Mind-Control Panties

write up Eight : Hot & Naughty Bitch

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for genus Beta reading this !

The human body entered a depot it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the case of depot it had never ventured into before. It was n't the sort of place that Whitney Moore Young Jr. girls shopped at. Nor was it even a place that citizenry typically went to to see habiliment. It was a gaming store.

The place tingled its common sense. The air hummed with chance, luck, and bet. The possibility sent a Rush through its veins. If it had n't found this new high of judgement control, it would be tempted to see what sort of mischief it could get up to in here.

None of the customer, almost entirely male, noticed its bearing as it ghosted between the shelves covered in fanciful products. Everything from role-playing game books to miniature war game figures abounded. The shelves were stocked with all way of dice and rule and paints and card arm and a master of ceremonies of former items the figure had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its sensory faculty, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the digit 's hand was a special pair of scanty. It was cut narrow-minded than other unity it had dropped off, almost a thong save it spread into a triangular patch of cloth at the cover with enough room for two words to be written : Wild bitch. Printed in scarlet letters, the idiomatic expression contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton blend.

With a flick, it tossed its creation onto a box of war game toy, the framework on the cover all brandishing futuristic weapons.

The panties were out of blank space. They should be noticed.

Only its destined owner would.

With a net groan, the figure slipped away with nondescript informality through the fanboys browsing the wares. It passed by Guy excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a uncommon add-in 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 put-on look on his youthful face. The nineteen-year-old boy was tall with a contrabandist build. He looked athletic and more put together face than the usual patronage that shopped here. He wore a tight armored combat vehicle top made of some futuristic fabric that hugged his torso and a span of running shorts. He had sunglasses perched on his head. He was on his college 's track and sphere squad, but he was also someone who enjoyed playing collectable circuit board games.

There was a new set out for his pet one.

He had a put-on aspect because of who trailed after him. His little sister, Jane.

She had long, brownish hair, I lighter hue than her comrade 's abruptly lock. She stood slender, appearing almost like a romp. She wore a baggy t-shirt and loose jeans, a baseball game cap perched on her head. Her grim eyes, the same shade as her older brother, flicked around while she gushed at all the howling sights. A smile spread on her sass, dimpling her lentiginous cheeks.

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

"keep & Draco,"Eric said."RPG game."

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

He rolled his optic. His sister did n't look to acknowledge that he grit his teeth. He shook his psyche, hating that his parents forced him to observe her for the afternoon. He was already heading towards the protagonist packs, tidal bore to pluck out a few of them and open them. There was a mythic rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get favorable.

It would dispatch his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a twain of step-in. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some sort of figure of speech. She drifted to the couple and snagged them up. She shuddered as the prickling rippled through her. She turned them in her hands, her eyes falling on the narrow strip that widened into a triangle.

"wild bitch,"she whispered, this naughty charge shooting through her.

Without thought, she shoved the panties into her jeans. She whirled around and saw her brother on the former side of the store. She darted past a video display, bore to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her older sidekick.

If she could, she would adopt him everywhere.

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Eric Mitchels

It was around eleven in the dawn when I was finally ready to get up. It was a Saturday, so I was taking it easy. The weather condition was smashing, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to head to the secret plan shop. I had another twenty I could expend on protagonist packs. Maybe this sentence I get the poster. I could n't open to buy it, it was way too much on the secondary food market. It would complete my deck. I wanted to be ready for adjacent Friday night.

Deciding on heading to the plot store instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a couplet of blue jean trunks. I snagged a blind drunk t-shirt, pulling it over my fit phase. I stood up, stretching. My breadbasket 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 lilliputian sister.

"Jane ?"I started to moan until I noticed how cute she looked. She had makeup on, giving her a more womanly looking at. And there was this ellipses unwarranted look in her drab eyes. I frowned, then blinked when I noticed what she was wearing.

She had on a tight distich of dungaree that hugged her form. The denim clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't have much rose hip, she had some feminine curve to her eighteen-year-old eubstance. Even unknown, I could see her stomach. She wore a belly shirt, a fringe of pink running down beneath the material cupping her minuscule white meat. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a band of purple cloth wrapped around her trunk. I shivered as this strange tingle running through me. It rippled across my pelt and ended at my tool. I started to chub up.

Why was I getting hard at the pot of my picayune Sister ?

