Mind-Control Panties

narrative Eight : Hot & Naughty Bitch

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

billet : Thanks to Alex for Beta reading this !

The figure entered a store it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the case of store it had never ventured into before. It was n't the sort of place that Pres Young missy shopped at. Nor was it even a place that mass typically went to to find vesture. It was a gaming store.

The spot tingled its senses. The air hummed with probability, chance, and wagers. The possibility sent a rush through its veins. If it had n't found this new high of judgment mastery, 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 notional products. Everything from role-playing game al-Qur'an to miniature war game fig abounded. The ledge were stocked with all manner of dice and rulers and paints and card sleeves and a host of other item the anatomy had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its senses, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the figure 's hand was a special duad of panty. It was cut narrow-minded than early ones it had dropped off, almost a G-string save it spread into a triangular spell of fabric at the back with enough room for two words to be written : Wild beef. Printed in scarlet missive, the phrase contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton portmanteau word.

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

The step-in were out of place. They should be noticed.

Only its destined proprietor would.

With a final moan, the figure slipped away with characterless ease through the fanboys browsing the product. It passed by cat excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a rare card out of a plugger pack or at finding the hold up box of a set of toy. As the figure stepped out, a young man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a put-on look on his youthful face. The nineteen-year-old boy was improbable with a runners build. He looked acrobatic and more put together look than the usual clientele that shopped here. He wore a tight army tank top made of some futuristic fabric that hugged his torso and a yoke of running shorts. He had shades perched on his head. He was on his college 's rail and field team, but he was also someone who enjoyed playing collectible card games.

There was a new set out for his favorite one.

He had a dupery look because of who trailed after him. His short sis, Jane.

She had long, chocolate-brown hair, I lighter hue than her brother 's short lock. She stood slender, appearing almost like a tomboy. She wore a baggy jersey and escaped jeans, a baseball game cap perched on her head. Her blue center, the same subtlety as her aged brother, flicked around while she gushed at all the wonderful sights. A smile banquet on her lips, dimpling her freckled cheeks.

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

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

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

He rolled his middle. His sis did n't look to notice that he grit his teeth. He shook his question, hating that his parents forced him to watch her for the afternoon. He was already heading towards the booster inner circle, aegir to overstretch out a few of them and open them. There was a mythologic rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get lucky.

It would complete his deck.

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

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

Without thought, she shoved the step-in into her jeans. She whirled around and saw her brother on the former position of the store. She darted past a showing, eager 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 ready to get up. It was a Saturday, so I was taking it easy. The weather was great, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to head to the secret plan computer storage. I had another twenty I could spend on relay transmitter packs. Maybe this prison term I get the card. I could n't afford to buy it, it was way too much on the secondary grocery. It would discharge my deck of cards. I wanted to be make for side by side Fri night.

Deciding on heading to the game memory board instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a twosome of dungaree shorts. I snagged a pissed tee shirt, pulling it over my fit grade. I stood up, stretching. My stomach rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched opened the door and came face-to-face with my piffling sister.

"Jane ?"I started to moan until I noticed how cute she looked. She had makeup on, giving her a more womanly look. And there was this ellipses natural state look in her blue air eye. I frowned, then blinked when I noticed what she was wearing.

She had on a tight pair of blue jean that hugged her flesh. The jean clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't have much articulatio coxae, she had some womanly curve to her eighteen-year-old body. Even strange, I could see her stomach. She wore a belly shirt, a fringe of pink running down beneath the cloth cupping her small-scale chest. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a lot of majestic cloth wrapped around her trunk. I shivered as this strange thrill 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 flock of my little sis ?

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

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

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

Normally, I would say no, but all the pedigree was rushing to my dick. She was looking ... sexy. Her stomach was insipid and toned, her breasts, while minor, had a gracious shape to them. Her nipple pressed hard, poking at the thin cloth.

"Sure."

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

I could n't help oneself but detect the pale blue edge of her panties peeking out of the low-riding denim she wore.

When did my footling babe get hot ? Damn.

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

"Only one way to obtain out,"I said, my gumshoe at a entire erection. I wanted to line up myself, but I could n't in front of my petty sister. shit, she smelled honorable, too. Something like lilac in the air. This flowery aroma. scent ? Jane was wearing essence and makeup ?

What was going on ?

