Mind-Control panty

tarradiddle Eight : Hot & Naughty gripe

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

bank note : Thanks to Alex for genus Beta reading this !

The physique 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 space that youthful young lady shopped at. Nor was it even a office that masses typically went to to line up clothing. It was a gaming store.

The space tingled its senses. The air hummed with probability, chance, and wagers. The possibility sent a haste through its mineral vein. If it had n't found this new high of idea restraint, it would be tempted to see what form of mischief it could get up to in here.

None of the customers, almost entirely male, noticed its presence as it ghosted between the shelf covered in fanciful products. Everything from role-playing game book to miniature war plot figure abounded. The shelf were stocked with all fashion of die and rulers and paints and card sleeves 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 chassis 's hand was a especial twain of panties. It was cut narrower than former ones it had dropped off, almost a lash save it spread into a three-sided patch of material at the back with enough room for two words to be written : Wild kick. Printed in vermilion letters, the phrase contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton blend.

With a picture show, it tossed its creation onto a box of war game miniature, the exemplar on the cover all brandishing futuristic weapons.

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

Only its destined owner would.

With a final groan, the soma slipped away with nondescript relief through the fanboys browsing the wares. It passed by guys excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a rare identity card out of a relay transmitter ingroup or at finding the last box of a set of toy. As the figure stepped out, a Danton True Young man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a caper spirit on his youthful fount. The nineteen-year-old boy was tall with a runners build. He looked athletic and more put together spirit than the usual business that shopped here. He wore a tight tank top made of some futuristic cloth that hugged his torso and a span of running boxershorts. He had dark glasses perched on his head. He was on his college 's caterpillar tread and subject field squad, but he was also soul who enjoyed playing collectible board games.

There was a new set out for his favorite one.

He had a put-on expression because of who trailed after him. His footling sis, Jane.

She had long, dark-brown hair, I lighter hue than her buddy 's short locks. She stood slender, appearing almost like a tomboy. She wore a baggy jersey and open jeans, a baseball game cap perched on her head. Her blue optic, the Saame shade as her older pal, flicked around while she gushed at all the grand sights. A smile scatter on her lips, dimpling her lentiginose cheeks.

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

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

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

He rolled his eye. His sister did n't seem to comment that he grit his dentition. He shook his head, hating that his parents forced him to view her for the good afternoon. He was already heading towards the booster pack, eager to pull out a few of them and open them. There was a mythological rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get lucky.

It would complete his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a span of panties. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some sort of trope. She drifted to the yoke and snagged them up. She shuddered as the tingle rippled through her. She turned them in her workforce, her eyes falling on the constrict strip that widened into a triangle.

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

Without idea, she shoved the panties into her jeans. She whirled around and saw her buddy on the other slope of the store. She darted past a presentation, eager to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her honest-to-god brother.

If she could, she would follow him everywhere.

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Eric Mitchels

It was around eleven in the morning when I was finally ready to get up. It was a Saturday, so I was taking it comfortable. The atmospheric condition was great, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to maneuver to the game computer storage. I had another 20 I could spend on booster packs. Maybe this time I get the placard. I could n't yield to buy it, it was way too much on the secondary mart. It would complete my deck of cards. I wanted to be fix for next Friday night.

Deciding on heading to the game computer storage instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a pair of denim shorts. I snagged a wet t-shirt, pulling it over my fit manakin. I stood up, stretching. My stomach rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched open the doorway and came face-to-face with my little sister.

"Jane ?"I started to groan until I noticed how cunning she looked. She had makeup on, giving her a more womanly facial expression. And there was this ellipses unfounded facial expression in her gamey eyes. I frowned, then blinked when I noticed what she was wearing.

She had on a tight pair of jeans that hugged her physical body. The denim clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't have much hips, she had some feminine curve to her eighteen-year-old body. Even strange, I could see her tummy. She wore a belly shirt, a fringe of pink running down beneath the textile cupping her small chest. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a band of purple cloth wrapped around her torso. I shivered as this strange tingle running through me. It rippled across my skin and ended at my cock. I started to chub up.

Why was I getting hard at the quite a little of my little babe ?

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

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

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

Normally, I would say no, but all the line of descent was rushing to my peter. She was looking ... sexy. Her tummy was flat and toned, her tit, while minor, had a Nice bod to them. Her nipples pressed hard, poking at the slender cloth.

"Sure."

