Mind-Control Panties

fib Eight : Hot & Naughty Bitch

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Federal Reserve note : 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 fund it had never ventured into before. It was n't the sort of berth that Thomas Young girl shopped at. Nor was it even a place that people typically went to to line up vesture. It was a play store.

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

None of the client, almost entirely manful, noticed its presence as it ghosted between the shelf covered in fanciful products. Everything from role-playing game books to miniature war game design abounded. The shelves were stocked with all manner of die and ruler and paints and card sleeve and a host of other particular the material body had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its Mary Jane, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the figure 's script was a special pair of panty. It was cut narrow than other ones it had dropped off, almost a thong save it spread into a triangular plot of cloth at the rear with decent room for two words to be written : untamed Bitch. Printed in scarlet letters, the phrase contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton blending.

With a flick, it tossed its creation onto a box of war plot miniatures, the models on the cover all brandishing futurist weapons.

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

Only its destined owner would.

With a final exam groan, the name slipped away with nondescript ease through the fanboys browsing the wares. It passed by cat 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 miniatures. As the figure of speech stepped out, a Young man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a parody look on his youthful face. The nineteen-year-old boy was tall with a runners build. He looked athletic and more put together look than the common patronage that shopped here. He wore a sozzled tank top made of some futurist material that hugged his torso and a duo of running short. He had sunglasses perched on his head. He was on his college 's track and field team, but he was also someone who enjoyed playing collectable placard games.

There was a new set out for his favorite one.

He had a travesty look because of who trailed after him. His little sister, Jane.

She had long, brown fuzz, I lighter hue than her brother 's curt ringlet. She stood slender, appearing almost like a tomboy. She wore a baggy t-shirt and loose denim, a baseball game cap perched on her nous. Her profane eyes, the same ghost as her older brother, flicked around while she gushed at all the wonderful passel. A smile spread on her lips, dimpling her freckled cheeks.

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

"dungeon & flying dragon,"Eric said."RPG game."

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

He rolled his eyes. His babe did n't seem to observe 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 protagonist packs, aegir to rive out a few of them and spread out them. There was a mythic rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get lucky.

It would discharge his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a couple of panties. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some sorting of image. She drifted to the span and snagged them up. She shuddered as the thrill rippled through her. She turned them in her hands, her eye falling on the narrow strip show that widened into a triangle.

"state of nature bitch,"she whispered, this naughty thrill shooting through her.

Without thought, she shoved the panty into her denim. She whirled around and saw her brother on the other side of the computer memory. She darted past a display, bore to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her one-time brother.

If she could, she would follow him everywhere.

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Eric Mitchels

It was around eleven in the forenoon when I was finally ready to get up. It was a Saturday, so I was taking it easy. The weather was great, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to head to the biz store. I had another twenty dollar bill I could drop on booster packs. Maybe this time I get the card. I could n't open to buy it, it was way too much on the secondary coil market. It would complete my deck. I wanted to be quick for next Friday night.

Deciding on heading to the game computer memory 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 form. I stood up, stretching. My stomach rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched open the door and came face-to-face with my little sister.

"Jane ?"I started to groan until I noticed how cute she looked. She had constitution on, giving her a more feminine facial expression. And there was this ellipses wild look in her blueing eyes. I frowned, then blinked when I noticed what she was wearing.

She had on a besotted duo of dungaree that hugged her chassis. The denim clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't cause much hips, she had some feminine bend to her eighteen-year-old body. Even strange, I could see her stomach. She wore a belly shirt, a fringe of pink running down beneath the cloth cupping her pocket-size breasts. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a band of empurpled cloth wrapped around her torso. I shivered as this unusual tingle running through me. It rippled across my skin and ended at my peter. I started to chub up.

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

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

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

Her center lit up, that wildfire still burning in their astuteness."Can I come ?"

Normally, I would say no, but all the blood was rushing to my peter. She was looking ... sexy. Her stomach was flat and intone, her breasts, while small, had a prissy shape to them. Her nipples pressed hard, poking at the thin cloth.

"Sure."

Joy burst to life in her eye. She squealed and threw her sleeve around my neck. She bounced up and planted a kiss on my boldness. I could 've sworn I felt her glossa for a instant like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this look of abject joy, this wild delight.

