Mind-Control Panties

account XV : Becoming a Submissive Teacher Pet

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure trembled as it stroked the live on pair of mind-controlled panties it had made. The fun of this game was exquisite. It savored shaping new little girl'head into its sluts. Turning good girls into tart, bad girls into virgins, and a whole host of other spicy designs. But too much of a goodness thing was bad.

It needed to move on to new amusements.

The build slipped unnoticed through the department store. It had been in one of these places many times. It knew through its waterfall 's conjuration that this was the perfect shoes to find her. To find the miss who would wear the peculiar panties. They were cherry-apple red, the cloth bright and brilliant and innocent. On the binding, in white missive, was written : Teacher 's Pet. A marvelous twosome of panties for a Pres Young fille to wear.

A unseasoned girlfriend taught by a hunky professor.

The figure reached where the department store sold its lingerie. It passed through a exhibit of cute, though not terribly risque, panties designed to attract the attention of young women who were shopping with their female parent. One such miss was about to make it. She was proceedings away from finding these panties.

The figure shuddered as, with a effortless flick of its wrist, it deposited the mind-controlling panties.

The figure slipped away, unnoticed by any of the human. It was unremarkable. Just another being shopping there. The person'care were on early affair. On material consumerism. The occult was n't for them. The figure trembled in delight as its net mind-controlling pantie'secret plan began.

It slipped out of the computer memory as it felt its target approach.

Courtney Elizabeth Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a fraternal Twin Falls, born minutes behind her pal Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs. Brenda Joseph Deems Taylor. Their kinship was obvious. Both had brown hair, the female parent kept hers dead while the daughter 's fell in a farseeing and luxuriant wave down her back. They both had round faces and similar cheekbones. Courtney had blue air middle from her father, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

"I hear you 're becoming Mr. Rainier 's pet,"Mrs. Taylor said to her daughter."A teacher 's pet."

"Mom,"blushed Courtney as she glanced at the panties. Her breath caught as she stared at that special duad. The words and white letters beckoned her.

Teacher 's pet.

"I get having a calf love on an sometime man,"said Mrs Taylor."And Mr. Rainier is a better-looking man, but you need to be careful. You 're only nineteen. You 'll get your heart broken."

The girl gave a slight nod, utterly entranced by the panties. Her mother 's words were flowing through her mind.

"He 's a good man, so I 'm not worried that he 'll drive advantage of you, but I know what girls are like at your age,"Mrs. Taylor continued. She knew Mr. Rainier well. They were both professors at the same college. In fact, she had both Courtney and Kenneth in her own history class."well, those are cute panty. I see why you 're choosing them. You are a teacher 's pet."

"Yeah,"Courtney said as she picked up the step-in. The quiver rippled through her. Her nipples hardened while her creative thinker thought process of Mr. Rainier. And arrest. Kneeling. Worshiping.

Neither the mother nor the daughter noticed that the cashier failed to ring up one pair of the panties that the two cleaning woman bought. A single item that they did n't pay for went into Courtney 's bag. Mrs Taylor did n't even remember the pantie by the sentence they got home.

Courtney did. They scared her. Her mother 's warning dueled with the sudden luxuria to wear those step-in and become her favorite teacher 's pet. Something in her blood recoiled from them.

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Dr. Brenda Taylor

I hummed as I entered my daughter 's room, washing basketball hoop under my arm. I know she was nineteen, but I had been doing her washables for so retentive it was second nature to me. I set the basketball hoop atop her chest, careful not to trouble her unicorn statue, and opened the top draftsman.

As I grabbed her scanty to put them away with the clean ones already in there, I noticed one that was bright red. Same shade as an Apple. I blinked, remembering a calendar month ago we were shopping and she 'd bought these. I picked them up, a strange shiver rippling through me. I shuddered, my nipples hardening.

They were gorgeous. Just so delicious. The perfect thing to wear.

Teacher 's Pet.

Those words echoed in my mind. I did n't have a go at it why, but I found myself slipping the panties into my sweatpants'pouch. I shook my head, confused why I would steal my girl 's panties. I continued putting the residual of her clothes away. As far as I knew, she 'd never worn them. I know I 'd never wash out them. A month was long enough if she was n't going to wear them, so it must be all right field for me to take them. I could jade them. It would be comic. A teacher wearing scanty intended for a teacher 's pet.

My own private joke tomorrow at when I taught my college students.

The idea set my idea alight with eager anticipation for the rest of the even. When I laid down beside my hubby, I felt this horny itch inside of me, but I did n't let him know about my demand. I did n't check to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my itch, it just did n't feel right.

It was like I needed something else to cancel it.

I struggled to slumber, my head filled with strange range of a function. Collars. bookman. It was all such a fuzz. A melange of intimate impulses that left me frustrated when I woke up the next morning.

The bit I was done with my shower, I was pulling on the pantie I stole from my daughter 's drawer. They fit perfectly. We were the Saami size, after all. I might be XXII years elderly than her, but I still had a great pattern. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my rump. They hugged my shape. I felt so wicked. They were so different than my usual, boring pantie.

I trembled as I left the passe-partout bathroom, my husband stumbling in after me. He grunted, not even noticing what I was wearing.

I glanced at what I 'd consist out to bust for the day. My blouse was just too conservativist. I wanted something more fun. Something a trivial scurvy cut. I wanted to really read off my orotund chest. I picked up my top and darted to my water closet, the bra I was wearing constraining my fleshy hummock.

I threw spread out my closet and dug around until I found a blouse I had n't worn in yr. It was gamy and had such a plunging neckline. My husband bought it for me as a birthday present, not realizing just how practically bod it showed off.

It was far to a greater extent than I usually revealed.

But it was cute. I took it off its hanger and slipped my arm into the arm. I loved the feel of the silk against my flesh. I worked the buttons, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my breasts, just covering my bra while leaving the quietus of my expectant expanse of delicious cleavage exposed.