Joy flare-up to life in her heart. She squealed and threw her munition around my neck. She bounced up and planted a candy kiss on my cheek. 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 abject joy, this wild delight.

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

When did my picayune sister get hot ? Damn.

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

"Only one way to get out,"I said, my dick at a wide-cut hard-on. I wanted to adjust myself, but I could n't in front of my niggling sister. Damn, she smelled beneficial, too. Something like lilac in the air. This flowery scent. aromatise ? Jane was wearing essence and physical composition ?

What was going on ?

I felt that tingle racing through me the entire way down the stairs. I could n't help but note her firm, picayune titties jiggling in her tight top. They were blossoming into a scrumptious pair of boob. I was rock-hard. I wanted to maneuver back to my bedroom and stroke my prick while thinking about my little sister. This was insane. She felt so nice against my arm. She rubbed her cheek against my articulatio humeri, giggling in delight.

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

Our female parent peeked in from the kitchen."Oh, do n't you two look precious together. I 'm beaming you 're spending some clock time with your short babe. 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 rider seat of my Toyota Corolla. It was over a decennary old, but it ran. I slipped in and started it up. She was bouncing on her can, her light-brown hair swaying about her fount. Her jugal bone were delicate, her back talk ruby red. The eye shadow only enhanced the deep blue of her centre. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her exposed midriff and enticing cleavage. Even her articulatio humeri were precious.

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

We reached the biz store after about ten minutes, Jane bursting out of the car and racing around to my side before I could wax out. She took my arm the instant 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 digit on it. It was in the back of my mind, but I ignored it. I headed inside, the bell tinkling as we entered.

It was Saturday, so the place was packed. There was some card tournament going on in the rachis, a bunch of thespian huddled around folding board. They were n't playing my game. It looked like one of the gum anime one with the cunning little girl. I was n't quite into that. flying dragon Ball Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's principal darted left and right as we headed towards the booster packs. She chatted, her representative making this soothing screen background noise. I paid only half attention of what she said, it was all just excited barks. Cute, but meaningless. Her headspring darted around, her eyes wide. I swear her hip were wiggling.

I grabbed a couple of booster packs off the rack, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a little rack of cosplay items. Basic stuff. Some headbands for that ninja anime, a few shirts, and a pair of dog capitulum on a headband. The bit I saw them, the tingling raced through me. I seized the dog ears, not caring about the price, and placed them on my babe 's head. The diskette spike dangled down the side of her question, swaying as she moved. I could n't help myself.

I rubbed the top of her read/write head, petting her.

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

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

She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She pressed that lithe body against me, my dick pounding as she planted another buss on my brass. This prison term, I was certain I felt her glossa licking for a moment. Then she broke away, her dog ears swaying and flopping around. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. I smiled, her body brushing mine as I headed towards the John Cash register.

When we reached the counter, she darted to stand right beside me. She leaned her elbows on the glass display the immediate payment registry 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 cash register said. He had a scraggly shadow of a whiskers that ran down his jowls."They really fit you."

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

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

I tossed the booster products on the rejoinder before us."And these."

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

I clutched the booster gang in my script, feeling the cards inside. The foil they were wrapped in crinkled. 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 butt as she climbed in the other side.

"Here we go,"I said, holding up the outset shoplifter battalion. I glanced at her."Give me a kiss for luck."

"Yes,"she gasped.

She darted her oral sex towards me. Instead of planting a kiss on my cheek 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 primer coat, all the blood swelling my cock. I do n't recollect ever being harder. My sister was just so cute.

I popped spread the first base battalion, ignoring all the commons and uncommons. I went straight for the last carte du jour where the rare or the mythological rare would be found.

I sighed. A binge. A dud of a rarefied that I would n't even get a Pearl Sydenstricker Buck for.

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

"damn,"I moaned, getting a dual land in the mo pack. It was n't a bad clout, but it was n't in the coloring I was playing.

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

The chill raced around me. I groaned as I grabbed the tab on the cover of the coterie. I yanked, ripping the sealing glue apart and opening it. I slid the wag out of my hand, fanning through the trash commonality, giving the few uncommon a glance, and ...

My kernel almost stopped. There it was. The mythologic rare I needed. This card sold for eighty-seven clam last time I looked online. My gist exalted.

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

I gave a dense nod. With caution, I set the card on my dashboard, my body trembling.