I could n't help but notice the light-blue edge of her panties peeking out of the low-riding jeans she wore.

When did my piffling sister get hot ? Damn.

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

"Only one way to find out,"I said, my dick at a to the full erection. I wanted to adjust myself, but I could n't in front of my piffling sister. tinker's dam, she smelled soundly, too. Something like lilac in the air. This flowery scent. Perfume ? Jane was wearing perfume and makeup ?

What was going on ?

I felt that tingle racing through me the entire way down the step. I could n't help but acknowledge her house, little boob jiggling in her tight top. They were blossoming into a luscious pair of breasts. I was rock-hard. I wanted to head back to my sleeping accommodation and stroke my cock while thinking about my little Sister. This was insane. She felt so squeamish against my arm. She rubbed her cheek against my shoulder, giggling in delight.

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

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

"Yeah,"I said, trying not to ogle my Sister 's budding tits in presence of my female parent."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 seat of my Toyota Corolla. It was over a ten old, but it ran. I slipped in and started it up. She was bouncing on her seat, her light-brown hair swaying about her cheek. Her cheekbones were fragile, her mouth ruby red. The eye shadow only enhanced the deep blue of her eye. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her exposed midsection and tempt cleavage. Even her shoulders were cute.

darn. I could get used to having a pestering babe who looked like this.

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

It was Saturday, so the place was packed. There was some card tournament going on in the dorsum, a gang of actor huddled around fold tables. They were n't playing my game. It looked like one of the anime ones with the cute girls. I was n't quite into that. Dragon Ball Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's straits darted leave and right as we headed towards the booster clique. She chatted, her voice making this soothing background noise. I paid only half care of what she said, it was all just excited barks. Cute, but meaningless. Her head darted around, her center across-the-board. I swear her hips were wiggling.

I grabbed a pair of booster packs off the rack, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a petty rack of cosplay particular. Basic stuff and nonsense. Some headbands for that ninja anime, a few shirts, and a pair of dog pinna on a headband. The moment I saw them, the tingle raced through me. I seized the dog auricle, not caring about the damage, and placed them on my sister 's head. The floppy disk ears dangled down the incline of her head, swaying as she moved. I could n't help myself.

I rubbed the top of her pass, 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 arms around my neck. She pressed that lithe body against me, my dick throb as she planted another kiss on my impudence. This clock time, I was certain I felt her clapper licking for a import. Then she broke away, her dog ears swaying and flopping around. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. I smiled, her soundbox brushing mine as I headed towards the Cash register.

When we reached the counter, she darted to stand right beside me. She leaned her elbows on the glass display the John Cash register set on and said,"Look what my Brother 's buying me. Are n't they cute ?"

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

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

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

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

He nodded, ringing me up. My baby squirmed against me the total time as I paid. I had just enough money. I got a duet of cents back in change and then we were off. She clung to me again, her head shakiness, her floppy pinna bouncing. Her little nose twitched.

I clutched the booster plurality in my hand, feeling the circuit board inside. The foil they were wrapped in scrunch up. We stepped outside into the sun, the morning warm. She broke away from me and darted to her side of my car. I slipped into the driver seat as she climbed in the other side.

"Here we go,"I said, holding up the first booster mob. I glanced at her."spring me a kiss for luck."

"Yes,"she gasped.

She darted her nous towards me. Instead of planting a kiss on my face like I expected, she brushed my backtalk. Her clapper swiped out, licking across them and brushing the tip of my olfactory organ.

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

"Yeah,"I dry land, all the pedigree swelling my cock. I do n't recall ever being harder. My sister was just so cute.

I popped give the first-class honours degree pack, ignoring all the commons and uncommons. I went straight for the last card where the rare or the fabulous rare would be found.

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

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

"shucks,"I moaned, getting a duple state in the second pack. It was n't a bad pull, but it was n't in the colors I was playing.

"lowest one,"she said, her voice strained."I just know it. This is the one, Eric."

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

My heart almost stopped. There it was. The mythic rare I needed. This wag sold for 87 one dollar bill finish sentence I looked online. My meat exalted.

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

I gave a slow nod. With attention, I set the notice on my dashboard, my body trembling.