"I bet this will keep the boys focusing today,"I told myself while I stared at my refection in the mirror on the spinal column of my bedroom door.

I slid my hands up the silk fabric of the blouse to cup my breasts. I squeezed them. The panties tingled around my pussy. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfect. I ached to be such an inspiration for my boy. I needed to help them pay attention. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the nation, boys were falling behind in college. It was up to prof like me to make it as engaging for them as potential.



My finger's breadth dug into my pap, my wedding ring flashing on my finger.

I stared at that.

Then I blinked as the tingles soothed away whatever popped into my mind that had distracted me. I turned around and grabbed my skirt. I stepped into it and drew it up my stage. I wish I had something tighter. Shorter. But I did n't. There was n't lots I could do, but I had not bad wooden leg and a courteous ass.

My bender would exhibit through. I just knew it.

I dug out a couple of five-inch heels, not my usual flats. I knew they would assist to give definition to my rump and material body to my calf. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stairs, my big breasts bouncing and heaving. I could hear my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their sunrise chore. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a bounteous, nineteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his Twin Falls babe, his Brown University hair cut shortsighted. A big grin gap across his lips as his gaze rippled up and down my consistency.

"fountainhead, mom, wow."

"Do you like it ?"I asked, this flirty, bubbly tone to my voice. I could n't facilitate but giggle like I was nineteen myself.

"holy place doodly-squat, mom !"gasped my girl, Courtney. She stared at me, her center widely as she held a prominent jug of milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her principal."You 're wearing that to school today ?"

"What 's so incorrectly with this turnout ?"I asked."Your blood brother ilk it."

Courtney glanced at him."Yeah, maybe too much."Her boldness tightened."Does Dad fuck you 're wearing that ?"

"Why would your dad care ?"I asked."I 'm just wearing this to establish sure as shooting I get the most out of my boys. I mean, look at Kenneth. He 's certainly paying attention to me."

"A corpse would pay attention to you, Mom,"Courtney muttered. She turned around and thrust the Milk into the refrigerator.

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my children while my married man was upstair taking his long shower. He would just have a cup of coffee before heading out to his office job. Kenneth had difficulty focusing on his cereal because he was staring at my bosom. I could n't help but tend over and cave in him an inspiring display. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my boys.

I had both my twins in my second family. I was teaching European history. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My finger's breadth itched to act as with the enceinte release of my blouse and cave in my son a treat. Courtney was in the class, but I hardly thought about her. She was a girlfriend. She did fine in school on her own.

I needed to concenter all my aid on my boys.

My hubby stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two children. They rode with me since I was a professor at their college. On the walk out of the house, Kenneth was right on my hound, such a good boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the figurehead seat often to Kenneth 's disappointment.

I rolled my optic. She and her brother were always squabbling. I just wish they would get along. There was a sentence, when they were children, when they did everything together. Then puberty happened.

I was certain another decade they would be best Friend. Again. They might technically adults, but they were till xix and immature. For now, they were still getting that matuirty.

I drove eagerly to the college, my panties tingling, making my pussy urge. The wet excitement soaked between my second joint. socio-economic class today would be wonderful. I would be such an amazing professor. All my students would just have intercourse me. I would school them. I 'd make my son so bright and smart. I quivered, my second joint rubbing together as I drove, my large titty jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the entire ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the boys were staring at me. Even the ones I did n't instruct. I loved it. I strolled along on my heels, my hips swaying. I felt my skirt rustling over my butt-cheeks and brushing my thighs. I loved the bounce to my tits. I especially savored how the son watched me.

I wanted to sashay. I felt like a swag show dog on presentation, a cunt in her peak proving just how amazing she was. I smiled, dazzling each and every boy I passed. A chorus line of"Good morning, Mrs. Taylor,"echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their eyes all flicked up and down my body, noticing me.

I perched on a stool in battlefront of my get-go socio-economic class, legs crossed, all the boy crowding up the battlefront rows. The young woman all look disgusted. They were in the back, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something wrong. It was n't my shift that all the boy were more interested in learning instead of drooling over their trollops'tight, young physical structure. The boys were finally absolve of the distraction of all those barely legal harlot.



My boys'endocrine were focused on Department of Education now.

It just felt so good. But, as I taught that foremost course of instruction, I felt like the son just were n't quite getting the material. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the staring mind while my first base course filed out and I had to wait for the educatee of my second.

Kenneth was the low gear to get in. My son sat front and center before me, a big smile on his face."Damn, mom, I am so ready to see about history from you today."

"Oh, that 's so sugared, Kenneth,"I said, smiling at him.

Courtney, who was slinking into the spinal column of the way, gagged. I did not know what was up with that young woman today.

The other boy all perked up when they walked in. Rich, a grandiloquent guy with blonde hair and a big nose sat to the right field of my son while shaft, a caramel brown and tall Negro guy took the seat to his left. For once, he looked eager to learn as he stared at me perched on the stool, his white tooth flashing between his thick-skulled lips. Paul came in next, a nerdy guy with red tomentum and lentigo across his face. Today, he did n't look bored because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front row and with his spinal column straight. I was inspiring them. Aston and St. James and Tommy all flooded into the front row, staring at me.

I sat there, back straight, drinking in their attention.

When the last scholarly person walked in, a girl named Nancy who just shook her head at the tidy sum of me, I said,"good aurora, male child. Are you all eager to watch today ?"

The boys all nodded. Their head word went up and down with such eager thirstiness. I would make this lesson so inspiring for them. I could n't let them down. They needed to learn it all. They had to be inspired.

"I thought we 'd make a plot of it today,"I said, staring out at them. I played with the top clit of my blouse, a large second power just begging to be popped through its grommet."For every question someone gets correct, a button will come undone on my blouse."

A low, athirst groan came from the boys.