Before I could do anything else, my Sister squealed and threw her arm around my neck. Then her lips were kissing me everywhere. Her tongue was flicking out, licking across my boldness. Her glossa darted around my cheek. My chin. She lapped at my os frontale.

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

And then she found my lips. I groaned as her tongue drive into my mouth. She licked around the inside, whimpering against me. My dick throbbed, demanding that Lapp caress. I shuddered, my handwriting shooting down to the fly of my short. I popped the fixing. The zipper rasped. I pulled out my cock as I groaned into the kiss with my sister.

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

As if sensing my penury, Jane pulled away, her brass flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the batch of my shaft. My little sister shuddered, her small breasts jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a deep breath and said,"Do you postulate me to ... ?"

I nodded."You 'd be a slap-up, trivial sister if you did."

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

I groaned at the incestuous contact of her helping hand grabbing my concentrated dick. I reclined back in my can, not caring that people were coming in and out of the store. They walked by the car as my lilliputian sister leaned down. She was just doing what a good, little baby should.

There was zero unseasonable with that. Nothing 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 capitulum. She shuddered and darted her head down again. She licked all the way across my cock in one long, shuddering go. I groaned, my ball tensing at the pleasance. Such a good, little sister.

I kept scratching the top of her head, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the diadem of my peter. 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 body, her seat clad in those miserly jeans, the dungaree mold to her cute fundament. 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 balls tensed. They were filling up with a load of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her drumhead. I shifted in my buns. She was such a good, piffling ... sister. Yeah, she was a just, piddling sister.

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

Was"sister"the right word for her ? Something felt missing.

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

"Goddamn, that 's goodness,"I groaned. I opened my centre."Fuck, Jane, you 're such a in force little ... bitch."

Yeah, she was a beneficial, footling bitch. My aphrodisiac sister-bitch. I shuddered as her brim nuzzled against my balls. She sucked on one for a moment, her spit acting with it. delight shot up to the tip of my dick, my shot twitching in her clench. Her deal pumped up and down my light beam. Her grip sent pleasure flowing through me.

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

"Jane !"I groaned as my sexy sister-bitch swallowed the tip of my cock. She sucked on it, her knife dancing around the cap. My prick throbbed in her sassing."That 's it, that 's how you please me. piece of ass, you 're such a right sister-bitch."

Her hip joint wagged back and Forth River, her vocalisation moaning around my cock.

I stared down at her she sucked on my putz, her lips sealed around it. Her floppy auricle swayed around her face as she bobbed her head. Her tongue never stopped licking me as she blew my dick. Incestuous pleasure surged through me as the pressure built and built at the tip of my hammer. I shuddered as my slight sister-bitch pleased me. She gave me what I craved. What I needed.

"Fuck, yes, Jane !"I groaned."living sucking. puddle indisputable you swallow all. Good, small sister-bitch 's enjoy all their crony 's cream."

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

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

That was it. I exploded.

My cum fired into my piddling sister-bitch 's mouth. bang after bam of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in delight. Her hips wagged back and forth. The car rocked on its jounce as I shuddered. My back pressed into the seat. My foot jammed on the pasture brake. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.

jet after spirt of my jizz flooded her oral cavity. Each outbreak sent joy slamming through my mind. It was intense. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every single eruption. And she gulped it all down. My orgasm peaked.

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

I relaxed my grip. She popped her mouth off my shaft and sat up. She licked her lips, cleaning up a little bit of my mettle that had escaped her mouth. Her bluish eyes met mine, brimming with delight. I scratched between her ears. She shuddered.

"I did serious ?"she asked.

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

She squealed in delight and hugged me again. Her glossa 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 choose care of her.

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

She nodded her head, her eyes glossy with turmoil."Yes !"she barked."We have to."

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

I started my car and bucked out. She had her face pressed against the windowpane. I rolled it down for her. I smiled as she thrust her head out. Her floppy dog spike flapped in the snap. She looked like she was having so a great deal fun. My dick throbbed, so glad I had my little sister-bitch to fill guardianship of.

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

When I could, I petted my hand down her spine, sliding from her bare berm, 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 route into the large pet computer storage 's parking lot. She thrust her oral sex back inside the car, grinning at me. Her John Brown haircloth 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 mistreat out. I shook my head, glad that she raced around the car and came up to my side. Some sister-bitches you 'd have to chase all over. She was such a good puppy. I scratched her head, and she smiled in delight. She clung to my arm as we swept inside. I was so excited to buy her everything she needed.

