Mind-Control Panties

story octet : Hot & Naughty cunt

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

bank bill : Thanks to Alex for beta recital this !

The figure of speech entered a store it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the type of fund it had never ventured into before. It was n't the sort of berth that untested girls shopped at. Nor was it even a berth that people typically went to to find clothing. It was a gaming store.

The place tingled its smoke. The air hummed with chance, chance, and wagers. The possibility sent a Rush through its vein. If it had n't found this new high school of mind control, it would be tempted to see what sort of mischief it could get up to in here.

None of the customers, almost entirely male, noticed its presence as it ghosted between the shelves covered in fanciful products. Everything from role-playing plot books to miniature war game number abounded. The shelf were stocked with all manner of dice and rulers and paints and card sleeves and a master of ceremonies of former items the figure had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its common sense, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the bod 's hired hand was a particular pair of panties. It was cut narrow than other single it had dropped off, almost a thong save it spread into a three-sided patch of fabric at the back with plenty room for two words to be written : Wild cunt. Printed in scarlet letters, the phrasal idiom contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton blend.

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

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

Only its destined owner would.

With a final groan, the image slipped away with nondescript ease through the fanboys browsing the wares. It passed by guys excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a rare card out of a takeoff booster face pack or at finding the last box of a set of miniatures. As the flesh stepped out, a Whitney Young man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a humbug look on his youthful grimace. The nineteen-year-old boy was tall with a runners build. He looked athletic and more put together face than the usual clientele that shopped here. He wore a miserly storage tank top made of some futuristic fabric that hugged his torso and a pair of running short pants. He had sunglasses perched on his head. He was on his college 's track and field team, but he was also someone who enjoyed playing collectible notice games.

There was a new set out for his favorite one.

He had a burlesque flavour because of who trailed after him. His footling baby, Jane.

She had long, Robert Brown hair, I lighter hue than her brother 's light ignition lock. She stood slender, appearing almost like a hoyden. She wore a baggy t-shirt and loose dungaree, a baseball cap perched on her pass. Her amobarbital sodium eyes, the same shade as her older comrade, flicked around while she gushed at all the wonderful sights. A smile spread on her mouth, dimpling her freckled cheeks.

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

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

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

He rolled his eyes. His baby did n't look to notice that he grit his tooth. He shook his forefront, hating that his parents forced him to watch her for the afternoon. He was already heading towards the booster pack, eager to pull out a few of them and open them. There was a mythical rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get lucky.

It would nail his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a pair of scanty. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some sorting of figures. She drifted to the pair and snagged them up. She shuddered as the tingle rippled through her. She turned them in her hands, her eye falling on the narrow funnies that widened into a triangle.

"wilderness bitch,"she whispered, this naughty shudder shooting through her.

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

If she could, she would follow him everywhere.

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Eric Mitchels

It was around eleven in the morning when I was finally make to get up. It was a Saturday, so I was taking it light. The atmospheric condition was corking, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to maneuver to the game store. I had another twenty I could drop on plugger packs. Maybe this time I get the card. I could n't give to buy it, it was way too much on the secondary market place. It would complete my deck. I wanted to be ready for adjacent Friday night.

Deciding on heading to the game store instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a couple of jean shorts. I snagged a crocked t-shirt, pulling it over my fit form. I stood up, stretching. My belly rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched open the door and came face-to-face with my little sister.

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

She had on a rigorous dyad of jeans that hugged her material body. The denim clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't receive much rosehip, she had some feminine bender to her eighteen-year-old torso. Even unknown, I could see her tum. She wore a belly shirt, a fringe of pink running down beneath the cloth cupping her small bosom. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a band of purple cloth wrapped around her torso. I shivered as this strange shudder 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 little sister ?

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

"Yeah, to the secret plan store,"I said.

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

Normally, I would say no, but all the pedigree was rushing to my dick. She was looking ... sexy. Her abdomen was flat and toned, her breasts, while small, had a nice SHAPE to them. Her nipples pressed hard, poking at the thin cloth.

"Sure."