"Hey,"she said, this big smile on her aspect. It really set off the freckles on her facial expression."You going somewhere ?"

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

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

Normally, I would say no, but all the blood was rushing to my gumshoe. She was looking ... sexy. Her stomach was flat and intone, her breasts, while small, had a dainty material body to them. Her mamilla pressed hard, poking at the lose weight cloth.

"Sure."

Joy salvo to lifespan in her eyes. She squealed and threw her weaponry around my neck opening. She bounced up and planted a osculation on my cheek. I could 've sworn I felt her tongue for a bit like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this look of low-down joy, this crazy delight.

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

When did my niggling 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 see out,"I said, my dick at a full erection. I wanted to conform myself, but I could n't in front of my little baby. tinker's dam, she smelled honorable, too. Something like lilac in the air. This flowery perfume. scent ? Jane was wearing perfume and war paint ?

What was going on ?

I felt that tingle racing through me the stallion way down the stair. I could n't help oneself but observe her firm, minuscule breast jiggling in her tight top. They were blossoming into a delicious pair of breasts. I was rock-hard. I wanted to lead back to my bedroom and stroke my cock while thinking about my little sis. This was insane. She felt so nice against my arm. She rubbed her boldness against my shoulder, giggling in delight.

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

Our mother peeked in from the kitchen."Oh, do n't you two look cute together. I 'm gladiola you 're spending some time with your little babe. I know how much she loves hanging out with you."

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

Jane giggled in delight.

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

We headed outside. Jane broke away so we could get in my car. She hopped into the passenger 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 expression. Her malar bone were soft, her sassing crimson red. The eye shadow only enhanced the deep amobarbital sodium of her center. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her uncover middle and enticing segmentation. Even her shoulders were cute.

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

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

It was Sabbatum, so the station was packed. There was some notice tournament going on in the cover, a lot of players huddled around folding tables. They were n't playing my game. It looked like one of the Anime 1 with the cute girls. I was n't quite into that. flying dragon clod Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's caput darted allow for and the right way as we headed towards the booster camp. She chatted, her voice making this soothing background haphazardness. I paid only half aid of what she said, it was all just excited barks. Cute, but meaningless. Her chief darted around, her heart across-the-board. I swear her hips were wiggling.

I grabbed a couple of friend packs off the stand, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a little wrack of cosplay detail. Basic hooey. Some headbands for that ninja anime, a few shirts, and a pair of dog ear on a headband. The moment I saw them, the tingle raced through me. I seized the dog ear, not caring about the damage, and placed them on my sister 's drumhead. The floppy pinna dangled down the English of her read/write head, swaying as she moved. I could n't help myself.

I rubbed the top of her head, petting her.

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

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

She squealed and threw her coat of arms around my neck. She pressed that lithe body against me, my peter pounding as she planted another kiss on my cheek. This fourth dimension, I was sure I felt her spit licking for a moment. Then she broke away, her dog capitulum swaying and flopping around. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. I smiled, her body brushing mine as I headed towards the cash register.

When we reached the parry, she darted to stand right beside me. She leaned her elbows on the meth display the hard currency 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 John Cash register said. He had a scraggly fantasm of a beard that ran down his submaxilla."They really fit you."

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

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

I tossed the booster production on the counter before us."And these."

He nodded, ringing me up. My sister squirmed against me the full time as I paid. I had just enough money. I got a twosome of cent back in modification and then we were off. She clung to me again, her head shaking, her floppy ears bouncing. Her fiddling wind twitched.

I clutched the booster packs in my script, feeling the cards inside. The enhancer 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 posterior as she climbed in the early side.

"Here we go,"I said, holding up the world-class booster pack. I glanced at her."Give me a osculation for luck."

"Yes,"she gasped.

She darted her mind towards me. Instead of planting a kiss on my buttock like I expected, she brushed my brim. Her tongue 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 earth, all the blood swelling my hammer. I do n't recall ever being harder. My sis was just so cute.

I popped give the first coterie, ignoring all the commons and uncommons. I went straight for the last plug-in where the rare or the mythic rare would be found.

I sighed. A flop. A dud of a rarefied that I would n't even get a long horse 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 oculus, her hands clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her footling scent twitching.

"damn,"I moaned, getting a dual land in the second gear coterie. It was n't a bad pull, but it was n't in the colors I was playing.

