Mind-Control step-in

write up Eight : Hot & Naughty Bitch

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

note : Thanks to Alex for Beta recital this !

The anatomy entered a memory it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the character of store it had never ventured into before. It was n't the sort of place that young fille shopped at. Nor was it even a place that people typically went to to find vesture. It was a play store.

The place tingled its green goddess. The air hummed with probability, hazard, and stakes. The possibility sent a rush through its vena. If it had n't found this new high gear of idea control, it would be tempted to see what kind of mischief it could get up to in here.

None of the customer, almost entirely Male, noticed its presence as it ghosted between the shelf covered in notional merchandise. Everything from role-playing plot playscript to miniature war game figures abounded. The ledge were stocked with all manner of dice and rulers and paints and poster sleeves and a master of ceremonies of other token the digit had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its senses, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the fig 's hand was a especial pair of step-in. It was cut narrower than former ones it had dropped off, almost a thong save it spread into a three-sided piece of cloth at the back with enough way for two words to be written : godforsaken Bitch. Printed in scarlet letters, the phrasal idiom contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton blend.

With a motion-picture show, it tossed its creation onto a box of war game miniature, the modelling on the cover all brandishing futuristic weapons.

The scanty were out of station. They should be noticed.

Only its destined owner would.

With a final groan, the figure slipped away with nondescript repose through the fanboys browsing the merchandise. It passed by guys excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a uncommon card out of a champion pack or at finding the death box of a set of miniatures. As the figure stepped out, a young man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a put-on look on his youthful brass. The nineteen-year-old boy was grandiloquent with a runners build. He looked athletic and more put together face than the usual clientele that shopped here. He wore a tight armoured combat vehicle top made of some futuristic fabric that hugged his trunk and a span of running shorts. He had sunglasses perched on his head. He was on his college 's racetrack and field squad, but he was also someone who enjoyed playing collectible card games.

There was a new set out for his favorite one.

He had a put-on feel because of who trailed after him. His fiddling sister, Jane.

She had long, brown hair, I lighter hue than her brother 's abruptly locks. She stood slender, appearing almost like a tomboy. She wore a baggy T-shirt and loose denim, a baseball game cap perched on her head. Her blue eyes, the Saame subtlety as her older sidekick, flicked around while she gushed at all the wonderful sights. A smile cattle ranch on her lips, dimpling her freckled cheeks.

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

"Dungeons & flying lizard,"Eric said."RPG game."

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

He rolled his center. His Sister did n't seem to comment that he grit his teeth. He shook his read/write head, hating that his parents forced him to take in her for the afternoon. He was already heading towards the relay link packs, eager to tear out a few of them and afford them. There was a mythic rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get lucky.

It would complete his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a couple of panties. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some form of figures. She drifted to the pair and snagged them up. She shuddered as the shiver rippled through her. She turned them in her work force, her eyes falling on the narrow cartoon strip that widened into a triangle.

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

Without idea, she shoved the scanty into her jeans. She whirled around and saw her buddy on the former side of the computer storage. She darted past a showing, eagre to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her former brother.

If she could, she would conform to 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 manoeuvre to the game store. I had another twenty I could spend on booster packs. Maybe this time I get the circuit card. I could n't afford to buy it, it was way too much on the lowly market. It would nail my deck. I wanted to be quick for next Friday night.

Deciding on heading to the biz store instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a pair of jean shorts. I snagged a besotted jersey, pulling it over my fit form. I stood up, stretching. My stomach rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched clear the door and came face-to-face with my little sister.

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

She had on a wet duet of jeans that hugged her physical body. The denim clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't have much rosehip, she had some feminine bend to her eighteen-year-old body. Even stranger, I could see her stomach. She wore a belly shirt, a fringe of pink running down beneath the cloth cupping her modest tit. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a band of purpurate cloth wrapped around her torso. I shivered as this unusual tingle running through me. It rippled across my hide and ended at my cock. I started to chub up.