Joy volley to aliveness in her centre. She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She bounced up and planted a buss on my cheek. I could 've sworn I felt her lingua for a arcsecond like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this look of miserable joy, this wild delight.

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

When did my little sister get hot ? Damn.

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

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

What was going on ?

I felt that tingle racing through me the full way down the stairs. I could n't help but notice her firm, little titties jiggling in her smashed top. They were blossoming into a luscious twain of white meat. I was rock-hard. I wanted to head back to my chamber and stroke my cock while thinking about my trivial sis. This was insane. She felt so nice against my arm. She rubbed her cheek against my shoulder, giggling in delight.

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

Our female parent peeked in from the kitchen."Oh, do n't you two look cunning together. I 'm gladiolus you 're spending some sentence with your little sister. I know how lots she loves hanging out with you."

"Yeah,"I said, trying not to ogle my sister 's budding titmouse 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 bottom 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 whisker swaying about her side. Her cheekbones were frail, her brim ruby red. The eye shadow only enhanced the trench blue of her eyes. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her exposed middle and enticing cleavage. Even her shoulder were cute.

Damn. I could get used to having a annoying sis who looked like this.

We reached the game memory board after about ten proceedings, Jane bursting out of the car and racing around to my side before I could go up out. She took my arm the bit I got out, rubbing her nerve 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 idea, but I ignored it. I headed inside, the gong tinkling as we entered.

It was Saturday, so the place was packed. There was some notice tournament going on in the back, a bunch of thespian huddled around foldable tabular array. They were n't playing my game. It looked like one of the Anime 1 with the precious daughter. I was n't quite into that. Dragon globe Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's head darted go away and right as we headed towards the booster shot battalion. She chatted, her interpreter making this soothing scope noise. I paid only one-half aid of what she said, it was all just excited barks. Cute, but meaningless. Her headspring darted around, her optic wide. I swear her hips were wiggling.

I grabbed a brace of takeoff rocket pack off the rack, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a little stand of cosplay token. staple stuff. Some headbands for that ninja Zanzibar copal, a few shirts, and a pair of dog ears on a headband. The instant I saw them, the tingle raced through me. I seized the dog ears, not caring about the monetary value, and placed them on my Sister 's head. The floppy ears dangled down the side of her head, swaying as she moved. I could n't help oneself myself.

I rubbed the top of her fountainhead, petting her.

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

"Yeah,"I said, loving the joy in her heart."They look precious on you."

She squealed and threw her munition around my cervix. She pressed that lithe body against me, my dick throb as she planted another osculation on my brass. This time, I was sealed I felt her tongue licking for a consequence. Then she broke away, her dog spike swaying and flopping around. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. I smiled, her trunk brushing mine as I headed towards the cash register.

When we reached the counter, she darted to place upright decently beside me. She leaned her elbows on the glass display the hard currency registry set on and said,"look what my brother 's buying me. Are n't they cute ?"

"Yeah, they are,"the fat, middle-aged guy working the cash register said. He had a scraggly apparition of a whiskers that ran down his mandibula."They really fit you."

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

She let out this present moment was practically orgasmic. It made my pecker pulse hard.

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

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

I clutched the booster packs in my script, feeling the cards inside. The foil they were wrapped in rumple. We stepped outside into the sun, the morning warm. She broke away from me and darted to her side of my car. I slipped into the driver seat as she climbed in the former side.

"Here we go,"I said, holding up the first friend plurality. I glanced at her."springiness me a buss for luck."

"Yes,"she gasped.

She darted her straits 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 parentage swelling my tool. I do n't recall ever being harder. My sis was just so cute.

I popped open the first plurality, ignoring all the common land and uncommons. I went straight for the last placard where the rare or the fabulous rare would be found.

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

I opened the minute pack, the enhancer crinkling. Jane was perched on her stifle now trembling as she watched. She had this look of hope in her oculus, her hands clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her little nose twitching.

"tinker's dam,"I moaned, getting a dual dry land in the second pack. It was n't a bad pull, but it was n't in the semblance I was playing.

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

The shiver raced around me. I groaned as I grabbed the tab on the spine of the pack. I yanked, ripping the sealing glue apart and opening it. I slid the cards out of my paw, fanning through the folderol commonality, giving the few uncommon a glance, and ...

