Mind-Control Panties

level Fifteen : Becoming a Submissive Teacher Pet

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

banknote : Thanks to Alex for beta version this !

The material body trembled as it stroked the concluding pair of mind-controlled pantie it had made. The fun of this game was exquisite. It savored shaping young girls'intellect into its slut. Turning full girl into prostitute, bad girl into Virgo the Virgin, and a unharmed host of other gamey designs. But too much of a good thing was bad.

It needed to propel on to new amusements.

The name slipped unnoticed through the department fund. It had been in one of these space many prison term. It knew through its waterfall 's magic that this was the perfect space to find her. To find the girlfriend who would fag the exceptional scanty. They were cherry-apple red, the cloth bright and brilliant and innocent. On the binding, in tweed missive, was written : instructor 's Pet. A howling pair of scanty for a young lady friend to wear.

A young young lady taught by a hunky professor.

The figure reached where the department computer memory sold its lingerie. It passed through a display of cute, though not terribly risque, panties designed to attract the attention of Cy Young cleaning woman who were shopping with their female parent. One such missy was about to arrive. She was minutes away from finding these panties.

The flesh shuddered as, with a cursory motion-picture show 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 soul'attention were on other thing. On material consumerism. The supernatural was n't for them. The digit trembled in pleasure as its final mind-controlling panties'biz began.

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

Courtney Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a fraternal twin, born minutes behind her pal Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs Brenda Joseph Deems Taylor. Their kinship was obvious. Both had brown hair's-breadth, the female parent kept hers short while the daughter 's fell in a farseeing and lush wave down her back. They both had round faces and exchangeable cheekbones. Courtney had blue centre from her Fatherhood, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

"I hear you 're becoming Mr. Rainier 's darling,"Mrs. Taylor said to her daughter."A instructor 's pet."

"Mom,"blushed Courtney as she glanced at the scanty. Her breath caught as she stared at that particular twosome. The words and white letters beckoned her.

Teacher 's pet.

"I get having a crush on an sr. man,"said Mrs Elizabeth Taylor."And Mr. Rainier is a handsome man, but you need to be measured. You 're only 19. You 'll get your heart broken."

The daughter gave a slight nod, utterly entranced by the scanty. Her female parent 's watchword were flowing through her mind.

"He 's a good man, so I 'm not worried that he 'll take reward of you, but I know what little girl are like at your age,"Mrs. Zachary Taylor continued. She knew Mr. Rainier well. They were both professors at the same college. In fact, she had both Courtney and Kenneth in her own chronicle class."Well, those are cunning panties. I see why you 're choosing them. You are a teacher 's pet."

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

Neither the mother nor the daughter noticed that the cashier failed to ring up one yoke of the step-in that the two womanhood bought. A 1 item that they did n't pay for went into Courtney 's bag. Mrs. Zachary Taylor did n't even recollect the panties by the clock time they got home.

Courtney did. They scared her. Her female parent 's warning dueled with the sudden lust to wear those pantie and turn her favorite teacher 's pet. Something in her rakehell recoiled from them.

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Dr. Brenda Taylor

I hummed as I entered my girl 's way, washables field goal under my arm. I know she was nineteen, but I had been doing her laundry for so yearn it was second nature to me. I set the basket atop her dresser, measured not to disturb her unicorn statue, and opened the top drawer.

As I grabbed her panties to put them away with the white ace already in there, I noticed one that was bright red. Same shade as an Malus pumila. I blinked, remembering a month ago we were shopping and she 'd grease one's palms these. I picked them up, a strange frisson rippling through me. I shuddered, my mammilla hardening.

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

teacher 's Pet.

Those words echoed in my mind. I did n't acknowledge why, but I found myself slipping the panties into my sweat pants'pouch. I shook my head, confused why I would steal my daughter '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 washed them. A month was long enough if she was n't going to wear them, so it must be all right for me to take them. I could wear them. It would be funny. A teacher wearing step-in intended for a instructor 's pet.

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

The mind set my head alight with eagre expectancy for the relaxation of the evening. When I laid down beside my husband, I felt this horny itch inside of me, but I did n't let him know about my motivation. I did n't moderate to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my urge, it just did n't feel right.

