Mind-Control Panties

fib Eight : Hot & Naughty Bitch

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

tone : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure entered a store it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the type of store it had never ventured into before. It was n't the sort of place that young daughter shopped at. Nor was it even a plaza that masses typically went to to witness vesture. It was a play memory.

The billet tingled its senses. The air hummed with probability, fortune, and wagers. The possibility sent a rush through its mineral vein. If it had n't found this new high of intellect control, it would be tempted to see what sort of mischief it could get up to in here.

None of the customer, almost entirely male, noticed its presence as it ghosted between the shelf covered in notional products. Everything from role-playing game volume to miniature war game figures abounded. The shelf were stocked with all manner of dice and ruler and paint and board sleeve and a host of other items the figure had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its senses, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the digit 's handwriting was a peculiar duo of panties. It was cut minute than other 1 it had dropped off, almost a thong save it spread into a triangular eyepatch of cloth at the back with enough way for two words to be written : dotty gripe. Printed in orange red letters, the phrase contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton blend.

With a flick, it tossed its founding onto a box of war game miniatures, the models on the cover all brandishing futuristic weapons.

The panties were out of place. They should be noticed.

Only its destined proprietor would.

With a final moan, the soma slipped away with nondescript ease through the fanboys browsing the wares. It passed by guys excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a rare card out of a booster pack or at finding the last box of a set of toy. As the figure stepped out, a Pres Young man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a parody face on his youthful cheek. The nineteen-year-old boy was marvellous with a smuggler build. He looked athletic and more put together look than the usual business that shopped here. He wore a cockeyed tank top made of some futurist framework that hugged his torso and a pair of running short. He had sunglasses perched on his straits. He was on his college 's track and field team, but he was also someone who enjoyed playing collectible scorecard games.

There was a new set out for his darling one.

He had a fraud look because of who trailed after him. His picayune sister, Jane.

She had long, brownness hair, I lighter hue than her brother 's poor whorl. She stood slender, appearing almost like a hoyden. She wore a baggy jersey and open jeans, a baseball cap perched on her head. Her blue heart, the Saame shade as her older brother, flicked around while she gushed at all the terrific visual sense. A smile spreading on her lips, dimpling her freckled cheeks.

"What 's that ?"she asked, pointing.

"donjon & flying lizard,"Eric said."RPG game."

"Ooh, ooh, what 's that !"she gasped, pointing at something to the right.

He rolled his eyes. His sister did n't seem to detect that he grit his teeth. He shook his head, hating that his parents forced him to watch her for the afternoon. He was already heading towards the booster packs, eager to commit out a few of them and spread out them. There was a mythical rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get lucky.

It would discharge his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a duad of panties. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some variety of figures. She drifted to the duo and snagged them up. She shuddered as the shudder rippled through her. She turned them in her hands, her eyes falling on the specialize strip that widened into a triangle.

"Wild bitch,"she whispered, this naughty thrill shooting through her.

Without thought, she shoved the panties into her jeans. She whirled around and saw her Brother on the other face of the storehouse. She darted past a showing, eager to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her quondam brother.

If she could, she would keep up him everywhere.

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Eric Mitchels

It was around eleven in the daybreak when I was finally prepare to get up. It was a Sabbatum, so I was taking it easygoing. The conditions was enceinte, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to head to the game store. I had another twenty I could drop on lifter packs. Maybe this time I get the card. I could n't yield to buy it, it was way too much on the secondary marketplace. It would complete my deck. I wanted to be ready for next Friday night.

Deciding on heading to the secret plan store instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a pair of jean shorts. I snagged a tight T-shirt, pulling it over my fit manikin. I stood up, stretching. My belly rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched open air the doorway and came face-to-face with my little sister.

"Jane ?"I started to groan until I noticed how precious she looked. She had war paint on, giving her a more womanly look. And there was this ellipses risky looking at in her downcast center. I frowned, then blinked when I noticed what she was wearing.

She had on a fuddled duet of jeans that hugged her flesh. The jean clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't consume much hips, she had some feminine curve to her eighteen-year-old eubstance. Even alien, I could see her abdomen. She wore a belly shirt, a outer boundary of pink running down beneath the cloth cupping her small-scale breasts. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a lot of purple cloth wrapped around her torso. I shivered as this strange tingle running through me. It rippled across my peel and ended at my cock. I started to chub up.

Why was I getting hard at the slew of my little sister ?

"Hey,"she said, this big grin on her look. It really set off the freckles on her cheek."You going somewhere ?"

"Yeah, to the game storage,"I said.

Her middle lit up, that wildfire still burning in their depth."Can I make out ?"

Normally, I would say no, but all the line of descent was rushing to my putz. She was looking ... sexy. Her tum was level and toned, her breasts, while small, had a Nice shape to them. Her teat pressed hard, poking at the thin cloth.

"Sure."

Joy burst to life in her eyes. She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She bounced up and planted a kiss on my buttock. I could 've sworn I felt her tongue for a second like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this look of low joy, this wild delight.

I could n't aid but notice the light-blue boundary of her panties peeking out of the low-riding denim she wore.

When did my little sister get hot ? Damn.

"You think you 're going to get the scorecard this time ?"she asked as we headed down the hallway.

"Only one way to get out,"I said, my hawkshaw at a full hard-on. I wanted to correct myself, but I could n't in front of my fiddling sister. shit, she smelled commodity, too. Something like lilac in the air. This ornate fragrance. Perfume ? Jane was wearing perfume and make-up ?

What was going on ?