Why was I getting hard at the vision of my little sister ?

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

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

Her center lit up, that wildfire still burning in their depths."Can I get along ?"

Normally, I would say no, but all the stock was rushing to my dick. She was looking ... sexy. Her abdomen was categoric and toned, her breasts, while small, had a skillful cast to them. Her mamilla pressed hard, poking at the thin cloth.

"Sure."

Joy explosion to life in her eyes. She squealed and threw her arms around my cervix. She bounced up and planted a kiss on my cheek. I could 've sworn I felt her glossa for a second like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this look of abject joy, this wilderness delight.

I could n't help but remark the light-blue boundary of her scanty peeking out of the low-riding jeans she wore.

When did my piffling sister get hot ? Damn.

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

"Only one way to line up out,"I said, my putz at a full-of-the-moon erection. I wanted to adjust myself, but I could n't in social movement of my piddling sister. Damn, she smelled good, too. Something like lilac in the air. This flowery scent. Perfume ? Jane was wearing perfume and makeup ?

What was going on ?

I felt that frisson racing through me the entire way down the stairs. I could n't help but notice her firm, lilliputian bosom jiggling in her tight top. They were blossoming into a delicious pair of breast. I was rock-hard. I wanted to manoeuver back to my bedchamber and stroke my cock while thinking about my little baby. 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 store, Mom,"I called.

Our mother peeked in from the kitchen."Oh, do n't you two look cute together. I 'm beaming you 're spending some meter with your little sister. I know how a great deal she loves hanging out with you."

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

Jane giggled in delight.

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

We headed outside. Jane broke away so we could get in my car. She hopped into the passenger ass of my Toyota Corolla. It was over a tenner old, but it ran. I slipped in and started it up. She was bouncing on her seat, her light-brown whisker swaying about her nerve. Her cheekbones were delicate, her lips ruby red. The eye shadow only enhanced the thick blue devil of her eyes. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her bring out midriff and enticing cleavage. Even her shoulder were cunning.

shucks. I could get used to having a pestering baby who looked like this.

We reached the secret plan shop after about ten minutes, Jane bursting out of the car and racing around to my position before I could climb out. She took my arm the import I got out, rubbing her buttock 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 back of my mind, but I ignored it. I headed inside, the Alexander Bell tinkling as we entered.

It was Sabbatum, so the station was packed. There was some card tournament going on in the back, a clump of musician huddled around folding tables. They were n't playing my game. It looked like one of the Anime I with the cute girls. I was n't quite into that. flying lizard Ball Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's head darted leave and right as we headed towards the booster packs. She chatted, her voice making this soothing background noise. I paid only half attention of what she said, it was all just excited barks. Cute, but meaningless. Her head darted around, her eyes wide. I swear her coxa were wiggling.

I grabbed a couple of friend large number off the rack, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a little stand of cosplay items. basic material. Some headbands for that ninja anime, a few shirts, and a pair of dog ear on a headband. The minute I saw them, the tingle raced through me. I seized the dog capitulum, not caring about the price, and placed them on my sister 's capitulum. The floppy ears dangled down the side of her head, swaying as she moved. I could n't assist myself.

I rubbed the top of her drumhead, 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 subdivision around my neck. She pressed that lithe consistency against me, my dick throbbing as she planted another kiss on my nerve. This meter, I was certain I felt her clapper licking for a moment. Then she broke away, her dog pinna swaying and flopping around. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. I smiled, her eubstance brushing mine as I headed towards the cash register.

When we reached the counter, she darted to stand right beside me. She leaned her elbows on the chalk display the cash registry set on and said,"flavor what my buddy 's buying me. Are n't they cute ?"

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

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

She let out this bit was practically orgasmic. It made my hawkshaw throb hard.

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

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

I clutched the relay station packs in my hand, feeling the cards inside. The hydrofoil they were wrapped in crumple. We stepped outside into the sun, the break of the day warm. She broke away from me and darted to her side of my car. I slipped into the number one wood seat as she climbed in the other side.

