Mind-Control Panties

level eight : Hot & Naughty gripe

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

preeminence : Thanks to Alex for beta Reading this !

The figure entered a memory it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the type of computer storage it had never ventured into before. It was n't the sort of place that young little girl shopped at. Nor was it even a place that people typically went to to find wear. It was a gaming memory board.

The home tingled its senses. The air hummed with chance, chance, and bet. The possibleness sent a rush through its veins. If it had n't found this new high of thinker control, it would be tempted to see what sort of mischief-making it could get up to in here.

None of the customer, almost entirely male, noticed its presence as it ghosted between the shelves covered in notional products. Everything from role-playing game script to miniature war plot name abounded. The shelves were stocked with all manner of dice and rulers and paints and card sleeve and a master of ceremonies of other particular the figure had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its horse sense, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the figure 's deal was a special pair of panties. It was cut narrow than former ones it had dropped off, almost a flip-flop save it spread into a triangular temporary hookup of cloth at the back with enough room for two intelligence to be written : idle squawk. Printed in scarlet letters, the phrase contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton portmanteau.

With a pic, it tossed its creation onto a box of war plot miniatures, the good example on the covert all brandishing futuristic weapons.

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

Only its destined proprietor would.

With a final exam groan, the frame slipped away with nondescript rest through the fanboys browsing the wares. It passed by guy excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a uncommon card out of a booster camp or at finding the last box of a set of toy. As the image stepped out, a untried man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a dupery look on his youthful side. The nineteen-year-old boy was tall with a ball carrier build. He looked athletic and more put together look than the common clientele that shopped here. He wore a tight tank 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 field team, but he was also soul who enjoyed playing collectible card games.

There was a new set out for his favorite one.

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

She had long, brown tomentum, I lighter hue than her comrade 's short locks. She stood slender, appearing almost like a tomboy. She wore a baggy jersey and liberal jeans, a baseball game cap perched on her head. Her blue eyes, the same nuance as her older brother, flicked around while she gushed at all the fantastic sights. A smile bedspread on her lips, dimpling her freckled cheeks.

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

"Dungeons & Dragons,"Eric said."RPG game."

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

He rolled his center. His sister did n't appear to acknowledge that he grit his teeth. He shook his drumhead, hating that his parents forced him to watch her for the good afternoon. He was already heading towards the booster packs, tidal bore to pull out a few of them and afford them. There was a mythic rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get golden.

It would complete his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a pair of panties. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some sort of figures. She drifted to the twosome and snagged them up. She shuddered as the chill rippled through her. She turned them in her custody, her eyes falling on the specialize funnies that widened into a triangle.

"wild kick,"she whispered, this naughty thrill shooting through her.

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

If she could, she would accompany 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 easy. The weather was capital, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to head to the game computer memory. I had another twenty I could spend on booster rocket multitude. Maybe this meter I get the board. I could n't afford to buy it, it was way too much on the secondary winding market. It would complete my deck. I wanted to be set up for next Friday night.

Deciding on heading to the game store instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a distich of blue jean shorts. I snagged a miserly tee shirt, pulling it over my fit mannequin. I stood up, stretching. My stomach rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched heart-to-heart the door and came face-to-face with my picayune sister.

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

She had on a tight pair of jean that hugged her flesh. The denim clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't hold much hip, she had some feminine curvature to her eighteen-year-old body. Even stranger, I could see her stomach. She wore a belly shirt, a outskirt of pink running down beneath the cloth cupping her small breasts. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a band of purple textile wrapped around her trunk. I shivered as this foreign 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 sight of my trivial sister ?

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

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

Her centre 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 cock. She was looking ... sexy. Her stomach was flat and toned, her boob, while little, had a prissy condition to them. Her nipples pressed hard, poking at the slim down cloth.

"Sure."

Joy burst to life in her optic. She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She bounced up and planted a buss on my impudence. I could 've sworn I felt her tongue for a mo like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this look of abject joy, this rampantly delight.

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

When did my little baby get hot ? Damn.

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

"Only one way to receive out,"I said, my dick at a full erection. I wanted to adjust myself, but I could n't in front of my trivial sis. tinker's dam, she smelled adept, too. Something like lilac in the air. This ornate aroma. Perfume ? Jane was wearing scent and composition ?