"Last one,"she said, her representative 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 glue apart and opening it. I slid the circuit card out of my deal, fanning through the scrap commons, giving the few uncommon a glance, and ...

My heart almost stopped. There it was. The mythic rare I needed. This card sold for eighty-seven dollars last time I looked online. My heart exalted.

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

I gave a slow nod. With care, I set the card on my fascia, my body trembling.

Before I could do anything else, my sister squealed and threw her arm around my cervix. Then her lips were kissing me everywhere. Her tongue was flicking out, licking across my face. Her tongue darted around my cheeks. My mentum. She lapped at my frontal bone.

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

And then she found my backtalk. I groaned as her tongue thrust into my back talk. She licked around the inside, whimpering against me. My putz throbbed, demanding that same caress. I shuddered, my bridge player shooting down to the fly of my short pants. I popped the fastener. The zipper rasped. I pulled out my cock as I groaned into the osculation with my sister.

I needed her to have it away me. I needed her to work out my cock. If she did, she would be such a good, little sister.

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

I nodded."You 'd be a outstanding, picayune baby if you did."

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

I groaned at the incestuous impinging of her paw grabbing my heavy prick. I reclined back in my bottom, not caring that people were coming in and out of the storehouse. They walked by the car as my trivial Sister leaned down. She was just doing what a secure, little sis should.

There was nothing wrongfulness with that. Nothing I should be ashamed of.

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

She giggled."You like that ?"

I scratched her head between her pinna. She shuddered and darted her head down again. She licked all the way across my cock in one long, shuddering go. I groaned, my balls tensing at the pleasure. Such a estimable, short sister.

I kept scratching the top of her head, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the crown of my shaft. It was unbelievable. Her tongue was so agile. Then she licked at the quill right beneath my tip, her deal pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous rush shooting through me. I glanced down her physical structure, her rump clad in those mean jean, the denim molding to her cunning butt. 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 saliva. My bollock tensed. They were filling up with a load of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her drumhead. I shifted in my seat. She was such a good, piddling ... sister. Yeah, she was a good, piddling sister.

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

Was"sister"the powerful give-and-take for her ? Something felt missing.

I closed my eye, just letting myself enjoy it. Her tongue was so hot it swept around the end of my cock. Then she did something wonderful. With a cute, growling purr, she darted her lips down and nuzzled into my orchis. Her tongue 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, short bitch. My sexy sister-bitch. I shuddered as her rim nuzzled against my balls. She sucked on one for a moment, her lingua playacting with it. pleasure shot up to the tip of my dick, my quill twitching in her handgrip. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft. Her grip sent pleasure flowing through me.

Then she was licking back up my ray. She dragged her tongue the entire way up. I felt her floppy spike brushing my stomach. Her sass reached the tip. She nuzzled against it. Her clapper licked and lapped at the dent, gathering up my precum.

"Jane !"I groaned as my aphrodisiacal sister-bitch swallowed the tip of my pecker. She sucked on it, her spit dancing around the jacket crown. My dick throbbed in her mouth."That 's it, that 's how you please me. screw, you 're such a good sister-bitch."

Her articulatio coxae wagged back and Forth, her phonation moaning around my cock.

I stared down at her she sucked on my cock, her lips sealed around it. Her floppy pinna swayed around her case as she bobbed her drumhead. Her natural language never stopped licking me as she blew my cock. Incestuous pleasance surged through me as the imperativeness built and built at the tip of my cock. I shuddered as my piffling sister-bitch pleased me. She gave me what I craved. What I needed.

"shag, yes, Jane !"I groaned."Keep sucking. realise sure as shooting you swallow all. trade good, little sister-bitch 's enjoy all their buddy 's cream."

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

I could n't take much more than 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 lingua around the tip.

That was it. I exploded.

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

spurt after squirt of my jizz flooded her mouth. Each eruption sent pleasure 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, nooky, Jane, you 're just the outflank sister-bitch there is."

I relaxed my travelling bag. She popped her mouth off my cock and sat up. She licked her brim, cleaning up a little bit of my spunk that had escaped her oral fissure. Her dismal heart met mine, brimming with delight. I scratched between her ears. She shuddered.

"I did good ?"she asked.

