Megan's Mom

I waited till my parents finally left the theatre. My mom was adjusting my dad's tie and applying mascara and searching her handbag. I pretended to pore on my homework, I bent over my book and read the assignment again while underlining some of the discussion in my notebook. They were finally fix 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 that was a lie. The instant I heard the car beginning and drive away I jumped up from the table. I slammed my volume close and went snooping into my dads office. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical company. I had heard him lecture about it with my mom, he was supposed to upgrade and sell this new drug, it was a steady sedative like alprazolam or Prozac or something, but as a side effect the patient would become very tractile and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my father had said angrily, it's unethical, I don't want to sell that dogshit.

I didn't maintenance about the ethics of it all. I was just blinded by the word ‘ Mind Control.'For calendar 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 bows back when they fell off. By accident I'd discovered she was into bdsm and crick, I saw it on her electronic computer, and it got my mind running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and frizz so badly.

I opened the drawers of my father's desk and found an array of medicament. I didn't know which one was which. There was a spraying, a powder, a drinking, a bunch 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 female parent opened the room access, she was wearing a blue pencil annulus with a silk blouse.

‘ jennet ? What are you doing here ?'she asked in a ardent and caring voice. ‘ Megan isn't rest home right hand now.'

I suppressed the caprice to say that I already knew that. ‘ Well maybe you can avail me, miss Abberdeen,'I said innocently. ‘ I just need someone to sing to.'

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

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

‘ I'll micturate it,'I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the weewee I looked through the medicinal drug in my pocket. I skimmed over the information leaflet and English upshot, until I found the one I was looking for, although the spray could also be interesting to experiment with later this evening.

I crushed the lilliputian pill under a spoon and blend 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 job at all, that she would gladly be there for me. She took a sip of tea. Watching her sass pouting around the rim of the cup, seeing the gold colored tea slipping into her mouth, knowing that it would make believe her a sedated malleable marionette, it made me horny. I felt my pussy throb and crossed my wooden leg.

‘ spillway the bean,'she said. ‘ Tell me what's haywire, sweety.'

I made up a level about boys, an advise dubiousness. She listened carefully. I kept watching her titty behind the silk blouse, they were just so firm and stave, the tit prodding through the livid fabric. As we talked I saw her eyelid drooping a fiddling bit, her spoken language got a little 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 skittish, too shy to actually do something.

‘ I'm sorry, honey.'Tricia's eyes closed for a spell and she grabbed her own head. ‘ I don't know what's wrong with me. I just feel so woozy 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 chalk with H2O and a got another pill out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the piddling oral contraceptive. This'll help.'

She stared at me as if she didn't understand. A white expression on her human face. ‘ Tricia.'I said to grab her attention. ‘ Here consider this pill.'

Still with that same white feeling on her cheek she picked the lilliputian white pill from my hand and put it in her rima oris. ‘ I'm sorry, jennet,'she said. ‘ I just palpate so weird all of a sudden. I just don't know ... I don't ... I ...'She sank back into the couch.

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

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

‘ Well you gave me a lot of advise on boy, but actually I wanted to get wind Sir Thomas More about lady friend and women.'I let my mitt wander over her cheek, tickling her neck then finally cupping one of her big knocker. It was slightly weighed down, I squished my fingers in it, bumping it up and down.

She watched. Confused. ‘ look 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 hornlike, you want me to tinge you more, you want to give in to my touch, submit to my wishes.'My heart was pounding in my throat. I didn't know if it would work, but I certainly hoped so. My fingerbreadth were trembling, my slit was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her face, but nada happened.

Again I cupped her knocker, her centre closed in pleasure, her backtalk parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her rear, pushing her boob into my fingers. So apparently my prompting had worked indeed.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my handwriting under the silk, into her bra. Her skin was so cushy, it dented beneath my finger's breadth, I pushed my hand further until I found the mamilla. Carefully I massaged the piffling nodule. She was panting, her eyes closed, a soft groan every once in a while.

‘ O Jenny,'she muttered.

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

‘ Yes mistress,'she said willingly.

A burst of rousing flooded my organic structure. It would knead. It was working already. Her head was indeed as malleable as a objet d'art of clay. Nervous shudder. I bent over and pressed my back talk against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my clapper into her mouth. In between my branch my pussy was tingling uncontrollably. I rubbed myself against her.

‘ Now listen slave,'I said to her. ‘ I know about your private, 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 small 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 bedchamber. It was a nice big bed with red satin canvas, that were very voiced and slippery. She bent over and pulled out a box from under the bed it was filled with all variety of toys. I picked up a recollective soft rope and twisted it around my own arm.

‘ This'll do,'I said nodding. ‘ Undress yourself.'I climbed onto the bed and watched as she slipped her silk blouse off her shoulders, she unzipped the pencil skirt and pushed it past her pelvic arch. She was beautiful, she had nice curvy hip and a piano tummy. In her underpants she stood in front end of me. I ordered her to come closelipped and I slid my hand in between her branch. I felt a damp muggy spot in her panties.

‘ You're such a horny lilliputian slave,'I said. I felt her second joint clenching my digit, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, mistress,'she said.

I grabbed the forget me drug tighter. I had never done this for veridical. I had studied a million ‘ how to'TV's on the internet. I had practices on my own leg, but I've never actually tied individual else. Still I wrapped the Mexican valium around her trunk, I remembered every unity step. I tied up her boobs, so they were nice and circle and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a mi over her clitoris that would fight 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 incapacitated and unable to go anywhere or do anything, she could only twist and twist.

I looked down on her, her naked body, her soft tegument. She was getting hornier and hornier, she seemed to rub her twat over the roach on intent. I caressed her and wondered if I could get to 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 closed, her breathing very shallow, she was all tensed up.

‘ Now cum for me slave,'I ordered.

Her body started rocking. She was moaning loudly, her back arching. I just looked at her dead body in awe. I rubbed my fingers over my pussycat. I just couldn't controller myself any more. I undressed myself and laid down on top of her. My pussy rubbing against hers, against the mi that was there. I was rocking back and forth getting steamy and corneous.

I pushed my digit into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my mind. I had fingered myself a chiliad times, I didn't want to finger myself, I wanted her to please me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my pussy was redress in her face. I sat down and held myself at the point instrument panel. Everytime she breathed out I felt a easy duck soup whizzing past my pubic bone.

‘ poke me,'I said. ‘ spliff 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 rousing. My hired man squeezing into the head board. I could hardly assure myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just quivering and spasming every time the tip of her tongue bumped into my short clit. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing joy bursting through my body. I was in heaven, for a moment there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the residue of my life. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too whelm with delight and arousal. I just remember laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. breathing. Slowly breathing, while the last buns of my orgasm subsided.

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

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

‘ You are thoroughgoing'she said.

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

‘ Now slave,'I told her, ‘ you will blank out everything that has happened tonight, but in the future 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 notice out about it, so maybe it should be our little secret.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the small spray nursing bottle as I studied the info leaflet. I followed the command. I stretched my arm out in front of me, and sprayed a little huff into her typeface. A cherubic mist came out that landed over her nose and backtalk.

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

I untied her and removed all grounds that I had been there. Slowly I closed the door behind me and went dwelling. Tomorrow at cheer practice I would ask her to bring me some water, that would be a round-eyed assignment to start with, to see if it would make her horny, to see if she was indeed my hard worker. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the other things I could make her do in the future, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just slip her more of those pill until she was addicted to me .