Before I could do anything else, my baby squealed and threw her branch around my neck. Then her lips were kissing me everywhere. Her tongue was flicking out, licking across my face. Her knife darted around my cheek. My Kuki-Chin. She lapped at my os frontale.

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

And then she found my mouth. I groaned as her tongue jabbing into my lip. She licked around the inside, whimpering against me. My hawkshaw throbbed, demanding that Saame caress. I shuddered, my hand shooting down to the fly of my short pants. I popped the fastener. The zipper rasped. I pulled out my turncock as I groaned into the osculation with my sister.

I needed her to love me. I needed her to work my pecker. If she did, she would be such a good, niggling sister.

As if sensing my motivation, Jane pulled away, her cheeks flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the deal of my dick. My lilliputian sister shuddered, her small breasts jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a deep breathing space and said,"Do you want me to ... ?"

I nodded."You 'd be a keen, lilliputian baby if you did."

"Of track !"she gasped."I 'm your piffling sister."

I groaned at the incestuous touch of her hand grabbing my surd dick. I reclined back in my seat, not caring that people were coming in and out of the store. They walked by the car as my niggling sister leaned down. She was just doing what a good, fiddling sister should.

There was zilch incorrectly with that. Nothing I should be ashamed of.

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

She giggled."You like that ?"

I scratched her head between her ears. She shuddered and darted her principal down again. She licked all the way across my cock in one long, shuddering go. I groaned, my clod tensing at the pleasure. Such a upright, petty 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 unbelievable. Her tongue was so agile. Then she licked at the shaft right beneath my tip, her hand pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous rush shooting through me. I glanced down her consistency, her rump clad in those tight blue jean, the denim molding to her cute fanny. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What ?

My heart pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her tongue across my dick. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my dick 's tip in her hot spit. My musket ball tensed. They were filling up with a lading of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her header. I shifted in my seat. She was such a unspoilt, little ... sister. Yeah, she was a good, little sister.

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

Was"Sister"the right Logos for her ? Something felt missing.

I closed my eyes, just letting myself enjoy it. Her lingua was so hot it swept around the end of my rooster. Then she did something wonderful. With a cute, growling purr, she darted her lips down and nuzzled into my egg. Her clapper flicked out, caressing them as her hand pumped up and down my saliva-soaked shaft.

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

Yeah, she was a good, piddling bitch. My sexy sister-bitch. I shuddered as her lip nuzzled against my balls. She sucked on one for a moment, her tongue playing with it. delight shot up to the tip of my dick, my shaft twitch in her bobby pin. Her hand pumped up and down my putz. Her grip sent pleasure flowing through me.

Then she was licking back up my shot. 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 aphrodisiacal sister-bitch swallowed the tip of my tool. She sucked on it, her tongue dancing around the cap. My hawkshaw throbbed in her mouth."That 's it, that 's how you please me. piece of ass, you 're such a good sister-bitch."

Her coxa wagged back and forth, her interpreter moaning around my pecker.

I stared down at her she sucked on my cock, her brim sealed around it. Her floppy ear swayed around her brass as she bobbed her head. Her clapper never stopped licking me as she blew my dick. Incestuous pleasance surged through me as the pressure built and built at the tip of my cock. I shuddered as my little sister-bitch pleased me. She gave me what I craved. What I needed.

"Fuck, yes, Jane !"I groaned."Keep sucking. Make 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 aggressiveness. My dick twitched and throbbed, loving the feel of her pleasing my cock.

I could n't contract much more of this. My hired man tightened on her fountainhead, gripping her hair. She had such a silky coat. I held tight, making sure she kept sucking. The insistency rose and rose, my sister-bitch swirling her natural language around the tip.

That was it. I exploded.

My cum fired into my lilliputian sister-bitch 's back talk. Blast after bam of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in delight. Her pelvis wagged back and forth. The car rocked on its shocks as I shuddered. My back pressed into the prat. My foot jammed on the brakes. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.

squirt after spurt of my jizz flooded her backtalk. Each eruption sent pleasure slamming through my judgement. It was intense. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every undivided irruption. And she gulped it all down. My sexual climax peaked.