The sliding chalk room access whisked outdoors on our approach. The pet store was arrayed before us. It brimmed with possibilities. So many of them. Jane 's school principal whipped around, her head of hair of long, brownish hair sweeping about her shoulder. Her minuscule breasts jiggled in her tight boob underground. Should a sister-bitch wear wearable ? I blinked at that idea, this tingle racing through my dead body. well, of course of action, she needed apparel. She could n't go around naked.

Why not ? the tingle seemed to whisper.

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

"You do n't necessitate a bright dog bowl,"I said, tugging her away."cum 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 aisles, looking for what we needed. We passed chew toys, pet solid food, accessories for birds, Pisces the Fishes tank, and then we got to the arrest. I passed the ones for cats', heading for the dogs'. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my gaze flicking mighty and left. There were some that were made of rough, canvas-like material while others were made of unruffled leather. A stout material. longsighted lasting. Some were thick, but that did n't seem to fit my sister-bitch. She was a petite affair.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid oculus on the narrow down shameful collar studded with shiny rivets, I knew it was utter for her. I pulled it down, the heart-shaped tag swaying. The glistening alloy glinted. I needed to get it engraved. I gripped the leather set, smiling.

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

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

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

Next, we headed to the tercet. I wanted something to preserve her fill up but had sufficiency distance to let her play. I could n't let her get too far. I also was n't a fan of those leashes that you could draw in or play out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her choker. There was a black, leather leash. It was the same dark last. It was pricier, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would spare no expenses for her.

I snagged it, my sister nodding in favourable reception. She darted ahead of me, her cute prat wiggling in those tight jeans. I had to come up that supplement. It was the next matter I needed. I headed down the aisle, looking. Scanning. A sister-bitch needed a tail.

Two aisles over, I found the beast buttocks. They had bushy fox shadow, sleek cattails, crooked imp tails, and even dog fanny. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the eccentric that clipped onto the book binding of the bloomers or were held on by some sort of adhesive. They did n't look hardy. 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 chaw that would hold it in place.

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

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

"I 'm Eric 's sister-bitch,"Jane said with such joy."He 's buying me a trio and my collar and everything !"

I felt that frisson ripple over my sister while the salesgirl blinked her heart. She shook her head, her dingy hair swaying about the blueing Polo she wore. Her optic went out of focus for a bit."Oh, that 's rattling. And you need to get a tail for her, ripe ?"

"Yeah, but you do n't have the right ones,"I said."Where are the one with the hype ? You know, that I can insert. I want something physical so it will persist 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 require to go to a more adult store."

My brass burned a bit."Oh,"I said."Like the ... place just up the street ..."

My sister-bitch gave me a confused look.

"Yep,"the shop assistant said."I 'm sure you 'll observe 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 chief to the rear of the store and we take care of you,"she said. She had such a favorable grinning on her lips. She reached out to pet Jane 's head.

Jane giggled in pleasure then darted up and licked the saleslady 's cheek.

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

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

"I bet you are,"she said."You should take her to the parking area. She looks like she needs to run around. Burn off some energy."

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

The saleslady smiled and then headed off to help another customer. I led my sister to the book binding of the shop. A middle-aged guy with thick glasses took the tag to encrypt Jane on the battlefront and in small letters beneath,"Owned by her brother Eric."It took about ten minutes, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the touch.

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

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

"Yes !"She barked.

Jane was antsy as we waited in ancestry. There was a identification number of client 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 titty and operose pap rubbing into my side. She humped her pussy against my leg, her denim rasping against my skin. 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 operate off some energy, too. My dick throbbed.

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

"Enjoy your day,"she said.

I nodded, vaguely wondering how a lot it costs. I did n't accept any money on me. How did I ... ?

The shudder soothed away any questions.

The moment we were outside the storage, I pulled out the collar. Jane swept back her haircloth and held it out of the way. Her floppy dog pinna swayed about her face as I wrapped the apprehension about her neck. I cinched it tight, the bootleg leather contrasting with her pale skin. Her tag dangled down to the hollow of her throat, the metal heart glinting. Her figure shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of delight, bouncing in piazza, the tag flashing.

I pulled back on the tab on the leash, opening its clasp. I snapped it around the ring of Jane 's leash. 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 barque of joy, her fount bursting with pleasure.

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

"She 's such a proficient 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 cock was so hard.

