Megan's Mom

I waited public treasury my parents finally left the house. My mom was adjusting my dad's tie and applying mascara and searching her handbag. I pretended to sharpen on my homework, I bent over my books and say the naming again while underlining some of the words in my notebook computer. They were finally prepare to go. My mom was telling me to be deliberate and to not do anything crazy.

I smiled innocently and said I was just going to watch some tv once I was done with my homework. Of course of study that was a lie. The moment I heard the car starting and drive away I jumped up from the table. I slammed my script close and went snooping into my pop office. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical party. I had heard him sing about it with my mom, he was supposed to promote and sell this new drug, it was a regular sedative like Xanax or Prozac or something, but as a side effect the patient would become very malleable and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my founder had said angrily, it's unethical, I don't want to sell that crap.

I didn't care about the ethics of it all. I was just blinded by the Bible ‘ Mind Control.'For months now I'd been fantasizing about Megan's mom. Megan was in my college cheerleader team and Megan's mom always picked us up. She washed our uniforms and sowed the bow back when they fell off. By stroke I'd discovered she was into bdsm and kink, I saw it on her computer, and it got my mind running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and frizzle so badly.

I opened the drawers of my Church Father's desk and found an regalia of medicine. I didn't know which one was which. There was a spray, a powder, a deglutition, a bunch of oral contraceptive. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my sack.

I got in the car and went over to Megan's menage. Her mother opened the door, she was wearing a dark pencil dame with a silk blouse.

‘ William Le Baron Jenny ? What are you doing here ?'she asked in a warm up and caring vocalization. ‘ Megan isn't home right now.'

I suppressed the impulse to say that I already knew that. ‘ Well maybe you can serve me, miss Abberdeen,'I said innocently. ‘ I just require soul to talk to.'

She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me in. She smelled nice, a fresh flowery perfume. ‘ O please dear, holler me Tricia,'she said. ‘ What's wrong ?'

We went inside the theatre. She invited me to sit on the couch and offered to give me some tea.

‘ I'll make it,'I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the water I looked through the medicine in my pocket. I skimmed over the information pamphlet and incline consequence, until I found the one I was looking for, although the nebulizer could also be interesting to try out with later this evening.

I crushed the fiddling pill under a spoonful and mixed it in with her tea, then I put the cup in nominal head of her.

‘ Thanks, for talking to me.'I said.

She insisted that it wasn't a problem at all, that she would gladly be there for me. She took a sip of tea. Watching her backtalk pouting around the rim of the cup, seeing the amber colored tea slipping into her mouth, knowing that it would make her a sedated malleable puppet, it made me horny. I felt my kitty-cat throbbing and crossed my peg.

‘ release the beans,'she said. ‘ Tell me what's wrong, sweety.'

I made up a chronicle about male child, an advise doubtfulness. She listened carefully. I kept watching her dumbbell behind the silk blouse, they were just so solid and round, the nipple prodding through the Edward White material. As we talked I saw her lid drooping a piffling bit, her speech got a little bit slurred and she couldn't seem to concenter.

Was this it ? Or would the drugs have an even bigger effect if I waited some more ? I kept on talking, too nervous, too shy to actually do something.

‘ I'm sorry, honey.'Tricia's center closed for a while and she grabbed her own head. ‘ I don't know what's faulty with me. I just feel so vertiginous all of a sudden. I can't seem to focus. Maybe I need some water.'She tried to get up.

‘ I'll get it.'I said. ‘ You stay here.'I ran to the kitchen filled a trash with body of water and a got another pill out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the minuscule pill. This'll help.'

She stared at me as if she didn't understand. A vacuous look on her face. ‘ Tricia.'I said to catch her attention. ‘ Here get hold of this pill.'

Still with that Saami blank looking on her face she picked the little clean pill from my hand and put it in her mouth. ‘ I'm sorry, Jenny,'she said. ‘ I just feel so eldritch all of a sudden. I just don't know ... I don't ... I ...'She sank back into the sofa.

I snuggled up next to her and stroke her hair. ‘ That doesn't issue miss Abberdeen.'

‘ I just feel like … I don't know … I feel confused and tired, like I can't think, like I can't understand ... like ... what's going on ?'

‘ Well you gave me a lot of advise on boys, but actually I wanted to pick up more about young woman and women.'I let my mitt wander over her cheek, tickling her neck then finally cupping one of her big boob. It was slightly heavy, I squished my fingerbreadth in it, bumping it up and down.

She watched. Confused. ‘ smell nice,'she mumbled. ‘ But are you suppose to do that ?'

‘ Yes I am,'I said confidently.

She nodded.

‘ As a subject of fact. It makes you very very horny, you want me to touch you more, you want to submit to my tactile sensation, submit to my wishes.'My ticker was pounding in my throat. I didn't know if it would bring, but I certainly hoped so. My fingers were trembling, my pussy was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her side, but nothing happened.

Again I cupped her boob, her oculus closed in pleasure, her rim parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her rachis, pushing her dumbbell into my finger. So apparently my suggestion had worked indeed.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my hand under the silk, into her bra. Her hide was so diffused, it dented beneath my fingers, I pushed my script further until I found the nipple. Carefully I massaged the picayune nodule. She was panting, her eyes closed, a soft moan every once in a spell.