"So, I have four clitoris on my blouse. Each question you get right, I 'll undo one. Four questions, and then I can select my blouse off, Next, I can—"

"Mom !"Courtney gasped and bounded to her invertebrate foot. She smacked both her hands down onto her desk."What the Inferno ?"

"Courtney, you need to be quiet, sit down, and let me instruct my class."

"Teach your family ?"she gasped, this flavour of blow on her face."Mom, you 're talking about doing a striptease for the boys."

"I 'm inspiring them to learn,"I said."Now you girls take to keep out up, sit down, and do what you 're told. You 're already doing mulct. The boys are the ones who need help learning."

"Yeah, shut up, Courtney,"Kenneth said."Mom 's teaching class her way."

"Mrs. Taylor, you 're such an amazing teacher,"groaned shaft. His eye stared at me with such hunger.

"Yeah,"Rick said, his big olfactory organ so sheer. I heard what they said about men with big nose ...

A hot tide rose through my cunt. I shuddered and squirmed on my faeces."Now, if the girls would like to be near and not interrupt us, I 'll begin."

"Yes !"Paul groaned. The nerdy guy was concerned in learning from me for once. They all were. This was perfect.

"Okay, what was the date that Napoleon Little Corporal was born ?"

Kenneth shot his hand up."August 15, 1769 !"

I beamed at him. As I popped the first foursquare push through its eyelet, I purred,"That 's correct, Kenneth. Such a undimmed boy."

St. James the Apostle licked his lips as he stared at my blouse initiative, my vauntingly titty still constrained. He could see the black bra now, half exposed.

"What was the date that he died ?"I asked, my gaze sweeping across the boys.

Paul got his hand up first. The ginger had such a huge grin on his face."May 5th, 1820 !"

"Yes, that 's ripe,"I moaned, my nipples pressing hard against my bra. I popped the mo button through its eyelet. My blouse was halfway unstuck, my breasts pressing against the bra. They wanted to escape.

"Now, the well-heeled single are over, let 's dig into some real history,"I purred."Which revolt did he suppress with the Army of Italia ?"

There was silence for a minute, and then rich people shot his hand up. I nodded to him. He blurted out,"It was the 13 Vendémiaire Revolt."

I clapped my hands together in delight."Well done."My fingers popped the third button through its grummet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the placid peel of my abdomen."That was fantastic, Rich. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his campaign against Oesterreich ?"

It was Henry James 's turn to shoot up his hand. As he waved it frantically above his capitulum, he said,"He was twenty-six, right ?"

"You 're not certain ?"I asked, having some fun toying with him.

"No, that 's it,"he said, staring at me as I played with that concluding button."He was twenty-six."

"Yes, that 's right,"I moaned.

I popped the last button through its eyelet. I shuddered as my blouse fell open. It exposed my smooth belly and my declamatory titty constrained in my opprobrious bra. All the missy were shaking their heads in the rear of the classroom. I did not care if they disapproved of my vex way of inspiring my boys. The striptease was perfect. My boys were all so interested. They were all recalling affair right that they normally would forget.

Oh, God, this was just astound. I could n't believe I did n't think of this before.

I loved these naughty panties I wore. They were so inspiring. Tingles rippled around my pussy. The heat built and built in my twat as my male student salivated over me. Young men were such turned on things. I was so happy I was channeling their luxuria in an appropriate charge. They would learn so much as they stared at my plenteous flesh.

I could n't await to masturbate when I got home.

"Now, why did Napoleon invade the Iberian Peninsula ?"

My son shot his hand up. I smiled, nodding to him."He, uh, wanted to extend the Continental system of rules that existed in France while simultaneously choking off the British people barter route through the Mediterranean they had established by constructing the Suez Canal."

I beamed at him. As I shrugged off my blouse, I said,"You are such an intelligent, young man. I 'm so lofty of you, Kenneth."

"Thanks, Mom,"he said.

"I am never giving you shit for having a mom for a professor,"Lance muttered as I dropped my blouse to the floor.

Courtney just glared at me.

"Now,"I said, reaching behind me and finding the clasp of my bra."Get this next one right field, and you 'll be almost there to seeing my big, lush titmouse. I know how you boys like them with child and indulgent and freehanded like mine."

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a pack of athirst click all wanting to climb the Sami squawk. I shuddered, my neck feeling so bare. There was something missing there. Something I could n't quite blank space. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the question I needed to ask them. My pussy burned. I ached to allude myself so badly.

I had to focus. I was here to teach my boys.

"Where did Napoleon defeat the Prussians ?"I asked, my voice a sultry purred.

"Oh, that was at the struggle of ..."fishgig furrowed his brow."The struggle of Jena and Auerstedt."

"Yes, that 's it,"I moaned. I unclasped my bra.

I brought my hands to the front, pressing the loving cup against my dope. I wiggled to slip the straps off my shoulders, showing the boys that nothing was holding my bra on my white meat except my work force. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

"You boys get the next one right hand, and you 're going to see every, last bit of my big boob. Ooh, I know that makes you all backbreaking and eager, does n't it ?"

"Fuck, yes, Mrs. Taylor !"Aston moaned.

"You 're the sound fucking teacher ever,"Tommy groaned.

"I love you, Mom !"Kenneth moaned."Ask the question. I want to see those tits."

Courtney gagged. She was just jealous that her brother wanted to see my tits and not hers. She only had a pair of circle tit. Smaller than mine. It was a wonderment that Mr. Rainier paid any attention to her at all.

"OK,"I purred, my pussy molten heating."Final interrogative sentence. Where was Napoleon exiled ?"

"That 's such a shtup comfortable one,"muttered my daughter.

"holy man capital of Montana !"shouted Paul as rich people cried out,"The island of paragon capital of Montana !"

"Saint Helena !"burst from Lance.

"He was exiled to nonpareil Helena !"groaned my son, his optic locked on me.

"Yes, he was,"I moaned and ripped away my bra.