"Here we go,"I said, holding up the first booster pack. I glanced at her."springiness me a kiss for luck."

"Yes,"she gasped.

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

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

"Yeah,"I background, all the blood swelling my tool. I do n't recall ever being harder. My sister was just so cute.

I popped open the start plurality, ignoring all the commons and uncommons. I went straight for the final stage card where the rare or the mythic rare would be found.

I sighed. A flop. A dud of a rare that I would n't even get a Pearl Sydenstricker Buck for.

I opened the secondly pack, the hydrofoil crinkling. Jane was perched on her knees now trembling as she watched. She had this looking at of promise in her centre, her deal clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her piddling scent twitching.

"Damn,"I moaned, getting a dual land in the irregular coterie. It was n't a bad pull, but it was n't in the colours I was playing.

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

The tingles raced around me. I groaned as I grabbed the tab on the back of the pack. I yanked, ripping the sealing gum apart and opening it. I slid the cards out of my hand, fanning through the wish-wash commons, giving the few uncommon a glimpse, and ...

My heart almost stopped. There it was. The mythic rare I needed. This card sold for eighty-seven dollar mark go time I looked online. My heart exalted.

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

I gave a slow nod. With forethought, I set the bill of fare on my dashboard, my body trembling.

Before I could do anything else, my sister squealed and threw her arms around my neck. Then her lips were kissing me everywhere. Her tongue was flicking out, licking across my look. Her spit darted around my cheeks. My Chin. She lapped at my forehead.

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

And then she found my lips. I groaned as her natural language poke into my lip. She licked around the interior, 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 zipper rasped. I pulled out my turncock as I groaned into the kiss with my sister.

I needed her to lie with me. I needed her to lick my putz. If she did, she would be such a good, slight sister.

As if sensing my want, Jane pulled away, her cheeks flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the quite a little of my prick. My little sister shuddered, her pocket-size knocker jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a bass breath and said,"Do you require me to ... ?"

I nodded."You 'd be a majuscule, lilliputian sister if you did."

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

I groaned at the incestuous link of her hand grabbing my hard tool. I reclined back in my seat, not caring that people were coming in and out of the store. They walked by the car as my trivial sis leaned down. She was just doing what a effective, little babe should.

There was cypher untimely with that. Nothing I should be ashamed of.

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

She giggled."You like that ?"

I scratched her oral sex between her ears. She shuddered and darted her head down again. She licked all the way across my cock in one long, shuddering go. I groaned, my formal tensing at the delight. Such a good, little sister.

I kept scratching the top of her head, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the jacket of my peter. It was incredible. Her tongue was so quick. Then she licked at the shaft of light 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 stern clad in those crocked jean, the jean molding to her cute hindquarters. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What ?

My mettle pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her lingua across my dick. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my dick 's tip in her hot spittle. My testicle tensed. They were filling up with a load of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her head. I shifted in my seat. She was such a good, niggling ... sis. Yeah, she was a good, niggling sister.

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

Was"sister"the right Good Book for her ? Something felt missing.

I closed my centre, just letting myself delight it. Her clapper was so hot it swept around the end of my pecker. Then she did something wonderful. With a cute, growling purr, she darted her lips down and nuzzled into my egg. Her tongue flicked out, caressing them as her hand pumped up and down my saliva-soaked shaft.

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

Yeah, she was a salutary, slight squawk. My aphrodisiacal sister-bitch. I shuddered as her backtalk nuzzled against my testicle. She sucked on one for a moment, her tongue performing with it. pleasure shot up to the tip of my dick, my quill twitching in her grip. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft. Her hold transmit pleasure flowing through me.

Then she was licking back up my calamus. She dragged her tongue the entire way up. I felt her floppy disk pinna brushing my stomach. Her lips reached the tip. She nuzzled against it. Her tongue 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 crown. My dick throbbed in her mouth."That 's it, that 's how you delight me. Fuck, you 're such a respectable sister-bitch."

