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Becoming Lil' Mandy: Eden Series, Book One

By: Elsa Black
Published By: Blushing Press
Copyright: �2015 by Blushing Books� and Elsa Black
17 Chapters / 45,865 Words
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My desire to dominate isn't unlike your desire to submit. But my desire to dominate is stronger than what most partners are willing to allow. I'm one of those rare men who want to not just correct and train, but to coddle, guide and control. I require a deep submission - the ultimate submission. I desire a woman who can fall back into that purest trusting state, that age of perfect innocence when her Papa was her whole wide world. I want a woman whose dependence is total - from the time I wake her up to the time I put her to bed. That level of care? That, sweet Mandy, is my calling. And for all my wealth - and it is substantial - I will not feel truly rich until I find the woman strong enough to put herself in my care.

Amanda Wingate is the failed product of what should have been a charmed life. Adopted into a family of wealth where she wasn't truly wanted, her desire for paternal acceptance made her prey to a dominant man whose betrayal landed her in prison.

When she is selected for a program designed to reform non-violent prisoners, she has no idea that the backers are actually a group of powerful men who select women for clients looking for Little Ones to train and claim as their own.

Ethan Sharp has everything - looks, wealth and a successful business. What he lacks is the connection he has given up finding among women in his social circle. When he is directed to the Eden Institute, he believes he has found the answer.

But will his pairing with the emotionally vulnerable Amanda Wingate be successful? Ethan is eager to earn her ultimate submission. And with the help of a stern nanny, he begins the loving and sensual task of transforming Amanda into Mandy through equal measures of spankings and sexual submission, which includes making her submit parts of herself she never thought possible. Can her journey into deep submission heal Amanda's heart and give her the security that's eluded her all her life?

"Becoming Lil' Mandy" is a story told against the backdrop of the Eden Institute, which features interplay with other couples in a lifestyle that's become a source of literary fascination for thousands of readers who enjoy tales of intense submission.


“I’m glad you’ve finally come around, Sharp. We wondered when you would.” The older man sat back, resting the hand holding his brandy snifter on the knee of his elegantly crossed leg. He smiled warmly at the younger man across from him. “What can I say except, ‘Welcome to the club’?”

“Thank you, Julian.” Ethan Sharp felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders, but some worry lingered. Now that he’d admitted to what he wanted � what he needed � it meant taking the next step. It meant finding the perfect charge.

His eyes strayed to what he’d been avoiding. He hated to stare at other members’ little ones. It was difficult to hide the longing he felt, especially when looking at Bonnie, and especially looking at Bonnie as she was currently displayed.

Bonnie had been a very bad girl. She was just to the left of the fireplace, bent over the back of a low chair, the ruffled hem of her skirt framing a pert bottom striped with thin raised welts. Her legs were spread, and in the firelight he could easily see her smooth, hairless cunny swollen and glistening like a piece of ripe fruit waiting to be plucked. Just above was the end of a large plug that filled her bottom hole. On the flange of the plug was engraved the words, “BAD GIRL.”

Ethan looked away.

Julian chuckled. “My dear man,” he said. “Don’t be ashamed. It’s what she’s there for. It pleases me for you to see my little Bonnie displayed, to know that you or any man who walks in must fantasize about doing what I intend to do a bit later, which is suck the dew from that little nectarine between her legs and replace that plug in her cute ass with my cock and pound her until she screams.”

From the chair, Bonnie moaned, and Ethan could not be sure whether it was from excitement or fear or both. He glanced back and saw her shift from one patent-leather shoe to the other.

Julian Blackstone smiled and stood, walking over to a hunt scene.� “But first things first,” he said. “You’ve passed the test, you’ve had a look at what we offer here at the Eden Institute, and we’ve ascertained that you are ready to join us and can well afford the services we will provide.” He pulled the picture and it slid aside, revealing a safe. He turned the knob, which emitted a click. Julian opened the safe, pulled out a binder and walked back over to Ethan.

“So all that remains is for you to choose.” He held out the binder and Ethan took it.

He opened the leather cover, his eyes scanning the faces on the pages.

“I can see the disappointment in your eyes,” Julian said. “But remember, the magic is in the transformation. Not too many years ago, I sat where you are sitting now, looking at that very book and thinking that this isn’t quite what I had in mind. So if�”

“No�” Ethan’s eyes were now fixed to the page. “I wasn’t thinking that at all. In fact, I think I see exactly what I want.”

His finger had come to rest on one picture. Julian looked down and smiled.

“You have a good eye, young man. You have a very good eye indeed.”


Chapter One

The Offer


The prisoners in the rec room all turned and looked as the corrections officer walked into the room.

