Mind-Control Panties

history fifteen : Becoming a Submissive instructor Pet

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta meter reading this !

The figure trembled as it stroked the cobbler's last pair of mind-controlled panties it had made. The fun of this game was exquisite. It savored shaping Cy Young lady friend'minds into its sluts. Turning good fille into whores, bad young lady into virgins, and a unhurt horde of other naughty designs. But too much of a good thing was bad.

It needed to move on to new amusements.

The physique slipped unnoticed through the department store. It had been in one of these places many fourth dimension. It knew through its falls 's magic that this was the perfect place to observe her. To find the girl who would wear thin the special panty. They were cherry-apple red, the cloth bright and brilliant and guiltless. On the rachis, in white alphabetic character, was written : Teacher 's Pet. A wonderful brace of panties for a untested girl to wear.

A young girl taught by a hunky professor.

The figure reached where the department store sold its intimate apparel. It passed through a display of cute, though not terribly risque, scanty designed to attract the attention of Loretta Young cleaning lady who were shopping with their mothers. One such girl was about to arrive. She was minutes away from finding these panties.

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

The figure slipped away, unnoticed by any of the humans. It was unremarkable. Just another being shopping there. The mortals'attention were on other things. On material consumerism. The supernatural was n't for them. The figure trembled in joy as its terminal mind-controlling panties'game began.

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

Courtney Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a brotherly twin, born instant behind her brother Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs. Brenda Taylor. Their kinship was obvious. Both had brown hair, the mother kept hers short while the girl 's fell in a long and lush wave down her rachis. They both had round faces and standardized cheekbones. Courtney had sorry eyes from her father, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

"I hear you 're becoming Mr. Rainier 's dearie,"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 pair. The words and Andrew Dickson White letters beckoned her.

instructor 's pet.

"I get having a calf love on an onetime man,"said Mrs. Deems Taylor."And Mr. Rainier is a handsome man, but you need to be careful. You 're only nineteen. You 'll get your sum broken."

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

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

"Yeah,"Courtney said as she picked up the scanty. The tingle rippled through her. Her nipples hardened while her idea thought process of Mr. Rainier. And collar. Kneeling. Worshiping.

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

Courtney did. They scared her. Her mother 's warning dueled with the sudden lustfulness to wear those panties and become her favourite teacher 's pet. Something in her origin recoiled from them.

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Dr. Brenda President Taylor

I hummed as I entered my daughter 's room, laundry basket under my arm. I know she was nineteen, but I had been doing her laundry for so long it was 2d nature to me. I set the basketful atop her dresser, careful not to disturb 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. Saami tincture as an Apple. I blinked, remembering a calendar month ago we were shopping and she 'd buy these. I picked them up, a unknown shiver rippling through me. I shuddered, my nipples hardening.

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

instructor 's Pet.

Those words echoed in my creative thinker. I did n't know why, but I found myself slipping the panties into my sweatpants'pocket. I shook my head, confused why I would steal my girl 's panties. I continued putting the balance of her clothes away. As far as I knew, she 'd never worn them. I know I 'd never lap them. A month was long enough if she was n't going to wear them, so it must be all right for me to consider them. I could wear them. It would be funny. A teacher wearing scanty intended for a teacher 's pet.

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

The idea set my mind alight with eager anticipation for the rest of the eventide. When I laid down beside my husband, I felt this horny itch inside of me, but I did n't let him live about my want. 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 scratch it.

I struggled to sleep, my intellect filled with unusual range. Collars. Students. It was all such a blur. A melange of sexual impulses that left me frustrated when I woke up the next morning.

The instant I was done with my shower, I was pulling on the panty I stole from my daughter 's drawer. They fit perfectly. We were the Lapplander size, after all. I might be xxii years older than her, but I still had a gravid image. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my fanny. They hugged my flesh. I felt so wicked. They were so different than my usual, oil production panties.

I trembled as I left the passkey bath, my husband stumbling in after me. He grunted, not even noticing what I was wearing.

I glanced at what I 'd lie out to tire out for the day. My blouse was just too buttoned-down. I wanted something more fun. Something a little get down cut. I wanted to really show off my large breasts. I picked up my top and darted to my press, the bra I was wearing constraining my sonorous cumulation.

I threw open my water closet and dug around until I found a blouse I had n't worn in year. It was dispirited and had such a plunging neckline. My hubby bought it for me as a birthday present, not realizing just how lots flesh it showed off.

It was far more than I usually revealed.

But it was cute. I took it off its hanger and slipped my arms into the arm. I loved the look of the silk against my soma. I worked the push button, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my breasts, just covering my bra while leaving the rest period of my large expanse of delicious segmentation exposed.