It was like I needed something else to scratch it.

I struggled to sleep, my judgment filled with unusual effigy. Collars. Students. It was all such a blur. A gallimaufry of sexual impulses that left me frustrated when I woke up the succeeding morning.

The moment I was done with my shower, I was pulling on the panties I stole from my girl 's drawer. They fit perfectly. We were the same size, after all. I might be .22 years older than her, but I still had a great anatomy. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my rump. They hugged my pulp. I felt so wicked. They were so dissimilar than my usual, boring panties.

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

I glanced at what I 'd lain out to wear for the day. My blouse was just too bourgeois. I wanted something more fun. Something a footling take down cut. I wanted to really evince off my large breasts. I picked up my top and darted to my cupboard, the bra I was wearing constraining my heavy mounds.

I threw assailable my closet and dug around until I found a blouse I had n't worn in years. It was blue and had such a plunging neckline. My husband bought it for me as a birthday present, not realizing just how practically shape it showed off.

It was far more than I usually revealed.

But it was cunning. I took it off its hanger and slipped my arms into the sleeve. I loved the look of the silk against my shape. I worked the buttons, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my white meat, just covering my bra while leaving the rest of my magnanimous expanse of pleasant-tasting cleavage exposed.

"I bet this will keep the male child focusing today,"I told myself while I stared at my refection in the mirror on the backrest of my bedroom door.

I slid my hands up the silk textile of the blouse to cup my tit. I squeezed them. The panties tingled around my pussy. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfect. I ached to be such an inspiration for my male child. I needed to avail them pay attention. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the body politic, boy were falling behind in college. It was up to professor like me to make it as engaging for them as potential.



My fingers dug into my mamilla, 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 legs. I wish I had something tighter. Shorter. But I did n't. There was n't lots I could do, but I had bully legs and a nice ass.

My breaking ball would show through. I just knew it.

I dug out a dyad of five-inch heels, not my common flat tire. I knew they would help to give definition to my fanny and shape to my calves. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stair, my big breasts bouncing and heaving. I could get a line my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their morning chore. As I reached the hind end of the stairs, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a good-looking, nineteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his twin sister, his brown hair cut suddenly. A big grin paste across his sassing as his regard rippled up and down my body.

"fountainhead, mom, wow."

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

"sanctum shit, mom !"gasped my daughter, Courtney. She stared at me, her optic wide as she held a turgid jug of milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her head."You 're wearing that to school today ?"

"What 's so wrong with this outfit ?"I asked."Your brother likes it."

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

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

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

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my children while my husband was on a higher floor taking his foresightful exhibitor. He would just have a cup of coffee berry before heading out to his role job. Kenneth had bother focusing on his food grain because he was staring at my breasts. I could n't help but lean over and commit him an inspiring exhibit. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my son.

I had both my counterpart in my second year. I was teaching European history. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My finger's breadth itched to play with the large push of my blouse and give my son a goody. Courtney was in the class, but I hardly thought about her. She was a girl. She did ticket in shoal on her own.

I needed to rivet all my attending on my boys.

My husband stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two child. They rode with me since I was a professor at their college. On the paseo out of the house, Kenneth was right on my heels, such a goodness boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the battlefront buttocks much to Kenneth 's disappointment.

I rolled my eye. She and her brother were always squabbling. I just wish they would get along. There was a time, when they were children, when they did everything together. Then puberty happened.

I was sure enough another ten they would be best 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 kitty itch. The wet excitement soaked between my thigh. category today would be wonderful. I would be such an amazing professor. All my students would just love me. I would civilise them. I 'd make my boys so vivid and smart. I quivered, my thighs rubbing together as I drove, my large tit jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the entire ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the son were staring at me. Even the I I did n't teach. I loved it. I strolled along on my dog, my hips swaying. I felt my skirt whispering over my butt-cheeks and brushing my second joint. I loved the bounce to my tits. I especially savored how the boy watched me.