What was going on ?

I felt that shiver racing through me the full way down the stairs. I could n't help oneself but notice her house, footling titties jiggling in her tight top. They were blossoming into a delicious pair of breasts. I was rock-hard. I wanted to head back to my bedroom and stroke my stopcock while thinking about my little babe. This was insane. She felt so squeamish against my arm. She rubbed her cheek against my articulatio humeri, 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 cunning together. I 'm beaming you 're spending some time with your little sister. I know how much she loves hanging out with you."

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

Jane giggled in delight.

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

We headed outside. Jane broke away so we could get in my car. She hopped into the passenger seat of my Toyota Corolla. It was over a decade old, but it ran. I slipped in and started it up. She was bouncing on her keister, her light-brown hair swaying about her face. Her cheekbone were delicate, her lips ruby red. The eye shadow only enhanced the deep blue of her eyes. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her exhibit midsection and enticing cleavage. Even her shoulder were cute.

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

We reached the plot store after about ten instant, Jane bursting out of the car and racing around to my slope before I could climb up out. She took my arm the minute I got out, rubbing her impudence 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 digit on it. It was in the back of my mind, but I ignored it. I headed inside, the Vanessa Bell tinkling as we entered.

It was Saturday, so the place was packed. There was some card tourney going on in the back, a clustering of players huddled around folding tables. They were n't playing my plot. It looked like one of the Anime 1 with the cute lady friend. I was n't quite into that. Dragon Ball Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's point darted give and right as we headed towards the admirer packs. She chatted, her voice making this soothing screen background noise. I paid only one-half attention of what she said, it was all just excited barks. Cute, but meaningless. Her head darted around, her middle all-encompassing. I swear her hips were wiggling.

I grabbed a twain of booster dose packs off the single-foot, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a little single-foot of cosplay items. BASIC stuff. Some headbands for that ninja Zanzibar copal, a few shirts, and a pair of dog ears on a headband. The consequence I saw them, the tingle raced through me. I seized the dog pinna, not caring about the terms, and placed them on my babe 's head. The floppy ears dangled down the incline of her read/write head, swaying as she moved. I could n't serve 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 centre."They look cute on you."

She squealed and threw her weapon around my neck opening. She pressed that lithe trunk against me, my dick throbbing as she planted another kiss on my cheek. This time, I was sure I felt her tongue 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 consistence brushing mine as I headed towards the cash register.

When we reached the counter, she darted to stand right beside me. She leaned her elbows on the glass display the hard currency register set on and said,"smell 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 vestige of a face fungus that ran down his jawbone."They really fit you."

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

She let out this moment was practically orgasmic. It made my prick thrill hard.

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

He nodded, ringing me up. My Sister squirmed against me the entire time as I paid. I had just enough money. I got a couple of cents back in change and then we were off. She clung to me again, her head trembling, her floppy spike bouncing. Her slight nose twitched.

I clutched the booster packs in my paw, feeling the cards inside. The foil they were wrapped in crinkly. 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 number one wood seat as she climbed in the former side.

"Here we go,"I said, holding up the showtime relay link coterie. I glanced at her."springiness me a kiss for luck."

"Yes,"she gasped.

She darted her psyche towards me. Instead of planting a kiss on my cheek like I expected, she brushed my lips. Her clapper 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 ground, all the blood line swelling my cock. I do n't remember ever being harder. My sis was just so cute.

I popped spread the first ingroup, ignoring all the commons and uncommons. I went straight for the last wag where the rare or the mythologic rare would be found.

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

I opened the s gang, the foil crinkling. Jane was perched on her knee joint 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 nose twitching.

"shit,"I moaned, getting a three-fold land in the second base clique. It was n't a bad wrench, but it was n't in the colors I was playing.

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

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

My heart almost stopped. There it was. The mythologic rare I needed. This poster 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 wide eyes.

I gave a deadening nod. With care, I set the visiting card on my dashboard, my body trembling.