“Wingate!” She called the name again and this time, a small blonde woman stood from a table where she’d been sitting alone, reading a book.

Amanda Wingate could feel all eyes on her as she walked towards the C.O. impatiently gesturing for her to come to the door. Was she in trouble? She couldn’t imagine why. Did she have a visitor? That was unlikely. You made your bed, you lie in it. You’re dead to us. Those had been her father’s words to her the day of the conviction, but they did not hurt as bad as his parting shot. I knew it was a mistake adopting you.

He was happy to be rid of her, and no one in the family dared contact her after that.� She wondered suddenly if perhaps he’d died. Perhaps his heart had finally given out. Was she about to get bad news? As they walked down the long hallway, Amanda realized she wasn’t going to get anything out of the corrections officer, who’d ignored her single question: “Where are you taking me?”

The room she was left in was the room where she usually met with her attorney � mint green concrete block walls, windowless, bad fluorescent lighting, single table, two chairs. The C.O. left her without explanation.

Amanda waited, staring down at nails she’d chewed to nubs. She could remember having nails and weekly manicures at the salon before going for a midmorning latte with Corinne. She wondered how Corinne was doing. She’d always been so animated, so funny. Did she amuse people now with tales of how her best friend had gone to prison?

She felt woefully unprepared to see anyone, and glanced around the room for the mirror she knew wasn’t there. In an effort to do something to make herself more presentable, she smoothed down her hair, pinched color into cheeks left pale by lack of sun, tugged at the wrinkled prison uniform she wore and prayed it didn’t smell from the kitchen duty she’d had that morning.

The door opened. A woman entered. She was tall � unusually tall, Amanda thought. She wore her hair pulled back tight in a severe bun. She wore a black suit and black heels. She said something to the person who’d let her in the room and then pulled out a chair at the desk and sat down. She had a folder and she opened it now.

“Prisoner 4657984? Amanda Michelle Wingate?”

She raised her eyes to Amanda’s.

“Yes,” Amanda said.

The woman dropped her eyes and continued to look through the folder. Amanda craned her neck for a better look. It was the same folder the warden always had whenever she met with him.

“Excuse me,” she finally said. “Are you a lawyer?”


The woman continued to study the folder as Amanda sat in frustrated silence.

“Stand up, please,” the woman said.

Amanda considered refusing until she got an explanation. But she’d been at the Singleton County Corrections Institute long enough to know that it was better just to do as you were told.

She slowly stood, feeling uncomfortable under the woman’s appraising gaze.


Amanda slowly turned around.

“It says here you’re 5’1, 120 pounds.” The woman looked at the file and back at Amanda. “You look far skinnier. Bony, even.

“The food here isn’t what I’m used to,” Amanda said. “I’ve lost weight.”

“That can be fixed,” the woman said, almost to herself. “Natural blonde?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your hair? Is it natural? Are you really a blonde? Does the rug match the drapes?”

Amanda’s composure gave way.

“Excuse me?” she said again. “Who are you?

The woman looked at Amanda directly now with green, almost feline eyes.

“My name is Viola Prim,” she said. “And I’m the only chance you have of getting out of your current situation, so I suggest you just answer my questions. If you do, all will be explained in due course. Now, again: Are you a natural blonde?”

Amanda stared in silence for a moment before answering. “Y-yes,” she finally said.

The tall woman smirked. “Actually, it doesn’t matter�” She continued to look through the folder in silence. “Wow. Twelve to twenty years for conspiracy in connection with a prescription drug ring�” She made a tsking noise. “According to this, you could have gotten a lighter sentence but you refused to testify against your co-defendant, one David Allen Best? In fact, you ended up taking the fall for him without even realizing it.” She looked up over a pair of horned-rimmed glasses she had donned. Her eyes were amused. “Tell me, dear. Was he worth it?”

The room was silent now except for the ticking of the wall clock.

“I asked you a question,” the woman said. “Was. He. Worth. It?”

Fuck you, thought Amanda. Fuck you and your arrogant bitch face.

“No,” she said aloud, her tone strained. Across from her, Viola Prim raised an elegant eyebrow.

“It is indeed unfortunate when we put our trust in someone undeserving.” Viola Prim reached down to a satchel placed by her feet and withdrew another folder. She laid it atop the prison folder and opened it.

“Hmm,” she said. “Well, this makes sense. He duped you into obedience by playing on your submissive tendencies.”

Amanda felt herself go cold. “What? Where did you�?”