I felt that tingle racing through me the entire way down the stairs. I could n't aid but note her firm, little tit jiggling in her tight top. They were blossoming into a scrumptious duet of knocker. I was rock-hard. I wanted to head back to my bedroom and stroke my pecker while thinking about my little sister. This was insane. She felt so nice against my arm. She rubbed her face against my berm, giggling in delight.

"We 're going to the entrepot, Mom,"I called.

Our mother peeked in from the kitchen."Oh, do n't you two look cunning together. I 'm glad you 're spending some prison term with your little sister. I know how much she loves hanging out with you."

"Yeah,"I said, trying not to ogle my sister 's budding tits in front of my mother."She 's really ... uh ... growing on me."

Jane giggled in delight.

"That 's wonderful,"Mom said."Have fun !"

We headed outside. Jane broke away so we could get in my car. She hopped into the passenger arse of my Toyota Corolla. It was over a 10 old, but it ran. I slipped in and started it up. She was bouncing on her tooshie, her light-brown hair swaying about her face. Her cheekbones were fragile, her lips ruby red. The eye shadow only enhanced the deep bluing of her centre. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her exposed midriff and enticing cleavage. Even her shoulders were cute.

Damn. I could get used to having a pestering sister who looked like this.

We reached the secret plan shop after about ten minutes, Jane bursting out of the car and racing around to my side before I could climb out. She took my arm the moment I got out, rubbing her cheek against my arm. I kinda liked it. There was something ... affectionate about it. The motion reminded me of something, but I could n't quite put my finger on it. It was in the cover of my thinker, but I ignored it. I headed inside, the bell shape tinkling as we entered.

It was Sat, so the place was packed. There was some scorecard tournament going on in the cover, a bunch of player huddled around turn up board. They were n't playing my plot. It looked like one of the Anime ones with the cunning girls. I was n't quite into that. Dragon Ball Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's head darted left and ripe as we headed towards the booster packs. She chatted, her vox making this soothing background noise. I paid only half attending of what she said, it was all just excited bark. Cute, but meaningless. Her head darted around, her eyes spacious. I swear her rose hip were wiggling.

I grabbed a match of booster inner circle off the rack, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a little rack of cosplay items. Basic stuff and nonsense. Some headbands for that ninja anime, a few shirts, and a pair of dog ear on a headband. The moment I saw them, the quiver raced through me. I seized the dog ears, not caring about the damage, and placed them on my sis 's top dog. The floppy disk capitulum dangled down the slope of her head, swaying as she moved. I could n't help myself.

I rubbed the top of her head, petting her.

"Eric,"she said."Are you buying this for me ?"

"Yeah,"I said, loving the joy in her eyes."They look cunning on you."

She squealed and threw her coat of arms around my cervix. She pressed that lithe body against me, my dick throbbing as she planted another kiss on my cheek. This time, I was certain I felt her clapper licking for a moment. Then she broke away, her dog auricle swaying and flopping around. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. I smiled, her body brushing mine as I headed towards the Johnny Cash register.

When we reached the counter, she darted to digest right beside me. She leaned her elbows on the glass display the hard cash register set on and said,"expression what my brother 's buying me. Are n't they cute ?"

"Yeah, they are,"the fat, middle-aged guy working the cash registry said. He had a scraggly shadow of a beard that ran down his mandible."They really fit you."

"Do n't they,"I said, giving the top of Jane 's head another scratch.

She let out this moment was practically orgasmic. It made my dick throb hard.

I tossed the booster intersection on the sideboard before us."And these."

He nodded, ringing me up. My babe squirmed against me the integral sentence as I paid. I had just sufficiency money. I got a couple of cents back in modification and then we were off. She clung to me again, her fountainhead shaking, her floppy ears bouncing. Her little olfactory organ twitched.

I clutched the supporter pack in my hired hand, feeling the carte inside. The hydrofoil they were wrapped in rumple. We stepped outside into the sun, the daybreak warm. She broke away from me and darted to her position of my car. I slipped into the driver seat as she climbed in the former side.

"Here we go,"I said, holding up the commencement booster pack. I glanced at her."springiness me a kiss for luck."

"Yes,"she gasped.

She darted her oral sex towards me. Instead of planting a kiss on my brass like I expected, she brushed my lips. Her knife swiped out, licking across them and brushing the tip of my nose.

She smiled at me, squirming."I just know you 're going to get it."

"Yeah,"I solid ground, all the ancestry swelling my dick. I do n't think ever being harder. My babe was just so cute.

I popped open the number 1 mob, ignoring all the commons and uncommons. I went straight for the finis carte du jour where the rare or the mythic rare would be found.

I sighed. A bust. A dud of a rarefied that I would n't even get a buck for.

I opened the second pack, the foil crinkling. Jane was perched on her knees now trembling as she watched. She had this smell of hope in her eyes, her hands clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her little nose twitching.

"Damn,"I moaned, getting a threefold ground in the second pack. It was n't a bad pull, but it was n't in the vividness I was playing.

"cobbler's last one,"she said, her voice strained."I just know it. This is the one, Eric."

The tingle raced around me. I groaned as I grabbed the tab on the back of the pack. I yanked, ripping the sealing gum apart and opening it. I slid the cards out of my hand, fanning through the trash common, giving the few uncommon a glance, and ...

My centre almost stopped. There it was. The mythic rare I needed. This card sold for eighty-seven dollars final prison term I looked online. My eye exalted.

"That 's it, is n't it ?"Jane gasped, staring at me with wide-eyed eyes.

I gave a slow nod. With care, I set the scorecard on my dashboard, my body trembling.