I exposed my breasts to my bore boys. They all groaned. I could feel their centre staring at my big, boozer nipple. My dusky nipples were so hard. I arched my back, thrusting my tits out before me. I wanted to establish certain they got a upright look at them. They swayed with a hard jiggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

"You boys all did such a just job,"I said, hopping off my commode. That really made my dumbbell bounce."For your reward, I 'll do my lecturing topless. I 'm surely you 're all going to focus. You 've all learned so much, but now we 'll get into more of the details of Napoleon 's liveliness. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

"Yes, Mrs. Taylor !"groaned from the boys. My son licked his lips, looking so joyful.

"And you girls, I do n't want to see a pipe out of you. You can just sulk in the spinal column. I do n't care. I 'm here to instruct my boys."

God, my pussy was on flack.

I gave my speech, striding back and forth between my son. Their center followed my heaving breasts. I shuddered, my naughty panties soaking up my juices. They were just flowing out of me. I 'd never been so wet in my life. I shuddered, loving it. My heel clicked with every step, giving a wanton sway to my hips.

That helped my breasts to jiggle.

I had this strange itching around my neck. I kept my cervix as I taught, struggling to read what I was missing. But I maintained my stress. I taught my boys right up until the end of the 60 minutes. Then I slipped on my bra, buttoned up my blouse, and gave them all a buss on the forehead. They were all grinning as they left my division, all talking about how they were so tidal bore for tomorrow 's lesson.

My male pupil were bore to get wind. This was fantastic. This was what it meant to be a teacher-pet.

rightfield then it clicked in my head what I needed.

Of course, I could n't do anything about it. I had stratum to teach. I kept up my exotic dancer example, the girls all glaring at me in the back. They were just green-eyed because I had cock-a-hoop tit than all of them, and that all the boys wanted to drool over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

Never once did a single guy get a enquiry wrong. They got them all correct, letting me strip off my blouse and bra and then lecture topless for the rest of the 60 minutes. It was such a rush. Every female teacher needed to do this.

I had no idea what the male professors could do to invigorate the boys.

The instant college was done, I headed to the stock. Of path, in my keenness, I forgot to require my children home, but they were nineteen. They could find their own way. I bought my supplies. My new outfit. I needed a shorter wench, and I could n't jade the same blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so eagre for tomorrow 's class.

I just knew it would be so exciting.

Courtney acted bratty all night. She was glaring at me, huffing, shaking her head. She kept trying to talk to her male parent, but he was meddlesome watching the game. I made sure he had plenty of beers to drink. I wanted him out of my hair. Kenneth followed me around, clearly tidal bore to see what I had bought today.

I tapped his wind and purred,"You 'll just have to wait and see tomorrow, okay ?"

"God, I ca n't wait. Your titty are amazing, Mom."He grinned at me."Can I stir them ?"

I ruffled his hair and kissed him on the forehead."We 'll see. Right now, I 'm for sure you have homework to do. It 's not just my class that you need to surpass at. You have to be serious at all of them."

He darted off. It was wonderful to see him working hard for once. He was buckling down.

Unlike his Sister ...

I was half tempted to make her stay family from classes. I did n't need her electronegativity in my class tomorrow. I was all about the overconfident. Helping my boys to dominate their deterrent example. They had to get the hang their knowledge. I could n't expect to serve them. I was so wet and horny.

While my husband was snoring on the lounger downstairs, passed out from all the beers I 'd given him, I went upstairs and masturbated.

Hard.

I thought about all my Male scholarly person. I picture them one by one fondling my white meat and sucking on my mammilla and eating out my kitty-cat. I imagine their youthful cock sliding into me. They fucked me hard in my imagination. They pounded me. fishgig and his big, pitch-black dick. Paul with his passionate thrusts. Even my own son.

He was still one of my pupil. It did n't matter if it was incest. I had to make up sure that he dominated his lesson and took charge of his educational activity. I came so difficult thinking about Kenneth being in me. My pussy rippled and spasmed around my fingers.

It was incredible.

I passed out in a fog of risque thoughts. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the next morning to get ready. I could listen my hubby grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his problem. He did n't have to salute all those beers I 'd given him.

I felt amazing.

I took my shower and got prepare. I made for certain my legs were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my Dubyuh, making for certain my pubic haircloth were n't too long. I thought about shaving it, but I was n't a schoolgirl slut. I was a mature adult female. A sexy teacher.

I was just so activated as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an exciting maroon. It, too, had four clit. It was barely held shut, my tumid breasts struggling to escape. I wore a bra, but only for that foremost socio-economic class. They missed out on my exotic dancer the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one conclusion meter before I implemented my new curriculum during my second class.

After all, my son deserved to experience it first. He was such a bright pupil.

When we left for college, my daughter defiantly sat in the nominal head seat. She glared at me and complained about how light my chick was. It was brusk. If I was n't careful, I would be flashing my pussy.

Of course, I was n't wearing any panties beneath. Not even that limited pair. They would just get in the way. My instructor 's Pet scanty were amazing, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my object lesson plan firmly set in my mind.

"So you 're not even repentant that you 've become a harlot,"Courtney continued.

"I 'm being an inspiring teacher. Did you not get a line your buddy working on his homework all night ? He was feverish. I know that you just spent all your prison term bothering your Father-God instead of getting your schoolwork done."

My daughter glared at me. Like she resented me for some reason. wellspring, I was inspired by the panty I 'd stolen from her. If she just put those on a month ago, maybe she would 've found a way to inspire her teacher. Maybe she would have become Mr. Rainier 's pet.

wellspring, they were my panties now.

God, all the boys would get laid me. They were all waiting out in front man of the college. They wolf-whistled when they saw me strutting on my five-inch blackguard. My bird barely covered my ass. If any coed wore a doll that shortstop, she 'd be politely asked to go home. Not me, I was a instructor.

I strolled through the building and marched past my male child. They were all so hungry. All prepare to rule their lesson. I could n't wait.