I wanted to tittup. I felt like a dirty money show dog on display, a bitch in her prime proving just how amazing she was. I smiled, dazzling each and every boy I passed. A chorus of"Good morning, Mrs. Taylor,"echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their eyes all flicked up and down my body, noticing me.

I perched on a fecal matter in front of my first course, leg crossed, all the boys crowding up the front end 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 mistake that all the boys were more worry in learning instead of drooling over their trollops'tight, vernal bodies. The boys were finally dislodge of the misdirection of all those hardly legal tarts.



My boys'hormones were focused on pedagogy now.

It just felt so right. But, as I taught that first off class, I felt like the son just were n't quite getting the material. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the perfect estimate while my first category filed out and I had to wait for the student of my second.

Kenneth was the number one to get. My son sat front and inwardness before me, a big grin on his brass."damn, mom, I am so ready to acquire about history from you today."

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

Courtney, who was slinking into the back of the room, gagged. I did not have it away what was up with that missy today.

The former male child all perked up when they walked in. rich people, a tall guy with blonde hair and a big nose sat to the right field of my son while Lance, a buff and marvellous inkiness guy took the tush to his left. For once, he looked eager to learn as he stared at me perched on the feces, his white teeth flashing between his buddy-buddy back talk. Alice Paul came in next, a nerdy guy with red hair and lentigo across his look. Today, he did n't look bored because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front row and with his back straight. I was inspiring them. Aston and Jesse James and Tommy all flooded into the front end row, staring at me.

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

When the last student walked in, a girl named Nancy who just shook her top dog at the sight of me, I said,"Good dawn, son. Are you all eager to learn today ?"

The boys all nodded. Their heads went up and down with such bore thirst. I would hit this object lesson so inspiring for them. I could n't let them down. They needed to teach it all. They had to be inspired.

"I thought we 'd puddle a plot of it today,"I said, staring out at them. I played with the top button of my blouse, a declamatory foursquare just begging to be popped through its eyelet."For every motion soul gets properly, a push button will come undone on my blouse."

A low, hungry groan came from the boys.

"So, I have four clit on my blouse. Each doubtfulness you get right, I 'll unwrap one. Four questions, and then I can pack my blouse off, Next, I can—"

"Mom !"Courtney gasped and bounded to her base. She smacked both her hands down onto her desk."What the hellhole ?"

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

"Edward Thatch your class ?"she gasped, this spirit of electrical shock on her fount."Mom, you 're talking about doing a peeler for the boys."

"I 'm inspiring them to get wind,"I said."Now you girls involve to shut up, sit down, and do what you 're told. You 're already doing fine. The male child are the 1 who need help learning."

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

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

"Yeah,"wrick said, his big nose so bold. I heard what they said about men with big nose ...

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

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

"O.K., what was the date that Napoleon Bonaparte was born ?"

Kenneth shot his hired man up."August 15, 1769 !"

I beamed at him. As I popped the initiative second power release through its eyelet, I purred,"That 's correct, Kenneth. Such a hopeful boy."

James licked his mouth as he stared at my blouse opening, my large boob still constrained. He could see the bleak bra now, half exposed.

"What was the date that he died ?"I asked, my gaze sweeping across the boys.

Paul got his handwriting up first. The gingerroot had such a immense grinning on his case."May 5th, 1820 !"

"Yes, that 's correctly,"I moaned, my teat pressing hard against my bra. I popped the second push button through its eyelet. My blouse was halfway undone, my chest pressing against the bra. They wanted to escape.

"Now, the easily unity are over, let 's dig into some material history,"I purred."Which revolt did he suppress with the Army of Italy ?"

There was silence for a moment, and then Rich shot his hand up. I nodded to him. He blurted out,"It was the 13 Vendémiaire Revolt."

I clapped my hands together in delectation."wellspring done."My digit popped the third button through its eyelet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the shine skin of my stomach."That was terrific, Rich. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his safari against Oesterreich ?"

It was St. James 's turn to shoot up his hand. As he waved it frantically above his headway, 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 exam button."He was twenty-six."

"Yes, that 's right hand,"I moaned.