"I bet this will go along the boy focusing today,"I told myself while I stared at my refection in the mirror on the back of my bedroom door.

I slid my hands up the silk material of the blouse to cup my breasts. I squeezed them. The panty tingled around my twat. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfect. I ached to be such an inspiration for my son. I needed to help them pay care. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the nation, son were falling behind in college. It was up to professors like me to make it as engaging for them as possible.



My fingerbreadth dug into my tits, 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 leg. I wish I had something tighter. Shorter. But I did n't. There was n't much I could do, but I had cracking stage and a nice ass.

My curves would demonstrate through. I just knew it.

I dug out a couplet of five-inch dog, not my usual flats. I knew they would help oneself to give definition to my rump and physical body to my sura. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stairs, my big breasts bouncing and heaving. I could get word my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their break of day chore. As I reached the hindquarters of the stairs, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a bountiful, nineteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his twin Sister, his brown hair cut short. A big grin bed cover across his lips as his regard rippled up and down my body.

"fountainhead, mom, wow."

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

"holy place diddly-shit, mom !"gasped my girl, Courtney. She stared at me, her eyes wide-eyed as she held a large jug of milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her head."You 're wearing that to school today ?"

"What 's so wrong with this rig ?"I asked."Your pal ilk it."

Courtney glanced at him."Yeah, maybe too much."Her face tightened."Energy Department Dad recognize you 're wearing that ?"

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

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

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my tiddler while my married man was upstairs taking his long shower. He would just birth a cup of burnt umber before heading out to his office job. Kenneth had problem focusing on his food grain because he was staring at my breasts. I could n't help but tilt over and give him an inspiring display. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my son.

I had both my twins in my second class. I was teaching European history. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My digit itched to toy with the big button of my blouse and give my boys a treat. Courtney was in the category, but I hardly thought about her. She was a girl. She did fine in school day on her own.

I needed to focalise all my attention on my boys.

My husband stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two children. They rode with me since I was a prof at their college. On the paseo out of the house, Kenneth was right on my dog, such a estimable boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the front behind very much to Kenneth 's letdown.

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

I was certain another 10 they would be outdo friends. Again. They might technically adults, but they were till nineteen and immature. For now, they were still getting that matuirty.

I drove eagerly to the college, my panties tingling, making my twat itch. The wet excitement soaked between my thighs. Class today would be marvellous. I would be such an amazing prof. All my students would just bang me. I would educate them. I 'd fix my boy so bright and smart. I quivered, my thighs rubbing together as I drove, my tumid breast jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the full ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the son were staring at me. Even the ones I did n't teach. I loved it. I strolled along on my blackguard, my hip joint 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 boys watched me.

I wanted to cock. I felt like a prize show dog on show, a cunt in her prime proving just how bewilder she was. I smiled, dazzling each and every boy I passed. A chorus of"Good morning, Mrs Zachary Taylor,"echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their heart all flicked up and down my dead body, noticing me.

I perched on a stool in forepart of my low grade, legs crossed, all the male child crowding up the front rows. The girls all look disgusted. They were in the back, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something wrong. It was n't my fault that all the boys were more interested in learning instead of drooling over their adulteress'tight, new consistency. The male child were finally free of the distraction of all those scantily effectual lady of pleasure.



My boys'internal secretion were focused on education now.

It just felt so mighty. But, as I taught that starting time stratum, I felt like the boys just were n't quite getting the textile. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the pure idea while my first course filed out and I had to wait for the student of my second.

Kenneth was the 1st to make it. My son sat front and heart before me, a big grin on his face."Damn, mom, I am so quick to learn about history from you today."

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

Courtney, who was slinking into the backbone of the elbow room, gagged. I did not know what was up with that girl today.

The early boy all perked up when they walked in. Rich, a tall guy with blonde pilus and a big nose sat to the right field of my son while Lance, a lover and tall Shirley Temple Black guy took the stern to his left hand. For once, he looked aegir to get wind as he stared at me perched on the can, his white tooth flashing between his loggerheaded lips. Alice Paul came in future, a nerdy guy with red hair and freckle across his aspect. Today, he did n't look tire because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front row and with his dorsum heterosexual. I was inspiring them. Aston and James and Tommy all flooded into the front row, staring at me.

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

When the last student walked in, a missy named Nancy who just shook her head at the sight of me, I said,"commodity sunrise, male child. Are you all eager to get a line today ?"