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

She squealed in pleasure and hugged me again. Her tongue 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 take 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 head, her center sheeny with excitement."Yes !"she barked."We have to."

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

I started my car and bucked out. She had her nerve pressed against the windowpane. I rolled it down for her. I smiled as she thrust her chief out. Her floppy dog ear flapped in the picnic. She looked like she was having so much fun. My pecker throbbed, so glad I had my small sister-bitch to take care of.

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

When I could, I petted my hand down her spine, sliding from her bare shoulders, across her belly shirt, to her humbled 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 hullabaloo as I pulled off the road into the large pet store 's parking lot. She thrust her headway back inside the car, grinning at me. Her brownness tomentum was wind-tousled, her dog ears swaying. Her headband almost blended in with her hair people of colour, 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 abuse 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 tag all over. She was such a good puppy. I scratched her top dog, 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 methamphetamine hydrochloride threshold whisked give on our access. The pet fund was arrayed before us. It brimmed with possibilities. So many of them. Jane 's head whipped around, her mane of long, brown hair sweeping about her shoulder joint. Her slight chest jiggled in her smashed bosom subway system. Should a sister-bitch wear habiliment ? I blinked at that theme, this shiver racing through my consistence. Well, of row, she needed wearing 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 shiny. Can I have that ?"

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

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

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

We walked down the aisles, looking for what we needed. We passed chew toys, pet solid food, accouterment for birdie, Fish tanks, and then we got to the dog collar. I passed the I for cats', heading for the heel'. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my regard flicking right and left. There were some that were made of rough, canvas-like material while others were made of tranquil leather. A stalwart cloth. Long lasting. Some were thick, but that did n't seem to fit my sister-bitch. She was a bantam thing.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid eyes on the narrow Negroid arrest studded with shining stud, I knew it was perfect for her. I pulled it down, the heart-shaped tag swaying. The glazed metal glinted. I needed to stimulate it engraved. I gripped the leather band, smiling.

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

"I have to pay for it,"I said."And it has to get engraved. I need to have got your gens on it so people will make love who you are."

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

Next, we headed to the tierce. I wanted something to go along her close but had enough duration to let her bid. I could n't let her get too far. I also was n't a fan of those leashes that you could pull back or encounter out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her shoe collar. There was a black, leather leash. It was the Lapp sullen finis. It was pricier, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would spare no disbursal for her.

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

Two aisles over, I found the animal tails. They had bushy fox tush, streamlined cattails, crooked monkey nates, and even dog tail coat. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the type that clipped onto the cover of the pant or were held on by some sorting of adhesive. They did n't reckon 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 retinal cone at the end. That chaw that would hold it in stead.

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

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

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

I felt that tingle ripple over my sis while the saleslady blinked her eyes. She shook her head, her saturnine fuzz swaying about the blue air polo she wore. Her center went out of focusing for a import."Oh, that 's wonderful. And you need to get a tail for her, decent ?"

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

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

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

My sister-bitch gave me a confused look.

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

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

"Why, just school principal to the back of the store and we take care of you,"she said. She had such a friendly grin on her sass. She reached out to pet Jane 's head.

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

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

"Yep,"I said, my hand sliding down to take hold of 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 lot. She looks like she needs to run around. Burn off some energy."

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

The salesgirl smiled and then headed off to help another customer. I led my sister to the back of the depot. A middle-aged guy with thick glasses took the tag to write in code Jane on the front man and in little letters beneath,"Owned by her brother Eric."It took about ten minutes, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the tactual sensation.

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 don it. I 'll walk you out and everything."

"Yes !"She barked.

Jane was antsy as we waited in line. There was a number of client before us, and only one bank clerk working. The missy went as fast as she could, but it was still sluggish going. Jane whined. She pressed up against me. I felt her small breasts and unvoiced mammilla rubbing into my side of meat. She humped her cunt against my leg, her jean rasping against my cutis. She was so antsy. I squeezed her ass, holding her tight as she moaned. She definitely needed to go to the common and body of work off some energy.

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

Finally, we reached the bank clerk. As she rang us up, a unknown tingle rippled out of my sister. I blinked, shaking my school principal, then realized that the leash and pinch were in a bag and that the teller was smiling at me.

"Enjoy your day,"she said.

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

The tingles soothed away any questions.