“Dr. Best was your dominant�”

Amanda stood. “Where�what�” She was stammering now. How could this total stranger know about the kind of relationship she and David had been involved in? He’d been her first and only partner. The only other person who’d known about their dynamic had been her lawyer, who’d all but begged her to use her former shrink-turned-lover’s Svengali-like influence as a defense. And now this total stranger sat across from her making casual mention of something she’d refused to tell anyone?”

“All right. Fuck you.” Amanda stood up. She walked to the exit, glancing back at the woman as she began to pound on the door. “Guard! Guard!!!”

The tall woman rose with a weary sigh. Amanda glared at her once before continuing to call for the guard. She wasn’t looking when Viola Prim grabbed her by the hair on the back of her head and pulled her away from the door before turning her and slamming her back against the wall. The slap came next, the heat and sting of it so unexpected that Amanda had no time to react. Tears sprung to her eyes, and her breath came in hitching little gasps as she put her hand to her burning cheek.

“Look at me.” The words were soft, commanding. The breath that carried them smelled of peppermint.

Amanda dragged her eyes up to a beautiful face, just inches from her own. She could feel the other woman’s body pinning hers against the wall.

“No one is coming to get you,” she said. “At least until I’m finished. So I suggest you sit down and shut up. Because if I walk out of here without you, by the time you leave, you’ll be a washed-up ex-con approaching middle age with no friends and no prospects. And don’t think being a good girl will get you paroled, because the people powerful enough to dig up the information I have on you are powerful enough to pull strings to keep you here for your entire sentence. Understand?”

Amanda did not want to believe what she was hearing. But she knew somehow that it was true. She swallowed hard and then nodded.

“Good.” Viola Prim released her and walked back to the table, motioning for Amanda to retake the seat across from her. Amanda continued to rub her stinging cheek as she sat down.

“I represent a group which scans institutions just like these, looking for young women we consider qualified candidates for a very unique rehabilitation program. We are private, and our backers are personal proponents of our methodology and dedicated to its success, so dedicated in fact, that they have chosen to underwrite the program at great personal expense.

“The demands of the program are rigorous and you will technically remain incarcerated while in attendance, although rather than a ward of the state you will be a ward of the program. However, the accommodations are far better than what you’ll find here at Singleton County Correctional Institute.”

She paused, eyeing Amanda. “Have you ever been in a five-star hotel?” She didn’t give Amanda time to answer.� “Wait� of course you have. Your father was a hotel magnate, after all.” She smiled. “I would imagine you miss the luxury of that former life. Imagine leaving here for something even better � a private room, soft bedding, expensive clothes, the best food � seconds if you want � movies, amusements, new friends, beautiful grounds to stroll on, and not just for an hour a day in a cage, but real, honest manicured grounds�.”

“What’s the catch?” Amanda found her voice for the first time since being struck.

“The catch is that if you turn me down � and that is within your right � you get to stay here at Chez Singleton.” Viola Prim’s face held the smile of someone who already knows she’s going to win. “But if you accept, upon completion of this program in two to five years, you will rejoin society with your record fully expunged.” She stuck out her arm and looked at her wrist in an almost exaggerated fashion. “Oh my, look at the time.”

She stood up and reached into her pocket. “The warden will meet with you in the morning to get your answer. Should you choose to accept, you’ll be out of here by noon.”

“I’ll think about it,” Amanda said weakly, standing.

Viola’s hand was already on the door but she turned back now and smiled. “Well, I imagine you will. I look forward to seeing you again, Amanda. I really do. I’m not the type to forget when someone curses me.” She winked. “Goodbye for now, dear.”

She left, the heavy door clicking behind her. As Amanda watched her go, she suddenly felt as if her legs had turned to rubber. What the hell had just happened? And why was her heart pounding? Since coming to Singleton, she’d had so many reasons to be terrified. She’d been threatened with rape, had stood by helplessly while her belongings were stolen and had even been punched in the face by another inmate who’d thought Amanda had been laughing at her when in fact she’d been laughing at something on television in the common room.

But the kind of fear she felt in the presence of the woman she’d just been alone with was entirely different. It was the same kind of fear she’d felt standing before the judge - a helplessness that could not be overcome by wits or savvy or quick thinking.

“Wingate?” The door opened and the guard who’d escorted her to the room stuck her head back in.

Amanda stood and walked out to follow the woman down the hall. Before they turned the corner, the guard looked back and Amanda could tell from her expression that she clearly saw the handprint on her face. But it went unacknowledged as they continued to walk.

“I don’t guess you’re going to tell me what that was all about,” the guard asked.


The corrections officer led her back to the dorm. “You’re to stay here under orders of the warden.”

“I can’t go to the common room?”

“No. You’re to stay in your bunk. Your dinner tray will be brought to you.”