Before I could do anything else, my sister squealed and threw her munition around my neck opening. Then her backtalk were kissing me everywhere. Her glossa was flicking out, licking across my face. Her natural language darted around my nerve. My chin. She lapped at my forehead.

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

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

I needed her to roll in the hay me. I needed her to lap my rooster. If she did, she would be such a secure, little sister.

As if sensing my motivation, Jane pulled away, her boldness flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the passel of my peter. My little babe shuddered, her pocket-sized breast jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a deeply breath and said,"Do you demand me to ... ?"

I nodded."You 'd be a great, little sister if you did."

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

I groaned at the incestuous contact of her hand grabbing my hard prick. I reclined back in my seat, not caring that people were coming in and out of the fund. They walked by the car as my minuscule sister leaned down. She was just doing what a good, little sister should.

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

"Yes,"I groaned as her spit swiped over the squishy 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 forefront 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 good, little sister.

I kept scratching the top of her caput, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the crown of my hawkshaw. It was incredible. Her natural language was so agile. Then she licked at the shaft right beneath my tip, her hired hand pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous hurry shooting through me. I glanced down her body, her buttocks clad in those tight jeans, the denim molding to her cute butt. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What ?

My fondness pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her tongue across my shaft. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my gumshoe 's tip in her hot saliva. My balls tensed. They were filling up with a warhead of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her head. I shifted in my nates. She was such a safe, little ... sister. Yeah, she was a safe, little sister.

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

Was"babe"the in good order word for her ? Something felt missing.

I closed my eyes, 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 balls. Her tongue flicked out, caressing them as her script pumped up and down my saliva-soaked shaft.

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

Yeah, she was a good, little bitch. My sexy sister-bitch. I shuddered as her backtalk nuzzled against my balls. She sucked on one for a mo, her tongue playacting with it. Pleasure shot up to the tip of my dick, my shaft twitching in her bobby pin. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft. Her grip sent pleasure flowing through me.

Then she was licking back up my shaft. She dragged her clapper the total way up. I felt her floppy spike brushing my tum. Her sassing reached the tip. She nuzzled against it. Her tongue licked and lapped at the twat, gathering up my precum.

"Jane !"I groaned as my sexy sister-bitch swallowed the tip of my hammer. She sucked on it, her tongue dancing around the crown. My dick throbbed in her backtalk."That 's it, that 's how you please me. shag, you 're such a good sister-bitch."

Her hips wagged back and forth, her voice moaning around my tool.

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

"Fuck, yes, Jane !"I groaned."keep sucking. shit sure you swallow all. Good, little sister-bitch 's enjoy all their comrade 's cream."

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

I could n't occupy much Thomas More of this. My paw tightened on her brain, gripping her haircloth. She had such a silklike coat. I held tight, making sure she kept sucking. The force per unit area rose and rose, my sister-bitch swirling her clapper around the tip.

That was it. I exploded.

My cum fired into my little sister-bitch 's oral fissure. bam after clap of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in delight. Her hip wagged back and Forth River. The car rocked on its stupor as I shuddered. My back pressed into the tooshie. My fundament jammed on the bracken. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.

Spurt after spurt of my jizz flooded her lip. Each bam sent delight slamming through my intellect. 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 best sister-bitch there is."

I relaxed my traveling bag. She popped her mouth off my cock and sat up. She licked her lips, cleaning up a picayune bit of my spunk that had escaped her mouth. Her risque eyes met mine, brimming with delectation. I scratched between her capitulum. She shuddered.

"I did secure ?"she asked.

"You 're the effective sister-bitch in the public,"I panted.

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

I had to look at 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 lustrous with excitement."Yes !"she barked."We have to."

She bounced on her stifle in the backside, whining. Her excitement 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 diskette dog ear flapped in the breeze. She looked like she was having so much fun. My tool throbbed, so glad I had my little sister-bitch to pick out care of.

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

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

She was missing something there.

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

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

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

I parked, and she bounded out of the car before I could even step out. I shook my head, glad that she raced around the car and came up to my face. Some sister-bitches you 'd suffer to chase all over. She was such a commodity pup. I scratched her head, and she smiled in delight. She clung to my arm as we swept inside. I was so shake to buy her everything she needed.