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

I relaxed my grip. She popped her mouthpiece off my peter and sat up. She licked her sass, cleaning up a little bit of my spunk that had escaped her oral cavity. Her blue eyes met mine, brimming with delight. I scratched between her capitulum. She shuddered.

"I did good ?"she asked.

"You 're the Charles Herbert Best 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 delight. She was amazing. I would let her keep licking me. It was when I realized I had to buy things for her. She was my sister-bitch.

I had to use up care of her.

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

She nodded her pass, her center shiny with agitation."Yes !"she barked."We have to."

She bounced on her knees in the seat, whining. Her hullabaloo was enthusiastic.

I started my car and bucked out. She had her boldness pressed against the window. I rolled it down for her. I smiled as she thrust her head out. Her diskette dog ears flapped in the breeze. She looked like she was having so a great deal fun. My hawkshaw throbbed, so sword lily I had my little sister-bitch to take attention of.

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

When I could, I petted my manus down her spine, sliding from her bare articulatio humeri, across her belly shirt, to her lower 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 excitement as I pulled off the road into the great pet fund '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 hair color, nearly vanishing in her flowing locks.

"Going 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 step out. I shook my head, glad that she raced around the car and came up to my side of meat. Some sister-bitches you 'd throw to trail all over. She was such a unspoiled puppy. I scratched her caput, and she smiled in delight. She clung to my arm as we swept inside. I was so aroused to buy her everything she needed.

The sliding glass doors whisked open on our approach. The pet store was arrayed before us. It brimmed with theory. So many of them. Jane 's capitulum whipped around, her mane of long, brown hairsbreadth sweeping about her shoulders. Her little breast jiggled in her nasty breast tube. Should a sister-bitch article of clothing clothing ? I blinked at that estimation, this frisson racing through my body. Well, of course, she needed clothes. She could n't go around naked.

Why not ? the frisson seemed to whisper.

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

"You do n't need a shiny dog roll,"I said, tugging her away."cum on, I know exactly what you need."

"You 're such a grand blood brother,"she said."I love you so much."Her nous darted up so her clapper 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 wad toy, pet intellectual nourishment, accessory for bird, Pisces tankful, and then we got to the collars. I passed the ones for bozo', heading for the dogs'. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my gaze flicking right and left. There were some that were made of rough, canvas-like material while others were made of quiet leather. A sturdy material. Long lasting. Some were thick, but that did n't seem to fit my sister-bitch. She was a petite matter.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid eyes on the constringe pitch-black collar studded with bright rivets, I knew it was perfect for her. I pulled it down, the cordate tag swaying. The shiny metal glinted. I needed to birth it engraved. I gripped the leather dance band, smiling.

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

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

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

Next, we headed to the leashes. I wanted something to keep her close down but had enough length to let her fun. I could n't let her get too far. I also was n't a fan of those leashes that you could forswear or bring out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her collar. There was a Shirley Temple, leather three. It was the same wickedness finish. It was costly, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would save no expenses for her.

I snagged it, my sister nodding in blessing. She darted ahead of me, her precious hind end wiggling in those mingy dungaree. I had to find that accessary. It was the next affair I needed. I headed down the aisle, looking. Scanning. A sister-bitch needed a tail.

Two aisle over, I found the beast tails. They had bushy fox tails, sleek cattails, crooked monkey tails, and even dog stern. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the type that clipped onto the cover of the pants or were held on by some sort of adhesive. They did n't look uncompromising. 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 cone at the end. That jade that would view as it in shoes.

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

I spotted a storage worker and motioned her over. She marched up and smiled at us."Why, how-do-you-do ! 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 joy."He 's buying me a III and my collar and everything !"

I felt that tingle rippling over my Sister while the salesgirl blinked her heart. She shook her head, her non-white hair swaying about the blue Polo she wore. Her eyes went out of focus for a moment."Oh, that 's wonderful. And you need to get a tail for her, right ?"

"Yeah, but you do n't have the right on ace,"I said."Where are the ones with the plug ? You know, that I can insert. I want something physical so it will stay on her. None of these will work."

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

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

My sister-bitch gave me a confused look.

"Yep,"the shop assistant said."I 'm sure you 'll find 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 principal to the back of the store and we take care of you,"she said. She had such a favorable grin on her back talk. She reached out to pet Jane 's head.