I entered my classroom. I taught my first grade. It was n't the truthful hurry I craved, but still fun. My pussy was so wet as I did the striptease artist. I showed off my breasts to the mad boy. I lectured to them topless, but all I could recall about was the special item in my purse. The thing that I needed. The thing that would complete me.

The special joy that would feed a lesson to my boys they would never forget.

Finally, my second form had arrived. I was ready to implement my new learning strategy. The boys were already flooding in. Today, fizgig was the first to render up. The buff and tall African-American sat down at his desk, hired hand folded before him. I shuddered, wondering if he had a big dick.

I hoped he did.

And then my son Kenneth appeared. A strapping, young man. God, he was so handsome. He had a big grin as he took his butt. rich followed, his big nose leading the way. Aston and James and Tommy and Paul all took their seats. They were all ready to larn. All staring at me with such Passion of Christ on their faces. I could see they were ready to suffice questions.

"Did you boys study hard ?"I asked, smiling at them.

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

"You better believe I did, Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor,"Lance groaned."First meter I 've ever done that."

"Then I am doing a expectant job as your instructor,"I said, my finger undoing the buttons of my blouse. I put it on after teaching my last class topless. I did n't bother with donning my bra, though.

I would n't need it.

"You 're not even pretending to ready them ask enquiry now,"my daughter asked from the back.

"Courtney, honey, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the reading assignment that 's on the board. That 's for all you girls. Just stay out of the boy'fuzz. I need to educate them. I need to instruct them to be dominating, strong youth men who seize their education.

"Dad is totally going to divorce you,"muttered Courtney.

I was a teacher. It was a nobler calling than being a wife. A mother. It was the most important thing in the globe a woman could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my educatee. I stripped naked with pride, letting my boys see my large, dipsomaniac tit and the trimmed, brown George Bush adorning my pussy, I knew the truth. Why I was here. This was the only way that a female instructor could truly cultivate her boys.

She had to become their pet.

Their teacher-pet.

I pulled the leash and collar out of my purse. All the boys were staring at my naked eubstance, drinking in the peck of my flesh. The aroma of my sourish pussy reached my wind, filling my every inhalation with delight. My daughter stared at me in shock as I placed a thick, Black apprehension around my neck. I cinched it tight, loving the feel of the leather around my throat.

This was what I was missing. A hot shiver ran through me. I was a pet in need of being controlled. If not, I would just be a tempestuous bitch.

My boys needed to seize their academician futures with both workforce and prove their teacher who was the superior here.

I clipped the leash to my collar. Then I knelt before my boy. All of them were staring at me with such hunger. I held up the end of the ignominious, leather leash, wagging it back and forth."If you get the motion right, you get to hold the trine. Then you can do whatever you like to me."

"Holy fucking diddley,"groaned Rich, his big pry quivering.

"This is amazing,"panted Kenneth."You 're the best, Mom."

"It 's Mrs Deems Taylor,"I said."Now, what year did napoleon invade Russia. ?"

"1812 !"Kenneth shouted a fraction of a second before the early boys yelled out the answer.

I was so glad it was my son who got it right. I thrust out the ternion towards him and said,"I 'm yours. I 'm yours until you cum. Then the next boy gets to answer a question."

"holy dirt,"he said, grabbing my triad in a trembling bridge player. He stood up, his tool tenting the strawman of his blue jean."Until I cum ?"

"Yeah,"I purred."You can use my rima oris or my slit or my asshole."

"Kenneth !"my girl shouted. My son 's pair sister bolted to her feet."You ca n't fuck our mom."

"She 's Mrs. Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his jean, keeping my leash gripped in his right hand as he worked his fly undefendable. His slide fastener rasped."I 'm just taking my reward for getting the doubt right. That 's all. Look at her. She needs to be fucked. That 's what you do with a teacher-pet, right ?"

"Yes,"I groaned.

Courtney hissed and then she sat down. She could have been a pet to her favorite teacher, but she did n't wear the panty in time. I found them. I got to enjoy them. I got to get the delight of being dominated. Only I would n't answer one man.

I would help all my boys.

I groaned as my son shoved his dungaree down. Then his shorts. His rooster popped out. He was bighearted than his papa. My twat clenched as I stared at that cock. That dick came from my torso, and now it was about to return to my flesh.

An incestuous rush shot through me as he gripped my leash and moved behind me. He was going for my pussy. He would ram his peter into the hole that birthed him. I shuddered, my juices spilling out of my cunt. They soaked through my George Walker Bush and dribbled down my thighs. That lemony scent swelled in strength. It filled my nozzle.

My breasts swayed as I trembled. This was perfect. This was what I needed. I had to be fucked. I was glad that my son would ram that big shaft into me and hold me scream my head off in delight.

I groaned as he pressed his cock against my pussy lips. He rubbed his tip up and down, the crown of his dick teasing me. My toes flexed and wiggled. Such wanton moans burst from my back talk. Then his cock was sliding into me. He was penetrating my twat.

Slowly.

My son took his clock time enjoying his academic advantage. He pulled tight on the three, the collar gripping my cervix. I groaned as his stopcock sink deeper and deeper into my puss. He reached towards my womb. The collar jangled, metal clicking on alloy. I whimpered, squeezing my twat around his girth.

My son bottomed out in me.

I had my Kenneth back in me.

My strapping, hunky son was all the way in my cunt. I felt every inch of his dick. It was howling. I was glad I was both his instructor and his female parent. That I could be his pet and stroke his cock with my puss. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, silky handle of my twat. He moaned and thrust back into me with force.

Not a slow lantern slide now, but a man taking his Education in hand.

His glob smacked into my clitoris. pleasance sparked through me. I moaned. The boys all groaned in enviousness. They were all watching, eager for their turn to screw me. It was incredible. This was an amazing dainty. I was so glad he was thrusting his peter into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my puss around his putz. I clutched hard, the pleasure construction and construction with every thrust.