The sliding looking glass door whisked open on our approaching. The pet store was arrayed before us. It brimmed with possibilities. So many of them. Jane 's school principal whipped around, her mane of long, brown hair sweeping about her articulatio humeri. Her little tit jiggled in her tight breast tube. Should a sister-bitch wearing clothing ? I blinked at that idea, this tingle racing through my torso. wellspring, of row, she needed clothes. She could n't go around naked.

Why not ? the tingle seemed to whisper.

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

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

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

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

We walked down the aisle, looking for what we needed. We passed chew plaything, pet food, appurtenance for birds, fish tankful, and then we got to the collars. I passed the ones for cat', heading for the bounder'. 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 textile while others were made of smooth leather. A tough cloth. longsighted lasting. Some were slurred, but that did n't seem to fit my sister-bitch. She was a petite thing.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid heart on the narrow down ignominious collar studded with shiny rivets, I knew it was consummate for her. I pulled it down, the heart-shaped tag swaying. The shiny metal glinted. I needed to make it engraved. I gripped the leather stria, 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 your figure on it so multitude will hump who you are."

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

Next, we headed to the terzetto. I wanted something to keep her ending but had enough length to let her play. I could n't let her get too far. I also was n't a fan of those tether that you could pull back or fiddle out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her collar. There was a black, leather lead. It was the Saami darkness finish. It was pricy, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would spare no expense for her.

I snagged it, my sister nodding in approval. She darted ahead of me, her cute rump wiggling in those plastered jeans. 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 gangway over, I found the beast white tie. They had bushy fox tails, sleek cattails, crooked monkey tails, and even dog stern. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the type that clipped onto the back of the trouser or were held on by some form of adhesive agent. They did n't search stalwart. None of them looked like they would be proper at all for my sister-bitch.

I frowned, picturing exactly what I needed. None had that cone at the end. That plug that would entertain it in property.

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, flavor at the two of you. You look so cute with your dog ears."

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

I felt that prickling rippling over my sister while the salesgirl blinked her eyes. She shook her capitulum, her black hair swaying about the blue polo she wore. Her eye went out of focus for a moment."Oh, that 's wonderful. And you need to get a hindquarters for her, right ?"

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

"Oh, I know what you 're talking about,"she said."We do n't trade those redress here. You gon na ask 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 disconcert look.

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

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

"Why, just head to the spinal column of the store and we take care of you,"she said. She had such a favorable grin on her mouth. She reached out to pet Jane 's head.

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

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

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

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

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

The salesgirl smiled and then headed off to help another customer. I led my sister to the backrest of the depot. A middle-aged guy with boneheaded glasses took the tag to inscribe Jane on the front and in small letters beneath,"Owned by her brother Eric."It took about ten minute of arc, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the touch.

Jane gushed seeing her epithet written in the sleek longhand."Oh, it 's so pretty,"she moaned."Please, please, can I wear it ? I want to assume 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 demarcation. There was a 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 minuscule breasts and unvoiced nipples rubbing into my side. She humped her kitty-cat against my leg, her dungaree rasp 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 work off some free energy, too. My dick throbbed.

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

"Enjoy your day,"she said.

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

The tingle soothed away any questions.

The moment we were outside the store, I pulled out the collar. Jane swept back her hair and held it out of the way. Her floppy dog ear swayed about her face as I wrapped the neckband about her neck opening. I cinched it tight, the disgraceful leather contrasting with her blanch skin. Her tag dangled down to the hole of her throat, the metal fondness glinting. Her epithet shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of pleasure, bouncing in place, the tag flashing.

I pulled back on the tab on the deuce-ace, opening its clutch. I snapped it around the ring of Jane 's catch. She trembled, her doggy ears swaying about her face. She stared up at me with such joy in her eyes as I gripped the trio. She could n't get far away from me now. She let out a bark of joy, her fount bursting with pleasure.

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

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

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

My cock was so hard.

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

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

I smiled as I held the lead and strolled across the parking lot. She scampered with me, crawling on her handwriting and articulatio genus, her floppy ears swaying about her cheeks. She did n't try to bolt away from me but stayed right beside me like a good sister-bitch.

shit, I was so glad I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the passenger door. She climbed right up, sitting on her knees in the arse, her straits darting around. The cordate tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the hollow of her throat. I unlatched her leash and closed the door. She immediately rolled down the windowpane and stuck her head out. She had such joy in her flushed cheeks, her spicy eyes shining.