Jane giggled in joy 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 snap up my sister-bitch 's ass through her dungaree."She 's such a delight. I 'm really enjoying having her around."

"I bet you are,"she said."You should require her to the park. She looks like she needs to run around. sunburn off some energy."

My dick throb."Oh, yes, she definitely needs to burn off some energy."

The saleswoman smiled and then headed off to help another client. I led my sister to the backbone of the store. A middle-aged guy with wooden-headed glasses took the tag to grave Jane on the front and in small letters beneath,"Owned by her brother Eric."It took about ten moment, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the touch.

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

"Let 's go ring it up,"I told her."Then you can wear it. I 'll take the air you out and everything."

"Yes !"She barked.

Jane was antsy as we waited in line. There was a routine of customers before us, and only one cashier working. The girl went as fast as she could, but it was still slow going. Jane whined. She pressed up against me. I felt her small chest and backbreaking nipple rubbing into my face. She humped her pussycat against my leg, her denim rasping against my peel. She was so antsy. I squeezed her ass, holding her tight as she moaned. She definitely needed to go to the Park and work off some energy.

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

Finally, we reached the bank clerk. As she rang us up, a strange tingle rippled out of my sister. I blinked, shaking my head, then realized that the leash and arrest were in a bag and that the cashier was smiling at me.

"Enjoy your day,"she said.

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

The tingling soothed away any questions.

The consequence we were outside the store, I pulled out the collar. Jane swept back her hair and held it out of the way. Her floppy dog capitulum swayed about her face as I wrapped the dog collar about her neck opening. I cinched it tight, the black leather contrasting with her blanch skin. Her tag dangled down to the hollow of her pharynx, the metallic heart glinting. Her public figure shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of delight, bouncing in situation, the tag flashing.

I pulled back on the tab on the tierce, opening its clasp. I snapped it around the doughnut of Jane 's collar. She trembled, her doggie ear swaying about her grimace. She stared up at me with such joy in her oculus as I gripped the troika. She could n't get far away from me now. She let out a bark of joy, her case bursting with pleasure.

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

"She 's such a commodity 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 pecker was so hard.

"cum on,"I said, aching to work out her rightfield here."We need one more thing. Then we 're going to the park. You can have so a good deal fun."

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

I smiled as I held the leash and strolled across the parking lot. She scampered with me, crawling on her hands and knee joint, her floppy auricle swaying about her cheeks. She did n't try to bolt away from me but stayed right beside me like a expert sister-bitch.

Damn, I was so glad I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the passenger door. She climbed properly up, sitting on her human knee in the bottom, her head darting around. The heart-shaped tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the hollow of her pharynx. I unlatched her triad and closed the door. She immediately rolled down the window and stuck her head out. She had such joy in her rose-cheeked cheeks, her bluish eyes shining.

I rushed around the car, climbed into the number one wood fundament, and started the railway locomotive. She whooped in delight as I backed out of the distance, her ass shoved right at me. Her jeans clung to it. The denim was in the way, hiding the truly delightful parts about her.

I placed my hand on her rump as I drove through the parking lot. I squeezed her ass, feeling her butt-cheeks flex through the denim as she wiggled. She would reckon so beautiful with her hind end. I could n't wait to buy it for her.

I had driven by the adult wendy house so many times. It had a tinny look about it, the XXX flash in red about the silhouette of a bare woman. All the window were blacked out. The place promised to betray adult trinket. It promised such impish pleasure inside.

I got out of my car and headed around the car to Jane 's slope. I opened her door and immediately snapped on the ternary. 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 store. Though I was 19, I 'd never ben in this sort of blank space. I 'd always chickened out. Well, I needed my sister-bitch and the survive affair she needed was inside here. I led her to the door, Jane heeling me. I opened it, revealing the seedy shop.

Naked boob were everywhere. On DVD boxes. magazine publisher covers. Sex toy boxful. groan echoed through the storage. Dirty videos played on lowly TVs in the quoin. The gasps and groans rippled through the air. A shaggy-coated guy leaned over a return. He hardly glanced up from the magazine he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could tell she was uncomfortable. I led her through the computer storage, my face burning. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"darn,"I muttered, glancing at some of the things. Fake hammer. Vibrators. Anal beads. There were some strangely shaped things.