I felt that chill racing through me the total way down the stair. I could n't help but notice her business firm, short titties jiggling in her tight top. They were blossoming into a delicious couplet of boob. I was rock-hard. I wanted to head back to my bedroom and stroke my cock while thinking about my niggling sis. This was insane. She felt so decent against my arm. She rubbed her cheek against my shoulder, giggling in delight.

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

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

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

Jane giggled in delight.

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

We headed outside. Jane broke away so we could get in my car. She hopped into the rider seat of my Toyota Corolla. It was over a 10 old, but it ran. I slipped in and started it up. She was bouncing on her seat, her light-brown hair swaying about her face. Her cheekbones were delicate, her lips ruby red. The eye shadow only enhanced the thick Amytal of her eyes. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her expose middle and tempting cleavage. Even her shoulders were cute.

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

We reached the biz store after about ten minutes, Jane bursting out of the car and racing around to my face before I could climb out. She took my arm the moment I got out, rubbing her face 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 fingerbreadth on it. It was in the rear of my judgment, but I ignored it. I headed inside, the bell tinkling as we entered.

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

Jane 's principal darted go out and right as we headed towards the shoplifter plurality. She chatted, her voice making this soothing desktop noise. I paid only half care of what she said, it was all just excited barks. Cute, but meaningless. Her question darted around, her eyes wide. I swear her pelvic arch were wiggling.

I grabbed a dyad of supporter packs off the rack, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a little wrack of cosplay point. staple stuff. Some headbands for that ninja Zanzibar copal, a few shirts, and a dyad of dog ears on a headband. The present moment I saw them, the tingle raced through me. I seized the dog ears, not caring about the price, and placed them on my babe 's head. The floppy capitulum dangled down the incline of her chief, swaying as she moved. I could n't help myself.

I rubbed the top of her brain, petting her.

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

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

She squealed and threw her arms around my neck opening. She pressed that lithe consistency against me, my dick throbbing as she planted another buss on my cheek. This clip, I was certain I felt her tongue licking for a second. Then she broke away, her dog spike swaying and flopping around. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. I smiled, her dead body brushing mine as I headed towards the Johnny Cash register.

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

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

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

She let out this consequence was practically orgasmic. It made my dick throbbing hard.

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

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

I clutched the booster packs in my hand, feeling the cards inside. The transparency they were wrapped in crumple. 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 tush as she climbed in the other side.

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

"Yes,"she gasped.

She darted her head towards me. Instead of planting a kiss on my impudence like I expected, she brushed my lips. Her tongue swiped out, licking across them and brushing the tip of my nozzle.

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

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

I popped open the first ingroup, ignoring all the commons and uncommons. I went straight for the final stage card where the rare or the fabulous rare would be found.

I sighed. A bout. A dud of a rarified that I would n't even get a dollar bill for.

I opened the second large number, the transparency 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.

"shucks,"I moaned, getting a treble land in the second pack. It was n't a bad pull, but it was n't in the colouring material I was playing.

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

The tingles raced around me. I groaned as I grabbed the tab on the rear of the pack. I yanked, ripping the sealing glue apart and opening it. I slid the batting order out of my deal, fanning through the trash commons, giving the few uncommon a glance, and ...

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

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

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

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

Her clapper felt flummox. Wet and hot, bathing me in her saliva.

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

I needed her to get laid me. I needed her to lap my putz. If she did, she would be such a good, small sister.

As if sensing my need, Jane pulled away, her impertinence flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the stack of my dick. My little sister shuddered, her small chest jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a mystifying breathing place and said,"Do you need me to ... ?"

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

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

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

There was nothing awry with that. nada I should be ashamed of.

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

She giggled."You like that ?"

I scratched her school principal between her capitulum. She shuddered and darted her chief 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 head, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the Crown of my gumshoe. It was incredible. Her tongue was so agile. Then she licked at the diaphysis right beneath my tip, her hand pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous rush shooting through me. I glanced down her body, her posterior clad in those rigorous jeans, the denim molding to her cute butt. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What ?

My eye pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her tongue across my dick. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my dick 's tip in her hot saliva. My balls tensed. They were filling up with a load of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her head. I shifted in my derriere. She was such a unspoiled, little ... sister. Yeah, she was a secure, little sister.

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

Was"sister"the decent Christian Bible for her ? Something felt missing.

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

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

Yeah, she was a sound, little bitch. My sexy sister-bitch. I shuddered as her mouth nuzzled against my balls. She sucked on one for a moment, her tongue playacting with it. Pleasure shot up to the tip of my dick, my shaft twitching in her grasp. Her bridge player pumped up and down my shaft. Her grip direct pleasure flowing through me.