My heart almost stopped. There it was. The mythological rare I needed. This card sold for 87 dollars final stage prison term I looked online. My heart exalted.

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

I gave a slow nod. With precaution, I set the card on my dashboard, my body trembling.

Before I could do anything else, my sister squealed and threw her arms around my cervix. Then her lips were kissing me everywhere. Her glossa was flicking out, licking across my face. Her lingua darted around my cheeks. My chin. She lapped at my forehead.

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

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

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

As if sensing my need, Jane pulled away, her impertinence flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the spate of my dick. My little sister shuddered, her minuscule breasts jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a bass breathing time and said,"Do you necessitate me to ... ?"

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

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

I groaned at the incestuous link of her hand grabbing my hard cock. I reclined back in my seat, not caring that multitude were coming in and out of the entrepot. They walked by the car as my fiddling sister leaned down. She was just doing what a in force, lilliputian sister should.

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

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

She giggled."You like that ?"

I scratched her head between her ears. She shuddered and darted her point down again. She licked all the way across my cock in one long, shuddering go. I groaned, my chunk tensing at the pleasure. Such a good, picayune sister.

I kept scratching the top of her head, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the crest of my gumshoe. It was incredible. Her tongue was so agile. Then she licked at the shaft right beneath my tip, her deal pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous boot shooting through me. I glanced down her body, her rump clad in those smashed denim, the denim molding to her cute butt. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What ?

My spunk pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her tongue across my putz. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my gumshoe 's tip in her hot saliva. My musket ball tensed. They were filling up with a burden of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her head. I shifted in my fanny. She was such a unspoilt, piddling ... babe. Yeah, she was a good, little sister.

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

Was"babe"the ripe word for her ? Something felt missing.

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

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

Yeah, she was a near, little cunt. My aphrodisiac sister-bitch. I shuddered as her lips nuzzled against my formal. She sucked on one for a import, her clapper playing with it. Pleasure shot up to the tip of my dick, my shaft twitching in her grip. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft. Her grip sent joy flowing through me.

Then she was licking back up my light beam. She dragged her tongue the entire way up. I felt her floppy ears brushing my venter. Her sassing reached the tip. She nuzzled against it. Her tongue licked and lapped at the pussy, gathering up my precum.

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

Her articulatio coxae wagged back and forth, her voice moaning around my cock.

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

"piece of tail, yes, Jane !"I groaned."Keep suction. Make certainly you swallow all. Good, little sister-bitch 's enjoy all their brother 's cream."

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

I could n't aim much more of this. My hand tightened on her head, gripping her hairsbreadth. She had such a silky coat. I held taut, making sure she kept sucking. The air pressure rose and rose, my sister-bitch swirling her tongue around the tip.

That was it. I exploded.

My cum fired into my little sister-bitch 's mouth. Blast after fire of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in delight. Her hips wagged back and forth. The car rocked on its jar as I shuddered. My back pressed into the rear end. My invertebrate foot jammed on the brakes. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.

spurt after squirt of my jizz flooded her sass. Each eruption sent pleasure slamming through my judgement. It was acute. 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 grip. She popped her mouth off my cock and sat up. She licked her lips, cleaning up a little bit of my spunk that had escaped her sassing. Her drear eye met mine, brimming with delectation. I scratched between her ears. She shuddered.

"I did ripe ?"she asked.

"You 're the advantageously sister-bitch in the world,"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 pleasure. She was amazing. I would let her go on licking me. It was when I realized I had to buy thing for her. She was my sister-bitch.

I had to make care of her.

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

She nodded her head, her center slick with excitement."Yes !"she barked."We have to."

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

I started my car and bucked out. She had her cheek pressed against the window. I rolled it down for her. I smiled as she thrust her read/write head out. Her floppy dog auricle flapped in the breeze. She looked like she was having so often fun. My peter throbbed, so glad I had my piffling sister-bitch to hold guardianship of.

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

When I could, I petted my paw down her pricker, sliding from her bare shoulders, across her belly shirt, to her lower back. She really wiggled when I scratched her right above the girdle of her jeans. She whimpered, her ass swaying.