And then I found it. They were right next to the fundament jade. I groaned at the visual sense of the rump. There were a cat tail 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 haired leg.

I tugged on the deuce-ace to get her to go along up with me as I strode away. I headed not towards the teller, but back to the room access. This frisson raced up the lead. I had what I needed. I did n't involve anything else, though there were some interesting things ...

Maybe I would amount in side by side weekend to buy her some toys to run with.

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

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

Daylight flooded around us. It almost was a physical presence. I groaned as I let my short sister out. She let out a bark relief and darted towards the car. She gasped as the 3 pulled her up short. She turned around to look at me, impatience painted across her face. I chuckled and hurried towards her.

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

She nodded. I opened the car room access, she scampered inside. When I unclipped her leash, she grabbed the hem of her abdomen shirt and pulled it up her body. She bared her pocket-sized tit, tossing the garment onto the car seat. I smiled at the side of her firm, little boob. Her pap were hard.

I pinched one.

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

I petted her hair through the afford window."You 'll get to feel that a lot,"I told her."Now, are fix for the park ?"

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

I raced to the park. I broke speeding police to get us there. What should have taken ten mo took three. I screeched to a halt in the parking blank space, breathing in the fresh air. I climbed out of the car, running around to liberate Jane. I clicked on her leash 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 blue jean off and then we 'll play,"I said."I do n't be intimate why I 'm letting you outwear clothes. You 're a sister-bitch, and it 's a beautiful day."

"Right,"she barked.

She stood up to give up off her brake shoe. Then she wiggled off the pink socks she wore. Next were the jeans. She unsnapped them, her articulatio coxae wiggling from side to side as she worked off the tight stuff. She exposed a pair of light blue panties. They were practically a flip-flop but widened into a Triangle at the top of her tail. I admired her ass, mostly visible thanks to the cloth vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the phrase on the back.

"wilderness bitch."

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

I groaned when she shoved those scanty down. She bent over, a loose collection of brown hair adorning her Virgo the Virgin pussy. She stepped out of her panty and tossed them into the car."I do n't demand those any longer."

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

She sank down to her custody and knee on the locoweed, her nates arched up. She was gear up for her tail. I knelt down beside her and brought the conical end of the butt-plug to her lips. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her oral cavity wide. I pressed it passed her lips, letting her spittle soaking it. She swirled her knife around it, whimpering. Her small boob quivered and jiggled.

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

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

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

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

My prick throbbed as I brought the butt quid to my Sister 's asscheeks. I pressed the cone between them, finding her sphincter. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic hair. I could sense the spicy odor of Jane 's pussy. I breathed in the scent as I pushed the tail 's hoopla against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her cocksucker widened and widened, swallowing more and more of the spit-lubed butt male plug. She gasped, her fountainhead tossing, floppy ears dancing. Her asshole unfold wider. My gumshoe ached as I watched it vanish into her asshole.

It was seated in her all the way. Her doggy seat draped over the crack and dangled down between her second joint, hiding her pussy from thought. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her pelvic arch. Her tail wagged back and forth, her snatch flashing.

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

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

She scampered around, her tail swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my nerve, her tongue bathing me. Our lips met and I kissed her. I thrust my tongue into my sister-bitch 's backtalk. I gripped the leash groaning as I loved her. She was so energetic. So in want of her walk.

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

"Yes !"she barked.

She crawled ahead of me, her new tail swishing back and forth. She was finally hone. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her accessory. Her collar jangled with her every stair. I sauntered after her, adjusting my cock in my jeans. I could n't help but stare at that compressed ass, her doggy rear swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her kitty-cat would peek out, that pink dent adorned by her curly-brown pubic hair. Dew glistened on her silky strands, showing her excitement.

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

"What an obedient sister-bitch,"an old man said, a prickling racing down the trinity for my sister."You 're a favorable young man."

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

"Now she 's such a trade 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 goody,"I said."seed on, Jane, let 's keep going."

"Right !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, Gunter Grass blades whisking against her men and articulatio genus. Her header darted to and fro. As I walked her, hombre and girls would come up to pet her school principal. Sometimes, she would lick their work force while other times she would cower close to me, especially if they were tall guys. She 'd press against me and wail. I scratched her head to reassure her. A bit later, she 'd forget her fright and scamper on ahead, her rump swishing behind her.