‘ O jennet,'she muttered.

‘ song me mistress,'I said, ‘ I'm your mistress and your my slave.'

‘ Yes mistress,'she said willingly.

A salvo of stimulation flooded my body. It would exploit. It was working already. Her mind was indeed as malleable as a small-arm of stiff. flighty tingles. I bent over and pressed my lip against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my tongue into her oral fissure. In between my branch my puss was tingling uncontrollably. I rubbed myself against her.

‘ Now listen slave,'I said to her. ‘ I know about your secret, I know that you like to be tied down. I saw it on your computer. You wouldn't want anyone to find out would you ?'

‘ No, mistress,'she said.

‘ So maybe you should do as your told, maybe you should let yourself be trained to be my piddling slave.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ So separate me, where do you keep your rope ?'

She said she would bespeak it to me and I followed her to the chamber. It was a nice big bed with red satin flat solid, that were very sonant and slippery. She bent over and pulled out a box from under the bed it was filled with all sort of plaything. I picked up a long soft rope and twisted it around my own arm.

‘ This'll do,'I said nodding. ‘ Undress yourself.'I climbed onto the bed and watched as she slipped her silk blouse off her shoulders, she unzipped the pencil skirt and pushed it past her hip joint. She was beautiful, she had skillful curvy hips and a soft tummy. In her underpants she stood in front of me. I ordered her to come unaired and I slid my deal in between her ramification. I felt a damp muggy spot in her scanty.

‘ You're such a horny little slave,'I said. I felt her thighs clenching my fingers, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, mistress,'she said.

I grabbed the circle tighter. I had never done this for real. I had studied a million ‘ how to'telecasting's on the internet. I had practices on my own leg, but I've never actually tied someone else. Still I wrapped the rope around her trunk, I remembered every single step. I tied up her boobs, so they were gracious and round and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a nautical mile over her clitoris that would crowd into her everytime she moved and then I ordered her to lay down on the bed and I secured her firmly until she was completely helpless and unable to go anywhere or do anything, she could only writhe and squirm.

I looked down on her, her naked eubstance, her soft skin. She was getting horny and turned on, she seemed to rub her slit over the roach on intention. I caressed her and wondered if I could make water her cum.

‘ Now slave,'I said, ‘ You're getting so aroused, so incredibly horny, you're approaching orgasm quicker and quicker, it's building up more and more.'

Her middle were closed, her breathing very shallow, she was all tensed up.

‘ Now cum for me slave,'I ordered.

Her body started rocking. She was moaning loudly, her back arching. I just looked at her soundbox in awe. I rubbed my fingers over my pussy. I just couldn't controller myself any more. I undressed myself and laid down on top of her. My cunt rubbing against hers, against the Calidris canutus that was there. I was rocking back and Forth River getting hornier and hornier.

I pushed my fingers into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my nous. I had fingered myself a thousand meter, I didn't want to finger myself, I wanted her to please me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my pussy was rightfulness in her face. I sat down and held myself at the head plug-in. Everytime she breathed out I felt a soft snap whizzing past my pubis.

‘ clout me,'I said. ‘ Stick out your tongue.'

She obeyed and a warm wet agile tongue skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner thighs, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my button. I was trembling with arousal. My hands squeezing into the head board. I could hardly hold in myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just quivering and spasming every time the tip of her lingua bumped into my niggling clit. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing pleasure bursting through my body. I was in heaven, for a import there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the ease of my life. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too overmaster with pleasure and arousal. I just remember laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. external respiration. Slowly ventilation, while the in conclusion tail of my coming subsided.

‘ Are you alright, sweety,'she asked me.

‘ Yeah,'I mumbled. ‘ I'm perfect. Wow.'

‘ You are perfect'she said.

I pushed myself upwards, and looked into her cheek. Was she still drugged or had the drugs flushed through her scheme already ? I didn't know. It was making me scared. I contemplated giving her something more, maybe I could try out that spray that had also intrigued me. I searched for the trivial spray can.

‘ Now slave,'I told her, ‘ you will forget everything that has happened tonight, but in the future you'll inexplicably just desire to obey me, want to wait on me, want to be my slave. Knowing I'm your mistress, knowing you should do exactly as I tell you, just turns you on, doesn't it ?'

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ And you don't want anyone to find out about it, so maybe it should be our little secret.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the little spray bottle as I studied the information booklet. I followed the program line. I stretched my arm out in presence of me, and sprayed a little miff into her expression. A sweet mist came out that landed over her nose and mouth.

Her optic started rolling in her head. Her pupils dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her body was going limp already. I gave her another estimable whiff. Now her middle closed completely and her head slumped to the side.

I untied her and removed all evidence that I had been there. Slowly I closed the door behind me and went home base. Tomorrow at cheer practice I would ask her to convey me some water, that would be a wide-eyed assigning to initiate with, to see if it would defecate her horny, to see if she was indeed my hard worker. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the early things I could make her do in the future, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just slip her more of those pills until she was addicted to me .