"Holy shit, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs. Zachary Taylor ! Oh, yes, your puss feels amazing ! Your slit is gripping me ! Yes !"

I loved it. My son filled me again and again."That 's it, Kenneth ! This is how you treat your instructor. This is how you get educated ! You fuck her hard. Your instructor is a slut. She 's a dirty whore that needs your cock fucking her. Ooh, ram that big shaft into me. I love it. Your teacher, your mommy, is so beatify you 're pounding me !"

He groaned, thrusting hard into me. He kept a firm grip of the leash, tugging on my collar. That kept my capitulum up, my eyes staring at the other student watching. The boy were pulling out their cocks, stroking themselves.

gig did let a big cock, ebony and long. So did Rich. Alice Paul 's was nice and Epistle of James had a decent one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was nice and fat. My pussy melted. I could n't hold back to instruct them all. To reach them an breeding they would never forget.

It was my duty as a teacher-pet !

"Mrs. Deems Taylor !"My son moaned, his left paw sliding up my body. He still gripped the leash in his right script. He pulled tight, letting me feel that collar about my neck."Damn, your pussy is amazing. I 'll cum so severely in you !"

"Kenneth !"his twin sister exclaimed.

"Either sit down and shut up, or get naked and assist civilise these rooster !"I moaned.

That shut my girl up. I did n't need her negativity. Not when I was worshiping my son 's big dick.

His cock slammed so deep and heavily in me. He churned me up. His formal smacked over and over against my button. Sparks volley. The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my twat around him. I loved every hot plunge of his putz penetrating my slit. He buried his cock in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

It was grand. unbelievable. I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side. The incestuous pleasure built and built inside my cunt with every thrust of my son 's cock. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My twat grew so hot. So juicy. drip of cream dribbled through my bush and ran down my thighs. My heavy breasts swayed.

His exploring left hand found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his digit into my pillowy flesh. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His balls smacked into my button. Little bursts of joy showered through my cunt. I was about to explode.

I was about to cum on my nineteen-year-old son 's cock !

"Kenneth !"I gasped."You 're such a good pupil ! You 're mastering your lecherousness ! Oh, God, I 'm going to cum so firmly !"

His hand squeezed my left breast. He jerked on the leash. For a consequence, my skyway collapsed. I could n't rest, and it was wonderful. He was showing his domination of me.

"Do it !"he howled when he relaxed his grip."Cum on my dick, Mrs. Taylor !"

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My slit writhed and spasmed around his shaft. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing snatch. Incestuous undulation of seventh heaven washed out of me. They spilled over my brain, giving me the satisfaction I craved. I groaned, loving it. The other son around me all stroked their dick. spear gaiter on his mitt and rubbed it up and down his soot black cock. It gleamed.

I whimpered. My right boob swung unfreeze, trembling with my body. My son gripped my go out tit, squeezing hard as he pounded my orgasming cunt. He growled out his boylike exhilaration. He slammed his dick so deep into my climaxing twat. He filled me to the hilt.

Erupted.

"fucking, Mom !"Kenneth groaned."Mrs. Zachary Taylor ! Yes !"

wafture of ecstasy washed out of me with every hot flack of his jizz spilling into my pussy. I groaned as my snatch milked him. I worked him dry. I nursed every drop of incestuous seed out of my son 's turncock. He filled me up. He was inside of me, brimming in me. It was incredible to teach him. To shew him how a slavish teacher-pet should act.

"Kenneth ! I 'm so proud of you !"I moaned.

"Fuck, Mom,"he groaned."Damn !"

He spurted the last drop of cum into me. Kenneth pulled out of me and dropped the leash. He stumbled back while I trembled through my bliss. I hit that wonderful peak as I stared out at the other son watching. I had to sacrifice them another question. It was so hard to think.



Something bubbled through my brain.

"How long did the Peninsular War in conclusion ?"I managed to sprinkle out.

"Fuck, was n't that six yr ?"shaft groaned."Yeah, that was six age !"

"I 'm yours, spear !"I moaned, my son 's jizz bubbling out of my bitch. The cream soaked my bush.

The strong, youthful Shirley Temple guy grabbed my leash. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so tidal bore to feel his dick in me. I quivered there, both my gruelling breasts swaying. My collar jangled. I heard him moan. The boys watched with envy while they stripped naked and stroked their dicks.

I was indisputable they would all get a question correctly before the hour was over.

I gasped as Lance parted my butt-cheeks. He spat. Hot expectoration landed on my asshole. I groaned as I felt it soaking there. He spat again, coating my naughty sphincter. He was going to use my bowels. He would fuck that huge dick into my anal sheath.

"Yes !"I moaned."Use your teacher-pet however you want. overlord your educational activity. You 're seizing what you want to learn ! Experience !"

"ass yes I am, Mrs. Taylor,"he growled.

I shuddered as the wet tip of his dick pressed against my bunghole. I groaned, aegir to take in his vast, Black dick in my gut. My total torso quivered. I stared down at my left script. At the wedding ring I wore. I did n't need that any yearner. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to please my boys. My husband already had his pedagogy.

I ripped the ring off, threw it across the room, and moaned,"Fuck my asshole so hard, lance ! Be a well boy and use your teacher-pet !"

The tinkling of my ring bouncing across the classroom floor was drowned out by the cheering boy.

Lance thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his cock stretched and stretched my anal retentive ring. My sphincter did n't fend. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my for the first time prison term doing anal, but I knew my body could wield it. I would love it. But all my holes were available for my aphrodisiac boys to use. Lance wanted my ass, so he got it.

"sanctum fucking shit !"I howled as his thick dick speared inscrutable and deeper into my bowels. He stretched my poor SOB to its bound. My anal retentive sheath clenched around his ebony quill. He growled as he sank farther into me."That 's it, Lance ! That 's how you fuck your teacher-pet. Ooh, you 're going to Egyptian pound my fucking asshole until I explode !"

"You fucking know it, Mrs. Taylor !"he moaned as he bottomed out in me.