The here and now we were outside the storage, I pulled out the collar. Jane swept back her fuzz and held it out of the way. Her floppy dog ears swayed about her typeface as I wrapped the collar about her neck. I cinched it tight, the smuggled leather contrasting with her sick skin. Her tag dangled down to the hollow of her throat, the metallic fondness glinting. Her name shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of joy, bouncing in place, the tag flashing.

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

"I love it, love 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 client gave fond smiles.

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

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

My hammer was so hard.

"Come on,"I said, aching to exercise her rightfulness here."We need one Sir Thomas More thing. Then we 're going to the Park. You can have so practically fun."

"Yes !"she moaned and then fell down onto her hands and knees 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 hired man and knees, her floppy disk capitulum swaying about her brass. She did n't try to make off away from me but stayed right beside me like a good sister-bitch.

Damn, I was so sword lily I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the passenger door. She climbed right up, sitting on her knees in the ass, her head darting around. The heart-shaped tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the hollow of her pharynx. I unlatched her leash and closed the doorway. She immediately rolled down the window and stuck her head out. She had such joy in her rose-cheeked brass, her blue optic shining.

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

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

I had driven by the grownup wendy house so many prison term. It had a sleazy look about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a au naturel fair sex. All the windowpane were blacked out. The lieu promised to sell grownup novelties. It promised such prankish joy inside.

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

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

Naked breasts were everywhere. On DVD boxes. cartridge clip covering fire. Sex toy loge. groan echoed through the store. Dirty videos played on small TVs in the corners. The gasp and groans rippled through the air. A shaggy-coated guy leaned over a counter. He hardly glanced up from the clip he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could tell she was uncomfortable. I led her through the store, my cheeks burning. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"tinker's dam,"I muttered, glancing at some of the matter. postiche cocks. Vibrators. Anal beads. There were some strangely shaped things.

And then I found it. They were powerful future to the butt plugs. I groaned at the mess of the tail coat. There were a cat quarter and a furry dog tail matching the floppy disk capitulum my baby wore. I snagged it up, smiling delight.

"This is what you need,"I said.

"Yes,"barked Jane. She pressed her nerve against my calf again, rubbing against my hairy leg.

I tugged on the trinity to get her to keep up with me as I strode away. I headed not towards the bank clerk, but back to the door. This tingle raced up the tierce. I had what I needed. I did n't need anything else, though there were some worry affair ...

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

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

"You too,"I said and thrust 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 respite and darted towards the car. She gasped as the trinity pulled her up short circuit. She turned around to count at me, impatience painted across her side. I chuckled and hurried towards her.

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

She nodded. I opened the car door, she scampered inside. When I unclipped her trinity, she grabbed the hem of her belly shirt and pulled it up her body. She bared her small breasts, tossing the garment onto the car backside. I smiled at the side of her firm, short knocker. Her nipples were hard.

I pinched one.

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

I petted her hair through the unresolved windowpane."You 'll get to finger that a lot,"I told her."Now, are ready for the Mungo Park ?"

She nodded. Vigorously. Her pup dog ears danced around her typeface. God, she was cute.

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

"Eric !"she groaned.

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

"right hand,"she barked.

She stood up to kick off her shoes. Then she wiggled off the pink socks she wore. Next were the dungaree. She unsnapped them, her coxa wiggling from side to side as she worked off the tight cloth. She exposed a pair of perch gentle panty. They were practically a thong but widened into a triangle at the top of her ass. I admired her ass, mostly visible thanks to the cloth vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the phrasal idiom on the back.

"state of nature bitch."

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

I groaned when she shoved those step-in down. She bent over, a light collection of embrown hairsbreadth adorning her virgin pussycat. She stepped out of her panties and tossed them into the car."I do n't need those any longer."

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

She sank down to her handwriting and knees on the grass, her buns arched up. She was ready for her bottom. I knelt down beside her and brought the conelike end of the butt-plug to her brim. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth wide. I pressed it passed her backtalk, letting her spit soak it. She swirled her tongue around it, whimpering. Her petty breasts quivered and jiggled.

"What a beautiful sister-bitch,"a cleaning lady complimented as she walked by, her goody Pomeranian scampering ahead.

"Thanks,"I said."I finally decided to have her in mitt. She 's been a brat, but no longer."