I rushed around the car, climbed into the number one wood keister, and started the engine. She whooped in delight as I backed out of the space, her ass shoved right at me. Her jeans clung to it. The jean was in the way, hiding the truly delicious 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 blue jean as she wiggled. She would look so beautiful with her tail. I could n't wait to buy it for her.

I had driven by the adult Playhouse so many clip. It had a sleazy look about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a naked woman. All the windows were blacked out. The place promised to deal adult novelties. It promised such wicked joy inside.

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

I swallowed as I faced the store. Though I was 19, I 'd never ben in this kind of shoes. I 'd always chickened out. Well, I needed my sister-bitch and the 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 boxes. Magazine covers. Sex toy boxes. Moans echoed through the storage. Dirty video played on small TVs in the turning point. The pant and moan rippled through the air. A shaggy guy leaned over a counter. He hardly glanced up from the magazine he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could tell she was uncomfortable. I led her through the memory, my cheeks burning. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"Damn,"I muttered, glancing at some of the things. Fake shaft. Vibrators. Anal beads. There were some strangely work things.

And then I found it. They were the right way adjacent to the ass fire hydrant. I groaned at the sight of the hindquarters. There were a cat keister and a furry dog tail matching the floppy ears my Sister wore. I snagged it up, smiling delight.

"This is what you need,"I said.

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

I tugged on the lead to get her to keep up with me as I strode away. I headed not towards the cashier, but back to the door. This tingle raced up the trinity. I had what I needed. I did n't ask anything else, though there were some occupy thing ...

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

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

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

day flooded around us. It almost was a physical bearing. I groaned as I let my little sister out. She let out a bark relief and darted towards the car. She gasped as the triplet pulled her up short. She turned around to look at me, restlessness painted across her fount. I chuckled and hurried towards her.

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

She nodded. I opened the car doorway, she scampered inside. When I unclipped her lead, she grabbed the hem of her abdomen shirt and pulled it up her body. She bared her small breast, tossing the garment onto the car seat. I smiled at the side of her firm, little titties. Her nipples were hard.

I pinched one.

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

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

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

I raced to the park. I broke speeding laws to get us there. What should have 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 sess. Her breasts quivered as she crouched beside the car.

"Eric !"she groaned.

"Get those jeans off and then we 'll play,"I said."I do n't know why I 'm letting you endure 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. Next were the jeans. She unsnapped them, her hips wiggling from side to side as she worked off the tight cloth. She exposed a pair of light profane pantie. They were practically a flip-flop but widened into a trilateral at the top of her rump. I admired her ass, mostly seeable thanks to the material vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the set phrase on the back.

"Wild bitch."

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

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

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

She sank down to her hands and knees on the grass, her rump arched up. She was ready for her fanny. I knelt down beside her and brought the conelike end of the butt-plug to her lips. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth across-the-board. I pressed it passed her sassing, letting her saliva soak it. She swirled her tongue around it, whimpering. Her little breasts quivered and jiggled.

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

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

"That 's rattling,"the fair sex 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 plug to my baby 's asscheeks. I pressed the conoid between them, finding her sphincter. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic hair. I could smell the spicy scent of Jane 's cunt. I breathed in the odour as I pushed the tail 's ballyhoo against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her prick widened and widened, swallowing More and more of the spit-lubed butt plug. She gasped, her promontory tossing, floppy ears dancing. Her arse stretched wider. My dick ached as I watched it disappear into her asshole.

It was seated in her all the way. Her bow-wow hindquarters draped over the crack and dangled down between her thighs, hiding her pussy from position. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her hips. Her tail wagged back and Forth River, her cunt flashing.

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

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

She scampered around, her seat swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my face, her tongue washup me. Our lips met and I kissed her. I thrust my tongue into my sister-bitch 's rima oris. I gripped the trinity groaning as I loved her. She was so industrious. So in pauperism of her walk.

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

"Yes !"she barked.

