Megan's Mom

I waited cashbox my parents finally left the family. My mom was adjusting my dad's tie and applying mascara and searching her bag. I pretended to focus on my homework, I bent over my books and read 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 preparation. Of class that was a lie. The here and now I heard the car starting signal and ram away I jumped up from the table. I slammed my books close and went snooping into my dads place. He was a rep for a pharmaceutic company. I had heard him tattle about it with my mom, he was supposed to promote and deal this new drug, it was a regular depressant like alprazolam or Prozac or something, but as a English outcome the patient would suit very malleable and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my father had said angrily, it's unethical, I don't want to deal that dirt.

I didn't attention about the morals of it all. I was just blinded by the Son ‘ 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 bows back when they fell off. By chance event I'd discovered she was into bdsm and wrick, I saw it on her computing machine, and it got my mind running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and kink so badly.

I opened the drawers of my founding father's desk and found an array of medicine. I didn't know which one was which. There was a atomiser, a gunpowder, a crapulence, a caboodle of pills. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my pockets.

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

‘ Jenny ? What are you doing here ?'she asked in a tender and caring voice. ‘ Megan isn't place rightfulness now.'

I suppressed the nervous impulse to say that I already knew that. ‘ well maybe you can help me, miss Abberdeen,'I said innocently. ‘ I just need someone to tattle to.'

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

We went inside the business firm. She invited me to sit on the lounge and offered to make me some tea.

‘ I'll take in it,'I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the water I looked through the medicament in my air hole. I skimmed over the data leaflets and side effects, until I found the one I was looking for, although the atomizer could also be interesting to experiment with later this eve.

I crushed the short pill under a spoon and commingle it in with her tea, then I put the cup in front end 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 mouth pouting around the rim of the cup, seeing the amber colored tea slipping into her oral fissure, knowing that it would make her a tranquilize ductile puppet, it made me horny. I felt my pussy pounding and crossed my legs.

‘ Spill the dome,'she said. ‘ Tell me what's wrong, sweety.'

I made up a story about boys, an rede enquiry. She listened carefully. I kept watching her boobs behind the silk blouse, they were just so steadfast and round, the nipples prodding through the white fabric. As we talked I saw her eyelids drooping a short bit, her address got a trivial bit slurred and she couldn't seem to focus.

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 centre closed for a while and she grabbed her own drumhead. ‘ I don't know what's haywire 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 glass with water and a got another tablet out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the little anovulatory drug. This'll help.'

She stared at me as if she didn't understand. A blank spirit on her grimace. ‘ Tricia.'I said to grab her aid. ‘ Here get this pill.'

Still with that same blank look on her face she picked the little white pill from my script and put it in her mouth. ‘ I'm sorry, Jenny,'she said. ‘ I just sense so weird all of a sudden. I just don't know ... I don't ... I ...'She sank back into the couch.

I snuggled up following to her and stroke her haircloth. ‘ That doesn't thing miss Abberdeen.'

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

‘ wellspring you gave me a lot of advise on boy, but actually I wanted to see more about lady friend and women.'I let my hand wander over her face, tickling her neck then finally cupping one of her big titty. It was slightly heavy, I squished my fingers in it, bumping it up and down.

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

‘ Yes I am,'I said confidently.

She nodded.

‘ As a matter of fact. It makes you very very ruttish, you want me to touch you more than, you want to submit to my touch, submit to my wishes.'My pump was pounding in my throat. I didn't know if it would run, but I certainly hoped so. My fingers were trembling, my twat was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her face, but nothing happened.

Again I cupped her pinhead, her eyes closed in pleasance, her sass parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her back, pushing her pinhead into my fingerbreadth. So apparently my proposition had worked indeed.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my paw under the silk, into her bra. Her skin was so cushy, it dented beneath my digit, I pushed my manus further until I found the tit. Carefully I massaged the little nodule. She was panting, her eyes closed, a soft groan every once in a while.

‘ O jenny,'she muttered.

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

‘ Yes mistress,'she said willingly.

A burst of foreplay flooded my body. It would ferment. It was working already. Her mind was indeed as ductile as a piece of clay. skittish thrill. I bent over and press my sassing against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my tongue into her mouth. In between my ramification my kitty-cat was tingling uncontrollably. I rubbed myself against her.

‘ Now listen hard worker,'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 little slave.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

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

She said she would point it to me and I followed her to the sleeping accommodation. It was a nice big bed with red satin canvas, that were very diffuse and slippery. She bent over and pulled out a box from under the bed it was filled with all sorting of toy dog. 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 doll and pushed it past her hips. She was beautiful, she had nice curvy articulatio coxae and a lenient pot. In her underpants she stood in front of me. I ordered her to come penny-pinching and I slid my handwriting in between her legs. I felt a dull muggy spot in her panties.

‘ You're such a aroused little hard worker,'I said. I felt her thighs clenching my digit, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, mistress,'she said.

I grabbed the roach tighter. I had never done this for substantial. I had studied a million ‘ how to'video's on the internet. I had practice on my own leg, but I've never actually tied someone else. Still I wrapped the rope around her torso, I remembered every single step. I tied up her tit, so they were nice and round and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a knot over her clitoris that would advertize 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 twist and squirm.

I looked down on her, her naked body, her mild skin. She was getting steamy and hornier, she seemed to rub her pussy over the rope on function. I caressed her and wondered if I could make her cum.

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

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

‘ Now cum for me slave,'I ordered.

Her dead body started rocking. She was moaning loudly, her back arching. I just looked at her eubstance in awe. I rubbed my finger over my pussycat. I just couldn't ascendence 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 fingerbreadth into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my mind. I had fingered myself a thousand times, I didn't want to finger myself, I wanted her to delight me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my snatch was rectify in her face. I sat down and held myself at the head board. Everytime she breathed out I felt a balmy breeze whizzing past my pubis.

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

She obeyed and a warm up wet agile tongue skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner second joint, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my clitoris. I was trembling with arousal. My hand squeezing into the caput board. I could hardly control myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just shakiness and spasming every metre the tip of her knife bumped into my little clit. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing pleasure bursting through my body. I was in promised land, for a moment there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too overwhelmed with pleasure and stimulation. I just recollect laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. external respiration. Slowly breathing, while the in conclusion fundament of my orgasm 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 fount. Was she still drugged or had the drugs flushed through her system already ? I didn't know. It was making me fright. I contemplated giving her something more, maybe I could try out that spray that had also intrigued me. I searched for the short spray can.

‘ Now slave,'I told her, ‘ you will forget everything that has happened tonight, but in the time to come you'll inexplicably just desire to obey me, want to suffice 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 line up out about it, so maybe it should be our minuscule secret.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the little spray bottle as I studied the information cusp. I followed the educational activity. 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 nuzzle and lip.

Her eyes started rolling in her school principal. Her pupils dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her physical structure was going gimp already. I gave her another good whiff. Now her center closed completely and her principal 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. Tomorrow at cheer practice I would ask her to bring me some water system, that would be a simple assignment to start 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 take a shit her do in the time to come, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just slip her more of those anovulant until she was addicted to me .