I popped the lowest button through its cringle. I shuddered as my blouse fell unfastened. It exposed my smooth belly and my large breast constrained in my black bra. All the girlfriend were shaking their heads in the back of the classroom. I did not care if they disapproved of my awing way of inspiring my boys. The stripteaser was double-dyed. My male child were all so matter to. They were all recalling things right that they normally would forget.

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

I loved these naughty panties I wore. They were so inspiring. Tingles rippled around my twat. The heating built and built in my twat as my Male students salivated over me. Young men were such horny thing. I was so beaming I was channeling their lust in an appropriate direction. They would learn so a lot as they stared at my plenteous flesh.

I could n't hold back to masturbate when I got home.

"Now, why did nap overrun the Iberian Peninsula ?"

My son shot his deal up. I smiled, nodding to him."He, uh, wanted to extend the Continental system that existed in France while simultaneously choking off the British trade path through the Mediterranean 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, youth man. I 'm so proud of you, Kenneth."

"Thanks, Mom,"he said.

"I am never giving you shit for having a mom for a prof,"Lance 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 next one right, and you 'll be almost there to seeing my big, lush tit. I know how you boys like them large and easy and big like mine."

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a inner circle of hungry dogs all wanting to climb up the same bitch. I shuddered, my neck intuitive feeling so bare. There was something missing there. Something I could n't quite seat. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the question I needed to ask them. My pussy burned. I ached to touch myself so badly.

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

"Where did Napoleon defeat the Prussians ?"I asked, my vocalisation a sultry purred.

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

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

I brought my hands to the front, pressing the cups against my boobs. I wiggled to slither the shoulder strap off my shoulders, showing the boy that nothing was holding my bra on my breasts except my hands. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

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

"nooky, yes, Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor !"Aston moaned.

"You 're the best fucking teacher ever,"Tommy groaned.

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

Courtney gagged. She was just covetous that her comrade wanted to see my tits and not hers. She only had a pair of round breast. Smaller than mine. It was a curiosity that Mr. Rainier paid any tending to her at all.

"Okay,"I purred, my pussy molten rut."final question. Where was Napoleon exiled ?"

"That 's such a roll in the hay easy one,"muttered my daughter.

"angel capital of Montana !"shouted Paul as Rich cried out,"The island of Saint Helena !"

"holy man Helena !"flare-up from Lance.

"He was exiled to angel Helena !"groaned my son, his middle locked on me.

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

I exposed my bosom to my eagre boys. They all groaned. I could feel their eyes staring at my big, lush mammilla. My dusky teat were so gruelling. I arched my back, thrusting my pap out before me. I wanted to do certain they got a good feeling at them. They swayed with a heavy jiggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

"You boys all did such a respectable job,"I said, hopping off my potty. That really made my booby leaping."For your advantage, I 'll do my lecture topless. I 'm indisputable you 're all going to focus. You 've all learned so much, but now we 'll get into more of the details of Napoleon 's animation. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

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

"And you girls, I do n't want to hear a pipe out of you. You can just sulk in the back. I do n't care. I 'm here to teach my boys."

God, my pussy was on firing.

I gave my speech, striding back and forth between my son. Their optic followed my heaving knocker. I shuddered, my naughty step-in soaking up my juice. They were just flowing out of me. I 'd never been so wet in my spirit. I shuddered, loving it. My hound clicked with every stride, giving a wanton sway to my hips.

That helped my breasts to jiggle.

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

My male person bookman were eagre to learn. This was howling. This was what it meant to be a teacher-pet.

rightfulness then it clicked in my school principal what I needed.

Of course, I could n't do anything about it. I had course of instruction to teach. I kept up my striptease moral, the girls all glaring at me in the spinal column. They were just jealous because I had bigger dumbbell than all of them, and that all the son wanted to drool over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

Never once did a single guy get a motion improper. They got them all correct, letting me clean off my blouse and bra and then public lecture topless for the remainder of the hour. It was such a rush. Every female teacher needed to do this.

I had no theme what the male professors could do to inspire the boys.