Before I could do anything else, my Sister squealed and threw her munition around my neck opening. Then her mouth were kissing me everywhere. Her natural language was flicking out, licking across my case. Her natural language darted around my buttock. My mentum. She lapped at my forehead.

Her tongue felt awful. Wet and hot, bathing me in her saliva.

And then she found my lips. I groaned as her tongue thrust into my mouth. She licked around the inside, whimpering against me. My dick throbbed, demanding that same caress. I shuddered, my hand shooting down to the fly of my shorts. I popped the fastener. The zipper rasped. I pulled out my cock as I groaned into the buss with my sister.

I needed her to love me. I needed her to thrash my rooster. If she did, she would be such a good, little sister.

As if sensing my need, Jane pulled away, her cheeks flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the pot of my gumshoe. My little sister shuddered, her small bosom jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a deep breath and said,"Do you need me to ... ?"

I nodded."You 'd be a keen, petty sister if you did."

"Of course !"she gasped."I 'm your little sister."

I groaned at the incestuous contact of her mitt grabbing my backbreaking dick. I reclined back in my fundament, not caring that people were coming in and out of the depot. They walked by the car as my trivial Sister leaned down. She was just doing what a good, little Sister should.

There was zilch wrong with that. null I should be ashamed of.

"Yes,"I groaned as her tongue swiped over the spongy tip of my crown. She gathered up the glob of precum.

She giggled."You like that ?"

I scratched her head between her ears. She shuddered and darted her head down again. She licked all the way across my prick in one long, shuddering go. I groaned, my globe tensing at the joy. Such a good, short sister.

I kept scratching the top of her head, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the crownwork of my dick. It was incredible. Her tongue was so spry. Then she licked at the shaft right beneath my tip, her bridge player pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous rush shooting through me. I glanced down her body, her rump clad in those tight jeans, the denim molding to her precious derriere. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What ?

My substance pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her tongue across my dick. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my hawkshaw 's tip in her hot spit. My testicle tensed. They were filling up with a encumbrance of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her head. I shifted in my seat. She was such a practiced, little ... sister. Yeah, she was a undecomposed, lilliputian sister.

"That 's it,"I groaned."You 're such a good ... sister."

Was"babe"the aright Word of God for her ? Something felt missing.

I closed my optic, just letting myself relish it. Her spit was so hot it swept around the end of my turncock. Then she did something wonderful. With a cute, growling purr, she darted her lips down and nuzzled into my orb. Her glossa flicked out, caressing them as her script pumped up and down my saliva-soaked shaft.

"Goddamn, that 's expert,"I groaned. I opened my eyes."Fuck, Jane, you 're such a honest little ... bitch."

Yeah, she was a good, little bitch. My aphrodisiac sister-bitch. I shuddered as her lip nuzzled against my balls. She sucked on one for a moment, her tongue playing with it. pleasure shot up to the tip of my dick, my shaft twitching in her grip. Her paw pumped up and down my shaft. Her hairgrip sent pleasure flowing through me.

Then she was licking back up my rotating shaft. She dragged her tongue the entire way up. I felt her floppy disk ears brushing my stomach. Her lips reached the tip. She nuzzled against it. Her tongue licked and lapped at the slit, gathering up my precum.

"Jane !"I groaned as my aphrodisiac sister-bitch swallowed the tip of my rooster. She sucked on it, her knife dancing around the crown. My cock throbbed in her mouth."That 's it, that 's how you please me. shtup, you 're such a good sister-bitch."

Her hips wagged back and Forth River, her part moaning around my turncock.

I stared down at her she sucked on my cock, her lips sealed around it. Her diskette auricle swayed around her face as she bobbed her nous. Her natural language never stopped licking me as she blew my dick. Incestuous pleasure surged through me as the atmospheric pressure built and built at the tip of my prick. I shuddered as my little sister-bitch pleased me. She gave me what I craved. What I needed.

"screw, yes, Jane !"I groaned."support sucking. hold sure you swallow all. Good, little sister-bitch 's enjoy all their Brother 's cream."

She moaned, a puppy-dog whine. She sucked with such aggression. My dick twitched and throbbed, loving the feel of her pleasing my cock.

I could n't take much More of this. My hand tightened on her head, gripping her hair. She had such a silky coating. I held loaded, making sure she kept sucking. The pressure rose and rose, my sister-bitch swirling her natural language around the tip.

That was it. I exploded.

My cum fired into my little sister-bitch 's mouth. attack after good time of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in delight. Her pelvic girdle wagged back and forth. The car rocked on its electric shock as I shuddered. My back pressed into the seat. My foot jammed on the pasture brake. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.

spurt after spurt of my jizz flooded her mouth. Each irruption sent joy slamming through my creative thinker. It was vivid. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every single eructation. And she gulped it all down. My orgasm peaked.

"Jane !"I groaned."Oh, screw, Jane, you 're just the best sister-bitch there is."

I relaxed my grip. She popped her mouth off my cock and sat up. She licked her sass, cleaning up a footling bit of my spunk that had escaped her mouth. Her blue optic met mine, brimming with delight. I scratched between her ears. She shuddered.

"I did good ?"she asked.

"You 're the honest sister-bitch in the world,"I panted.

She squealed in delight and hugged me again. Her lingua licked up my cheek over and over. I shuddered, smiling. I was buzzing in delectation. She was amazing. I would let her keep licking me. It was when I realized I had to buy thing for her. She was my sister-bitch.

I had to take care of her.

"We need to go to the pet depot,"I panted."There 's so much I need to get you."

She nodded her chief, her optic calendered with fervour."Yes !"she barked."We have to."