The boys all nodded. Their heads went up and down with such eager hungriness. I would throw this moral 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 realize a biz of it today,"I said, staring out at them. I played with the top button of my blouse, a expectant square just begging to be popped through its loop."For every question someone gets right, a button will come undone on my blouse."

A low, thirsty groan came from the boys.

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

"Mom !"Courtney gasped and bounded to her feet. She smacked both her paw down onto her desk."What the hell ?"

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

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

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

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

"Mrs. Elizabeth Taylor, you 're such an amazing teacher,"groaned Lance. His eyes stared at me with such hunger.

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

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

"Yes !"Saul of Tarsus groaned. The nerdy guy was interested in learning from me for once. They all were. This was perfect.

"Okay, what was the escort that Napoleon Bonaparte was born ?"

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

I beamed at him. As I popped the low gear square clitoris through its cringle, I purred,"That 's correct, Kenneth. Such a smart boy."

James licked his rim as he stared at my blouse opening, my large breasts 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 human face."May 5th, 1820 !"

"Yes, that 's properly,"I moaned, my nipples pressing hard against my bra. I popped the second release through its eyelet. My blouse was halfway washed-up, my breasts pressing against the bra. They wanted to escape.

"Now, the well-fixed 1 are over, let 's dig into some existent story,"I purred."Which revolt did he conquer with the Army of Italian Republic ?"

There was silence for a moment, 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 thirdly button through its grummet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the smooth tegument of my stomach."That was wonderful, Rich. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his movement against Austria ?"

It was James 's tour to charge up his hand. As he waved it frantically above his read/write head, 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 final clitoris."He was twenty-six."

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

I popped the last clit through its eyehole. I shuddered as my blouse fell open. It exposed my fluent belly and my turgid boob constrained in my black bra. All the girls were shaking their mind in the back of the classroom. I did not care if they disapproved of my amazing way of inspiring my boys. The striptease was perfect. My male child were all so interested. They were all recalling things right that they normally would forget.

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

I loved these blue panties I wore. They were so inspiring. Tingles rippled around my pussy. The heat built and built in my twat as my manlike pupil salivated over me. Young men were such ruttish things. I was so glad I was channeling their luxuria in an reserve focussing. They would learn so practically as they stared at my copious flesh.

I could n't wait to jack off when I got home.

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

My son shot his hired hand up. I smiled, nodding to him."He, uh, wanted to draw out the Continental scheme that existed in France while simultaneously choking off the British trade wind route through the Mediterranean Sea 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, Cy Young man. I 'm so majestic of you, Kenneth."

"Thanks, Mom,"he said.

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

Courtney just glared at me.

"Now,"I said, reaching behind me and finding the grasp of my bra."Get this adjacent one rightfulness, and you 'll be almost there to seeing my big, lush tit. I know how you boys like them large and flabby and bountiful like mine."

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a pack of thirsty hound all wanting to climb up the Lapp bitch. I shuddered, my neck feeling so nude. There was something missing there. Something I could n't quite plaza. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the doubtfulness I needed to ask them. My pussy burned. I ached to touch myself so badly.

I had to concentrate. I was here to instruct my boys.

"Where did Napoleon I get the better of the Prussians ?"I asked, my spokesperson a sultry purred.

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

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

I brought my hands to the social movement, pressing the cups against my boobs. I wiggled to slip the straps off my articulatio humeri, showing the boys that zippo was holding my bra on my bosom except my paw. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

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

"piece of tail, yes, Mrs. Taylor !"Aston moaned.

"You 're the well screwing teacher ever,"Tommy groaned.

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

Courtney gagged. She was just jealous that her pal wanted to see my tit and not hers. She only had a duad of bout breasts. Smaller than mine. It was a wonder that Mr. Rainier paid any attention to her at all.

"Okay,"I purred, my pussy melt down heat."final exam interrogative. Where was Napoleon Bonaparte exiled ?"

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

"ideal Helena !"shouted Paul as rich people cried out,"The island of Saint Helena !"

"Saint Helena !"burst from Lance.

"He was exiled to nonsuch capital of Montana !"groaned my son, his oculus locked on me.

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

I exposed my chest to my eager boys. They all groaned. I could feel their eyes staring at my big, riotous mamilla. My dusky nipples were so hard. I arched my spine, thrusting my titmouse out before me. I wanted to construct sure they got a good look at them. They swayed with a heavy jiggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

"You boys all did such a skillful job,"I said, hopping off my stool. That really made my boobies bounce."For your reward, I 'll do my lecture topless. I 'm sure you 're all going to concentrate. You 've all learned so a good deal, but now we 'll get into more of the details of Napoleon Bonaparte 's life. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

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

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

God, my pussy was on fire.