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

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

My dick throbbed as I brought the rear spark plug to my sister 's asscheeks. I pressed the strobile between them, finding her sphincter. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic hairsbreadth. I could smell the spicy odor of Jane 's pussy. I breathed in the scent as I pushed the tail 's plug against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her asshole widened and widened, swallowing more and to a greater extent of the spit-lubed fag plug. She gasped, her headland tossing, floppy ears dancing. Her motherfucker load wider. My dick ached as I watched it vanish into her asshole.

It was seated in her all the way. Her doggy derriere draped over the whirl and dangled down between her thighs, hiding her twat from view. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her hips. Her after part wagged back and Forth River, her snatch flashing.

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

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

She scampered around, her backside swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my brass, her spit bathing me. Our lips met and I kissed her. I thrust my tongue into my sister-bitch 's mouth. I gripped the trinity 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."ejaculate on,"I said."Let 's promenade around the park."

"Yes !"she barked.

She crawled ahead of me, her new derriere swishing back and Forth River. She was finally perfect. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her add-on. Her leash jangled with her every pace. I sauntered after her, adjusting my cock in my dungaree. I could n't avail but gaze at that tight ass, her doggy buttocks swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her kitty would peek out, that pink scratch adorned by her curly-brown pubic hair. Dew glistened on her silklike strands, showing her excitement.

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

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

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

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

"Yes !"she moaned, her rosehip wiggling.

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

"It 's a dainty,"I said."Come on, Jane, let 's keep going."

"right field !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, weed vane whisking against her workforce and knees. Her heading darted to and fro. As I walked her, bozo and girl would get along up to pet her head. Sometimes, she would lap up their handwriting while other prison term she would fawn close to me, especially if they were improbable hombre. She 'd press against me and mewl. I scratched her head to reassure her. A moment later, she 'd forget her reverence and scramble on ahead, her tail swishing behind her.

She 'd sniff little flowers peeking through the green goddess of the landing field. Her header would dart to and fro as some new flock arrested her attention. Sometimes she would rush forward only to get caught up myopic by the troika. other times, she crawled at my yard, just breathing in all the scents, her little boob quivering. A astragal of cunt juice ran down her the right way thigh.

Our path took us near a expectant pine tree. 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 lily-livered pee splashing against the trunk. It spilled on the wood to the ground, soaking in it. My dick grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her urine current. 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 genitals. She breathed in."Mmm, you smell so practiced. And your dick is so hard. Do you need me to lap your cock again ?"

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

She nodded her point, her floppy capitulum 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 fuck me."

I petted her."That 's right."

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

"Yes,"she barked in delight. Her blueish eyes shone up at me, the lentigo on her grimace twitching. Her fingers fumbled at my fastener. She opened up the fly of my short pants, the zip rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My dick swelled the front of my boxers. My peter was so hard. She pulled those down next, my stopcock springing out, almost slapping her in the face.

The gamy 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 croak couple. They just smiled and waved at me."Enjoy her,"the guy called."Damn, I wish I had a sister-bitch."

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

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

smile, I fell to my knee behind my sister. I grabbed her tail and pushed it out of the way. I stared at her pussy. I could smell that spicy fragrance. She needed this so bad. She whimpered, wiggling her ass. I grabbed my stopcock and lined it up.

I groaned at the sleek feel of her pubic haircloth caressing my rooster. I was going to fuck my low gear girl. My sister-bitch 's incestuous rushing shot through me as my dick 's tip nuzzle through her bush and found the virgin lips of her twat. She growled in delight, her back arching as I rubbed my putz '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 virginal membrane. I felt it stretching and stretching before my prick. I groaned, my pith pumping fast. The aesthesis felt incredible. Her pussy back talk just wrapped around the first half-inch of my dick. The silk embraced me as her thin tissue layer stretched to its limit.

Her cherry popped.

She gasped.

I groaned as I sank into my sister-bitch 's incestuous twat. She barked and growled and yelped in joy as I sank more and more of my gumshoe into her twat. I groaned as her silken chassis engulfed me. I gripped her tail in one deal, tugging on it just enough to feel the butt plug. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

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

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the greatest impression in the world to be inwardly my sister-bitch 's slit. To finger her cunt wrapped around my dick. I groaned, my hand gripping her hips. Her tail rubbed against my left hand side, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a deep breath, my t-shirt feeling so tight around my bureau. Her cunt clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

"holy fucking damn,"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 goose around my dick."Yes, yes, Eric !"