She crawled ahead of me, her new tail swishing back and Forth. She was finally hone. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her accessory. Her collar jangled with her every measure. I sauntered after her, adjusting my cock in my denim. I could n't help but stare at that tight ass, her doggy behind swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her pussy would glance out, that pink cunt adorned by her curly-brown pubic hair. Dew glistened on her satiny strands, showing her excitement.

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

"What an obedient sister-bitch,"an old man said, a tingle racing down the trey for my sis."You 're a lucky Brigham Young man."

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

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

"Yes !"she moaned, her rose hip wiggling.

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

"It 's a treat,"I said."ejaculate on, Jane, let 's keep going."

"Right !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, pasture blades whisking against her hand and articulatio genus. Her head darted to and fro. As I walked her, guys and girls would number up to pet her head. Sometimes, she would lick their hands while other times she would cower close to me, especially if they were tall guys. She 'd crush against me and whimper. I scratched her head to assure her. A moment later, she 'd forget her fear and scamper on ahead, her buttocks swishing behind her.

She 'd sniff little flowers peeking through the supergrass of the field. Her foreland would dart to and fro as some new sight arrested her attending. Sometimes she would look sharp forward only to get caught up light by the leash. Other clock time, she crawled at my pace, just breathing in all the scents, her little titties quivering. A bead of pussy succus ran down her correct thigh.

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

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

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

Jane smiled. She reached the tree, turning around. She squatted down and groan. I watched the yellow urine splashing against the trunk. It spilled on the wood to the ground, soaking in it. My peter grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her urine flow. She moaned and whimpered, this smell of delectation 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 aspect in my genital organ. She breathed in."Mmm, you smell so good. And your pecker is so hard. Do you demand me to lick your shaft again ?"

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

She nodded her head, her floppy ear twitching."Yes,"she moaned."You could make out 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 turned on to wait to get dwelling. Why not here ? She was a sister-bitch. She had cipher to be ashamed of."undefended my fly, Jane."

"Yes,"she barked in delight. Her blue centre shone up at me, the freckles on her side twitch. Her finger fumbled at my fastener. She opened up the fly of my shorts, the zipper rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My peter swelled the front of my drawers. My dick was so knockout. She pulled those down next, my tool springing out, almost slapping her in the face.

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

"I bet you do,"I said, moving around behind her. I nodded at a passing couple. They just smiled and waved at me."Enjoy her,"the guy called."red cent, I wish I had a sister-bitch."

"I know,"the fair sex said."I bet she 'd lick my pussy so well. serious than you do."

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

grin, I fell to my knees 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 cock and lined it up.

I groaned at the silky feel of her pubic hairsbreadth caressing my hammer. I was going to get laid my first young lady. My sister-bitch 's incestuous Rush shot through me as my dick 's tip nuzzle through her bush and found the virginal lips of her pussycat. She growled in delectation, her back arching as I rubbed my dick 's tip up and down her slit.

I found her hymen.

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

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

Her cherry red popped.

She gasped.

I groaned as I sank into my sister-bitch 's incestuous goofball. She barked and growled and yelped in delight as I sank more and Thomas More of my shaft into her cunt. I groaned as her silky pulp engulfed me. I gripped her tail in one hand, tugging on it just enough to feel the butt hype. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

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

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the capital feeling in the world to be privileged my sister-bitch 's kitty. To feel her twat wrapped around my dick. I groaned, my hands gripping her pelvic arch. Her tail rubbed against my left face, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a deep breathing time, my jersey feel so tight around my thorax. Her cunt clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

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

"Eric,"she moaned, her hip joint wiggling, stirring that amazing bozo around my dick."Yes, yes, Eric !"

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

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

"She does 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."piece of ass !"

Drawing back my coxa was incredible. Her anatomy gripped my dick. The input raced down to my nut. They were tense. full of cum. I wanted to fire into her. My shaft emerged, inch after in soaked in her succus. Her spicy scent filled my nose. A heavenly scent.

She barked in delight as I rammed back into her twat. I smacked into her rump, her hind end shifting. It was pinned between us, the silky hairs brushing my cock as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spice to the delight of her cunt walls. My hand stroked her position, petting her as I drove my dick back into her.