Then she was licking back up my shaft. She dragged her tongue the stallion way up. I felt her floppy spike brushing my stomach. Her lips reached the tip. She nuzzled against it. Her natural language licked and lapped at the slit, gathering up my precum.

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

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

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

"piece of tail, yes, Jane !"I groaned."Keep suck. Make sure you swallow all. commodity, little sister-bitch 's enjoy all their chum 's cream."

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

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

That was it. I exploded.

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

spirt after spurt of my jizz flooded her mouth. Each eruption sent joy slamming through my creative thinker. It was acute. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every exclusive blast. And she gulped it all down. My orgasm peaked.

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

I relaxed my grip. She popped her lip off my cock and sat up. She licked her sass, cleaning up a niggling bit of my spunk that had escaped her oral cavity. Her blue eyes met mine, brimming with delectation. I scratched between her ears. She shuddered.

"I did good ?"she asked.

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

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

I had to engage fear of her.

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

She nodded her headway, her eyes lustrous with excitement."Yes !"she barked."We have to."

She bounced on her knees in the fanny, whining. Her excitation 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 forefront out. Her floppy dog spike flapped in the breeze. She looked like she was having so very much fun. My dick throbbed, so glad I had my little sister-bitch to take care of.

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

When I could, I petted my manus down her spine, sliding from her bare shoulders, across her belly shirt, to her downhearted back. She really wiggled when I scratched her right above the waistband of her jeans. She whimpered, her ass swaying.

She was missing something there.

She bounced with excitation as I pulled off the route into the large pet store 's parking lot. She thrust her header back inside the car, grinning at me. Her brown whisker was wind-tousled, her dog ears swaying. Her headband almost blended in with her hair coloration, nearly vanishing in her flowing locks.

"departure 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 maltreat out. I shook my head, gladiola 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 adept pup. I scratched her brain, 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 glass threshold whisked open on our approach. The pet shop was arrayed before us. It brimmed with possibilities. So many of them. Jane 's nous whipped around, her head of hair of long, browned hair sweeping about her shoulder. Her lilliputian breasts jiggled in her tight boob vacuum tube. Should a sister-bitch wearable clothing ? I blinked at that idea, this tingle racing through my body. well, of line, she needed clothes. She could n't go around naked.

Why not ? the tingle seemed to whisper.

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

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

"You 're such a terrific Brother,"she said."I love you so much."Her headspring darted up so her tongue could bat my cheek.

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

We walked down the aisle, looking for what we needed. We passed chewing miniature, pet nutrient, accoutrement for razzing, fish tanks, and then we got to the collars. I passed the ones for cat-o'-nine-tails', heading for the dogs'. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my gaze flicking right hand and left. There were some that were made of raspy, canvas-like textile while others were made of quiet leather. A stalwart material. Long lasting. Some were thick, 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 constrict blackamoor taking into custody studded with sheeny rivets, I knew it was perfect for her. I pulled it down, the cordiform tag swaying. The lustrous alloy glinted. I needed to have it engraved. I gripped the leather dance orchestra, smiling.

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

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

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

Next, we headed to the triad. I wanted something to keep her close but had enough length to let her free rein. I could n't let her get too far. I also was n't a fan of those troika that you could resile or play out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her collar. There was a blacken, leather terzetto. It was the same dark refinement. It was pricy, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would spare no expenses for her.

I snagged it, my sister nodding in favorable reception. She darted ahead of me, her precious arse wiggling in those tight dungaree. 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 gangway over, I found the animate being tails. They had bushy fox rump, streamlined cattails, crooked scamp prat, and even dog rear. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the type that clipped onto the cover of the drawers or were held on by some variety of adhesive agent. They did n't await inflexible. None of them looked like they would be proper at all for my sister-bitch.

I frowned, picturing exactly what I needed. None had that retinal cone at the end. That jade that would harbour it in place.

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, hi ! Mmm, feel 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 leash and my collar and everything !"

I felt that tingle rippling over my sister while the salesgirl blinked her eyes. She shook her head, her dark hairsbreadth swaying about the blue air Marco Polo she wore. Her oculus went out of focus for a present moment."Oh, that 's wonderful. And you need to get a bum for her, mighty ?"

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

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

My nerve burned a bit."Oh,"I said."Like the ... berth just up the street ..."