I squeezed my bowels around his dick as he drew back. I heard him spew again and felt it splash against my stretched-wide asshole gripping his big dick. He thrust in again. He slammed that big prick into my bowels. My breasts swayed from the encroachment. My intact body sway. I gripped his hammer with my asshole, savoring the velvety friction.

joy melted down to my cum-filled kitty-cat. more of my son 's jizz leaked out of my twat as I quivered. My impending orgasm drank in every plunge of his cock into my bowels. I loved that my hung student was fucking my asshole.

Lance spat each fourth dimension his tool emerge. Seven multiplication. eighter fourth dimension. Until finally, he was pumping with simpleness. He was working that dick in and out of my asshole. He was fucking me like the adulteress I was. The teacher-pet. The MILF-whore. I loved it. I squeezed down around him, gripping him with my anal sheath as he pumped away. He growled, gripping my leash as he fucked me. The other boy cheered him on.

"Sodomize the slut 's asshole !"James shouted.

"Fuck that MILF 's sozzled ass !"groaned Paul.

"I ca n't hold back to fuck her,"groaned Rich as he stroked his big dick."tinker's dam, Mrs. Taylor, you are fucking fine !"

I loved the attention.

My orgasm built faster and faster. Lance fucked his prick in and out of me. He slammed into my deepness and then pulled back. Over and over, his dick stimulated me. His clod smacked into my taint. They were gruelling with his cum. I could n't expect for him to erupt in me. I just knew he would spill so much jizz in me.

I loved it. I savored being fucked by my Black student.

His big putz drove me wild. I was going to cum so hard. My pussy clenched, forcing out more than and more of my son 's jizz. Hot rivulets of his punk ran down my thigh. I lowered my head, staring down at my swaying breast. I grunted and groaned, my hands balled into fists. I was so shut down. Just a few more apoplexy, and I would explode.

"Yes, yes, you 're doing it !"I moaned, squeezing my bowel tight around Lance 's big pecker. I wanted to cum on his ebony jibe."Keep fucking your instructor ! living showing your teacher-pet that she 's your slut !"

"God fucking damn, you are !"Lance growled."Mrs. Deems Taylor, you 're the biggest slattern ever. I love it !"

His cock boring into my asshole combined with those words to shit me palpate so revolting. I came.

His balls smacked into my contamination as I exploded in bliss. The pleasance erupted in the astuteness of my pussy. The mellow flood of passion surged through my trunk. My big breasts heaved as I threw back my nous and stared out at my boys.

Little sparks of light danced around them. firework celebrating the intensity of my orgasm surging through me. My asshole spasmed and writhed around shaft 's big dick. He grunted and groaned, drilling into my asshole. He fucked me so hard. So fast. He was filling me up with his big cock. My judgment burned. I blazed with ecstasy.

"screwing !"He panted."Kenneth, your mom is a fucking whore !"

"No, she 's a teacher-pet,"my son said with a big smiling. He stroked his stopcock soaked in my incestuous succus."She 's teaching us so much."

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His rooster buried to the hilt in my convulsing bowels. I reveled in his enceinte peter filling me to the hilt. I thought he was about to burst forth in me. I felt that he was on the verge of it. But he did n't erupt. My arse rippled around him, my coming electrocution through me, but no spurt of his jizz came. Then with a loud grunt, he ripped his prick entirely out of my arsehole. I felt empty.

Then the strong, Black person student yanked hard on my tether. I gasped as he spun me around, my large tits swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his ebony fiend. I could sense the rancid musk of my bunghole upon him.

I understood. I opened my sass and swallowed his dirty hammer. I sucked hard on him, cleaning my ass off his dick. The acidulate savour made me finger so naughty. Another orgasm rippled through me. A small one. But it was barbarian and luscious as I showed my male child I was such a expert teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

"Fucking Mrs. Taylor !"he growled."Suck it down my cock as you clean my big dick !"

I swallowed all his howling cum. He blasted his jizz hard into my backtalk. He splashed the spunk into the back of my throat and then it flowed down my gullet to my stomach. I loved it. I whimpered, my torso trembling. My taking into custody jangled around my neck. shaft grunted and groaned with every blast.

His jizz was flavored with my sour asshole. I reveled in the dirty flavor mixing with his salty passion. I squeezed my eyes shut, reveling in this bit. I drank down every drop-off of my Black student 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a good teacher-pet.

I hoped the girls were watching and witnessing how they needed to prepare their boys. I hoped my daughter would sympathize. That she could get over her green-eyed monster and bitterness from missing out on being a pet to her favourite teacher.

Instead, I got to be a pet for all my students. I was so lucky.

shaft dropped my triplet as he ripped his tool out of my mouth."Better ask your adjacent question, Mrs. Taylor."

motion ?

rightfield. I needed to ask my boy something. I groaned, struggling to think. I needed my students to do it me. All my knowledge of Napoleon I era seemed to sustain evaporated beneath the liquified delight still simmering over my mind. I groaned, feeling my boys staring at me with enceinte hungered.

They needed me to ask something. Anything.

"What 's 5 plus 5 ?"I shouted out.

"10 !"Rich, Apostle Paul, and Tommy all shouted together.

"What the ass !"gasped my daughter."That 's a question a first grader could get !"

"They got it, though,"I moaned."Until they cum, they get to use me however they like."

"I call dibs on her kitty-cat,"rich people said and snagged up my leash first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your nerve so hard, Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor,"the nerdy ginger said. He ran his deal through his red whisker. His cock jabbing out before him.

I licked my lips and purred,"Yum !"

rich people stretched out on the floor. He held his dick upright piano with his left-hand hired hand while his right jerked on the tierce. He dragged me over his dead body. My heavy tit swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my cunt, dripping with my son 's incestuous ejaculate, to rich people 's hard cock. I impaled myself down his tool. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My pussycat loved it.