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

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

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

She threw a look over her shoulder, her floppy auricle swaying. Her aristocratical center met mine, showy with her passion. She whimpered and yelped as I drove my rooster in and out of her. I hammered my sister-bitch 's incestuous profoundness. Her puss gripped me. I shuddered, the ache growing and growing at the tip of my dick. I wanted this to last forever.

Knew it couldn't.

I slid my hands up her consistency, caressing up her smooth stomach until I felt the sharpness of her ribs. A mo later, I found her belittled breasts. Those budding mounds. I knew they would swell. Grow tumid and turgid. When she had her first tike, they would make full with Milk River. They would get nice and round. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her pussy. I plundered her snatch and twisted her nipples.

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

I savored the besotted grip and increased the detrition of her snatch. I plunged with force into her as I manipulated those laborious centre. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my finger's breadth. How a lot fun it was to play with them. It added to the joy of plunging into her cunt while also giving my judgement something else to focus on.

Something to hold the bam at bay for a small bit longer.

I could n't think about my cock. Her kitty-cat. Oh, God, she felt unbelievable about me.

I tugged hard on her pap, bringing a yipping barque from her. Her hair tossed, her ear flopping about her fount. Her fag end brushed me while her ass wiggled. She stirred her pussy around my dick, massaging my cock.

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

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

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

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

Jane moaned. Whimpered. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter around my peter. 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 pussy went wild about my cock.

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

She was cumming. I could sense her passionateness spasming around my shaft. This amazing riffle. Her flesh massaged me. I groaned, twisting her nipples as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing bitch. Her pleasure rippled around me. I could n't take 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 moment of no return. I could feel it. My cum was about to ignite from my dick. Her flesh massaged me as I jammed back into her silky depths. I balls thwack into her bush.

I erupted.

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

A mightily fire of jizz fired for my cock, basting my sister-bitch 's pussy. Pleasure surged through me. This tingling kick of rapture that slammed into my mind. Despite how bright it was, darkness washed across the earthly concern. wiz danced, celebrating my pleasure.

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

"Yes, Jane, that 's gravel,"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 pussy died as my cock softened inside of her."Oh, that was wonderful. It was the best thing in the world. Did you have a go at it it !"

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

She threw a smell over her berm and beamed at me.

I groaned, my tool 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 shaft. Her tongue licked up my dick. She cleaned off her slit succus. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her tongue bathing my dick. I smiled as I started to raise severely. I reached out and grabbed her trio, holding it in a indolent grip.

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

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

As I lay there, savoring my sister cleaning her pussy succus off my pecker, I thought about the future. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be happy that I was taking care of Jane, pleased with me that I had taken her in hand. She 'd be such a good sister-bitch. I just knew it. She would sleep at the substructure of my bed, wake me up with blowjobs, and just be a never-ending joy in my life.

ejaculate Monday, I 'd demand her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her front relaxing me as I endured my lesson. She did n't need to go to her own form. She was a domesticise sister-bitch now. During my tiffin break, I would satiate myself in her snatch. I might even pull out out her butt and love her asshole. I bet she 'd have it off that.

All my protagonist would be so envious. They 'd all need their own sister-bitch. I smiled, so glad for today.

For a minute, I wondered how it happened. A footling tingle raced from my sis 's spit and up through my cock. It did n't matter how it happened. It just mattered that I had her.

My loving sister-bitch.

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The figure trembled. This duad of pantie was so naughty. The figure loved it. The rush of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't wait to pass out its succeeding pair of panties. To get them out there. The material body stroked the new one, a pleasant-tasting couplet of panties. They were white and adorned with dainty lace that ran in horizontal set down the front and rump. In delicate stitching, the two words flowed in gold, regal cursive : Top Queen.

The figure stroked the ruffled lace, loving it. This pair of scanty would add such delight to its new owner. The figure had to drop it off.

The figure rose and stepped forward, the mist flowing from a nightfall of water supply. It stepped into the vapour and was gone.

The fog would lead to the perfect spot for the next girl to find a pair of special panties.

To be continued in the next tarradiddle of Mind-Controlling panty ...