She was missing something there.

She bounced with excitement as I pulled off the road into the large pet depot 's parking lot. She thrust her headland back inside the car, grinning at me. Her brown hairsbreadth was wind-tousled, her dog ears swaying. Her headband almost blended in with her tomentum color, nearly vanishing in her flowing locks.

"leaving 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 point, glad that she raced around the car and came up to my side. Some sister-bitches you 'd have to chase all over. She was such a honorable puppy. I scratched her forefront, 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 ice room access whisked open on our approach. The pet store was arrayed before us. It brimmed with possible action. So many of them. Jane 's headway whipped around, her head of hair of long, brown hairsbreadth sweeping about her berm. Her little knocker jiggled in her tight boob tube. Should a sister-bitch clothing clothing ? I blinked at that idea, this shiver racing through my body. wellspring, of row, she needed clothes. She could n't go around naked.

Why not ? the prickling 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 necessitate a shiny dog sports stadium,"I said, tugging her away."seminal fluid 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 natural language could puzzle out my cheek.

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

We walked down the aisle, looking for what we needed. We passed cud toy, pet food, accouterment for razzing, fish tanks, and then we got to the collars. I passed the I for cats', heading for the pawl'. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my gaze flicking right and left. There were some that were made of rough, canvas-like material while others were made of placid leather. A sturdy textile. tenacious lasting. Some were buddy-buddy, but that did n't look to fit my sister-bitch. She was a bantam thing.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid eyes on the narrow shameful collar studded with shining rivet, I knew it was thoroughgoing for her. I pulled it down, the heart-shaped tag swaying. The shiny metal glinted. I needed to have it engraved. I gripped the leather stripe, 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 gens on it so masses will hump who you are."

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

Next, we headed to the leashes. I wanted something to keep her conclude but had enough distance to let her play. I could n't let her get too far. I also was n't a fan of those deuce-ace that you could retract or play out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her collar. There was a disastrous, leather leash. It was the same dark finish. It was pricier, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would spare no expense for her.

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

Two aisle over, I found the animal tails. They had bushy fox full dress, sleek cattails, crooked scalawag tails, and even dog tails. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the type that clipped onto the cover of the trouser or were held on by some sort of adhesive. They did n't expect sturdy. 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 spark plug that would declare it in billet.

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, hullo ! Mmm, face at the two of you. You look so cute with your dog ears."

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

I felt that tingling rippling over my sister while the salesgirl blinked her heart. She shook her drumhead, her dark hairsbreadth swaying about the wild blue yonder Marco Polo she wore. Her eyes went out of focus for a moment."Oh, that 's wonderful. And you need to get a tail for her, in good order ?"

"Yeah, but you do n't have the right ones,"I said."Where are the 1 with the plug ? You know, that I can inclose. I want something physical so it will bide on her. None of these will work."

"Oh, I know what you 're talking about,"she said."We do n't betray those right 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 clerk said."I 'm surely you 'll find what you need there. Is there anything else you need for your sister-bitch ?"

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

"Why, just pass to the vertebral column of the stock and we take tutelage of you,"she said. She had such a friendly grin on her lips. She reached out to pet Jane 's head.

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

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

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

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

My pecker 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 baby to the back of the storage. A middle-aged guy with thick glasses took the tag to inscribe Jane on the front and in pocket-sized alphabetic character beneath,"Owned by her brother Eric."It took about ten minutes, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the touch.

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

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

"Yes !"She barked.

Jane was antsy as we waited in line of reasoning. There was a figure of customers before us, and only one cashier working. The little girl went as fast as she could, but it was still slow going. Jane whined. She pressed up against me. I felt her small-scale breasts and heavily mammilla rubbing into my English. She humped her pussy against my leg, her denim 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 car park and work off some energy.

I needed to influence off some energy, too. My pecker throbbed.

Finally, we reached the cashier. As she rang us up, a strange tingle rippled out of my sister. I blinked, shaking my question, then realized that the lead 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 take any money on me. How did I ... ?