"Come on,"I said, aching to do her right here."We need one More thing. Then we 're going to the park. You can give birth so much fun."

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

I smiled as I held the tierce and strolled across the parking lot. She scampered with me, crawling on her mitt and knee, her floppy disk pinna swaying about her cheek. She did n't try to go off away from me but stayed right beside me like a unspoilt sister-bitch.

darn, I was so glad I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the passenger doorway. She climbed right hand up, sitting on her knees in the hindquarters, her head teacher darting around. The heart-shaped tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the holler of her throat. I unlatched her leash and closed the room access. She immediately rolled down the window and stuck her head out. She had such joy in her rosy-cheeked cheeks, her blue sky eyes shining.

I rushed around the car, climbed into the device driver seat, and started the locomotive. She whooped in delight as I backed out of the space, her ass shoved right at me. Her jeans clung to it. The dungaree was in the way, hiding the truly pleasant-tasting 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 jean as she wiggled. She would look so beautiful with her bum. I could n't expect to buy it for her.

I had driven by the grownup wendy house so many times. It had a cheesy look about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a naked womanhood. All the windows were blacked out. The piazza promised to sell adult bangle. It promised such wicked delights inside.

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

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

Naked breasts were everywhere. On DVD corner. cartridge holder blanket. Sex toy boxwood. Moans echoed through the store. Dirty telecasting played on small TVs in the street corner. The gasps and groans rippled through the air. A shaggy guy leaned over a counter. He hardly glanced up from the cartridge holder he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could say she was uncomfortable. I led her through the computer storage, my buttock electrocution. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"damn,"I muttered, glancing at some of the affair. Fake cock. Vibrators. Anal beads. There were some strangely shape things.

And then I found it. They were veracious next to the butt chaw. I groaned at the sight of the dress suit. There were a cat tail and a furry dog tail matching the floppy pinna 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 calf again, rubbing against my hirsute leg.

I tugged on the threesome to get her to keep up with me as I strode away. I headed not towards the cashier, but back to the doorway. This tingle raced up the leash. I had what I needed. I did n't necessitate anything else, though there were some interesting thing ...

Maybe I would number in next weekend to buy her some toys to bet with.

"Hey, postponement !"the shaggy-coated guy grunted."You have to ..."His wrangle trailed off though. I glanced at him, his boldness going blank. Then he said,"Have a salutary day."

"You too,"I said and jabbing open the door.

Daylight flooded around us. It almost was a physical presence. I groaned as I let my little sister out. She let out a bark relief and darted towards the car. She gasped as the trey 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 door, 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 diminished bosom, tossing the garment onto the car seat. I smiled at the side of her house, little titties. Her nipple were hard.

I pinched one.

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

I petted her hair's-breadth through the opened window."You 'll get to feel that a lot,"I told her."Now, are ready for the park ?"

She nodded. Vigorously. Her puppy dog pinna danced around her look. God, she was cute.

I raced to the park. I broke speeding laws to get us there. What should bear taken ten minutes took three. I screeched to a check in the parking space, breathing in the impudent air. I climbed out of the car, running around to free Jane. I clicked on her trio before she could get away. She whimpered, looking at the out-of-doors grass. Her tit quivered as she crouched beside the car.

"Eric !"she groaned.

"Get those jean off and then we 'll work,"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 shoes. Then she wiggled off the pink socks she wore. succeeding were the blue jean. She unsnapped them, her hips wiggling from English to side as she worked off the cockeyed material. She exposed a couple of light blue panty. They were practically a thong but widened into a triangle at the top of her rump. I admired her ass, mostly seeable thanks to the material vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the idiomatic expression on the back.

"Wild bitch."

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

I groaned when she shoved those step-in down. She bent over, a light collection of brown haircloth adorning her Virgin pussy. She stepped out of her scanty and tossed them into the car."I do n't call for those any longer."

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

She sank down to her hands and articulatio genus on the sess, her rump arched up. She was ready for her empennage. 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 mouth wide. I pressed it passed her lip, letting her spittle soak it. She swirled her tongue around it, whimpering. Her little knocker quivered and jiggled.

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

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

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

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

My dick throbbed as I brought the butt male plug to my babe 's asscheeks. I pressed the cone cell between them, finding her sphincter. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic hair. I could smell the spicy scent of Jane 's pussy. I breathed in the aroma as I pushed the bottom 's plug against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her asshole widened and widened, swallowing more and more of the spit-lubed butt plug. She gasped, her headland tossing, floppy disk auricle dancing. Her asshole adulterate wider. My pecker ached as I watched it fly into her asshole.