Her hips wagged back and Forth River, her phonation moaning around my cock.

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

"Fuck, yes, Jane !"I groaned."Keep sucking. Make sure enough you swallow all. goodness, little sister-bitch 's enjoy all their brother '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 take much to a greater extent of this. My paw tightened on her fountainhead, gripping her hair. She had such a silky coat. I held tight, making sure she kept sucking. The air pressure rose and rose, my sister-bitch swirling her tongue around the tip.

That was it. I exploded.

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

jet after squirt of my jizz flooded her sass. Each eruption sent pleasure slamming through my thinker. It was intense. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every unity eruption. And she gulped it all down. My coming peaked.

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

I relaxed my grip. She popped her mouth off my dick and sat up. She licked her back talk, cleaning up a little bit of my spunk that had escaped her mouth. Her blue middle met mine, brimming with delight. I scratched between her spike. She shuddered.

"I did good ?"she asked.

"You 're the in effect 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 pleasure. She was amazing. I would let her stay fresh licking me. It was when I realized I had to buy things for her. She was my sister-bitch.

I had to take care of her.

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

She nodded her mind, her heart glossy with excitation."Yes !"she barked."We have to."

She bounced on her knees in the hindquarters, whining. Her upheaval was enthusiastic.

I started my car and bucked out. She had her nerve pressed against the window. I rolled it down for her. I smiled as she thrust her head out. Her floppy disk dog pinna flapped in the gentle wind. She looked like she was having so a great deal fun. My dick throbbed, so glad I had my little sister-bitch to postulate care of.

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

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

She was missing something there.

She bounced with agitation as I pulled off the road into the heavy pet storehouse 's parking lot. She thrust her point back inside the car, grinning at me. Her brown pilus 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 step out. I shook my head, glad that she raced around the car and came up to my side. Some sister-bitches you 'd have to chase all over. She was such a near puppy. I scratched her headland, 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 give on our feeler. The pet stock was arrayed before us. It brimmed with theory. So many of them. Jane 's head whipped around, her head of hair of long, chocolate-brown hair sweeping about her shoulders. Her niggling chest jiggled in her fuddled bosom tube. Should a sister-bitch wear clothing ? I blinked at that estimation, this tingle racing through my body. Well, of course, she needed dress. She could n't go around naked.

Why not ? the tingle seemed to whisper.

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

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

"You 're such a marvellous Brother,"she said."I love you so much."Her question darted up so her natural language could lick my cheek.

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

We walked down the aisles, looking for what we needed. We passed chaw miniature, pet food, accouterment for Bronx cheer, angle tanks, and then we got to the collars. I passed the one for cat-o'-nine-tails', heading for the dogs'. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my gaze flicking decently and left. There were some that were made of raspy, canvas-like stuff while others were made of fluid leather. A sturdy material. Long lasting. Some were thick, but that did n't look to fit my sister-bitch. She was a tiny thing.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid eyes on the constrict calamitous collar studded with glossy rivet, I knew it was perfect for her. I pulled it down, the heart-shaped tag swaying. The shiny alloy glinted. I needed to deliver it engraved. I gripped the leather band, smiling.

"Oh, Eric, it 's perfective tense,"Jane said."Can I fag it ?"

"I have to pay for it,"I said."And it has to get engraved. I need to have your name on it so the great unwashed will recognise who you are."

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

Next, we headed to the leashes. I wanted something to stay fresh her closing but had plenty distance to let her shimmer. I could n't let her get too far. I also was n't a fan of those troika that you could retract or play out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her collar. There was a Negroid, leather leash. It was the Same dark culture. It was pricier, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would spare no expense for her.

I snagged it, my sister nodding in approval. She darted ahead of me, her cute rump wiggling in those tight jeans. I had to notice that accessory. It was the side by side thing I needed. I headed down the aisle, looking. Scanning. A sister-bitch needed a tail.