I gave my lecture, striding back and Forth between my male child. Their optic followed my heaving titty. I shuddered, my naughty panties soaking up my succus. They were just flowing out of me. I 'd never been so wet in my life. I shuddered, loving it. My heels clicked with every step, giving a wanton sway to my hips.

That helped my breasts to wiggle.

I had this foreign itching around my neck. I kept my neck opening as I taught, struggling to understand what I was missing. But I maintained my focus. I taught my boy right up until the end of the hour. Then I slipped on my bra, buttoned up my blouse, and gave them all a candy kiss on the forehead. They were all grinning as they left my social class, all talking about how they were so aegir for tomorrow 's lesson.

My male scholar were eager to learn. This was wondrous. This was what it meant to be a teacher-pet.

right then it clicked in my head what I needed.

Of line, I could n't do anything about it. I had classes to teach. I kept up my striptease moral, the girlfriend all glaring at me in the back. They were just envious because I had bighearted boobs than all of them, and that all the boys wanted to dribble over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

Never once did a unity guy get a question wrongfulness. They got them all correct, letting me despoil off my blouse and bra and then lecture topless for the residue of the hr. It was such a rush. Every female person instructor needed to do this.

I had no idea what the Male professor could do to revolutionise the boys.

The moment college was done, I headed to the store. Of trend, in my zeal, I forgot to remove my children dwelling, but they were nineteen. They could find their own way. I bought my provision. My new turnout. I needed a shorter skirt, and I could n't tire the same blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so aegir 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 verbalize to her father, but he was busy watching the secret plan. I made sure he had plenty of beers to drink. I wanted him out of my hair. Kenneth followed me around, clearly eager to see what I had bought today.

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

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

I ruffled his hair and kissed him on the os frontale."We 'll see. Right now, I 'm sure you have homework to do. It 's not just my year that you need to excel at. You have to be good 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 defecate her stoppage home from grade. I did n't need her negativeness in my stratum tomorrow. I was all about the irrefutable. Helping my boys to eclipse their lessons. They had to master their noesis. I could n't waitress to facilitate 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 students. I picture them one by one fondling my bosom and sucking on my nipples and eating out my pussycat. I imagine their young cock sliding into me. They fucked me hard in my imaginativeness. They pounded me. shaft and his big, black dick. Paul with his passionate thrusts. Even my own son.

He was still one of my bookman. It did n't matter if it was incest. I had to make sure as shooting that he dominated his lessons and took heraldic bearing of his education. I came so punishing thinking about Kenneth being in me. My puss rippled and spasmed around my fingers.

It was incredible.

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

I felt amazing.

I took my shower and got gear up. I made sure my stage were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my bush, making for certain my pubic hairs were n't too long. I thought about shaving it, but I was n't a schoolgirl trollop. I was a senesce womanhood. A sexy teacher.

I was just so charge up as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an wind up maroon. It, too, had four release. It was barely held shut, my large breasts struggling to elude. I wore a bra, but only for that first course of study. They missed out on my stripper the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one in conclusion time before I implemented my new programme during my bit class.

After all, my son deserved to see it first. He was such a brightly student.

When we left for college, my girl defiantly sat in the look seat. She glared at me and complained about how short my annulus was. It was short. If I was n't deliberate, I would be flashing my cunt.

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

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

"I 'm being an inspiring teacher. Did you not take heed your blood brother working on his homework all night ? He was feverish. I know that you just spend all your sentence bothering your father instead of getting your schoolwork done."

My daughter glared at me. Like she resented me for some intellect. Well, 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 instructor. Maybe she would have become Mr. Rainier 's pet.

Well, they were my step-in now.

God, all the male child would have intercourse me. They were all waiting out in straw man of the college. They wolf-whistled when they saw me strutting on my five-inch hound. My bird barely covered my ass. If any coed wore a skirt that poor, she 'd be politely asked to go home. Not me, I was a teacher.

I strolled through the building and marched past my boys. They were all so athirst. All make to command their lesson. I could n't wait.

I entered my classroom. I taught my first class. It was n't the true upsurge I craved, but still fun. My pussy was so wet as I did the striptease. I showed off my breasts to the shake up boys. I lectured to them topless, but all I could cerebrate about was the special item in my purse. The affair that I needed. The thing that would complete me.

The special delight that would give a lesson to my boy they would never forget.

Finally, my instant division had arrived. I was ready to follow up my new learning strategy. The boys were already flooding in. Today, fizgig was the first to show up. The buff and grandiloquent African-American sat down at his desk, hands folded before him. I shuddered, wondering if he had a big cock.

I hoped he did.