The consequence college was done, I headed to the store. Of course, in my keenness, I forgot to ask my children home, but they were xix. They could determine their own way. I bought my supplies. My new kit. I needed a shorter skirt, and I could n't wear the same blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so eager for tomorrow 's year.

I just knew it would be so exciting.

Courtney acted bratty all night. She was glaring at me, huffing, shaking her heading. She kept trying to talk to her don, but he was meddling watching the game. I made sure he had plenteousness of beers to drink. I wanted him out of my fuzz. Kenneth followed me around, clearly eager to see what I had bought today.

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

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

I ruffled his hairsbreadth and kissed him on the brow."We 'll see. Right now, I 'm indisputable you have homework to do. It 's not just my social class that you need to excel at. You have to be skilful 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 make her check home from classes. I did n't need her negativeness in my class tomorrow. I was all about the positive. Helping my boys to dominate their lessons. They had to master their cognition. I could n't wait to serve them. I was so wet and horny.

While my hubby was snoring on the recliner downstairs, passed out from all the beers I 'd given him, I went upstairs and masturbated.

Hard.

I thought about all my male person students. I picture them one by one fondling my breasts and sucking on my tit and eating out my pussy. I imagine their immature pecker sliding into me. They fucked me hard in my imagination. They pounded me. fishgig and his big, black pecker. 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 micturate sure that he dominated his lessons and took charge of his education. I came so difficult thinking about Kenneth being in me. My twat rippled and spasmed around my fingers.

It was incredible.

I passed out in a haze of gamey mentation. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the adjacent morning to get ready. I could hear my husband grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his problem. He did n't stimulate to booze all those beers I 'd given him.

I felt amazing.

I took my shower and got ready. I made for sure my wooden leg 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 slattern. I was a grow adult female. A sexy teacher.

I was just so excited as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an sex maroon. It, too, had four release. It was barely held shut, my large breasts struggling to scat. I wore a bra, but only for that first year. They missed out on my striptease the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one last time before I implemented my new programme during my second class.

After all, my son deserved to experience it first. He was such a vivid student.

When we left for college, my girl defiantly sat in the nominal head seat. She glared at me and complained about how brusk my skirt was. It was short. If I was n't measured, I would be flashing my pussy.

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

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

"I 'm being an inspiring instructor. Did you not hear your sidekick working on his preparation all night ? He was feverish. I know that you just spent all your prison term bothering your begetter instead of getting your schoolwork done."

My daughter glared at me. Like she resented me for some rationality. Well, I was inspired by the step-in I 'd stolen from her. If she just put those on a month ago, maybe she would 've found a way to inspire her teacher. Maybe she would feature become Mr. Rainier 's pet.

wellspring, they were my scanty now.

God, all the boy would love me. They were all waiting out in strawman of the college. They wolf-whistled when they saw me strutting on my five-inch heel. My annulus barely covered my ass. If any coed wore a skirt that short, she 'd be politely asked to go plate. Not me, I was a teacher.

I strolled through the building and marched past my male child. They were all so thirsty. All gear up to overlook their lesson. I could n't wait.

I entered my classroom. I taught my first course. It was n't the straight upsurge I craved, but still fun. My pussy was so wet as I did the exotic dancer. I showed off my chest to the rouse son. I lectured to them topless, but all I could retrieve about was the peculiar item in my purse. The thing that I needed. The thing that would fill out me.

The especial delectation that would give a lesson to my boys they would never forget.

Finally, my bit class had arrived. I was ready to implement my new learning strategy. The son were already flooding in. Today, Lance was the first to designate up. The buff and tall African-American sat down at his desk, handwriting folded before him. I shuddered, wondering if he had a big cock.

I hoped he did.

And then my son Kenneth appeared. A strapping, young man. God, he was so liberal. He had a big grin as he took his hind end. Rich followed, his big olfactory organ leading the way. Aston and Saint James and Tommy and Apostle Paul all took their seats. They were all gear up to study. All staring at me with such passion on their faces. I could see they were set up to do questions.

"Did you boys hit the books hard ?"I asked, smiling at them.

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

"You better believe I did, Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor,"fishgig groaned."First sentence I 've ever done that."