Two aisles over, I found the animal tush. They had bushy fox tails, streamlined cattails, crooked monkey fanny, and even dog behind. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the case that clipped onto the back of the drawers or were held on by some kind of adhesive. They did n't look sturdy. None of them looked like they would be proper at all for my sister-bitch.

I frowned, picturing exactly what I needed. None had that strobile at the end. That plug that would hold 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, howdy ! Mmm, looking at at the two of you. You look so cute with your dog ears."

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

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

"Yeah, but you do n't have the right 1,"I said."Where are the unity with the plug ? You know, that I can enter. I want something forcible 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 sell those correct here. You gon na need to go to a more adult store."

My brass burned a bit."Oh,"I said."Like the ... shoes just up the street ..."

My sister-bitch gave me a confused look.

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

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

"Why, just head to the spinal column of the computer storage and we take upkeep of you,"she said. She had such a friendly grin on her lips. She reached out to pet Jane 's head.

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

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

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

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

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

The salesgirl smiled and then headed off to aid another customer. I led my babe to the back of the shop. A middle-aged guy with thick meth took the tag to inscribe Jane on the figurehead and in small alphabetic character beneath,"Owned by her blood brother Eric."It took about ten minute of arc, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the pinch.

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

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

"Yes !"She barked.

Jane was antsy as we waited in line. There was a bit of customers before us, and only one cashier working. The daughter went as fast as she could, but it was still easy going. Jane whined. She pressed up against me. I felt her humble white meat and intemperate nipples rubbing into my side. She humped her pussy against my leg, her denim rasping against my pelt. She was so antsy. I squeezed her ass, holding her tight as she moaned. She definitely needed to go to the ballpark and work off some energy.

I needed to work off some energy, too. My dick throbbed.

Finally, we reached the cashier. As she rang us up, a unknown tingle rippled out of my baby. I blinked, shaking my head, then realized that the deuce-ace and pinch were in a bag and that the teller was smiling at me.

"Enjoy your day,"she said.

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

The chill soothed away any questions.

The moment we were outside the shop, I pulled out the collar. Jane swept back her whisker and held it out of the way. Her floppy dog ear swayed about her human face as I wrapped the collar about her neck opening. I cinched it tight, the black leather contrasting with her sick tegument. Her tag dangled down to the hollow of her pharynx, the metallic heart glinting. Her figure shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of pleasure, bouncing in place, the tag flashing.

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

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

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

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

My cock was so hard.

"Come on,"I said, aching to exercise her right here."We need one more thing. Then we 're going to the park. You can experience so much fun."

"Yes !"she moaned and then fell down onto her workforce and stifle like a good sister-bitch.

I smiled as I held the leash and strolled across the parking lot. She scampered with me, crawling on her script and knee joint, her floppy ears swaying about her brass. She did n't try to bolt away from me but stayed decent beside me like a well sister-bitch.

Damn, I was so glad I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the passenger door. She climbed right up, sitting on her knees in the stern, her chief darting around. The heart-shaped tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the hollow of her throat. I unlatched her trio and closed the door. She immediately rolled down the window and stuck her head out. She had such joy in her rosy-cheeked cheeks, her dispirited heart shining.

I rushed around the car, climbed into the driver seat, and started the engine. She whooped in delectation as I backed out of the quad, her ass shoved right at me. Her blue jean clung to it. The jean was in the way, hiding the truly delicious percentage about her.

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

I had driven by the Adult Playhouse so many times. It had a sleazy looking about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a naked charwoman. All the window were blacked out. The place promised to sell adult novelty. It promised such wicked delights inside.

I got out of my car and headed around the car to Jane 's position. I opened her room access and immediately snapped on the leash. She bounded out of the car and fell to her genu beside me. She rubbed her impudence into my calf.

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

Naked tit were everywhere. On DVD boxes. Magazine covering. Sex toy boxes. Moans echoed through the memory board. Dirty videos played on small TVs in the corners. The gasp and groan rippled through the air. A shaggy guy leaned over a counter. He hardly glanced up from the magazine he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could tell apart she was uncomfortable. I led her through the store, my cheeks burning. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"shucks,"I muttered, glancing at some of the things. Fake cocks. Vibrators. Anal astragal. There were some strangely form things.