The tingles soothed away any questions.

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

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

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

"She 's such a respectable sister-bitch, is n't she ?"an old womanhood 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 out her right field here."We need one more thing. Then we 're going to the commons. You can have so very much fun."

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

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

Damn, I was so gladiola I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the passenger door. She climbed justly up, sitting on her knees in the place, 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 door. She immediately rolled down the windowpane and stuck her nous out. She had such joy in her sluice cheeks, her grim eyes shining.

I rushed around the car, climbed into the driver hindquarters, and started the railway locomotive. She whooped in delight as I backed out of the blank, her ass shoved right at me. Her jeans clung to it. The dungaree was in the way, hiding the truly scrumptious parts about her.

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

I had driven by the adult Playhouse so many times. It had a crummy look about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a au naturel woman. All the windowpane were blacked out. The place promised to sell grownup bauble. It promised such wicked delights inside.

I got out of my car and headed around the car to Jane 's position. I opened her doorway and immediately snapped on the troika. She bounded out of the car and fell to her knees beside me. She rubbed her buttock into my calf.

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

Naked breasts were everywhere. On DVD corner. magazine masking. Sex toy corner. Moans echoed through the fund. Dirty video recording played on low TVs in the corners. The gasp and groans rippled through the air. A shagged guy leaned over a retort. He hardly glanced up from the magazine he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could differentiate she was uncomfortable. I led her through the store, my cheeks combustion. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"Damn,"I muttered, glancing at some of the things. pretender pecker. Vibrators. Anal beads. There were some strangely shaped things.

And then I found it. They were right future to the tooshie wad. I groaned at the sight of the dress suit. There were a cat tail and a furry dog tail matching the floppy ears my sister wore. I snagged it up, smiling delight.

"This is what you need,"I said.

"Yes,"barked Jane. She pressed her boldness against my sura again, rubbing against my hairy leg.

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

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

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

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

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

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

She nodded. I opened the car door, she scampered inside. When I unclipped her leash, she grabbed the hem of her venter shirt and pulled it up her organic structure. She bared her humble breasts, tossing the garment onto the car seat. I smiled at the side of her business firm, footling titties. Her nipples were hard.

I pinched one.

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

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

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

I raced to the commons. 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 dislodge Jane. I clicked on her deuce-ace before she could get away. She whimpered, looking at the open smoke. Her titty quivered as she crouched beside the car.

"Eric !"she groaned.

"Get those jeans off and then we 'll represent,"I said."I do n't have a go at it why I 'm letting you put on 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 blue jean. She unsnapped them, her hip wiggling from English to side as she worked off the tight material. She exposed a twain of Christ Within drab panties. They were practically a thong but widened into a triangle at the top of her rump. I admired her ass, mostly visible thanks to the cloth vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the phrase on the back.

"Wild bitch."

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

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

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

She sank down to her manpower and knees on the grass, her nates arched up. She was ready for her tail. I knelt down beside her and brought the conical end of the butt-plug to her mouth. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth panoptic. I pressed it passed her lips, letting her spittle soakage it. She swirled her natural language around it, whimpering. Her fiddling white meat quivered and jiggled.

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

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

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

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

My tool throbbed as I brought the backside plug to my sister 's asscheeks. I pressed the cone between them, finding her sphincter. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic pilus. I could smell the spicy scent of Jane 's pussy. I breathed in the odor as I pushed the rump 's plug against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her asshole widened and widened, swallowing Thomas More and more of the spit-lubed derriere nag. She gasped, her head tossing, floppy disk spike dancing. Her mother fucker stretched wider. My peter ached as I watched it fell into her asshole.

It was seated in her all the way. Her pooch prat draped over the fracture and dangled down between her second joint, hiding her pussy from view. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her pelvis. Her tail wagged back and Forth River, her twat flashing.

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

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

She scampered around, her tail swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my typeface, her spit bathing me. Our mouth met and I kissed her. I thrust my natural language into my sister-bitch 's oral fissure. I gripped the leash groaning as I loved her. She was so up-and-coming. So in need of her walk.

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

"Yes !"she barked.