She 'd sniff little flowers peeking through the sess of the subject. Her head would flit to and fro as some new pile arrested her attention. Sometimes she would festinate forward only to get caught up short by the troika. Other times, she crawled at my pace, just breathing in all the scents, her little tit quivering. A bead of pussy juice ran down her right thigh.

Our route took us near a large pine tree. She whimpered as she approached it, then she looked at me. I frowned at her, asking"Is something ill-timed ?"

"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 tree, turning around. She squatted down and groan. I watched the yellow urine splashing against the trunk. It spilled on the wood to the primer, soaking in it. My dick grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her pee menstruation. 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 cunning sister-bitch,"I said, scratching her head.

She nuzzled her face in my genitalia. She breathed in."Mmm, you smell so good. And your dick is so hard. Do you ask me to lick your rooster again ?"

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

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

I petted her."That 's right."

I was too horny to wait to get home. Why not here ? She was a sister-bitch. She had nothing to be ashamed of."unfold my fly, Jane."

"Yes,"she barked in delight. Her aristocratic eyes shone up at me, the lentigo on her face twitching. Her digit fumbled at my fastener. She opened up the fly of my shorts, the zipper rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My cock swelled the figurehead of my Boxer. My dick was so hard. She pulled those down next, my cock springing out, almost slapping her in the face.

The naughty 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 passing match. 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 lap up my pussy so well. Better than you do."

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

Smiling, I fell to my knees behind my sister. I grabbed her poop and pushed it out of the way. I stared at her pussycat. I could smell that spicy fragrance. She needed this so bad. She whimpered, wiggling her ass. I grabbed my hammer and lined it up.

I groaned at the silky flavour of her pubic hairs caressing my turncock. I was going to sleep together my first female child. My sister-bitch 's incestuous rush shaft through me as my dick 's tip nuzzle through her George H.W. Bush and found the vestal brim of her twat. She growled in delight, her back arching as I rubbed my shaft '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 tool. I groaned, my pith pumping fast. The sensation felt unbelievable. Her pussy mouth just wrapped around the first half-inch of my tool. 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 twat. She barked and growled and yelped in delectation as I sank more than and to a greater extent of my dick into her cunt. I groaned as her silklike soma engulfed me. I gripped her tail in one bridge player, tugging on it just enough to finger the behind hack. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

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

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the greatest feeling in the world to be inwardly my sister-bitch 's pussy. To experience her snatch wrapped around my gumshoe. I groaned, my hands gripping her hip. Her empennage rubbed against my left-hand side, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a deep breath, my jersey impression so tight around my dresser. Her twat clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

"Holy fucking shit,"I panted. This was better than I could imagine. Then I could dream about. It was heaven.

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

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

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

"She does vocalize like she needs it, son,"a friendly guy said, nodding at me. He walked his husky. The dog gave a single bark.

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

draft back my hips was incredible. Her flesh gripped my cock. The stimulation raced down to my balls. They were tense. Full of cum. I wanted to fire into her. My dick emerged, inch after inch soaked in her juices. Her spicy aroma filled my nose. A heavenly scent.

She barked in delight as I rammed back into her twat. I smacked into her hind end, her tail shifting. It was pinned between us, the silky hairs brushing my stopcock as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spice to the joy of her kitty-cat paries. My handwriting stroked her sides, petting her as I drove my shaft back into her.

My balls smacked into her clit. I groaned at the feel of her puss gripping me. My ballock 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 well-chosen ! You feel so awing inside me, Eric !"

She threw a look over her shoulder, her floppy auricle swaying. Her bluish eyes met mine, glossy with her passion. She whimpered and yelped as I drove my pecker in and out of her. I hammered my sister-bitch 's incestuous profoundness. Her pussy gripped me. I shuddered, the aching growing and growing at the tip of my rooster. I wanted this to finis forever.

Knew it couldn't.

I slid my work force up her body, caressing up her liquid stomach until I felt the edge of her ribs. A moment later, I found her small breasts. Those budding pitcher's mound. I knew they would intumesce. Grow larger and larger. When she had her first child, they would fulfill with Milk River. They would become Nice and round. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her kitty-cat. I plundered her cunt and twisted her nipples.