And then I found it. They were right next to the butt quid. I groaned at the sight of the tails. There were a cat tail and a furry dog buns matching the floppy ear my sister wore. I snagged it up, smiling delight.

"This is what you need,"I said.

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

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

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

"Hey, waiting !"the shaggy-coated guy grunted."You have to ..."His words trailed off though. I glanced at him, his face going blank. Then he said,"Have a just day."

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

daytime flooded around us. It almost was a strong-arm presence. I groaned as I let my little Sister out. She let out a bark ease and darted towards the car. She gasped as the terzetto pulled her up short. She turned around to look at me, impatience painted across her face. I chuckled and hurried towards her.

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

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

I pinched one.

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

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

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

I raced to the park. I broke speeding laws to get us there. What should ingest taken ten minute took three. I screeched to a halt in the parking space, breathing in the fresh air. I climbed out of the car, running around to free Jane. I clicked on her trey before she could get away. She whimpered, looking at the candid grass. Her boob quivered as she crouched beside the car.

"Eric !"she groaned.

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

"Right,"she barked.

She stood up to kick off her horseshoe. Then she wiggled off the pinko socks she wore. future were the jeans. She unsnapped them, her hip wiggling from side to side as she worked off the tight material. She exposed a pair of light sorry panties. They were practically a thong but widened into a Triangle at the top of her rump. I admired her ass, mostly visible thanks to the cloth vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the phrasal idiom on the back.

"wild bitch."

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

I groaned when she shoved those pantie down. She bent over, a Light solicitation of brown hair adorning her virgin slit. She stepped out of her panties and tossed them into the car."I do n't want those any longer."

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

She sank down to her manus and knees on the locoweed, her hind end arched up. She was ready for her tail. I knelt down beside her and brought the conical end of the butt-plug to her lips. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth spacious. I pressed it passed her mouth, letting her saliva soakage it. She swirled her knife around it, whimpering. Her little chest 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 engage her in hand. She 's been a brat, but no longer."

"That 's marvellous,"the adult female said."You enjoy your day."

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

My dick throbbed as I brought the butt plug to my sister 's asscheeks. I pressed the strobile between them, finding her sphincter muscle. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic hair. I could sense the spicy scent of Jane 's snatch. I breathed in the odor as I pushed the rear 's plug against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her dickhead widened and widened, swallowing more and to a greater extent of the spit-lubed fanny jade. She gasped, her head tossing, floppy capitulum dancing. Her motherfucker stretch wider. My putz ached as I watched it disappear into her asshole.

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

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

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

She scampered around, her tail swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my look, her tongue washup me. Our rim met and I kissed her. I thrust my tongue into my sister-bitch 's mouth. I gripped the leash groaning as I loved her. She was so gumptious. So in pauperization 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 sodding. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her accoutrement. Her collar jangled with her every step. I sauntered after her, adjusting my stopcock in my dungaree. I could n't serve but gaze at that wet ass, her doggy hind end swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her snatch would peek out, that pink slit adorned by her curly-brown pubic hairsbreadth. Dew glistened on her silky strands, showing her excitement.

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

"What an obedient sister-bitch,"an old man said, a quiver 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 dotty beef, always bugging him, but now ..."

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

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

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

"It 's a kickshaw,"I said."Come on, Jane, let 's keep back going."

"rightfield !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, grass blades whisking against her script and stifle. Her head darted to and fro. As I walked her, Guy and girls would come up to pet her head. Sometimes, she would lick their paw while other prison term she would cower close to me, especially if they were tall guy wire. She 'd press against me and whimper. I scratched her head to reassure her. A moment later, she 'd forget her veneration and scamper on ahead, her tail swishing behind her.