She bounced on her stifle in the seat, whining. Her excitement was enthusiastic.

I started my car and bucked out. She had her cheek pressed against the window. I rolled it down for her. I smiled as she thrust her head out. Her floppy dog ear flapped in the breeze. She looked like she was having so a great deal fun. My tool throbbed, so sword lily I had my footling sister-bitch to drive maintenance of.

I would be the best brother-owner in the world.

When I could, I petted my hand down her spine, sliding from her bare shoulders, across her belly shirt, to her blue back. She really wiggled when I scratched her right above the waistband of her jeans. She whimpered, her ass swaying.

She was missing something there.

She bounced with agitation as I pulled off the route into the heavy pet store 's parking lot. She thrust her head back inside the car, grinning at me. Her brown hair was wind-tousled, her dog ears swaying. Her headband almost blended in with her tomentum color, nearly vanishing in her flowing locks.

"exit to get you everything you need,"I told her."You excited ?"

"Yes !"she barked."So excited."

I parked, and she bounded out of the car before I could even abuse out. I shook my headland, glad that she raced around the car and came up to my side. Some sister-bitches you 'd birth to track all over. She was such a good puppy. I scratched her head, and she smiled in pleasure. She clung to my arm as we swept inside. I was so activated to buy her everything she needed.

The sliding glass door whisked opened on our coming. The pet store was arrayed before us. It brimmed with possibilities. So many of them. Jane 's psyche whipped around, her mane of long, brown hair sweeping about her berm. Her slight breasts jiggled in her pie-eyed dumbbell pipe. Should a sister-bitch vesture clothing ? I blinked at that idea, this tingling racing through my body. Well, of course, she needed clothes. She could n't go around naked.

Why not ? the quiver seemed to whisper.

"Ooh, looking at at that,"Jane said, tugging on my arm."Ooh, ooh, it 's so shiny. Can I have that ?"

"You do n't need a bright dog bowl,"I said, tugging her away."Come on, I know exactly what you need."

"You 're such a wonderful brother,"she said."I love you so much."Her head darted up so her tongue could lick my cheek.

I shuddered at it. So hot, a warm tongue.

We walked down the gangway, looking for what we needed. We passed manduction toys, pet food, accoutrement for skirt, fish tanks, and then we got to the collars. I passed the I for cats', heading for the domestic dog'. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my gaze flicking aright and left. There were some that were made of rough, canvas-like material while others were made of smooth leather. A sturdy cloth. foresighted lasting. Some were thick, but that did n't look to fit my sister-bitch. She was a lilliputian matter.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid middle on the narrow-minded black choker studded with shining stud, I knew it was complete for her. I pulled it down, the heart-shaped tag swaying. The shiny alloy glinted. I needed to have it engraved. I gripped the leather band, smiling.

"Oh, Eric, it 's everlasting,"Jane said."Can I wear it ?"

"I have to pay for it,"I said."And it has to get engraved. I need to have your public figure on it so hoi polloi will recognize who you are."

She beamed at me. I could n't help but pet her head.

Next, we headed to the trio. I wanted something to hold on her airless but had sufficiency length to let her playing period. I could n't let her get too far. I also was n't a fan of those triad that you could shrink back or bet out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her taking into custody. There was a black, leather ternary. It was the Saame drab finish. It was dear, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would spare no disbursement for her.

I snagged it, my sister nodding in approval. She darted ahead of me, her cunning hindquarters wiggling in those tight jean. I had to find that accessory. It was the next thing I needed. I headed down the gangway, looking. Scanning. A sister-bitch needed a tail.

Two aisle over, I found the animate being tails. They had bushy fox arse, sleek cattails, crooked scallywag tooshie, and even dog tails. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the type that clipped onto the back of the pant or were held on by some sort of adhesive. They did n't reckon stalwart. None of them looked like they would be proper at all for my sister-bitch.

I frowned, picturing exactly what I needed. None had that strobilus at the end. That plug that would hold it in shoes.

Why did n't they sell anything like that here ?

I spotted a storehouse prole and motioned her over. She marched up and smiled at us."Why, hello ! Mmm, look at the two of you. You look so cunning with your dog ears."

"I 'm Eric 's sister-bitch,"Jane said with such delight."He 's buying me a leash and my neckband and everything !"

I felt that shudder ripple over my sister while the saleswoman blinked her eyes. She shook her head, her saturnine haircloth swaying about the blue Marco Polo she wore. Her centre went out of direction for a moment."Oh, that 's grand. And you need to get a butt for her, in good order ?"

"Yeah, but you do n't get the mighty single,"I said."Where are the ones with the plug ? You know, that I can enclose. I want something physical so it will stick on her. None of these will work."

"Oh, I know what you 're talking about,"she said."We do n't sell those right hand here. You gon na take to go to a more adult store."

My cheeks burned a bit."Oh,"I said."Like the ... blank space just up the street ..."

My sister-bitch gave me a confused look.

"Yep,"the clerk said."I 'm sure you 'll find out what you need there. Is there anything else you need for your sister-bitch ?"

"I want to get her name engraved on her tag,"I said, holding up the collar.

"Why, just head to the spine of the fund and we take care of you,"she said. She had such a friendly grin on her lips. She reached out to pet Jane 's head.

Jane giggled in delight then darted up and licked the salesgirl 's cheek.

The salesgirl laughed."My, she 's a friendly one."

"Yep,"I said, my hand sliding down to grab my sister-bitch 's ass through her jean."She 's such a delight. I 'm really enjoying having her around."

"I bet you are,"she said."You should ask her to the parkland. She looks like she needs to run around. burning off some energy."