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

I savored the tight grip and increased the clash of her cunt. I plunged with violence into her as I manipulated those intemperate nubs. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my fingers. How much fun it was to play with them. It added to the delight of plunging into her cunt while also giving my mind something else to focus on.

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

I could n't retrieve about my cock. Her pussy. Oh, God, she felt incredible about me.

I tugged hard on her teat, bringing a yipping bark from her. Her fuzz tossed, her ears flopping about her face. Her behind brushed me while her ass wiggled. She stirred her snatch around my prick, massaging my cock.

Her hot, juicy cunt gripped me. Massaged me. Every plunge swelled and swelled the aching at the tip of my rooster. The silky friction built in me. My balls tightened. I swung into her, smacking into her bush. I groaned, twisting her nipples, wanting this to last forever.

"Oh, yes, Eric !"She barked."Your cock feels so amazing. Something 's happening to me. I can feel 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 hawkshaw into my sister-bitch.

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

Her pussy went raging about my cock.

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

She was cumming. I could experience her passion spasming around my gumshoe. This amazing wavelet. Her flesh massaged me. I groaned, twisting her tit as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing slit. Her delight rippled around me. I could n't take much more of this. Her puss sucked at my dick.

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

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

I drew back, my orgasm soaring towards the moment of no replication. I could sense it. My cum was about to erupt from my cock. Her figure massaged me as I jammed back into her slick deepness. I balls smell into her bush.

I erupted.

"shtup, yes !"I growled as my cum boiled out of me.

A powerful blast of jizz fired for my dick, basting my sister-bitch 's pussy. Pleasure surged through me. This tingling rush of rapture that slammed into my mind. Despite how bright it was, duskiness washed across the domain. Stars danced, celebrating my pleasure.

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

"Yes, Jane, that 's awesome,"I groaned as her snatch wrung out the final stage drops of my cum.

"Eric, Eric, yes !"she whimpered. Her drumhead lowered. The spasming of her pussycat died as my cock softened inside of her."Oh, that was howling. It was the best thing in the humanity. Did you have intercourse it !"

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

She threw a flavour over her articulatio humeri and beamed at me.

I groaned, my cock slipping out of her cunt. I sank down on the grass and stretched out. The Tree rustled over me, the blue sky sky peeking through crack in the leaves. I felt incredible. Amazing. I just wanted to lie here and pass out.

Jane turned around. Her collar jangled as she nuzzled down my cock. Her clapper licked up my dick. She cleaned off her purulent succus. I shuddered, savoring the tactile property of her lingua bathing my prick. I smiled as I started to raise tough. I reached out and grabbed her triad, holding it in a lazy grip.

"What a safe, little 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 pussy cream.

As I lay there, savoring my sister cleaning her pussy juice off my dick, I thought about the future. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be well-chosen that I was taking aid of Jane, pleased with me that I had taken her in script. She 'd be such a good sister-bitch. I just knew it. She would slumber at the foot of my bed, fire up me up with blowjobs, and just be a ceaseless joy in my sprightliness.

cum Monday, I 'd take her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her mien relaxing me as I endured my lesson. She did n't need to go to her own classes. She was a tame sister-bitch now. During my lunch time out, I would satiate myself in her pussy. I might even pluck out her tail and delight her asshole. I bet she 'd have sex that.

All my friends would be so green-eyed. They 'd all need their own sister-bitch. I smiled, so beaming for today.

For a moment, I wondered how it happened. A little tingling raced from my sister 's tongue and up through my cock. It did n't matter how it happened. It just mattered that I had her.

My loving sister-bitch.

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The physical body trembled. This pair of panties was so gamy. The figure loved it. The rush of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't wait to guide out its next pair of step-in. To get them out there. The name stroked the new one, a delicious brace of scanty. They were ashen and beautify with dainty lace that ran in horizontal lot down the front and fundament. In finespun stitching, the two Bible flowed in amber, majestic cursive : Top Queen.

The figure stroked the ruffled lace, loving it. This couplet of step-in would bring such joy to its new owner. The number had to drop it off.

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

The fog would take to the perfect smirch for the next young woman to obtain a pair of special panties.

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