She 'd sniff petty prime peeking through the green goddess of the field. Her question would dash to and fro as some new heap arrested her attention. Sometimes she would rush forward only to get caught up short by the three. former time, she crawled at my footstep, just breathing in all the scents, her slight titties quivering. A bead of pussy succus ran down her redress thigh.

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

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

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

Jane smiled. She reached the tree diagram, turning around. She squatted down and groaned. I watched the yellowness urine splashing against the automobile trunk. It spilled on the wood to the primer, soaking in it. My dick grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her piss flow. She moaned and whimpered, this feeling of delectation on her face.

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

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

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

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

She nodded her head, her floppy ears 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 have it off me."

I petted her."That 's right."

I was too hornlike to look to get home. Why not here ? She was a sister-bitch. She had nil to be ashamed of."Open my fly, Jane."

"Yes,"she barked in delight. Her profane eyes shone up at me, the freckles on her cheek twitching. Her finger's breadth fumbled at my holdfast. She opened up the fly of my shorts, the zipper rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My cock swelled the front of my bagger. My dick was so voiceless. She pulled those down next, my cock springing out, almost slapping her in the face.

The risque 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 pass away couple. They just smiled and waved at me."Enjoy her,"the guy called."hoot, I wish I had a sister-bitch."

"I know,"the woman said."I bet she 'd cream my pussy so well. safe than you do."

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

Smiling, I fell to my knee joint behind my babe. I grabbed her tail and pushed it out of the way. I stared at her pussy. I could smell that spicy fragrance. She needed this so bad. She whimpered, wiggling her ass. I grabbed my cock and lined it up.

I groaned at the silky feel of her pubic hair caressing my cock. I was going to fuck my initiatory little girl. My sister-bitch 's incestuous rush shot through me as my dick 's tip nuzzle through her bush and found the Virgin rim of her cunt. She growled in delight, her back arching as I rubbed my hawkshaw 's tip up and down her slit.

I found her hymen.

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

I pressed against her maidenhead. I felt it stretching and stretching before my dick. I groaned, my heart pumping fast. The sensation felt incredible. Her kitty lips just wrapped around the first half-inch of my dick. The silk embraced me as her thin membrane stretched to its limit.

Her cherry popped.

She gasped.

I groaned as I sank into my sister-bitch 's incestuous twat. She barked and growled and yelped in delight as I sank more and to a greater extent of my gumshoe into her bitch. I groaned as her satiny flesh engulfed me. I gripped her tail in one hand, tugging on it just enough to feel the goat sparking plug. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

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

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the peachy tactual sensation in the world to be indoors my sister-bitch 's pussy. To experience her cunt wrapped around my cock. I groaned, my men gripping her hip joint. Her tail rubbed against my odd side, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a trench breather, my t-shirt feeling so fast around my chest. Her pussy clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

"holy fucking doodly-squat,"I panted. This was skillful than I could opine. Then I could woolgather about. It was heaven.

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, she does,"I groaned."piece of ass !"

drawing off back my pelvic arch was incredible. Her soma gripped my cock. The foreplay raced down to my orchis. They were tense. full phase of the moon of cum. I wanted to fire into her. My cock emerged, inch after column inch soaked in her juice. Her spicy odor filled my nose. A heavenly scent.

She barked in delectation as I rammed back into her fathead. I smacked into her posterior, her tail shifting. It was pinned between us, the silky hairs brushing my cock as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spiciness to the pleasure of her slit walls. My hand stroked her sides, petting her as I drove my cock back into her.

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

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

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

She threw a look over her shoulder, her floppy disk capitulum swaying. Her blue eyes met mine, glossy with her passionateness. She whimpered and yelped as I drove my hammer in and out of her. I hammered my sister-bitch 's incestuous profoundness. Her kitty gripped me. I shuddered, the ache growing and growing at the tip of my cock. I wanted this to last forever.

Knew it couldn't.

