. My brother is twenty years older than me. When I was born, he was in college, so we aren't very close. He has three children, two boys and my niece, Sara. The last time I saw her was at her sweet sixteen.
I couldn't get Sara out of my head the next day, so I called the Madam. I gave her an alias, which I assume is SOP and asked if she had any women who liked to be dominated. She had a few and asked if I had preferences for age, body type, or experience level. I told her I preferred big-breasted and on the younger side, as I wasn't that old myself. She gave me two names, and one was Sara's pseudonym. Her fee is $3000 for the night. However, I was thinking about how I could get Sara for nothing. Yes, I think I had a plan.
Three weeks later, I got an invite to my brother's house. While there, Sara said how she wanted to go to the school in the city close to my house. Even though my brother is successful, he can't afford to send her to school and pay for room and board. Sara looked disheartened, so I suggested that she stay with me in my home, a half-hour from campus. She looked thrilled, and my brother quickly agreed. Now, to set everything up.
I went back to that club a few times with my boss, and each time, I serendipitously took photos of Sara. In a few, I had her kissing men and getting fingered under the table in one. I printed the pictures and put them on the bulletin board in her room, which she would see when she arrives tomorrow. I convinced my brother that he didn't need to drive here with her, that the three-hour ride was simple enough. He finally agreed, and I couldn't wait to see my niece. I stand in the shower, cock in my soapy hand, jerking off, thinking about how much fun I'm going to have with Sara.
The next morning, as I'm finishing with a teleconference, my phone rings. I work from home, mostly, only going into the office two to three days a month. I answer the phone, "hello?"
"Uncle Kyle?"
"Hi, Sara. Are you almost here?"
"Yes, I think I'm on the right street, but I can't see the house numbers."
"Oh, sorry. Look for the green mailbox. I have a gate. Just enter 382563, and they will open up." I am on my way to a partnership in a multimillion-dollar corporation and already make triple what my brother does. This affords me a house with a lot of privacy and no nosey neighbors. I hear her car pull up, and she gets out. She's wearing short denim shorts, white sneakers, and a tight blue tank top. Her long, nearly black hair is in a ponytail.
"Leave your stuff; we'll get it later."
She comes up the steps and gives me a big hug. "Thank you, Uncle Kyle, for letting me stay. I want to go to school here."
"It's not a problem. Come, let me show you around." I show her the main floor, typical living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, and family room. My office and master suite are on the second floor, along with two guest rooms. Her "suite" is on the third floor, which is only accessible through a door in the guest room. I don't tell her that the third floor is the attic that I converted for her specifically. I tell her it's for her privacy, and she believes me. When we get upstairs, she notices the board with all the pictures of her working. She turns around and looks at me.
"Uncle Kyle, I can explain."
"You don't have to, Kitty Kat. Just answer one question, do your parents know?"
"NO! Uncle Kyle, you can't tell them. It's the only way I can go to school. They think I have a scholarship."
"As your uncle, Sara, I have to tell your parents. It's the only right thing for me to do." I say to her as I reach for my cell phone.
"No, please, Uncle Kyle, I'll do anything. Anything. I promise, please!"
I smile inwardly. Gotcha. "Anything?"
"Yes, Uncle Kyle."
I pretend to think for a few minutes, and then I give her the alternative. "Here's the deal. If you do the following, I won't tell your parents and pay for your school. One quit the escort service. Two, maintain at least a 3.5 GPA."
"Okay, that sounds fair," Sara says, relieved.
"I'm not done yet." She looks at me wide-eyed.
"Three, be my little Kitty Kat. I know you like to be submissive. You will be my little submissive."
"And if I don't?"
"I tell your parents and report you to the police for solicitation."
"Uncle Kyle!"
"The choice is yours. You have ten seconds to decide." I start to count down in my head, and as I get closer to one, I start to dial my brother.
"Fine, I'll do it."
"What will you do?"
"I...I will be your submissive."
"Good. Now it's time to go over your contract," I respond as I put my phone away.
"Contract?"
"Yes, it sets the perimeters of your servitude. It is for your protection, Sara." I did some reading, and as much as the idea of controlling my niece is enticing, I don't want to hurt her or a chance she might have in the future. This contract will keep her from telling anyone and me as well. This little agreement could hurt us both.
I sit next to Sara on the couch in my office. "The first part of the contract states the terms, that you will be my submissive until one week after your graduate or your twenty-fifth birthday, whichever comes first. If you don't graduate, I lose money, you see. I will pay all your school bills and allow you to live in my home rent-free, providing food, shelter, cell phone, and clothing. I will give you a debit card with $1000 a month to spend on whatever you choose. You will have no other job or take money from no one else during that time. Gifts for holidays and birthdays are allowed, along with a friend treating you to a movie or meal. Is that okay?"
"Yes."
"There are rules. First, you cannot date anyone, male or female, during your servitude. Second, you cannot leave this house without my permission, and you will always let me know where you are and who you are with. Three, you will obey me, without question. Four, I must approve your clothing selection before you leave the house, and you are not allowed to change. Five, you are not permitted to tell anyone about this agreement. Six, you will remain on birth control until the end of the contract.
"How are those rules, Sara?"
She swallows, then replies, "I can live with that."