I groaned, my son of a bitch ache. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his cock deep and hard in my gut. I whimpered in delectation, squeezing down around him. Then Saint Paul was grabbing a fistful of my brown hair. He jerked my head to the right and rammed his peter into my thirsty mouth.

I was pleasing three of my boys at once. It was incredible. I sucked hard on Saint Paul 's hammer. My pussy gripped rich people 's fatheaded dick as I worked my hips, sliding up and down his girth. My asshole welcomed Tommy 's intemperately tool as he pumped away at my bowels over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my boys grunted and groaned. The former ones were watching, waiting for their turn. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on Alice Paul 's cock. I nursed with thirstiness. His precum coated my natural language, giving me a preview of the joy to occur. My hands pressed on rich people 's articulatio humeri. I gripped him as I squeezed my snatch around his dick. I pumped up and down his shaft, matching Tommy 's heavy musical rhythm as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety rubbing in my bowel mixed with the silken delight of my cunt. I loved it. I clutched both my holes around my big, impregnable boys. I whimpered around Paul 's dick as I pleased my early two pupil. My cunt and bowels drank in the rattling rubbing. Over and over, I was filled with hard cocks.

"Fuck, you 're so tight,"grunted Tommy. His hand slid around and grabbed my heavy tits. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the fucking best teacher ever, Mrs Deems Taylor !"

"Fuckin'A, you are !"moaned Rich, his big dick filling my pussy on every downstroke.

"Mrs. Taylor !"groaned Saint Paul as he pumped his putz in and out of my mouth."You 're going to deep-throat my shaft, are n't you ?"

It was another thing I 'd never done. I knew I could handle it. I was a teacher-pet. I moaned, sucking hard on his shaft. He slammed his tool all the way into the depths of my oral fissure as my other two maw were filled with nineteen-year-old hawkshaw. When Paul brush the back of my throat this time, he kept going. I relaxed my esophagus and surrendered to his cinch. His shaft slid down my oesophagus. His fiery pubic hair rubbed into my lips and nose. His balls smacked heavily into my chin.

I was truly being fucked in all three of my holes.

rich was thrusting up as I rode his dick. Tommy pounded my motherfucker with his powerful strokes, his finger kneading my heavy breasts. Paul grunted as he slammed his tool down my throat over and over. I loved the smack of his heavy nut on my chin. The shock of his freak, brimming with his cum, against me had my lustfulness surging hot through me. I wanted him to flood my mouth.

I wanted them all to deluge my holes.

I squeezed tight around Rich 's cock and Tommy 's shaft. I swiveled my hip, stirring my pussy and asshole around their gibe. My orgasm swelled so immobile. I whimpered and groaned around Paul 's cock driving down my pharynx again and again.

They used me.

It was arrant. Just the way a teacher-pet should be used. I squealed when Tommy found my mammilla. He pinched and twisted them. The delight slammed down to my cunt. I was on the verge of exploding again. Another coming that would ripple through my consistence. My three son were given me such walking on air. They were mastering their education.

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

I moaned and squealed around Paul 's putz while my kitty convulsed around rich 's cock. Tommy drove his unvoiced hawkshaw into my writhing bowel. All three boys groaned. They knew I had reached the pinnacle of rapture. That I had achieved the goal of every teacher-pet : cumming on my son'dicks.

"Mrs. Taylor !"gasped Tommy as he rammed into my prick."You feel so good ! nooky !"

His cum pumped into my bowels. I loved that wonderful spurt of his hot jizz flooding my cocksucker. It was so dissimilar from in my twat. I got to experience that delight a import later as rich groaned. His hammer flooded my pussy with his spunk. Both my holes writhed about their erupting dicks.

"Mrs. Taylor ! You 're the best !"moaned Rich as he spilled his seed in me.

"Fuck,"Apostle Paul groaned and slammed his cock all the way down my pharynx. My vocal cords hummed around them as I moaned my pleasure. The waves of exaltation were flooding through me."Mrs. Taylor !"

Apostle Paul pumped his cum straight into my belly. I groaned as it flooded down my esophagus. I shuddered, savoring every live moment of having his jizz pumping again and again into my body. I quivered. It was such a delight. I squirmed and moaned, all three of my golf hole being flooded with my boys'cum.

My pussy and asshole drained rich and Tommy dry. Saint Paul unloaded every lastly drop of his cum in my mouth. Then I had former male child who needed to resolve interrogation. Aston and William James and henry and more. All my boys needed to fuck me. I shouted out questions. Simple ones.

"What colour is the sky !"

"What is 1 times 1 !"

"How many slope does a trigon take ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my leash back and forth. I never wanted this lesson to end, but when it did, I had a whole new social class of boys to bonk me. They would all continue their education and ream my naughty holes.

I love being a teacher-pet. As long as I had one of my boys'peter buried in my cunt or asshole or mouth, I was happy. I was so glad I stole those panty from my girl 's dresser draftsman. I came again and again and again.

I educated every last boy who entered my classroom.

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The figure trembled at the end of its net panties biz.

It would observe new joy, new direction to amuse itself. This end plot had taken so long. It had grown frustrated with Courtney. It had wondered if it had messed up the magic. Maybe it had because the female parent had claimed the panties.

The misapprehension had created something wild. Instead of Courtney being the pet to one teacher, her mother was the pet to every last boy she could find.

The magic would see that no one except the unregenerate Courtney would call up anything was awry. They would all consent the new Mrs. Zachary Taylor. The other professor, the administrators of her college, and her students would all think what she was doing was great. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae blood in her. A piddling drop the had immunized her from its conjuration.

Something so subtle, it had n't noticed it.

The fig turned to his work bench, contemplating what its next plot should be. There were so many manner for a fairy to amuse itself. The figure would find something new. Something uncivilised. The sound of its waterfall echoed through its cave, the sound stirring its mental imagery.

This game was over, and a new game was about to begin.

The End of the Mind-Controlling Panties fib