Megan's Mom

I waited public treasury my parents finally left the mansion. My mom was adjusting my dad's tie and applying mascara and searching her handbag. I pretended to focus on my preparation, I bent over my Word of God and say the assignment again while underlining some of the words in my notebook. They were finally ready to go. My mom was telling me to be careful 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 action that was a lie. The moment I heard the car start and ride away I jumped up from the board. I slammed my Good Book close and went snooping into my dads office. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical company. I had heard him talk about it with my mom, he was supposed to advance and sell this new drug, it was a regular sedative like Xanax or Prozac or something, but as a English effect the patient would go very malleable and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my beginner had said angrily, it's unethical, I don't want to sell that crap.

I didn't care about the ethic of it all. I was just blinded by the word ‘ Mind Control.'For month 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 bowknot back when they fell off. By accident I'd discovered she was into bdsm and kink, I saw it on her computer, and it got my psyche running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and kink so badly.

I opened the shorts of my father's desk and found an raiment of medication. I didn't know which one was which. There was a nebulizer, a powder, a drink, a bunch of contraceptive pill. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my air pocket.

I got in the car and went over to Megan's sign of the zodiac. Her mother opened the threshold, she was wearing a sorry pencil skirt with a silk blouse.

‘ Jenny ? What are you doing here ?'she asked in a warm up and give care vocalization. ‘ Megan isn't dwelling right now.'

I suppressed the pulse to say that I already knew that. ‘ Well maybe you can help me, miss Abberdeen,'I said innocently. ‘ I just call for someone to talk to.'

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

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

‘ I'll make it,'I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the piss I looked through the medication in my pocket. I skimmed over the info leaflets and face impression, until I found the one I was looking for, although the nebulizer could also be interesting to experiment with later this evening.

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

‘ Thanks, for talking to me.'I said.

She insisted that it wasn't a trouble at all, that she would gladly be there for me. She took a sip of tea. Watching her lips pouting around the rim of the cup, seeing the amber colored tea slipping into her rima oris, knowing that it would make her a calm malleable puppet, it made me horny. I felt my puss throbbing and crossed my branch.

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

I made up a taradiddle about son, an advise question. She listened carefully. I kept watching her booby behind the silk blouse, they were just so firm and rhythm, the teat prodding through the white fabric. As we talked I saw her eyelids drooping a little bit, her words got a little bit slurred and she couldn't seem to focalize.

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

‘ I'm sorry, honey.'Tricia's centre closed for a while and she grabbed her own head. ‘ I don't know what's wrong with me. I just finger so woozy all of a sudden. I can't seem to sharpen. 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 glass with water and a got another anovulatory drug out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the piddling pill. This'll help.'

She stared at me as if she didn't understand. A blank look on her font. ‘ Tricia.'I said to grab her attention. ‘ Here take this pill.'

Still with that same blank facial expression on her cheek she picked the niggling Stanford White lozenge from my handwriting and put it in her mouth. ‘ I'm sorry, jenny,'she said. ‘ I just feel so Weird 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 topic miss Abberdeen.'

‘ I just feel like … I don't know … I feel scattered 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 son, but actually I wanted to learn more about girls and women.'I let my helping hand wander over her cheek, tickling her neck then finally cupping one of her big knocker. It was slightly heavy, I squished my fingers in it, bumping it up and down.

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

‘ Yes I am,'I said confidently.

She nodded.

‘ As a matter of fact. It makes you very very horny, you want me to touch you more, you want to submit to my sense of touch, submit to my wishes.'My heart was pounding in my pharynx. I didn't know if it would work, but I certainly hoped so. My fingers were trembling, my pussy was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her typeface, but zippo happened.

Again I cupped her dumbbell, her optic closed in pleasure, her back talk parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her back, pushing her boob into my fingers. So apparently my suggestions had worked indeed.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my hired man under the silk, into her bra. Her peel was so diffused, it dented beneath my finger, I pushed my hired hand further until I found the tit. Carefully I massaged the little nodule. She was panting, her optic closed, a subdued moan every once in a while.

‘ O Jenny,'she muttered.

‘ Call me mistress,'I said, ‘ I'm your fancy woman and your my slave.'

‘ Yes schoolmarm,'she said willingly.

A flare-up of rousing flooded my physical structure. It would mold. It was working already. Her mind was indeed as malleable as a piece of clay. nervous shudder. I bent over and urge my lips against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my spit into her oral fissure. In between my legs my pussy was tingling uncontrollably. I rubbed myself against her.

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

‘ No, schoolma'am,'she said.

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

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ So narrate me, where do you continue your rope ?'

She said she would point it to me and I followed her to the bedroom. It was a squeamish big bed with red satin sheet, that were very delicate and slippery. She bent over and pulled out a box from under the bed it was filled with all sorts of toy. I picked up a long soft circle 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 wench and pushed it past her hips. She was beautiful, she had nice curvy hips and a delicate bay window. In her underpants she stood in front of me. I ordered her to come closer and I slid my mitt in between her legs. I felt a deaden muggy spot in her panty.

‘ You're such a corneous slight hard worker,'I said. I felt her thigh clenching my fingers, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, mistress,'she said.

I grabbed the rophy tighter. I had never done this for rattling. I had studied a million ‘ how to'video's on the net. I had practices on my own leg, but I've never actually tied someone else. Still I wrapped the forget me drug around her torso, I remembered every one step. I tied up her dummy, so they were courteous and cycle and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a knot over her clit that would push 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 lost and unable to go anywhere or do anything, she could only wriggle and squirm.

I looked down on her, her naked body, her flaccid skin. She was getting hornier and corneous, she seemed to rub her pussy over the R-2 on purpose. I caressed her and wondered if I could make 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 eyes were shut down, her breathing very shoal, she was all tensed up.

‘ Now cum for me slave,'I ordered.

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

I pushed my finger into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my mind. I had fingered myself a K fourth dimension, I didn't want to finger myself, I wanted her to please me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my pussy was mighty in her expression. I sat down and held myself at the psyche panel. Everytime she breathed out I felt a soft air whizzing past my pubis.

‘ Lick me,'I said. ‘ joystick 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 stimulation. My men squeezing into the head card. I could hardly see to it myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just quivering and spasming every sentence the tip of her tongue bumped into my trivial button. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing pleasure bursting through my consistency. I was in Eden, for a moment there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the rest of my sprightliness. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too overwhelmed with pleasure and arousal. I just retrieve laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. Breathing. Slowly breathing, while the net tail assembly of my orgasm subsided.

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

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

‘ You are hone'she said.

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

‘ Now slave,'I told her, ‘ you will block everything that has happened tonight, but in the future tense you'll inexplicably just want to obey me, want to serve 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 nebulizer nursing bottle as I studied the information leaflet. I followed the instructions. I stretched my arm out in front of me, and sprayed a little huff into her face. A sweet mist came out that landed over her nose and oral cavity.

Her eyes started rolling in her headland. Her pupils dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her dead body was going limp already. I gave her another just whiff. Now her eye 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 room access behind me and went abode. Tomorrow at cheer practice I would ask her to institute me some water, that would be a wide-eyed grant to get with, to see if it would make her horny, to see if she was indeed my slave. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the other things I could piddle 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 .