“I don’t even get to go to the cafeteria?” Amanda stepped to the edge of the four-bed dorm area but stopped short of the entrance as the guard left. An order was an order, after all. With a sigh, she flopped down on her bunk and turned her face to the wall. Her sore cheek throbbed against the scratchiness of the blanket she’d pulled over her pillow on the thin mattress. She shifted, feeling the springs underneath.

What had just happened? She had more questions than answers after her meeting with the mysterious Viola Prim. Why had she been singled out for this program? Who had given this woman her private prison file? How did she get the additional information about her relationship with David?

She raised her eyes to the photos taped to the wall by her bunk. One was a shot of her and some co-workers from the pharmaceutical company where she’d worked as head of public relations. It was taken at a New Year’s Eve party, the same party where she’d met David. In the shot, he sat at a table to the left of the group, his eyes clearly trained on Amanda.

After the trial when she was awaiting sentencing, she’d gone home and burned every photo of her and David. But she’d kept this one, telling herself that it was because it was a shot of her and friends. But she knew the truth, even now. Even after the betrayal, even after she’d been set up to take a fall for him, Amanda still could not forget how he’d made her feel.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she turned to lie on her back, staring up at the empty bunk over her head. The man she loved, the man who’d promised to take care of her and lead her, the man who she’d submitted to body and soul, had not just betrayed her, but had left her here to rot.

She was told when to wake up, when to go to sleep, what to eat, what to wear. She was given chores and threatened with punishment when she broke the rules. When David told her he’d fulfill her dreams of living a life of submission, she never realized how prophetic those words would be.

Amanda blinked back tears of self-pity. If she just had it all to do over again, she’d have fought against those submissive desires. She’d have been stronger. But she couldn’t go back.

Or could she. Viola Prim had said she would be in the program for two to five years. She’d still be young. If she stayed in the full five years she’d be out just before her thirtieth birthday. With an expunged record and a job, she could start over. And she could correct the personal flaws that had landed her here in the first place � the trust, the naivet�, the sexual and psychological desires that had made her an easy mark for a man like David Best.

She rubbed her still-sore cheek and for a moment wondered what she was getting into. But then Amanda pushed the thought aside. Whatever it was could not be worse than this. Not at all.