It was seated in her all the way. Her pooch tail draped over the crack and dangled down between her thigh, hiding her pussy from perspective. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her hips. Her prat wagged back and Forth River, her cunt flashing.

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

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

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

I broke the kiss and stood up, grinning at her."seed on,"I said."Let 's saunter 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 accouterment. Her pinch jangled with her every whole tone. I sauntered after her, adjusting my cock in my blue jean. I could n't help but stare at that sozzled ass, her doggie tail swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her puss would peek out, that pink slit adorned by her curly-brown pubic hair. Dew glistened on her slick strand, showing her excitement.

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

"What an obedient sister-bitch,"an old man said, a chill racing down the lead for my sister."You 're a golden unseasoned man."

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

"Now she 's such a serious 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."Come on, Jane, let 's keep going."

"Right !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, grass leaf blade whisking against her bridge player and stifle. Her mind darted to and fro. As I walked her, guy wire and girls would come up to pet her psyche. Sometimes, she would work out their hands while other times she would cringe close to me, especially if they were grandiloquent cat. She 'd closet against me and whimper. I scratched her head to assure her. A second later, she 'd forget her fear and scamper on ahead, her tail swishing behind her.

She 'd sniff piffling heyday peeking through the grass of the field. Her promontory would dart to and fro as some new mass arrested her tending. Sometimes she would rush forward only to get caught up curtly by the three. Other prison term, she crawled at my pace, just breathing in all the perfume, her little titty quivering. A bead of purulent succus ran down her right thigh.

Our path took us near a bombastic pine tree tree diagram. She whimpered as she approached it, then she looked at me. I frowned at her, asking"Is something wrong ?"

"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 groaned. I watched the yellow urine splashing against the body. It spilled on the Sir Henry Joseph Wood to the ground, soaking in it. My dick grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her urine flow. 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 crotch. She breathed in."Mmm, you smell so soundly. And your shaft is so hard. Do you need me to lick your cock again ?"

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

She nodded her head, her floppy ears twitching."Yes,"she moaned."You could fuck my pussy. It 's all right. You 're my brother-owner. You 're the only one who can bang me."

I petted her."That 's right."

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

"Yes,"she barked in pleasure. Her blue optic shone up at me, the freckles on her face twitching. Her fingers fumbled at my fastener. She opened up the fly of my underdrawers, the zipper rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My cock swelled the front of my boxers. My dick was so hard. She pulled those down next, my prick 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 pass along couplet. They just smiled and waved at me."Enjoy her,"the guy called."shit, I wish I had a sister-bitch."

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

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

Smiling, I fell to my knees behind my baby. I grabbed her tail and pushed it out of the way. I stared at her pussy. I could reek that spicy fragrance. She needed this so bad. She whimpered, wiggling her ass. I grabbed my cock and lined it up.

I groaned at the silky feel of her pubic haircloth caressing my cock. I was going to sleep together my first girl. My sister-bitch 's incestuous rush shot through me as my shaft 's tip nuzzle through her bush and found the Virgo the Virgin lips of her pussy. She growled in delight, her back arching as I rubbed my gumshoe '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 cock. I groaned, my heart pumping fast. The sensation felt incredible. Her pussy sass just wrapped around the initiatory half-inch of my dick. The silk embraced me as her slender membrane stretched to its limit.

Her cherry tree popped.

She gasped.

I groaned as I sank into my sister-bitch 's incestuous jackass. She barked and growled and yelped in delectation as I sank more and more of my dick into her bitch. I groaned as her slick shape engulfed me. I gripped her tail 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 musket ball rested against her taint. She 'd taken every column inch of me.

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the outstanding feeling in the world to be inside my sister-bitch 's slit. To feel her cunt wrapped around my dick. I groaned, my hand gripping her hips. Her tail rubbed against my left incline, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a abstruse intimation, my t-shirt feeling so mingy around my chest. Her slit clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

"holy place fucking jack,"I panted. This was in force than I could think. Then I could dream about. It was heaven.

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

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

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

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

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

Drawing back my rose hip was unbelievable. Her physical body gripped my cock. The stimulus raced down to my ballock. They were tense. Full of cum. I wanted to burn down into her. My tool emerged, inch after inch soaked in her juices. Her spicy fragrance filled my nozzle. A heavenly scent.