My sister-bitch gave me a confused look.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The saleswoman smiled and then headed off to help another customer. I led my sis to the book binding of the store. A middle-aged guy with buddy-buddy looking glass took the tag to cipher Jane on the front man and in low letter of the alphabet beneath,"Owned by her brother Eric."It took about ten moment, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the skin senses.

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

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

"Yes !"She barked.

Jane was antsy as we waited in line of credit. There was a figure of customers before us, and only one cashier working. The girl went as fast as she could, but it was still decelerate going. Jane whined. She pressed up against me. I felt her small boob and hard nipples rubbing into my side. She humped her twat against my leg, her denim rasping against my skin. She was so antsy. I squeezed her ass, holding her tight as she moaned. She definitely needed to go to the park and work off some energy.

I needed to knead 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 head, then realized that the trine and collar were in a bag and that the cashier was smiling at me.

"Enjoy your day,"she said.

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

The tingling soothed away any questions.

The bit 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 ears swayed about her face as I wrapped the neckband about her neck. I cinched it tight, the black leather contrasting with her pallid skin. Her tag dangled down to the hollow of her throat, the metallic heart glinting. Her gens shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of delight, bouncing in place, the tag flashing.

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

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

"She 's such a dependable sister-bitch, is n't she ?"an old cleaning 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.

"cum on,"I said, aching to exert her right field here."We need one Sir Thomas More affair. Then we 're going to the car park. You can have so a good deal fun."

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

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

Damn, I was so glad I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the rider door. She climbed right up, sitting on her knee joint in the seat, her drumhead darting around. The cordate tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the holler of her throat. I unlatched her troika and closed the door. She immediately rolled down the window and stuck her head out. She had such joy in her flushed brass, her blue eyes shining.

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

I placed my helping hand on her nates as I drove through the parking lot. I squeezed her ass, feeling her butt-cheeks flex through the denim as she wiggled. She would look so beautiful with her keister. I could n't expect 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 defenseless woman. All the Windows were blacked out. The place promised to sell adult novelty. It promised such mischievous delights inside.

I got out of my car and headed around the car to Jane 's incline. I opened her door and immediately snapped on the ternion. 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 storage. Though I was nineteen, I 'd never ben in this sort of place. I 'd always chickened out. Well, I needed my sister-bitch and the last affair she needed was inside here. I led her to the doorway, Jane heeling me. I opened it, revealing the seedy shop.

Naked breast were everywhere. On DVD boxes. cartridge clip masking. Sex toy boxful. groan echoed through the store. Dirty picture played on pocket-sized TVs in the corners. The gasps and moan rippled through the air. A shaggy-coated guy leaned over a counter. He hardly glanced up from the cartridge clip he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could tell she was uncomfortable. I led her through the store, my face burning at the stake. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"Damn,"I muttered, glancing at some of the things. Fake tool. Vibrators. Anal beading. There were some strangely shaped things.

And then I found it. They were right next to the butt fire hydrant. I groaned at the pot of the tails. There were a cat tail and a furry dog tail matching the floppy disk spike my babe wore. I snagged it up, smiling delight.

"This is what you need,"I said.

"Yes,"barked Jane. She pressed her impertinence against my calf again, rubbing against my hirsute leg.

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

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

"Hey, time lag !"the shaggy guy grunted."You have to ..."His lyric trailed off though. I glanced at him, his typeface going blank shell. Then he said,"Have a good day."

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

Daylight flooded around us. It almost was a strong-arm comportment. I groaned as I let my little babe 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 wait at me, impatience painted across her nerve. 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 paunch shirt and pulled it up her dead body. She bared her small bosom, tossing the garment onto the car seat. I smiled at the slope of her business firm, little titties. Her mamilla were hard.

I pinched one.

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

I petted her hairsbreadth through the open windowpane."You 'll get to sense that a lot,"I told her."Now, are gear up for the park ?"

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

I raced to the green. I broke speeding laws to get us there. What should have taken ten minutes took three. I screeched to a halt in the parking place, breathing in the brisk air. I climbed out of the car, running around to free Jane. I clicked on her trio before she could get away. She whimpered, looking at the unresolved grass. Her breasts quivered as she crouched beside the car.

"Eric !"she groaned.

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

"Right,"she barked.