My prick throb."Oh, yes, she definitely needs to incinerate off some energy."

The salesgirl smiled and then headed off to help another client. I led my sister to the back of the storage. A middle-aged guy with thick spectacles took the tag to enroll Jane on the battlefront and in small letter of the alphabet beneath,"Owned by her crony Eric."It took about ten proceedings, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the spot.

Jane gushed seeing her name written in the flowing cursive."Oh, it 's so pretty,"she moaned."Please, please, can I wear it ? I want to tire out it right now !"

"Let 's go ring it up,"I told her."Then you can fall apart it. I 'll walk you out and everything."

"Yes !"She barked.

Jane was antsy as we waited in note. There was a number of client before us, and only one cashier working. The missy went as fast as she could, but it was still slow going. Jane whined. She pressed up against me. I felt her lowly breasts and difficult pap rubbing into my side. She humped her kitty-cat against my leg, her denim rasping against my pelt. She was so antsy. I squeezed her ass, holding her tight as she moaned. She definitely needed to go to the common and work off some energy.

I needed to work off some energy, too. My dick throbbed.

Finally, we reached the cashier. As she rang us up, a unusual thrill rippled out of my sis. I blinked, shaking my head, then realized that the leash and choker were in a bag and that the cashier was smiling at me.

"Enjoy your day,"she said.

I nodded, vaguely wondering how lots it costs. I did n't have any money on me. How did I ... ?

The tingle soothed away any questions.

The import we were outside the entrepot, I pulled out the collar. Jane swept back her hair's-breadth and held it out of the way. Her floppy dog capitulum swayed about her grimace as I wrapped the collar about her neck. I cinched it tight, the black leather contrasting with her blanch skin. Her tag dangled down to the hollow of her pharynx, the metallic kernel glinting. Her epithet shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of joy, bouncing in place, the tag flashing.

I pulled back on the tab on the leash, opening its clasp. I snapped it around the pack of Jane 's collar. She trembled, her bow-wow ears swaying about her face. She stared up at me with such joy in her eyes as I gripped the leash. She could n't get far away from me now. She let out a bark of joy, her face bursting with pleasure.

"I love it, love it, I love it !"she yapped, bouncing before me. She threw her weapon system around my neck and licked and lapped at my face. I groaned, letting her bathe me. Passing customers gave fond smiles.

"She 's such a good sister-bitch, is n't she ?"an old woman said, nodding in approval.

I grinned at her as Jane lapped up to my ear and then nibbled on it.

My hammer was so hard.

"come on,"I said, aching to exercise her rightfulness here."We need one more thing. Then we 're going to the parkland. You can feature so much fun."

"Yes !"she moaned and then fell down onto her hands and knee like a honest sister-bitch.

I smiled as I held the ternary and strolled across the parking lot. She scampered with me, crawling on her hands and knees, her floppy spike swaying about her cheek. She did n't try to abscond away from me but stayed right beside me like a estimable sister-bitch.

Damn, I was so glad I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the passenger door. She climbed right up, sitting on her human knee in the seat, her head darting around. The cordate tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the hollow of her throat. I unlatched her leash and closed the door. She immediately rolled down the window and stuck her pass out. She had such joy in her flushed cheeks, her blue-blooded eyes shining.

I rushed around the car, climbed into the driver hindquarters, and started the engine. She whooped in delectation as I backed out of the space, her ass shoved right at me. Her blue jean clung to it. The jean was in the way, hiding the truly Delicious division about her.

I placed my paw on her tush as I drove through the parking lot. I squeezed her ass, feeling her butt-cheeks flex through the denim as she wiggled. She would await so beautiful with her tail. I could n't waitress to buy it for her.

I had driven by the adult Playhouse so many times. It had a crummy flavour about it, the XXX flash in red about the silhouette of a defenseless fair sex. All the Windows were blacked out. The post promised to trade adult novelties. It promised such wicked delights inside.

I got out of my car and headed around the car to Jane 's side. I opened her door and immediately snapped on the trey. She bounded out of the car and fell to her knee beside me. She rubbed her cheek into my calf.

I swallowed as I faced the fund. Though I was nineteen, I 'd never ben in this sort of seat. I 'd always chickened out. Well, I needed my sister-bitch and the terminal thing she needed was inside here. I led her to the door, Jane heeling me. I opened it, revealing the seedy shop.

Naked tit were everywhere. On DVD boxes. Magazine covers. Sex toy boxes. Moans echoed through the depot. Dirty telecasting played on small TVs in the nook. The gasps and moan rippled through the air. A shaggy guy leaned over a counter. He hardly glanced up from the magazine he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could severalize she was uncomfortable. I led her through the shop, my cheeks burn. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"Damn,"I muttered, glancing at some of the thing. pseud cocks. Vibrators. Anal beads. There were some strangely wrought things.

And then I found it. They were good next to the butt hoopla. I groaned at the sight of the rear. There were a cat fag end and a furry dog tail matching the floppy ears my Sister wore. I snagged it up, smiling delight.

"This is what you need,"I said.

"Yes,"barked Jane. She pressed her cheek against my calfskin again, rubbing against my hairy leg.

I tugged on the leash to get her to keep up with me as I strode away. I headed not towards the cashier, but back to the door. This shudder raced up the trinity. I had what I needed. I did n't need anything else, though there were some concern things ...

Maybe I would come in next weekend to buy her some toys to play with.

"Hey, time lag !"the shaggy guy grunted."You have to ..."His words trailed off though. I glanced at him, his boldness going blank. Then he said,"Have a good day."

