In this chapter, our protagonist reveals how he controls his subjects as he brings the two junior members of the Baby-Sitters Club under his power. I haven’t written an induction scene before, so I apologize in advance. In any case, I’m not really into long induction scenes, they just don’t float my boat, if you will. And yes, a magical pocket watch is prosaic, but it’s also a classic. And that may not be the only magic Reginald Scott has…
Thursday afternoon, Reginald Scott answered his doorbell to see Jessi and Mallory standing on his porch.
“Hi, you must be Jessi and Mallory, nice to meet you.”
Jessi, a short, pretty black girl, smiled wide. “Hi, Mr. Scott, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Jessi, and this is Mallory.” The slightly chubby redhead who stood behind Jessi smiled and waved. She usually let her more outgoing friend speak for her. Jessi had chocolate skin and black kinky hair. She was wearing tight black pants and a white blouse, her hair pulled into a short ponytail. Mallory was a complete contrast to her best friend. She was pretty, with long curly red hair and lots of cute freckles over her pale skin. Where Jessi was slim with muscular legs and arms from years of ballet, Mallory was a few inches taller, heavier, with unflattering curves and a too-large nose and a slightly double chin. Jessi smiled easily, flashing her brown eyes. When Mr. Scott looked straight at her big green eyes, Mallory blushed and looked down, holding the journal she always carried with her to her chest, as if trying to hide behind it.
“Your friends have told me a little about the two of you. If I remember right, Jessi, you’re a ballerina, right? You’re taking classes at the Ballet School in Stamford?”
“Yes, that’s right. There isn’t a ballet school here in Stonybrook, so my mother drives me to Stamford three days a week after school.”
“And Mallory, you want to be a writer, right? You know, I like writing too. I’ve gotten some things published. What kind of writing do you like?”
“I like to write children’s stories, and a little poetry. What do you write? Would I have seen any of it?” She forgot her shyness as she faced someone that shared her interests.
“I write stories, but I doubt that you would have seen any of them at the library. They’re written for a very specialized audience.”
Mr. Scott held the door open and motion the girls inside. They looked around the living room, expecting to see his son, Little Reggie.
“Where is Little Reggie—I’ve heard so much about him from the other girls, I feel like I know him.” Jessi said.
“Oh, he’ll be down in a minute.” Mr. Scott said, picking up a gold pocket watch from the fireplace mantel. “There’s something I want to show you first. The other girls in your Club have seen it, and they just loved it.” He chuckled at his own joke.
He turned to face the two girls and held up the pocket watch. He let it swing slightly, as both girls looked at it with interest.
“See how pretty it is? The design on it is very intricate, look very closely to see it. Look at nothing else but the pocket watch, hear nothing but my voice. As you listen to my voice, it will take up your whole world.”
As the girls stared at the pocket watch, their eyes drooped. He continued talking to them, leading them over to the sofa. They continued to stare straight ahead. He spent several minutes deepening their trance. The pocket watch’s magic allowed him to put people into trance instantly, and further than otherwise possible, but he still made sure his subjects were deeply under his control.
“Jessi, I am speaking to you and only you. Mallory, you will not hear anything I say until I say your name again. Now Jessi, you are my little ballerina. When you are not in this trance state, and you hear me and only me call you “Tiny Dancer,” you will immediately return to this state. After you have been for a visit with me, you will not consciously remember anything that happened while you were here with me, but you will be convinced that you spent the time in a normal babysitting session with my adorable son, Little Reggie. You will be able to clearly picture what Little Reggie looks like and what you and your friend did with him while you babysat for him. If you have any pain or discomfort after you leave, you will come up with an explanation for them connected with what you did with Little Reggie.”
“Now, Jessi, I am going to speak to Mallory, and only Mallory. You will not hear anything I say until I say your name again. Now, Mallory, unfortunately, you just aren’t terribly pretty, but I couldn’t get your cute little chocolate-skinned friend here without you. Still, I’m sure we can have some fun. Since you tend to follow her around like a little puppy dog, when you are not in this trance state, and you hear me and only me call you “my little puppy,” you will immediately return to this state. After you have been for a visit with me, you will not consciously remember anything that happened while you were here with me, but you will be convinced that you spent the time in a normal babysitting session with my adorable son, Little Reggie. You will be able to clearly picture what Little Reggie looks like and what you and your friend did with him while you babysat for him. If you have any pain or discomfort after you leave, you will come up with an explanation for them connected with what you did with Little Reggie.”
“Now, Mallory and Jessi, when you are with me, and in this deep, pleasant trance state, all your inhibitions and morals will become fuzzy and unimportant. You will want to do anything I tell you to do, believe anything I tell you. If anything we do together causes you pain, the pain will turn into pleasure. Now, when I count to 3, you will wake up, not remembering anything I said.”
“1-2-3.” The two girls opened their eyes, looking around. They were confused about why they were sitting on the sofa.
“So where did you say Little Reggie was?” Jessi said, as the two girls stood up.