And then my son Kenneth appeared. A strapping, Danton True Young man. God, he was so handsome. He had a big grin as he took his seat. fat followed, his big nose leading the way. Aston and James and Tommy and Alice Paul all took their place. They were all ready to learn. All staring at me with such cacoethes on their faces. I could see they were cook to answer questions.

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

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

"You punter believe I did, Mrs Taylor,"Lance groaned."initiatory time I 've ever done that."

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

I would n't involve it.

"You 're not even pretending to work them ask doubt now,"my girl asked from the back.

"Courtney, honey, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the reading assigning that 's on the control board. That 's for all you girls. Just stick out of the boy'haircloth. I need to prepare them. I need to teach them to be dominating, strong young 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 crucial thing in the world a woman could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my pupil. I stripped naked with pride, letting my son see my turgid, lush titty and the trimmed, brown shrub adorning my pussy, I knew the truth. Why I was here. This was the only way that a female teacher could truly educate her boys.

She had to become their pet.

Their teacher-pet.

I pulled the tercet and collar out of my purse. All the boys were staring at my naked body, drinking in the sight of my flesh. The scent of my tangy pussy reached my horn in, filling my every inhalation with delight. My daughter stared at me in stupor as I placed a thick, black collar around my neck opening. I cinched it tight, loving the feeling of the leather around my throat.

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

My boys needed to usurp their academic futures with both work force and show their instructor who was the master here.

I clipped the ternion 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 Joseph Black, leather tether, wagging it back and Forth River."If you get the question right, you get to take the leash. Then you can do whatever you like to me."

"Holy fucking bullshit,"groaned rich people, his big intrude quivering.

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

"It 's Mrs Joseph Deems Taylor,"I said."Now, what year did Napoleon Bonaparte invade Russian Soviet Federated Socialist Republic. ?"

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

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

"Holy bastard,"he said, grabbing my triplet in a shakiness bridge player. He stood up, his cock tenting the front of his blue jean."Until I cum ?"

"Yeah,"I purred."You can use my mouth or my pussy or my asshole."

"Kenneth !"my daughter shouted. My son 's twinned baby bolted to her foundation."You ca n't love our mom."

"She 's Mrs. Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his jeans, keeping my leash gripped in his good helping hand as he worked his fly unfastened. His zip rasped."I 'm just taking my reinforcement for getting the question right. That 's all. count 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 preferent teacher, but she did n't fag out the panties in sentence. I found them. I got to enjoy them. I got to experience the joy of being dominated. Only I would n't service one man.

I would serve all my boys.

I groaned as my son shoved his blue jean down. Then his boxers. His pecker popped out. He was bigger than his papa. My pussy clenched as I stared at that cock. That peter came from my body, and now it was about to rejoin to my flesh.

An incestuous spate shooting through me as he gripped my III and moved behind me. He was going for my snatch. He would ram his dick into the hole that birthed him. I shuddered, my succus spilling out of my cunt. They soaked through my Dubyuh and dribbled down my thighs. That tangy aroma swelled in strong point. It filled my nose.

My breasts swayed as I trembled. This was staring. This was what I needed. I had to be fucked. I was gladiolus that my son would ram that big dick into me and draw me shout my head off in delight.

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

Slowly.

My son took his time enjoying his academician reward. He pulled tight on the triplet, the collar gripping my neck. I groaned as his prick sink deeper and deeper into my cunt. He reached towards my uterus. The catch 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 pecker. It was grand. I was gladiola I was both his teacher and his mother. That I could be his pet and stroke his dick with my bitch. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, satiny grip of my snatch. He moaned and thrust back into me with power.

Not a wearisome glide now, but a man taking his Education Department in hand.

His lump smacked into my clit. joy sparked through me. I moaned. The boys all groaned in invidia. They were all observance, eager for their crook to fuck me. It was incredible. This was an perplex treat. I was so glad he was thrusting his cock into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my pussy around his hawkshaw. I clutched hard, the delight building and building with every thrust.

"Holy diddly-squat, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs Elizabeth Taylor ! Oh, yes, your pussy tactile property amazing ! Your bitch is gripping me ! Yes !"

I loved it. My son filled me again and again."That 's it, Kenneth ! This is how you treat your teacher. This is how you get educated ! You fuck her firmly. Your instructor is a slut. She 's a dirty fancy woman that needs your putz fucking her. Ooh, ram that big dick into me. I love it. Your instructor, your mamma, is so thrilled you 're pounding me !"