Monique Dillon on 11/28/2015 09:16pm
I personally loved Mandy being stuck in a situation where she needed to be a little. I like non-consensual situations and this was one of the reasons I chose to read this book. The sex was completely consensual. I know that people had issues with the fact that something extra was added to the baby bottle. It was never made very clear what that was. Some have assumed it was an aphrodisiac, but what the story has told was that it was an element to help lower inhibition. Now there are a lot of drugs out there that lower inhibition so to assume it was an aphrodisiac was a little stretch. Also, it was stated that the little "extra" something was only given in the beginning to help her adjust to her new role as a Little and that later on they completely got rid of it and she was acting on her own accord without the help of any chemicals!
Livvy on 11/20/2015 11:25pm
brilliant story, i so wish that there was a place like this in real life one of the best age-play series i've read for a while
Felicity Nichols on 04/04/2015 11:06pm
Where do I even begin this review? I'll start off by saying that Elsa Black is a new author to me. I am familar with the age play genre and have read many before but Becoming Lil' Mandy is completely set apart from the Ageplay Genre in the best way. Amanda Wingate has taken the fall for her Dom. She went from charmed rich girl to lonely prison girl. She has accepted herself in jail and doesn't expect to see the outside of the prison for quite some time. When she is approached for a second chance she wonders if she can fit back into society and be reformed. Ethan Sharp is your typical wealthy bachelor with a unique desire. He has finally found a place where his desire to have a Little is acceptable. When he chooses Amanda all he has is a picture and her history. Knowing where she came from fuels his desire to show how just how much she deserves to be loved. Becoming Lil' Mandy caught my interest because I have never seen age play shown in such a different light. This isn't your typical Daddy/little story. This is a story about healing and regaining life. A story about second chances and it shows that not every man in the lifestyle is the best. I loved this story because we saw a broken spirit grow and find her true self. Not only was there kinky sex but there was a deeper story of healing within the pages. Elsa Black has gained a forever fan and I can't wait to read more of her work.
anon on 03/23/2015 01:07pm
What begins as a heart wrenching story about a girl who’s been betrayed by all she’s loved, becomes a story of healing, redemption and love. This is a happy ever after story set in a community of wealthy Bigs who use the prison system as a catalog for littles. The story is written so well you feel Amanda’s fears, insecurities, heartbreak as well as the growing love, security and happiness of her new life. I truly hope this is just the introduction into the world of the Eden Institute. There are so many stories to be told from there.
Laurel Lasky on 03/01/2015 04:51pm
This was a wonderful example of age play. There are many varieties. I like the ones that have healing benefits and this one does. I'm not going to repeat an overview which is well covered. The characters have issues, fear of being abandoned, wanting someone to take care of every need and love and be loved. The story line was amazing and believable and so we're all the characters including the secondary ones. I would like to see follow ups on Elise and Bonnie.
Katy Beth McKee on 02/28/2015 02:56pm
This is a modern story with a Victorian feel. Amanda is in trouble and all alone. The Eden project is really her only hope. While there is a bit of dubious consent because really what choice does she have it still from the beginning has the feel that everything is really for her best interest. Ethan really seems to have feelings for her from the beginning and is willing to do what ever is best for her to help her be a better person. I love how their relationship develops and how she is allowed to explore who she is and remain safe. It seems that there are more stories lurking at the Eden project and hope they develop.
Brittany Barnes (K9girlie) on 02/25/2015 09:33pm
This is a great Age Play story. Amanda was betrayed by her ex and is sent to prison. She was offered a way out with the Eden institute, and reluctantly accepts. After coming to the institute she meets her new daddy Ethan, who is firm but quite loving. I like the marble idea used in this story, it was catchy and something that worked for them. I personally don't care for nanny involvement, but I do see the appeal for others. This story has quickly become a favorite of mine and I would love to see more work from this author.
Margaret Corcoran on 02/25/2015 01:25pm
A wonderful lively story. Well written, with strong characters and amazing scenes. I would highly recommend this story to all who love age-play.
Hunt on 02/24/2015 09:10pm
extremely well written especially for an introductory story.
char1972 on 02/23/2015 01:31pm
Could not put it down was a great age play book. Good plot great characters and a good story.
SH on 02/23/2015 10:13am
This is a wonderful AP story with, I feel, a believable plot. I enjoyed everything about it! It is written very well and the characters were believable which is a must for me. I loved the romance that bloomed and loved the HEA.
Meg on 02/23/2015 08:30am
Amanda is offered a choice, remain in prison or agree to participate in a new lifestyle by entering Eden where she is to be regressed to childhood to be the special little of Ethan Sharp. Ethan is a member of this special group, a very wealthy man that has everything except the one thing he wants – a partner he can coddle and dominate. Mandy struggles to accept the changes until she realizes it is everything she wishes as her body responds to everything her Nanny Prim or her Papa does. Several other littles are in the program as well with their own personalities and Papas.
Redrabbitt on 02/22/2015 07:46pm
A well written, page turning Age-play story with intriguing concept for nonviolent inmates to have a second chance at freedom and their record to be expunged. When offered a way out of prison and life at Eden Institute, they are not told in advance as to what type of lifestyle they will be leading. Sign your consent or return to prison. Serve two to five years at the Eden Institute in comfort. Ethan Sharp is a self made man of means and wealth. Money and things are no object, but what he doesn't have and wants is his own special woman, but not just any woman, he seeks one to be his Little girl and allow him to be her Papa. The Eden Institute helps find inmates (both male and female) for their wealthy clientele, allowing Bigs to selection Littles from a catalog. Amanda Wingate was given up for adoption at birth, adopted by the wealthy Wingates but never really given real love, used by Dr. David Best and then wrongly accused and imprisoned. Can she regress back to younger days and become Little Mandy and learn to trust Ethan as her Papa and find true happiness.
Marybeth on 02/22/2015 05:29pm
First of all, this is most definitely age-play. If you don’t like that, don’t read this story. Second, this starts out non-consensual, if that bothers you, don’t read the story. Ok, warnings done, let’s talk about the story. Amanda is in prison after being framed by a man that she thought cared for her. But, he was using her. The Eden Institute is a group of men who look for non-violent, submissive women, and sometimes men, in prisons. They are taken from prison and brought to the Eden Institute to serve out a shortened sentence as a little for a Mommy or Daddy. They do sign a paper giving permission, but they are told nothing about the situation in which they are going to live. They don’t know they are going to be a little. Amanda signs the paper and then is told what is going to happen. At that point, she wants to leave, but is not allowed. Ethan chose Amanda from a lot of different girls as his little. He is stern, but not abusive. He tells her their relationship won’t be sexual unless she wants it, but then they feed her an aphrodisiac in her night time bottle. I had a hard time with that. Yes, Amanda already had these tendencies, but they pushed it with those bottles. Anyways, Ethan and Mandy’s relationship does progress and she eventually becomes his little girl. The journey is very entertaining to read and I give this story 4 stars.

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