"You too,"I said and thrust spread out the door.

daylight flooded around us. It almost was a strong-arm comportment. I groaned as I let my little babe out. She let out a barque relief and darted towards the car. She gasped as the triad pulled her up dead. She turned around to look at me, impatience painted across her face. I chuckled and hurried towards her.

"I know, I know, bore to get to the park."

She nodded. I opened the car doorway, she scampered inside. When I unclipped her leash, she grabbed the hem of her abdomen shirt and pulled it up her organic structure. She bared her modest breasts, tossing the garment onto the car bottom. I smiled at the side of meat of her firm, fiddling boob. Her pap were hard.

I pinched one.

She giggled and growled. She nipped my hand with a playful bite."I liked that, Eric."

I petted her hair through the open windowpane."You 'll get to find that a lot,"I told her."Now, are ready for the car park ?"

She nodded. Vigorously. Her puppy dog ears danced around her side. God, she was cute.

I raced to the park. I broke speeding constabulary to get us there. What should take in taken ten minutes took three. I screeched to a halt in the parking space, breathing in the fresh air. I climbed out of the car, running around to unloosen Jane. I clicked on her tierce before she could get away. She whimpered, looking at the open grass. Her breasts quivered as she crouched beside the car.

"Eric !"she groaned.

"Get those jeans off and then we 'll play,"I said."I do n't know why I 'm letting you wear clothes. You 're a sister-bitch, and it 's a beautiful day."

"Right,"she barked.

She stood up to kick off her shoe. Then she wiggled off the pink socks she wore. Next were the denim. She unsnapped them, her hip joint wiggling from side to side as she worked off the tight material. She exposed a pair of lite blue pantie. They were practically a flip-flop but widened into a triangle at the top of her rump. I admired her ass, mostly visible thanks to the cloth vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the musical phrase on the back.

"Wild bitch."

Not any longer. I 'd tame her. She was my soundly sister-bitch.

I groaned when she shoved those panties down. She bent over, a light accumulation of John Brown hair adorning her virgin kitty. She stepped out of her panties and tossed them into the car."I do n't take those any longer."

"No, you do n't,"I said, rubbing her head.

She sank down to her work force and knee on the pasture, her backside arched up. She was ready for her tooshie. I knelt down beside her and brought the conical end of the butt-plug to her backtalk. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth astray. I pressed it passed her rim, letting her saliva soak it. She swirled her spit around it, whimpering. Her picayune bosom quivered and jiggled.

"What a beautiful sister-bitch,"a charwoman complimented as she walked by, her dainty Pomeranian scampering ahead.

"Thanks,"I said."I finally decided to carry her in hand. She 's been a terror, but no longer."

"That 's marvelous,"the woman said."You enjoy your day."

I nodded, pulling the conical end of the butt-plug from my sister-bitch 's lips.

My gumshoe throbbed as I brought the butt plug to my babe 's asscheeks. I pressed the cone cell between them, finding her sphincter. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic whisker. I could smack the spicy perfume of Jane 's pussy. I breathed in the perfume as I pushed the tail 's stopple against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her asshole widened and widened, swallowing Thomas More and more of the spit-lubed butt nag. She gasped, her head tossing, floppy disk ears dancing. Her whoreson stretched wider. My pecker ached as I watched it fly into her asshole.

It was seated in her all the way. Her bow-wow tail draped over the crack and dangled down between her thighs, hiding her slit from purview. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her coxa. Her tail wagged back and forth, her puss flashing.

"How do you feel ?"I asked, glancing at her.

"Perfect !"she barked."Oh, Eric, thank you !"

She scampered around, her tail swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my face, her clapper washup me. Our lip met and I kissed her. I thrust my spit into my sister-bitch 's lip. I gripped the ternary groaning as I loved her. She was so energetic. So in need of her walk.

I broke the candy kiss and stood up, grinning at her."semen on,"I said."Let 's perambulation around the park."

"Yes !"she barked.

She crawled ahead of me, her new tail swishing back and Forth. She was finally perfect. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her supplement. Her collar jangled with her every footstep. I sauntered after her, adjusting my stopcock in my jeans. I could n't avail but stare at that crocked ass, her bow-wow tail swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her pussy would glance out, that pink slit adorned by her curly-brown pubic pilus. Dew glistened on her silky strands, showing her excitement.

She held her forefront high, grinning and smiling and barking at everyone we passed. Her nose twitched as she breathed. Her ass wiggled, butt-cheeks flexing. People smiled at us, nodding. I received such a wonderful compliment.

"What an obedient sister-bitch,"an old man said, a tingle racing down the triad for my baby."You 're a lucky young man."

"He is !"she growled."My brother-owner tamed me. I was such a violent bitch, always bugging him, but now ..."

"Now she 's such a good girl,"I said, scratching between her ears.

"Yes !"she moaned, her hips wiggling.

"That 's wonderful,"the guy said."I wish I had a sister-bitch."

"It 's a treat,"I said."cum on, Jane, let 's prevent going."

"Right !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, sens blade whisking against her hands and knee joint. Her top dog darted to and fro. As I walked her, bozo and female child would number up to pet her question. Sometimes, she would solve their hands while other times she would cower close to me, especially if they were marvelous guys. She 'd press against me and mewl. I scratched her foreland to reassure her. A moment later, she 'd bury her fear and scamper on ahead, her arse swishing behind her.

She 'd sniff little flowers peeking through the weed of the arena. Her head would dart to and fro as some new sight arrested her attention. Sometimes she would rush forward only to get caught up dead by the leash. early times, she crawled at my pace, just breathing in all the fragrance, her piffling bosom quivering. A beadwork of pussy succus ran down her right-hand thigh.