He groaned, thrusting hard into me. He kept a firm grip of the leash, tugging on my catch. That kept my headland up, my eyes staring at the other students watching. The son were pulling out their putz, stroking themselves.

fizgig did have a big turncock, ebony and long. So did Rich. Saul of Tarsus 's was dainty and James IV had a decent one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was nice and fat. My pussy melted. I could n't wait to teach them all. To sacrifice them an education they would never forget.

It was my responsibility as a teacher-pet !

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

"Kenneth !"his Twin baby exclaimed.

"Either sit down and shut out up, or get raw and help oneself educate these cock !"I moaned.

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

His stopcock slammed so deep and hard in me. He churned me up. His formal smacked over and over against my clit. Muriel Sarah Spark burst. The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my twat around him. I loved every hot plunge of his dick penetrating my slit. He buried his cock in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

It was wonderful. incredible. I groaned, my hip joint wiggling from side to side. The incestuous pleasure built and built inside my pussy with every thrust of my son 's putz. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My goofball grew so hot. So juicy. trickle of pick dribbled through my bush and ran down my second joint. My grueling titty swayed.

His exploring left manus found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his fingerbreadth into my pillowy flesh. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His Ball smacked into my clit. Little bursts of pleasure showered through my cunt. I was about to explode.

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

"Kenneth !"I gasped."You 're such a good student ! You 're mastering your luxuria ! Oh, God, I 'm going to cum so gruelling !"

His hand squeezed my left breast. He jerked on the leash. For a moment, my air lane collapsed. I could n't breathe, and it was wonderful. He was showing his mastery of me.

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

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My pussy writhed and spasmed around his ray of light. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing bit. Incestuous waves of bliss washed out of me. They spilled over my mind, giving me the satisfaction I craved. I groaned, loving it. The other boys around me all stroked their dicks. fishgig bickering on his helping hand and rubbed it up and down his ebony hammer. It gleamed.

I whimpered. My right boob swung free, trembling with my body. My son gripped my give tit, squeezing hard as he pounded my orgasming slit. He growled out his boyish agitation. He slammed his dick so deep into my climaxing twat. He filled me to the hilt.

Erupted.

"Fuck, Mom !"Kenneth groaned."Mrs. Deems Taylor ! Yes !"

Waves of rapture washed out of me with every hot fire of his jizz spilling into my pussy. I groaned as my puss milked him. I worked him dry. I nursed every drop of incestuous seed out of my son 's cock. He filled me up. He was inside of me, brimming in me. It was unbelievable to teach him. To show him how a subservient teacher-pet should act.

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

"piece of tail, Mom,"he groaned."red cent !"

He spurted the lowest 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 grant them another question. It was so hard to think.



Something bubbled through my Einstein.

"How long did the Peninsular War lastly ?"I managed to spit out.

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

"I 'm yours, Lance !"I moaned, my son 's jizz bubbling out of my pussy. The pick soaked my bush.

The potent, unseasoned blackness guy grabbed my leash. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so eager to feel his cock in me. I quivered there, both my sullen breasts swaying. My pinch jangled. I heard him groan. The boys watched with envy while they stripped naked and stroked their dicks.

I was sure enough they would all get a question correctly before the 60 minutes was over.

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

"Yes !"I moaned."Use your teacher-pet however you want. professional your breeding. You 're seizing what you want to ascertain ! Experience !"

"roll in the hay yes I am, Mrs. Taylor,"he growled.

I shuddered as the wet tip of his dick pressed against my asshole. I groaned, bore to take his vast, Negroid putz in my intestine. My entire torso quivered. I stared down at my left wing helping hand. At the wedding ring I wore. I did n't need that any longer. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to delight my male child. My husband already had his instruction.

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

The tinkling of my ring bouncing across the classroom level was drowned out by the shouting boys.

lancet thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his cock stretched and stretched my anal retentive ring. My sphincter did n't reject. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my first metre doing anal, but I knew my physical structure could cover it. I would love it. But all my holes were available for my aphrodisiacal son to use. lance wanted my ass, so he got it.

"holy place fucking diddlysquat !"I howled as his thick shaft speared cryptic and inscrutable into my bowel. He stretched my poor asshole to its limits. My anal sheath clenched around his soot black shaft. He growled as he sank farther into me."That 's it, gig ! That 's how you fuck your teacher-pet. Ooh, you 're going to pound sterling my bang asshole until I explode !"

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

I squeezed my bowels around his dick as he drew back. I heard him spit again and felt it dab against my stretched-wide asshole gripping his big dick. He thrust in again. He slammed that big dick into my bowels. My breasts swayed from the shock. My entire soundbox rock. I gripped his cock with my prick, savoring the velvety friction.

pleasure melted down to my cum-filled pussy. Sir Thomas More of my son 's jizz leaked out of my zany as I quivered. My impending climax drank in every plunge of his cock into my bowels. I loved that my hung student was fucking my asshole.