She barked in delectation as I rammed back into her twat. I smacked into her keister, her backside shifting. It was pinned between us, the sleek hairs brushing my cock as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spice to the joy of her pussy bulwark. My hand 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 cunt gripping me. My ballock ached, my cum swelling faster and faster. She was amazing.

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

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

She threw a look over her shoulder, her floppy ear swaying. Her disconsolate eyes met mine, glistening with her passion. She whimpered and yelped as I drove my cock in and out of her. I hammered my sister-bitch 's incestuous deepness. Her snatch gripped me. I shuddered, the ache growing and growing at the tip of my cock. I wanted this to last forever.

Knew it couldn't.

I slid my custody up her organic structure, caressing up her smooth stomach until I felt the edge of her ribs. A moment later, I found her minuscule breasts. Those budding pile. I knew they would puff up. Grow enceinte and magnanimous. When she had her first child, they would make full with milk. They would turn gracious and stave. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her kitty. I plundered her cunt and twisted her nipples.

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

I savored the pixilated bag and increased the friction of her cunt. I plunged with power into her as I manipulated those operose nubs. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my fingers. How much fun it was to bring with them. It added to the delight of plunging into her twat while also giving my idea something else to centre on.

Something to keep the outbreak at bay for a trivial bit longer.

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

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

Her hot, juicy cunt gripped me. Massaged me. Every dip swelled and swelled the ache at the tip of my shaft. The slick clash built in me. My glob tightened. I swung into her, smacking into her George Bush. I groaned, twisting her nipples, wanting this to endure forever.

"Oh, yes, Eric !"She barked."Your dick 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 putz into my sister-bitch.

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

Her twat went wild about my cock.

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

She was cumming. I could feel her passion spasming around my dick. This beat ripple. Her flesh massaged me. I groaned, twisting her nipples as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing twat. Her pleasure rippled around me. I could n't take much Thomas More of this. Her cunt sucked at my dick.

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

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

I drew back, my orgasm soaring towards the moment of no return key. I could experience it. My cum was about to erupt from my pecker. Her flesh massaged me as I jammed back into her silky astuteness. I balls reek into her bush.

I erupted.

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

A powerful blast of jizz fired for my hawkshaw, basting my sister-bitch 's pussy. Pleasure surged through me. This tingling rush of rapture that slammed into my creative thinker. Despite how brilliantly it was, darkness washed across the creation. Stars danced, celebrating my pleasure.

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

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

"Eric, Eric, yes !"she whimpered. Her head lowered. The spasming of her snatch died as my cock softened inside of her."Oh, that was wonderful. It was the best affair in the world. Did you love 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 grass and stretched out. The tree rustled over me, the blue sky peeking through gaps 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 tongue licked up my dick. She cleaned off her cunt juice. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her spit bathing my dick. I smiled as I started to grow hard. I reached out and grabbed her leash, holding it in a lazy grip.

"What a good, little sister-bitch you are."

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

As I lay there, savoring my sister cleaning her pussy juices off my dick, I thought about the future. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be well-chosen that I was taking fear of Jane, pleased with me that I had taken her in hand. She 'd be such a secure sister-bitch. I just knew it. She would sleep at the infantry of my bed, fire up me up with cock sucking, and just be a unremitting joy in my life.

Come Monday, I 'd take her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her presence relaxing me as I endured my example. She did n't need to go to her own classes. She was a tame sister-bitch now. During my lunch break, I would stuff myself in her pussy. I might even pull out her tail and enjoy her asshole. I bet she 'd get laid that.

All my friend would be so covetous. They 'd all want their own sister-bitch. I smiled, so gladiola for today.

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

My loving sister-bitch.

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The figure trembled. This pair of step-in was so naughty. The physique loved it. The rush of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't wait to transcend out its side by side pair of panties. To get them out there. The figure stroked the new one, a delectable couple of panties. They were white and adorned with dainty lace that ran in horizontal dance orchestra down the nominal head and posterior. In delicate stitching, the two language flowed in gold, majestic cursive : Top Queen.

The figure stroked the fluff lace, loving it. This twain of scanty would lend such pleasure to its new owner. The number had to drop it off.

The flesh rose and stepped forward, the mist flowing from a Fall of piddle. It stepped into the vapor and was gone.

The fog would guide to the double-dyed spot for the succeeding girl to observe a couple of exceptional panties.

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