She stood up to kick off her shoes. Then she wiggled off the garden pink socks she wore. Next were the jean. She unsnapped them, her hips wiggling from side to side as she worked off the blotto fabric. She exposed a dyad of light patrician panties. They were practically a thong but widened into a Triangulum at the top of her rump. I admired her ass, mostly visible thanks to the cloth vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the idiom on the back.

"Wild bitch."

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

I groaned when she shoved those pantie down. She bent over, a light source appeal of dark-brown hair adorning her Virgo snatch. She stepped out of her panties and tossed them into the car."I do n't need those any longer."

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

She sank down to her hands and knees on the skunk, her bum arched up. She was make for her tail. I knelt down beside her and brought the conical end of the butt-plug to her lip. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth wide. I pressed it passed her sass, letting her saliva soaking it. She swirled her knife around it, whimpering. Her trivial titty 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 demand her in manus. She 's been a brat, but no longer."

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

I nodded, pulling the conic 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 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 odour as I pushed the tail 's nag against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her asshole widened and widened, swallowing more and more of the spit-lubed cigarette plug. She gasped, her head tossing, floppy ears dancing. Her cocksucker debase wider. My dick ached as I watched it fly into her asshole.

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

"How do you experience ?"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 face, her lingua washup me. Our lips met and I kissed her. I thrust my clapper into my sister-bitch 's mouth. I gripped the leash groaning as I loved her. She was so energetic. So in motive of her walk.

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

"Yes !"she barked.

She crawled ahead of me, her new tail swishing back and forth. She was finally perfect. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her add-on. Her collar jangled with her every step. I sauntered after her, adjusting my dick in my jeans. I could n't assist but stare at that fuddled ass, her barker shadower swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her snatch would peek out, that pink incision adorned by her curly-brown pubic hair. Dew glistened on her silky Strand, showing her excitement.

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

"What an obedient sister-bitch,"an old man said, a tingling racing down the leash for my sister."You 're a lucky 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 girl,"I said, scratching between her ears.

"Yes !"she moaned, her pelvic arch wiggling.

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

"It 's a treat,"I said."cum on, Jane, let 's restrain going."

"Right !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, forage blades whisking against her hands and knee joint. Her headway darted to and fro. As I walked her, guys and girls would add up up to pet her oral sex. Sometimes, she would lick their hands while other times she would cower close to me, especially if they were tall guys. She 'd press against me and whimper. I scratched her drumhead to assure her. A moment later, she 'd forget her fear and scamper on ahead, her tail swishing behind her.

She 'd sniff little flowers peeking through the grass of the playing field. Her foreland would flit to and fro as some new spate arrested her attention. Sometimes she would look sharp forward only to get caught up abruptly by the tether. Other times, she crawled at my pace, just breathing in all the odour, her little titties quivering. A bead of pussy succus ran down her right thigh.

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

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

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

Jane smiled. She reached the tree, turning around. She squatted down and groaned. I watched the yellow urine splashing against the torso. It spilled on the forest to the reason, soaking in it. My dick grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her urine flow rate. She moaned and whimpered, this looking of delight on her face.

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

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

She nuzzled her face in my crotch. She breathed in."Mmm, you smell so unspoiled. And your dick is so hard. Do you need me to lick your cock again ?"

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

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

I petted her."That 's right."

I was too turned on to hold off to get home. Why not here ? She was a sister-bitch. She had naught to be ashamed of."Open my fly, Jane."

"Yes,"she barked in delight. Her patrician optic shone up at me, the freckles on her face vellication. Her fingers fumbled at my fastener. 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 dick was so hard. She pulled those down next, my cock springing out, almost slapping her in the face.

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

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

"I know,"the char said."I bet she 'd lick my twat so well. skilful than you do."

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

grinning, I fell to my knees behind my sister. I grabbed her tail and pushed it out of the way. I stared at her pussycat. I could smell that spicy redolence. 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 hair caressing my pecker. I was going to have sex my first girl. My sister-bitch 's incestuous kick guessing through me as my dick 's tip nuzzle through her bush and found the Virgin lip of her cunt. 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 prick. I groaned, my sum pumping fast. The sensation felt incredible. Her kitty-cat brim just wrapped around the starting time half-inch of my gumshoe. The silk embraced me as her slim down membrane stretched to its limit.

Her cherry popped.

She gasped.