Lance ptyalise each time his tool emerge. Seven times. 8 times. Until finally, he was pumping with informality. He was working that dick in and out of my asshole. He was fucking me like the strumpet 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 terzetto as he fucked me. The early boy cheered him on.

"Sodomize the trollop 's asshole !"Henry James shouted.

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

"I ca n't wait to fuck her,"groaned Rich as he stroked his big tool."darn, Mrs. Taylor, you are fucking fine !"

I loved the attention.

My orgasm built faster and faster. Lance fucked his cock in and out of me. He slammed into my depths and then pulled back. Over and over, his hawkshaw stimulated me. His Ball smacked into my taint. They were weighty with his cum. I could n't hold off 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 hawkshaw drove me wild. I was going to cum so hard. My pussy clenched, forcing out Thomas More and more of my son 's jizz. Hot rivulet of his spunk ran down my second joint. I lowered my head, staring down at my swaying breasts. I grunted and groaned, my men balled into fists. I was so closely. Just a few more slash, and I would explode.

"Yes, yes, you 're doing it !"I moaned, squeezing my intestine tight around fizgig 's big dick. I wanted to cum on his jet black lance."dungeon fucking your teacher ! Keep showing your teacher-pet that she 's your slut !"

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

His cock oil production into my asshole combined with those watchword to make me feel so wicked. I came.

His orchis smacked into my contamination as I exploded in bliss. The pleasure erupted in the depths of my cunt. The thaw outpouring of passion surged through my eubstance. My big bosom heaved as I threw back my head and stared out at my boys.

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

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

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

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His cock buried to the hilt in my convulsing bowels. I reveled in his large pecker filling me to the hilt. I thought he was about to explode in me. I felt that he was on the verge of it. But he did n't come out. My bastard rippled around him, my coming burning through me, but no spurt of his jizz came. Then with a gaudy grunt, he ripped his cock entirely out of my asshole. I felt empty.

Then the strong, blackamoor student yanked hard on my ternary. I gasped as he spun me around, my large teat swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his soot black monster. I could smack the morose musk of my asshole upon him.

I understood. I opened my mouth and swallowed his dirty cock. I sucked hard on him, cleaning my ass off his tool. The sullen flavor made me feel so naughty. Another orgasm rippled through me. A small one. But it was baseless and delicious as I showed my male child I was such a good teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

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

I swallowed all his wonderful cum. He blasted his jizz hard into my mouth. He splashed the spunk into the back of my throat and then it flowed down my gullet to my tummy. I loved it. I whimpered, my body trembling. My collar jangled around my neck. Lance grunted and groaned with every blast.

His jizz was flavored with my saturnine asshole. I reveled in the dirty flavor mixing with his salty passion. I squeezed my eye shut, reveling in this moment. I drank down every pearl of my Negro student 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a right teacher-pet.

I hoped the little girl were watching and witnessing how they needed to prepare their male child. I hoped my daughter would read. 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.

Lance dropped my leash as he ripped his cock out of my oral cavity."Better ask your following inquiry, Mrs. Taylor."

interrogation ?

right wing. I needed to ask my boys something. I groaned, struggling to recall. I needed my scholar to know me. All my knowledge of Napoleon I era seemed to induce evaporated beneath the molten pleasure still simmering over my mind. I groaned, feeling my boys staring at me with great hungered.

They needed me to ask something. Anything.

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

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

"What the fuck !"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 said and snagged up my rope first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your face so hard, Mrs. Taylor,"the nerdy ginger said. He ran his hand through his red hairsbreadth. His pecker stab out before him.

I licked my lips and purred,"Yum !"

Rich stretched out on the level. He held his putz upright with his left hand while his right jerked on the leash. He dragged me over his body. My great knocker swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my cunt, dripping with my son 's incestuous cum, to Rich 's hard cock. I impaled myself down his tool. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My kitty-cat loved it.

I groaned, my motherfucker ache. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his cock deep and hard in my bowels. I whimpered in delectation, squeezing down around him. Then Paul the Apostle was grabbing a fistful of my brown hair. He jerked my question to the right hand and rammed his cock into my hungry mouth.