Our path took us near a large pine tree Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. She whimpered as she approached it, then she looked at me. I frowned at her, asking"Is something untimely ?"

"I have to pee,"she said."Is it all right to go here ?"

"Yes."I grinned at her."I mean, you are a sister-bitch."

Jane smiled. She reached the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, turning around. She squatted down and groan. I watched the yellow urine splashing against the body. It spilled on the woodwind instrument to the solid ground, soaking in it. My dick grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her piddle flow rate. She moaned and whimpered, this look of delight on her face.

"Ooh, Eric, I held it for so long,"she moaned."Thank you."

"Just looking out for my cute sister-bitch,"I said, scratching her head.

She nuzzled her face in my private parts. She breathed in."Mmm, you smell so good. And your peter is so knockout. Do you necessitate me to lick your peter again ?"

"I need something a bit more than that,"I said."You 're going to be a trade good, little sister-bitch, right ?"

She nodded her foreland, her floppy ear twitching."Yes,"she moaned."You could love my twat. It 's all right. You 're my brother-owner. You 're the just one who can fuck me."

I petted her."That 's right."

I was too horny to wait to get base. Why not here ? She was a sister-bitch. She had nada to be ashamed of."Open my fly, Jane."

"Yes,"she barked in delectation. Her blue eyes shone up at me, the freckles on her face vellication. Her fingers fumbled at my fastener. She opened up the fly of my short pants, the zipper rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My cock swelled the front of my boxers. My dick was so grueling. She pulled those down next, my tool springing out, almost slapping her in the face.

The racy sister-bitch licked the tip and then giggled."Yum, I love your precum. And your jizz."

"I bet you do,"I said, moving around behind her. I nodded at a elapse dyad. They just smiled and waved at me."Enjoy her,"the guy called."tinker's damn, I wish I had a sister-bitch."

"I know,"the woman said."I bet she 'd work my pussycat so well. Better than you do."

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

Smiling, I fell to my articulatio genus behind my Sister. I grabbed her tail and pushed it out of the way. I stared at her pussy. I could smell that spicy redolence. She needed this so bad. She whimpered, wiggling her ass. I grabbed my prick and lined it up.

I groaned at the satiny feel of her pubic hairs caressing my dick. I was going to screw my world-class girl. My sister-bitch 's incestuous rush shot through me as my prick 's tip nuzzle through her bush and found the virgin back talk of her cunt. She growled in joy, her back arching as I rubbed my dick 's tip up and down her slit.

I found her hymen.

"Eric !"she said as I pressed against her virginity."Yes, yes, I 'm yours. Use me !"

I pressed against her hymen. I felt it stretching and stretching before my pecker. I groaned, my heart pumping fast. The sensation felt incredible. Her pussy rim just wrapped around the first half-inch of my dick. The silk embraced me as her thin tissue layer stretched to its limit.

Her cherry popped.

She gasped.

I groaned as I sank into my sister-bitch 's incestuous slit. She barked and growled and yelped in pleasure as I sank more and more than of my dick into her cunt. I groaned as her silky figure engulfed me. I gripped her empennage in one helping hand, tugging on it just enough to feel the butt plug. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

My chunk rested against her taint. She 'd taken every inch of me.

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the heavy feeling in the domain to be inside my sister-bitch 's pussy. To find her cunt wrapped around my dick. I groaned, my helping hand gripping her hip joint. Her derriere rubbed against my left face, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a oceanic abyss breath, my jersey feeling so tight around my chest of drawers. Her cunt clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

"holy place fucking shit,"I panted. This was better than I could opine. Then I could stargaze about. It was heaven.

"Eric,"she moaned, her hips wiggling, stirring that amazing twat around my putz."Yes, yes, Eric !"

"You like that, huh ?"I groaned, wanting to prompt and yet enjoying the flavor of her around me too lots to do so. I was pinned between two different actions.

"I do !"she barked."Oh, Eric, you have to incite. You feel so good to me, but it will feel better if you pump away. I just know it. Please pump away. Please study that rooster in and out of me. Oh, Eric, I need it."

"She does sound like she needs it, son,"a well-disposed guy said, nodding at me. He walked his Eskimo dog. The dog gave a single bark.

"Yeah, she does,"I groaned."shag !"

Drawing back my hips was incredible. Her frame gripped my cock. The stimulation raced down to my clod. They were tense. Full of cum. I wanted to fire into her. My shaft emerged, inch after inch soaked in her juices. Her spicy smell filled my nozzle. A heavenly scent.

She barked in joy as I rammed back into her cunt. I smacked into her rump, her tail shifting. It was pinned between us, the silky hairs brushing my tool as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spiciness to the delight of her pussy walls. My mitt stroked her sides, petting her as I drove my tool back into her.

My balls smacked into her clit. I groaned at the feel of her slit gripping me. My nuts ached, my cum swelling faster and faster. She was amazing.

"Jane !"I gasped."You 're such a good sister-bitch !"

"Yes !"she groaned."Yes, yes, I 'm so happy ! You feel so amazing inside me, Eric !"

She threw a look over her shoulder joint, her floppy ears swaying. Her blue optic met mine, slick magazine with her passion. She whimpered and yelped as I drove my cock in and out of her. I hammered my sister-bitch 's incestuous depths. Her pussy gripped me. I shuddered, the aching growing and growing at the tip of my tool. I wanted this to last forever.

Knew it couldn't.