“Oh, he’s up in his room, he’ll be down shortly,” Mr. Scott said. “Jessi, are you my tiny dancer?”
When he said this, Jessi froze, her face went blank. Mallory looked confused by Mr. Scott’s comment, and even more so by her friend’s response. She looked at Jessi then at Mr. Scott.
“Now, now Mallory, don’t worry, you’re my little puppy.” Mallory’s face went blank like Jessi.
Now girls, I have laid out two outfits for you upstairs—Jessi, you of course will be a prima ballerina. I had a hard time figuring out the outfit for Mallory, but I thought it was fitting to have you dressed as a puppy dog.”
He gave them a short explanation of what he wanted them to do, then sent them upstairs.
When the two girls came downstairs, Mallory was clumsily walking on hands and knees. She wore a dog costume that made her look like a Sheepdog. Her long red hair was tied into two pigtails, tied above her ears to make them hang down like dog’s ears. She had put some black makeup on the tip of her nose to give her a dog-like nose, and grayish makeup around one eye.
The dog costume was not like anything an eleven-year-old would normally wear, however. It was covered with fake curly fur with spots on it. While her arms, legs, and back were covered, it had cutouts that left her flat chest and pink nipples bare, and exposed her crotch. Her plump hairless pussy lips were clearly on display. When she came in the room and saw Mr. Scott, who she now thought of as her Master, she barked a greeting and ran over to where he was sitting.
Jessi was wearing a pink sequined ballet leotard, with a tutu and tights. The leotard had circles cut out of the front so that her dark nipples were exposed. When she walked, the stiff tutu moved to expose the crotch of her leotard, and it was evident that there were cutouts to expose her crotch and ass also. Her face was made up with bright red lipstick, rouge, and black Kohl around her eyes.
The basement was now set up with floor to ceiling mirrored tiles along one wall with a ballet barre running along it. Jessi saw the barre and ran to it—if she was aware that she was exposing herself with every step, she didn’t show it. She began her normal warmups, like she did at every practice. Of course, at her usual practice, she didn’t show off her nipples, pink slit and ass as she did now.
She went up on her toes, then gracefully lifted one leg onto the barre.
Mr. Scott took a seat to watch her, unbuckling his pants. “Here, doggie! I’ve got a bone you’ll like.” As he said this, Mallory wiggled her butt and wagged a fake, sewn-on tail. She sat up and barked. “Now this is a bone you suck on, no biting!”
Mallory raised up and licked at the man’s cock. Wagging her ‘tail’ again, she put her mouth over it and began sucking.
Mr. Scott watched Jessi warm up on the barre, exposing herself shamelessly as she did so. After a few minutes, he picked up a remote and used it to cue up the music from Act III of Swan Lake. “Jessi, this is your audition, dance to the music.”
Jessi stepped away from the barre, smiling at Mr. Scott. In her mind, she was auditioning for the role of Odette, the lead of Swan Lake, a role she so much wanted to dance. Then she began dancing, moving gracefully through a ballet routine she remembered rehearsing for long hours. She ignored her friend, who was intent on sucking her master’s ‘bone.’
The sight of the little black ballerina exposing her tits, ass, and pussy so obliviously as she danced was a huge turn-on for Mr. Scott, and it wasn’t long before he was giving Mallory a treat down her throat. When he pulled his cock out of her mouth and stood up, she whined. He looked down at her sternly, and pointed to the corner of the room. The redhead drooped her head and reluctantly headed over to the corner and sat on her haunches. As she sat facing the room, she let her tongue hang out of her mouth and she panted, just like a dog.
Mr. Scott watched Jessi a while longer, and it didn’t take long for him to get hard again—he had taken a little blue pill earlier. He walked up to where Jessi was dancing. “I think you’ve got the part, my dark-skinned little ballerina,” He said as he grabbed her and lifted her off her feet. He kissed her hard, thrusting his tongue down her throat. “But I’ll definitely need to teach you some new moves.”
With that, he pushed her down on the floor, and got on top of her. She began kissing him back, so grateful for getting the part. As he freed his cock from his pants, he considered whether he could risk fucking her tight little pink pussy. She was only eleven, and small for her age, but it was so tempting. He remembered reading that many ballet students broke their hymen during practice while flexing their legs as they matured. As he sucked on her tiny dark nipples, he reached between her legs and pushed a finger in her cunt.
He grinned with an evil smile. “Jackpot! Jessi, you little slut, did you break your maidenhood dancing, or have you been naughty?”
“I-I felt it tear one time when I was practicing on the barre.” She said, breathlessly.
“Perfect. Well, you are about to learn the horizontal Mamba.” He laid on his back, and lifted her on top of him. He looked over at Mallory, who was still sitting on her haunches like a dog. As soon as she saw him looking at her, she wagged her “tail” and gave a “woof”.
“C’mon over, doggie,” He said, pointing at Jessi’s exposed ass. “Lick!”