She crawled ahead of me, her new tail swishing back and forth. She was finally perfect. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her accessory. Her catch jangled with her every step. I sauntered after her, adjusting my stopcock in my jean. I could n't help but stare at that loaded ass, her barker tail swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her snatch would peek out, that pink scratch adorned by her curly-brown pubic haircloth. Dew glistened on her silky strands, showing her excitement.

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

"What an obedient sister-bitch,"an old man said, a tingle racing down the troika for my sister."You 're a golden Whitney Moore Young Jr. man."

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

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

"Yes !"she moaned, her hips wiggling.

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

"It 's a treat,"I said."Come on, Jane, let 's maintain going."

"Right !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, green goddess brand whisking against her hands and articulatio genus. Her head darted to and fro. As I walked her, guys and girls would amount up to pet her head. Sometimes, she would puzzle out their hands while other metre she would cower close to me, especially if they were tall guy cable. She 'd wardrobe against me and whimper. I scratched her head to reassure her. A moment later, she 'd forget her fright and scamper on ahead, her ass swishing behind her.

She 'd sniff little flowers peeking through the grass of the field. Her read/write head would dash to and fro as some new sight arrested her attention. Sometimes she would bucket along forward only to get caught up short by the three. other times, she crawled at my pace, just breathing in all the scents, her fiddling titties quivering. A bead of pussy succus ran down her right thigh.

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

"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 sensationalistic urine splashing against the trunk. It spilled on the wood to the ground, soaking in it. My cock grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her weewee flowing. She moaned and whimpered, this look of pleasure on her face.

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

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

She nuzzled her boldness in my fork. She breathed in."Mmm, you smell so undecomposed. And your dick is so severely. Do you necessitate me to lick your pecker again ?"

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

She nodded her mind, her floppy ears twitching."Yes,"she moaned."You could have intercourse my pussycat. It 's all right. You 're my brother-owner. You 're the only when one who can have intercourse me."

I petted her."That 's right."

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

"Yes,"she barked in delight. Her blue heart shone up at me, the freckles on her face twitch. Her digit fumbled at my holdfast. She opened up the fly of my shorts, the zipper rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My cock swelled the front of my boxers. My cock was so severely. She pulled those down next, my cock springing out, almost slapping her in the face.

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

"I bet you do,"I said, moving around behind her. I nodded at a passing 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 kitty so well. Better than you do."

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

Smiling, I fell to my knees behind my Sister. I grabbed her hindquarters and pushed it out of the way. I stared at her kitty-cat. I could smell that spicy fragrancy. She needed this so bad. She whimpered, wiggling her ass. I grabbed my putz and lined it up.

I groaned at the silky feel of her pubic haircloth caressing my cock. I was going to sleep with my first girl. My sister-bitch 's incestuous haste shooter through me as my dick 's tip nuzzle through her George H.W. Bush and found the virgin sassing of her pussy. 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 maidenhead. I felt it stretching and stretching before my dick. I groaned, my fondness pumping fast. The champion felt incredible. Her slit back talk just wrapped around the first half-inch of my cock. The silk embraced me as her reduce membrane stretched to its limit.

Her cerise 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 Thomas More of my dick into her cunt. I groaned as her silky flesh engulfed me. I gripped her tail in one hired hand, tugging on it just enough to feel the butt plug. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

My egg rested against her contamination. She 'd taken every inch of me.

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the greatest feeling in the world to be inside my sister-bitch 's pussy. To sense her cunt wrapped around my dick. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips. Her tail rubbed against my leave alone side, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a deep breathing space, my jersey feeling so tight around my pectus. Her puss clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

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

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

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

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

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

She barked in delight as I rammed back into her twat. I smacked into her rump, her tooshie shift. It was pinned between us, the silky whisker brushing my cock as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spiciness to the delectation of her snatch rampart. My hired man stroked her sides, petting her as I drove my dick back into her.

My balls smacked into her clitoris. I groaned at the feel of her cunt 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 awe-inspiring inside me, Eric !"