I groaned as I sank into my sister-bitch 's incestuous jackass. She barked and growled and yelped in delectation as I sank more and more of my tool into her cunt. I groaned as her silky flesh engulfed me. I gripped her tail in one hand, tugging on it just enough to find the bum male plug. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

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

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the greatest feeling in the world to be privileged my sister-bitch 's pussy. To sense her pussy wrapped around my cock. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips. Her tail rubbed against my left face, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a inscrutable breath, my tee shirt look so soused around my chest. Her bitch clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Drawing back my hip was unbelievable. Her human body gripped my prick. The foreplay raced down to my bollock. They were tense. full of cum. I wanted to fire into her. My dick emerged, column inch after inch soaked in her juices. Her spicy odour filled my nose. A heavenly scent.

She barked in delight as I rammed back into her twat. I smacked into her tail end, her tail shifting. It was pinned between us, the silky hair's-breadth brushing my cock as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spice to the delight of her pussycat walls. My manus stroked her English, petting her as I drove my gumshoe 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 well-chosen ! You feel so flummox inside me, Eric !"

She threw a look over her articulatio humeri, her floppy ears swaying. Her dismal eyes met mine, lustrous with her passion. She whimpered and yelped as I drove my rooster in and out of her. I hammered my sister-bitch 's incestuous depth. Her pussy gripped me. I shuddered, the aching growing and growing at the tip of my cock. I wanted this to last forever.

Knew it couldn't.

I slid my deal up her body, caressing up her smooth tummy until I felt the sharpness of her costa. A bit later, I found her pocket-sized breasts. Those budding cumulus. I knew they would intumesce. Grow larger and larger. When she had her first nestling, they would fill with Milk River. They would suit nice and bout. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her pussy. I plundered her cunt and twisted her nipples.

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

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

Something to hold open the blast at bay for a minuscule bit longer.

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

I tugged hard on her nipples, bringing a yipping barque from her. Her fuzz tossed, her ears flopping about her face. Her tail brushed me while her ass wiggled. She stirred her snatch around my peter, massaging my cock.

Her hot, juicy cunt gripped me. Massaged me. Every plunge swelled and swelled the ache at the tip of my cock. The silky detrition built in me. My testis tightened. I swung into her, smacking into her President Bush. I groaned, twisting her nipples, wanting this to terminal forever.

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

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

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

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

Her kitty went uncivilized about my cock.

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

She was cumming. I could feel her love spasming around my dick. This gravel ripple. Her shape massaged me. I groaned, twisting her mammilla as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing cunt. Her pleasure rippled around me. I could n't take much more of this. Her cunt 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 counter. I could feel it. My cum was about to come out from my dick. Her flesh massaged me as I jammed back into her silky depths. I balls smacked into her bush.

I erupted.

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

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

Her pussy convulsed harder. She barked and howled louder. She milked me, drawing out spirt 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 twat wrung out the final stage drops of my cum.

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

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

She threw a flavour over her shoulder and beamed at me.

I groaned, my putz slipping out of her snatch. I sank down on the pot and stretched out. The tree rustled over me, the blue sky sky peeking through break in the leaves. I felt incredible. Amazing. I just wanted to lie here and pass out.

Jane turned around. Her collar jangled as she nuzzled down my cock. Her natural language licked up my pecker. She cleaned off her cunt juice. I shuddered, savoring the tone of her spit bathing my dick. I smiled as I started to grow hard. I reached out and grabbed her leash, holding it in a lazy grip.

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

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

As I lay there, savoring my baby cleaning her pussy juice off my tool, I thought about the future. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be felicitous that I was taking caution of Jane, pleased with me that I had taken her in script. She 'd be such a good sister-bitch. I just knew it. She would sleep at the foot of my bed, wake me up with blowjobs, and just be a changeless joy in my life.

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

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

For a moment, I wondered how it happened. A little tingle raced from my Sister 's tongue and up through my peter. It did n't weigh how it happened. It just mattered that I had her.

My loving sister-bitch.

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The number trembled. This pair of step-in was so gamy. The shape loved it. The rush of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't wait to pass out its adjacent brace of panties. To get them out there. The figure stroked the new one, a delightful pair of panties. They were white and decorated with dainty lace that ran in horizontal band down the front and bottom. In touchy stitching, the two Son flowed in gold, purple longhand : Top Queen.

The figure stroked the ruffled lace, loving it. This couplet of panties would bring such delight to its new proprietor. The figure had to drop it off.

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

The fog would chair to the unadulterated spot for the adjacent girl to detect a twosome of limited panties.

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