I was pleasing three of my boys at once. It was incredible. I sucked hard on Paul 's hammer. My pussy gripped rich people 's heavyset dick as I worked my hip, sliding up and down his cinch. My prick welcomed Tommy 's hard turncock as he pumped away at my bowels over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my boy grunted and groaned. The other ones were watching, waiting for their turn. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on Paul 's stopcock. I nursed with hunger. His precum coated my tongue, giving me a preview of the joy to come. My hands pressed on rich people 's berm. I gripped him as I squeezed my pussy around his tool. I pumped up and down his shaft, matching Tommy 's hard rhythm as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety friction in my bowels mixed with the silken joy of my cunt. I loved it. I clutched both my holes around my big, strong son. I whimpered around Paul 's prick as I pleased my other two students. My slit and bowels drank in the wonderful friction. Over and over, I was filled with arduous cocks.

"piece of tail, you 're so smashed,"grunted Tommy. His hand slid around and grabbed my hard tits. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the piece of tail best teacher ever, Mrs. Taylor !"

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

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

It was another affair I 'd never done. I knew I could handle it. I was a teacher-pet. I moaned, sucking hard on his tool. He slammed his cock all the way into the profundity of my lip as my other two holes were filled with nineteen-year-old dicks. When Paul brush the binding of my pharynx this clock time, he kept going. I relaxed my gullet and surrendered to his girth. His dick slid down my esophagus. 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 peter. Tommy pounded my asshole with his powerful strokes, his fingerbreadth kneading my heavy breasts. Paul grunted as he slammed his cock down my throat over and over. I loved the smacking of his heavy balls on my Kuki. The impact of his nuts, brimming with his cum, against me had my lusts surging hot through me. I wanted him to flood my mouth.

I wanted them all to flood my holes.

I squeezed tight around Rich 's cock and Tommy 's dick. I swiveled my pelvis, stirring my twat and asshole around their shafts. My orgasm swelled so fast. I whimpered and groaned around Paul 's cock driving down my throat again and again.

They used me.

It was pure. Just the way a teacher-pet should be used. I squealed when Tommy found my nipples. He pinched and twisted them. The pleasure slammed down to my slit. I was on the verge of exploding again. Another orgasm that would ripple through my body. My three boys were given me such bliss. They were mastering their education.

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

I moaned and squealed around Alice Paul 's hawkshaw while my slit convulsed around rich people 's hammer. Tommy drove his grueling cock into my writhing bowels. All three boys groaned. They knew I had reached the pinnacle of exaltation. That I had achieved the end of every teacher-pet : cumming on my male child'dicks.

"Mrs. Zachary Taylor !"gasped Tommy as he rammed into my dickhead."You feel so secure ! Fuck !"

His cum pumped into my bowels. I loved that grand jet of his hot jizz flooding my son of a bitch. It was so different from in my pussy. I got to experience that delight a mo later as rich people groaned. His cock flooded my bitch with his spunk. Both my maw writhed about their erupting dicks.

"Mrs. Zachary Taylor ! You 're the in force !"moaned rich people as he spilled his seminal fluid in me.

"fucking,"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 ecstasy were flooding through me."Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor !"

Paul pumped his cum straight into my belly. I groaned as it flooded down my esophagus. I shuddered, savoring every hold out moment of having his jizz pumping again and again into my eubstance. I quivered. It was such a pleasure. I squirmed and moaned, all three of my gob being flooded with my boy'cum.

My pussy and asshole drained Rich and Tommy dry. Saint Paul unloaded every last dip of his cum in my sass. Then I had other boy who needed to answer questions. Aston and James and Henry and to a greater extent. All my son needed to eff me. I shouted out query. round-eyed ones.

"What color is the sky !"

"What is 1 meter 1 !"

"How many face does a trilateral have got ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my trey back and Forth River. I never wanted this object lesson to end, but when it did, I had a whole new category of boys to fuck me. They would all continue their education and ream my blue holes.

I love being a teacher-pet. As long as I had one of my son'putz buried in my cunt or arsehole or mouth, I was happy. I was so glad I stole those panties from my daughter 's dressing table drawer. 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 scanty game.

It would see new joy, new ways to disport itself. This last secret plan had taken so long. It had grown frustrated with Courtney. It had wondered if it had messed up the trick. Maybe it had because the mother had claimed the pantie.

The error had created something tempestuous. 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 obstinate Courtney would believe anything was wrong. They would all accept the new Mrs. Taylor. The former professors, the administrators of her college, and her scholarly person would all call up what she was doing was big. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae blood in her. A piddling drop curtain the had immunized her from its magic.

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

The figure turned to his bench, contemplating what its next game should be. There were so many ways for a pouf to amuse itself. The figure would find something new. Something wild. The sound of its waterfall echoed through its cave, the audio stirring its imagination.

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

The End of the Mind-Controlling Panties tale