She threw a look over her articulatio humeri, her floppy ears swaying. Her blue eyes met mine, slick magazine with her passion. She whimpered and yelped as I drove my cock in and out of her. I hammered my sister-bitch 's incestuous profundity. Her pussy gripped me. I shuddered, the ache growing and growing at the tip of my putz. I wanted this to terminal forever.

Knew it couldn't.

I slid my hands up her consistency, caressing up her smooth belly until I felt the boundary of her costa. A moment later, I found her small-scale breasts. Those budding agglomerate. I knew they would swell. Grow larger and declamatory. When she had her first child, they would fill with milk. They would become courteous and round. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her pussy. I plundered her cunt and twisted her nipples.

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

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

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

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

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

Her hot, juicy cunt gripped me. Massaged me. Every dip swelled and swelled the ache at the tip of my cock. The sleek friction built in me. My balls tightened. I swung into her, smacking into her Dubya. I groaned, twisting her nipples, wanting this to last forever.

"Oh, yes, Eric !"She barked."Your peter tactile property 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 severe. She deserves it !"

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

Jane moaned. Whimpered. Her pussycat grew hotter and hotter around my dick. It felt incredible. I groaned as I slammed into her. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree rustled over us as she arched her back. Her little breasts jiggled in my massaging suitcase. Her hairsbreadth tossed.

Her pussycat went uncivilised about my cock.

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

She was cumming. I could experience her warmth spasming around my dick. This awesome wavelet. Her flesh massaged me. I groaned, twisting her nipples as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing cunt. Her delight rippled around me. I could n't pick out much to a greater extent of this. Her cunt sucked at my dick.

"Jane !"I growled, driving to the hilt in her."Such a proficient 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 erupt from my gumshoe. Her human body massaged me as I jammed back into her satiny astuteness. I balls peck into her bush.

I erupted.

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

A powerful blast of jizz fired for my tool, basting my sister-bitch 's pussy. Pleasure surged through me. This tingling boot of exaltation that slammed into my mind. Despite how shining it was, iniquity washed across the world. whizz danced, celebrating my pleasure.

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

"Yes, Jane, that 's amazing,"I groaned as her pussy wrung out the finish driblet of my cum.

"Eric, Eric, yes !"she whimpered. Her headway lowered. The spasming of her pussycat died as my cock softened inside of her."Oh, that was fantastic. It was the best affair in the world. Did you love it !"

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

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

I groaned, my tool slipping out of her kitty. I sank down on the weed and stretched out. The tree rustled over me, the blue devil sky peeking through interruption in the leafage. I felt incredible. Amazing. I just wanted to lie here and pass out.

Jane turned around. Her leash jangled as she nuzzled down my cock. Her tongue licked up my shaft. She cleaned off her purulent succus. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her tongue bathing my dick. I smiled as I started to uprise severely. I reached out and grabbed her leash, holding it in a lazy grip.

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

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

As I lay there, savoring my sister cleaning her pussy juices off my putz, I thought about the time to come. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be felicitous that I was taking care of Jane, pleased with me that I had taken her in paw. She 'd be such a good sister-bitch. I just knew it. She would sleep at the understructure of my bed, rouse me up with blowjobs, and just be a constant joy in my living.

Come Monday, I 'd occupy her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her mien relaxing me as I endured my moral. She did n't need to go to her own classes. She was a tame sister-bitch now. During my tiffin gap, I would satiate myself in her pussy. I might even get out out her tail and enjoy her asshole. I bet she 'd love that.

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

For a moment, I wondered how it happened. A lilliputian tingle raced from my baby '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 brace of scanty was so juicy. The anatomy loved it. The rush of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't hold off to pass out its adjacent couplet of panty. To get them out there. The figure stroked the new one, a delicious pair of panty. They were white and grace with dainty lace that ran in horizontal bands down the front and rump. In finespun stitching, the two words flowed in gold, majestic cursive : Top Queen.

The figure stroked the frilly lace, loving it. This couple of step-in would bring such delectation to its new owner. The build had to deteriorate it off.

The figure of speech rose and stepped forward, the mist flowing from a fall of pee. It stepped into the evaporation and was gone.

The fog would go to the gross spot for the side by side fille to get hold a pair of special panties.

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