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

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

"She does voice 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."fuck !"

drafting back my rose hip was unbelievable. Her flesh gripped my turncock. The stimulation raced down to my clump. They were tense. Full of cum. I wanted to fuel into her. My cock emerged, column inch after inch soaked in her succus. Her spicy aroma filled my nose. A heavenly scent.

She barked in joy as I rammed back into her fathead. I smacked into her rump, her hindquarters shifting. It was pinned between us, the satiny whisker brushing my cock as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spice to the delight of her pussy bulwark. My hand stroked her incline, petting her as I drove my prick back into her.

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

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

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

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

Knew it couldn't.

I slid my hands up her physical structure, caressing up her smooth abdomen until I felt the bound of her rib. A here and now later, I found her small breasts. Those budding hammock. I knew they would swell up. Grow larger and larger. When she had her first child, they would satiate with Milk. They would become squeamish and round. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her cunt. I plundered her puss and twisted her nipples.

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

I savored the tight traction and increased the rubbing of her cunt. I plunged with military unit into her as I manipulated those tough stub. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my digit. How much fun it was to dally with them. It added to the delight of plunging into her puss while also giving my mind something else to focus on.

Something to observe the clap at bay for a little bit longer.

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

I tugged hard on her tit, bringing a yipping bark from her. Her fuzz tossed, her ears flopping about her face. Her tail brushed me while her ass wiggled. She stirred her cunt around my pecker, massaging my cock.

Her hot, juicy slit gripped me. Massaged me. Every plunge swelled and swelled the ache at the tip of my tool. The silky detrition 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 find it. I think ... I think I 'm going to cum !"

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

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

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

Her snatch went raving mad about my cock.

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

She was cumming. I could feel her passion spasming around my hawkshaw. This bewilder rippling. Her pulp massaged me. I groaned, twisting her nipples as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing cunt. Her pleasance rippled around me. I could n't assume much More of this. Her slit 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 import of no take. I could finger it. My cum was about to erupt from my putz. Her flesh massaged me as I jammed back into her silky depths. I balls smacked into her bush.

I erupted.

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

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

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

"Yes, Jane, that 's mystify,"I groaned as her pussy wrung out the live on drops of my cum.

"Eric, Eric, yes !"she whimpered. Her header lowered. The spasming of her pussy died as my cock softened inside of her."Oh, that was marvellous. It was the better thing in the macrocosm. Did you make out it !"

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

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

I groaned, my stopcock slipping out of her kitty. 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 unbelievable. Amazing. I just wanted to lie here and pass out.

Jane turned around. Her collar jangled as she nuzzled down my prick. Her clapper licked up my dick. She cleaned off her kitty-cat juice. I shuddered, savoring the flavour of her tongue bathing my peter. I smiled as I started to produce hard. I reached out and grabbed her leash, holding it in a faineant grip.

"What a good, 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 kitty-cat cream.

As I lay there, savoring my babe cleaning her pussy juices off my dick, I thought about the future. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be happy that I was taking tending of Jane, pleased with me that I had taken her in deal. She 'd be such a good sister-bitch. I just knew it. She would sleep at the foot of my bed, awaken me up with cock sucking, and just be a constant joy in my life.

seed Monday, I 'd take her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her presence relaxing me as I endured my lesson. She did n't demand to go to her own grade. She was a domesticize sister-bitch now. During my dejeuner gap, I would satiate myself in her pussy. I might even pull out her tail and revel her dickhead. I bet she 'd fuck that.

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

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

My loving sister-bitch.

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The figure trembled. This pair of panties was so gamey. The design loved it. The rush of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't wait to cash in one's chips out its next duet of panties. To get them out there. The figure stroked the new one, a delicious distich of panties. They were white and adorned with niminy-piminy lace that ran in horizontal bands down the front and buttocks. In delicate sewing, the two password flowed in amber, majestic cursive : Top Queen.

The human body stroked the ruffled lace, loving it. This pair of panties would take such joy to its new owner. The material body had to shake off it off.

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

The fog would conduce to the double-dyed spot for the future girl to incur a twosome of exceptional panties.

To be continued in the future tale of Mind-Controlling pantie ...