"Then I am doing a great job as your teacher,"I said, my fingerbreadth undoing the buttons of my blouse. I put it on after teaching my last form topless. I did n't bother with donning my bra, though.

I would n't want it.

"You 're not even pretending to make them ask questions now,"my daughter asked from the back.

"Courtney, honey, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the meter reading duty assignment that 's on the add-in. That 's for all you girls. Just last out out of the boys'hair. I need to educate them. I need to learn them to be dominating, unassailable 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 married woman. A mother. It was the most important matter in the public a woman could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my student. I stripped naked with pridefulness, letting my boy see my large, lush breasts and the trimmed, brown bush adorning my pussy, I knew the accuracy. Why I was here. This was the only way that a female teacher could truly educate her boys.

She had to get their pet.

Their teacher-pet.

I pulled the leash and collar out of my pocketbook. All the boys were staring at my naked body, drinking in the muckle of my flesh. The olfactory property of my tart pussy reached my nose, filling my every inhalation with delectation. My girl stared at me in electric shock as I placed a thick, ignominious collar around my neck. I cinched it tight, loving the spirit of the leather around my throat.

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

My boys needed to conquer their academic futurity with both workforce and show their teacher who was the captain here.

I clipped the leash to my choker. Then I knelt before my boy. All of them were staring at me with such thirst. I held up the end of the black, leather leash, wagging it back and forth."If you get the question right, you get to halt the threesome. Then you can do whatever you like to me."

"Holy fucking shit,"groaned rich people, his big nose quivering.

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

"It 's Mrs. Taylor,"I said."Now, what year did Napoleon invade Soviet Union. ?"

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

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

"holy place shit,"he said, grabbing my leash in a shivering hand. He stood up, his stopcock tenting the front man of his jeans."Until I cum ?"

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

"Kenneth !"my daughter shouted. My son 's Twin sister bolted to her human foot."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 powerful hand as he worked his fly open. His zipper rasped."I 'm just taking my reward for getting the inquiry right. That 's all. Look 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 pet teacher, but she did n't wear the panty in prison term. I found them. I got to bask them. I got to see the delight of being dominated. Only I would n't serve one man.

I would serve all my boys.

I groaned as my son shoved his jeans down. Then his boxers. His cock popped out. He was full-grown than his pop. My twat clenched as I stared at that cock. That putz came from my body, and now it was about to return to my flesh.

An incestuous rush shot through me as he gripped my ternary and moved behind me. He was going for my pussy. He would ram his dick into the hole that birthed him. I shuddered, my juices spilling out of my bitch. They soaked through my bush and dribbled down my thighs. That tangy perfume swelled in strength. It filled my nose.

My breasts swayed as I trembled. This was gross. This was what I needed. I had to be fucked. I was glad that my son would ram that big peter into me and make me scream my fountainhead off in delight.

I groaned as he pressed his hammer against my pussy lip. He rubbed his tip up and down, the summit of his pecker 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 sentence enjoying his academic reward. He pulled tight on the troika, the collar gripping my neck opening. I groaned as his cock sink deeper and deeper into my cunt. He reached towards my womb. The taking into custody jangled, alloy clicking on alloy. I whimpered, squeezing my bozo 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 dick. It was wonderful. I was gladiolus I was both his teacher and his female parent. That I could be his pet and stroke his turncock with my cunt. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, silky grip of my zany. He moaned and thrust back into me with violence.

Not a slow sliding board now, but a man taking his didactics in hand.

His balls smacked into my clit. Pleasure sparked through me. I moaned. The son all groaned in envy. They were all watching, aegir for their turn to fuck me. It was incredible. This was an amazing treat. I was so glad he was thrusting his peter into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my pussy around his dick. I clutched hard, the pleasure building and building with every thrust.

"holy shite, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs. Deems Taylor ! Oh, yes, your pussy feels amazing ! Your twat 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 severe. Your teacher is a slut. She 's a dirty prostitute that needs your cock fucking her. Ooh, ram that big dick into me. I love it. Your teacher, your mommy, is so tickle pink you 're pounding me !"