I slid my script up her body, caressing up her fluid stomach until I felt the border of her costa. A moment later, I found her pocket-sized breasts. Those budding hillock. I knew they would tumefy. Grow heavy and magnanimous. When she had her first child, they would satiate with Milk River. They would become overnice and round. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her snatch. I plundered her cunt and twisted her nipples.

"Eric !"she barked, her cunt squeezing down on my hawkshaw."You 're amazing ! The best brother-owner !"

I savored the tight traction and increased the friction of her pussy. I plunged with power into her as I manipulated those hard nubs. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my finger. How a great deal fun it was to play with them. It added to the joy of plunging into her cunt while also giving my thinker something else to focus on.

Something to go along the eruption at bay for a little bit longer.

I could n't consider about my pecker. Her pussy. Oh, God, she felt unbelievable about me.

I tugged hard on her nipples, bringing a yipping barque from her. Her hair's-breadth tossed, her ears flopping about her font. Her tail brushed me while her ass wiggled. She stirred her cunt around my dick, massaging my cock.

Her hot, juicy snatch gripped me. Massaged me. Every plunge swelled and swelled the ache at the tip of my stopcock. The silky detrition built in me. My testis tightened. I swung into her, smacking into her bush. I groaned, twisting her nipples, wanting this to live forever.

"Oh, yes, Eric !"She barked."Your cock feel so amazing. Something 's happening to me. I can finger it. I think ... I think I 'm going to cum !"

"What a lucky sister-bitch,"a woman said. She smiled as she jogged by."Make her cum hard. She deserves it !"

"Yes !"I grunted, hammering my pecker into my sister-bitch.

Jane moaned. Whimpered. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter around my cock. It felt unbelievable. I groaned as I slammed into her. The tree rustled over us as she arched her back. Her little breast jiggled in my massaging grip. Her haircloth tossed.

Her pussycat went wild about my cock.

"Eric !"she howled."Eric, Eric ! Yes !"

She was cumming. I could feel her passion spasming around my dick. This amazing ripple. Her flesh massaged me. I groaned, twisting her pap as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing pussy. Her joy rippled around me. I could n't take much More of this. Her snatch sucked at my dick.

"Jane !"I growled, driving to the hilt in her."Such a in effect sister-bitch !"

"Yes !"she gasped."Please, cum in me ! Say to yourself !"

I drew back, my orgasm soaring towards the moment of no return. I could feel it. My cum was about to push through from my dick. Her flesh massaged me as I jammed back into her silky depth. I balls smacked into her bush.

I erupted.

"roll in the hay, yes !"I growled as my cum boiled out of me.

A powerful attack of jizz fired for my dick, basting my sister-bitch 's pussy. pleasure surged through me. This tingling flush of rapture that slammed into my mind. Despite how hopeful it was, wickedness washed across the world. Stars danced, celebrating my pleasure.

Her pussy convulsed harder. She barked and howled louder. She milked me, drawing out spurt after squirt of my cum. I basted her twat. I flooded her. I groaned, dizzy from the ecstasy pummeling my mind.

"Yes, Jane, that 's amazing,"I groaned as her kitty wrung out the last drops of my cum.

"Eric, Eric, yes !"she whimpered. Her head lowered. The spasming of her pussy died as my rooster softened inside of her."Oh, that was wonderful. It was the best thing in the existence. Did you be intimate it !"

"screw yes,"I panted."Jane, it was amazing. You 're incredible."

She threw a look over her shoulder and beamed at me.

I groaned, my cock slipping out of her pussy. I sank down on the skunk and stretched out. The tree diagram rustled over me, the blue sky peeking through gaps in the folio. I felt incredible. Amazing. I just wanted to lie here and pass out.

Jane turned around. Her collar jangled as she nuzzled down my prick. Her knife licked up my dick. She cleaned off her cunt juice. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her tongue bathing my putz. I smiled as I started to get firmly. I reached out and grabbed her leash, holding it in a lazy grip.

"What a unspoilt, slight sister-bitch you are."

"Thanks !"she yipped before licking up my cock again. She reached the tip and sucked it into her mouth, cleaning off all her snatch cream.

As I lay there, savoring my sister cleaning her slit succus off my dick, I thought about the hereafter. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be happy that I was taking upkeep of Jane, pleased with me that I had taken her in helping hand. She 'd be such a good sister-bitch. I just knew it. She would sleep at the foot of my bed, awake me up with cock sucking, and just be a constant joy in my life.

Come Monday, I 'd acquire her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her presence relaxing me as I endured my lesson. She did n't require to go to her own classes. She was a tame sister-bitch now. During my tiffin break, I would satiate myself in her pussycat. I might even tear out her tail and enjoy her asshole. I bet she 'd have sex that.

All my friends would be so jealous. They 'd all require their own sister-bitch. I smiled, so glad for today.

For a minute, I wondered how it happened. A minuscule tingle raced from my sister 's tongue and up through my cock. It did n't count how it happened. It just mattered that I had her.

My loving sister-bitch.

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The image trembled. This duad of panties was so naughty. The figure loved it. The upsurge of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't wait to give out its next span of panties. To get them out there. The figure stroked the new one, a delicious pair of scanty. They were white and embellish with mincing lace that ran in horizontal bands down the front and rump. In finespun stitching, the two words flowed in gold, majestic cursive : Top Queen.

The figure stroked the fluff lace, loving it. This pair of panties would bring such delight to its new owner. The figure had to drop it off.

The figure rose and stepped forward, the mist flowing from a fall of water. It stepped into the vapor and was gone.

The fog would lead to the complete spot for the adjacent girl to find a duo of special panties.

To be continued in the next narration of Mind-Controlling Panties ...