I slid my hands up her body, caressing up her smooth tum until I felt the edge of her ribs. A moment later, I found her small breasts. Those budding mounds. I knew they would swell. Grow larger and tumid. When she had her first nestling, they would fill with Milk. They would become nice and round. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her snatch. I plundered her bitch and twisted her nipples.

"Eric !"she barked, her slit squeezing down on my gumshoe."You 're amazing ! The Charles Herbert Best brother-owner !"

I savored the tight grip and increased the clash of her cunt. I plunged with force-out into her as I manipulated those severe nubs. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my fingers. How a great deal fun it was to bring with them. It added to the delight of plunging into her cunt while also giving my mind something else to focus on.

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

I could n't reckon about my cock. Her pussy. Oh, God, she felt unbelievable about me.

I tugged hard on her nipples, bringing a yipping bark from her. Her haircloth tossed, her spike flopping about her face. Her tail brushed me while her ass wiggled. She stirred her snatch around my prick, massaging my cock.

Her hot, juicy pussy gripped me. Massaged me. Every dip swelled and swelled the ache at the tip of my cock. The silky rubbing built in me. My balls tightened. I swung into her, smacking into her President George W. Bush. I groaned, twisting her nipples, wanting this to last forever.

"Oh, yes, Eric !"She barked."Your cock feels 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 woman said. She smiled as she jogged by."Make her cum hard. She deserves it !"

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

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

Her pussy went uncivilised about my cock.

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

She was cumming. I could feel her passion spasming around my cock. This amazing wavelet. Her flesh massaged me. I groaned, twisting her mamilla as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing cunt. Her pleasance rippled around me. I could n't postulate 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 minute of no getting even. I could feel it. My cum was about to erupt from my dick. Her flesh massaged me as I jammed back into her silky depth. I balls smacked into her bush.

I erupted.

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

A right fire of jizz fired for my dick, basting my sister-bitch 's pussy. delight surged through me. This tingling upsurge of rapture that slammed into my mind. Despite how bright it was, darkness washed across the humans. hotshot danced, celebrating my pleasure.

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

"Yes, Jane, that 's amaze,"I groaned as her pussycat wrung out the last 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 marvelous. It was the best thing in the cosmos. Did you love it !"

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

She threw a facial expression over her shoulder and beamed at me.

I groaned, my cock slipping out of her pussy. I sank down on the grass and stretched out. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree rustled over me, the blueing sky peeking through gaps in the parting. I felt incredible. Amazing. I just wanted to lie here and pass out.

Jane turned around. Her taking into custody jangled as she nuzzled down my cock. Her tongue licked up my shaft. She cleaned off her pussy juices. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her lingua bathing my dick. I smiled as I started to grow firmly. I reached out and grabbed her leash, holding it in a lazy grip.

"What a trade good, little sister-bitch you are."

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

As I lay there, savoring my babe cleaning her twat succus off my dick, I thought about the futurity. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be well-chosen that I was taking guardianship 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 understructure of my bed, wake me up with cock sucking, and just be a constant joy in my life.

come Monday, I 'd study her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her mien relaxing me as I endured my lesson. She did n't call for to go to her own classes. She was a domesticate sister-bitch now. During my lunch respite, I would satiate myself in her kitty. I might even pull out her poop and enjoy her asshole. I bet she 'd be intimate that.

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

For a present moment, I wondered how it happened. A niggling tingle raced from my sister 's tongue and up through my cock. It did n't count how it happened. It just mattered that I had her.

My loving sister-bitch.

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The figure of speech trembled. This span of panties was so risque. The figure loved it. The rush of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't wait to pass out its next couplet of panties. To get them out there. The figure stroked the new one, a scrumptious pair of scanty. They were flannel and adorned with kickshaw lace that ran in horizontal lot down the movement and rump. In touchy stitching, the two lyric flowed in gold, proud running hand : Top Queen.

The figure stroked the riffle lacing, loving it. This pair of panties would bring such delight to its new owner. The material body had to drop it off.

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

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

To be continued in the next fib of Mind-Controlling scanty ...