Excitedly, Mallory crawled over on hand and knees and began enthusiastically licking Jessi’s ass, where it was exposed by the cutout of her leotard. As she did this, Mr. Scott lowered Jessi down on his cock. Her cunt was surprisingly slick—somehow, subconsciously, she must have been turned on dancing for him. She slowly lowered herself down on his cock, taking a couple of moments to bottom out on his balls. Her cunt was extremely tight, more so than any of the other Club members, and when she clenched her muscles around his cock, the effect was like nothing he had felt before. All those years of ballet had done some wonderful things to her muscles.
She began raising and lowering herself, moaning incoherently as she felt Mallory’s tongue on her sensitive ass, and his cock fill her pussy. It took all his concentration to delay his climax until she screamed and clearly came herself. Then he exploded, shooting a large load down her twat.
As he withdrew, he was relieved to see that there was no blood. “Hey puppy Mallory, here’s a nice gooey treat for you!” He said, as the redhead raised up from licking Jessi’s ass. Her tongue hung to one side of her mouth, and drool was running down her chin. As he moved Jessi off of him, he indicated her oozing pussy—Mallory excitedly began licking his cum out of her friend’s gaping pussy.
“Now, Jessi and Mallory, when I wake you up, as I said before, you will not remember anything about what you really did this afternoon. You will remember how much fun you had with Little Reggie. And when you go to the next Baby-Sitter’s Club meeting, you’ll remember some other things too…”
At the next meeting, Jessi and Mallory excitedly told the others about their babysitting job for Little Reggie. “I decided to dance a little for him, and he really seemed to enjoy it. I wasn’t wearing my regular leotard or shoes, but I could still do some moves for him. He laughed and clapped for me anyway.” Jessi said, as the other girls giggled.
“Jessi, you were really good. But you left out the best part! Mr. Scott was taking care of his aunt’s puppy, so we got to play with a puppy while we were taking care of Little Reggie. It was so cute—it was just a mutt, but I think it must have been part setter, it had red fur anyway.”
Dawn and Claudia oo-ed and aah-ed at her description of the puppy.
Jessi crinkled her nose. “Yeah, the puppy was cute, but he wasn’t very well behaved—it wanted to climb on everyone and lick you all over! I had to take a bath when I got home! I like dogs, but I don’t want to smell like one.” The other girls giggled.
Jessi stretched her legs where she sat on the floor. “And after all the hours at Ballet School, I pull a muscle while I’m playing with Little Reggie.” She rubbed the inside of her thigh and groaned a little. “My ballet teacher said it’s probably my adductor or gracilis muscles. It’s not uncommon for dancers to injure themselves there, and it’ll heal in a few days, but I’m out of ballet practice until then.”
“Well, at least it’s just a few days,” Kristy said, sympathizing. “Remember when I broke my arm? I had to miss a full season of soccer, and I almost didn’t get to play baseball.”
Jessie and the others nodded, remembering Kristy wearing a cast a couple of summers ago.
“Oh, that’s right, I almost forgot.” Mallory said. “Stacy, are you free Saturday afternoon and evening? Mr. Scott mentioned that he would like you to babysit for Little Reggie, and he’ll pay extra because he needs you to stay with him longer—from 4 until 9 or so. Will that be all right?”
Stacy thought for a minute. She didn’t have another babysitting job that night, but she knew the ninth grade football team was going to hang out at the pizza parlor that night. Allen Wiesman, the linebacker, had been making eyes at her all week, and she was hoping she might get him to ask her along.
“Sure, I’d love to babysit Little Reggie Saturday.” She said, without entirely understanding why she would pass up a chance at a ninth grade football player to babysit.
A little while later, the other girls had left, and Kristy had stayed behind to help Claudia with her math homework (the Club met in Claudia’s bedroom, because she had her own phone). As they were working their way through Lowest Common Denominators, the phone rang. Their customers knew the days and times the Club met to make baby-sitting appointments, but occasionally they would call after hours for something urgent. Claudia answered the phone.
“Oh, hi, Mr. Scott, Mallory said you needed Stacy to babysit Saturday. I was going to call you later to confirm.” Claudia said. “Is everything all right for that? She said you needed her from 4 to 9. Yes, Kristy is here too. Do you need to talk to her?”
“Japan…” Claudia whispered, as her eyes went glassy. Kristy, who had been listening, looked at her quizzically. Claudia handed the phone to her while staring into space.
“Mr. Scott, is everything all right? Yes, homerun…” She said, her face going blank like Claudia’s.
She held the phone, listening to the voice on the other end. “Yes, Saturday at 3:30…I’ll be there. Fun with Stacy…of course.” She handed the phone to Claudia, then looked down at the Math textbook. She concentrated on the page of problems.
Beside her, Claudia held the phone to her ear. “Yes, Saturday at 3:30…I’ll come over with Kristy. Say nothing to Stacy…of course.” She put down the phone and like a switch had been turned, she started up what she had been saying when the phone rang. Neither remembered the phone ringing, or talking to Reginald Scott…