He groaned, thrusting hard into me. He kept a firm clench of the leash, tugging on my collar. That kept my oral sex up, my eye staring at the early students watching. The boys were pulling out their cocks, stroking themselves.

gig did have a big prick, jet black and long. So did rich people. Saul of Tarsus 's was nice 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 contribute them an education they would never forget.

It was my responsibility as a teacher-pet !

"Mrs. Taylor !"My son moaned, his lead manus sliding up my body. He still gripped the tercet in his right manus. He pulled tight, letting me palpate that taking into custody about my neck opening."Damn, your pussy is amazing. I 'll cum so difficult in you !"

"Kenneth !"his Twin Falls sister exclaimed.

"Either sit down and shut up, or get defenseless and help develop these cocks !"I moaned.

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

His cock slammed so deep and arduous in me. He churned me up. His balls smacked over and over against my clit. electric arc outburst. The pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my twat around him. I loved every hot plunge of his dick penetrating my snatch. He buried his turncock in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

It was wondrous. incredible. I groaned, my rose hip wiggling from side to side. The incestuous joy built and built inside my twat with every thrust of my son 's peter. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My jackass grew so hot. So juicy. drip of cream dribbled through my President Bush and ran down my thighs. My large breasts swayed.

His exploring left hand found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his fingers into my pillowy flesh. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His egg smacked into my clit. Little explosion of joy showered through my slit. I was about to explode.

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

"Kenneth !"I gasped."You 're such a in force student ! You 're mastering your lust ! Oh, God, I 'm going to cum so hard !"

His hand squeezed my exit breast. He jerked on the leash. For a bit, my airway collapsed. I could n't breathe, and it was wondrous. He was showing his domination of me.

"Do it !"he howled when he relaxed his hairgrip."Cum on my putz, Mrs. Taylor !"

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My snatch writhed and spasmed around his diaphysis. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing snatch. Incestuous waves of seventh heaven 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. spear tiff on his manus and rubbed it up and down his soot black cock. It gleamed.

I whimpered. My right booby swung unblock, trembling with my consistency. My son gripped my left tit, squeezing hard as he pounded my orgasming cunt. He growled out his schoolboyish excitement. He slammed his dick so thick into my climaxing fathead. He filled me to the hilt.

Erupted.

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

Wave of rapture washed out of me with every hot bam of his jizz spilling into my pussy. I groaned as my bitch 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 incredible to instruct him. To render him how a subservient teacher-pet should act.

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

"shtup, Mom,"he groaned."Damn !"

He spurted the last 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 terrific height as I stared out at the other male child watching. I had to make them another question. It was so backbreaking to think.



Something bubbled through my brain.

"How long did the Peninsular War last ?"I managed to skewer out.

"fucking, was n't that six years ?"Lance groaned."Yeah, that was six days !"

"I 'm yours, fizgig !"I moaned, my son 's jizz bubbling out of my bitch. The cream soaked my bush.

The strong, Young Black guy grabbed my trey. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so tidal bore to finger his dick in me. I quivered there, both my heavy chest swaying. My collar jangled. I heard him groan. The son watched with envy while they stripped naked and stroked their dicks.

I was certainly they would all get a question correctly before the time of day was over.

I gasped as shaft parted my butt-cheeks. He spat. Hot tongue landed on my asshole. I groaned as I felt it soaking there. He spat again, coating my naughty sphincter. He was going to use my bowels. He would sleep together that vast cock into my anal sheath.

"Yes !"I moaned."Use your teacher-pet however you want. Master your pedagogy. You 're seizing what you want to learn ! Experience !"

"fucking yes I am, Mrs Deems Taylor,"he growled.

I shuddered as the wet tip of his pecker pressed against my arsehole. I groaned, eager to take his huge, Black tool in my bowels. My entire consistence quivered. I stared down at my bequeath helping hand. At the wedding halo I wore. I did n't need that any longer. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to delight my son. My husband already had his pedagogy.

I ripped the ring off, threw it across the room, and moaned,"shag my mother fucker so hard, gig ! Be a ripe boy and use your teacher-pet !"

The tinkling of my ring bouncing across the schoolroom floor was drowned out by the cheering boys.

lancet thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his cock stretched and stretched my anal retentive ring. My sphincter did n't defy. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my first time doing anal, but I knew my body could handle it. I would lie with it. But all my fix were available for my aphrodisiac boys to use. Lance wanted my ass, so he got it.

"holy place fucking poop !"I howled as his thick putz speared deeper and profoundly into my intestine. He stretched my pathetic asshole to its limits. My anal sheath clenched around his pitch black jibe. 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 Ezra Loomis Pound my fucking asshole until I explode !"

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

I squeezed my bowels around his shaft as he drew back. I heard him spit again and felt it splash against my stretched-wide asshole gripping his big shaft. He thrust in again. He slammed that big dick into my bowels. My knocker swayed from the impact. My stallion dead body rock and roll. I gripped his cock with my asshole, savoring the velvety friction.

Pleasure melted down to my cum-filled pussy. to a greater extent of my son 's jizz leaked out of my twat as I quivered. My impending sexual climax drank in every plunge of his pecker into my gut. I loved that my hung student was fucking my motherfucker.

Lance spat each time his putz emerge. Seven fourth dimension. Eight times. Until finally, he was pumping with simpleness. He was working that dick in and out of my asshole. He was fucking me like the slut 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 leash as he fucked me. The former boys cheered him on.

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

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

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

I loved the attention.

My orgasm built faster and faster. shaft fucked his cock in and out of me. He slammed into my profundity and then pulled back. Over and over, his dick stimulated me. His balls smacked into my taint. They were heavy with his cum. I could n't wait for him to erupt in me. I just knew he would pour forth so much jizz in me.

I loved it. I savored being fucked by my total darkness student.

His big dick drove me wilderness. I was going to cum so hard. My pussy clenched, forcing out to a greater extent and more of my son 's jizz. Hot rill of his punk ran down my thigh. I lowered my head, staring down at my swaying breasts. I grunted and groaned, my hands balled into fists. I was so close. Just a few more strokes, and I would explode.

"Yes, yes, you 're doing it !"I moaned, squeezing my gut tight around shaft 's big prick. I wanted to cum on his ebony scape."Keep fucking your instructor ! livelihood showing your teacher-pet that she 's your slovenly woman !"

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

His cock drilling into my asshole combined with those row to make me palpate so loathsome. I came.

His glob smacked into my taint as I exploded in bliss. The pleasance erupted in the depths of my pussy. The melt flood of passion surged through my body. My big breasts heaved as I threw back my caput and stared out at my boys.

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

"Fuck !"He panted."Kenneth, your mom is a fucking cocotte !"

"No, she 's a teacher-pet,"my son said with a big smiling. He stroked his cock 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 dick 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 erupt. My asshole rippled around him, my coming burning through me, but no spurt of his jizz came. Then with a aloud grunt, he ripped his turncock entirely out of my whoreson. I felt empty.

Then the strong, Black pupil yanked hard on my leash. I gasped as he spun me around, my large knocker swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his ebony lusus naturae. I could sense the off-key musk of my asshole upon him.

I understood. I opened my mouth and swallowed his dirty prick. I sucked hard on him, cleaning my ass off his shaft. The dour relish made me feel so naughty. Another orgasm rippled through me. A lowly one. But it was wilderness and pleasant-tasting as I showed my male child I was such a dear teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

"Fucking Mrs President Taylor !"he growled."Suck it down my prick as you clean my big dick !"

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

His jizz was flavored with my sour asshole. I reveled in the dirty feel mixing with his salty love. I squeezed my eyes shut, reveling in this here and now. I drank down every drop of my Negro student 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a serious teacher-pet.

I hoped the little girl were watching and witnessing how they needed to educate their boys. I hoped my daughter would understand. That she could get over her jealousy and bitterness from missing out on being a pet to her favored teacher.

Instead, I got to be a pet for all my students. I was so lucky.

spear dropped my leash as he ripped his cock out of my mouth."Better ask your next question, Mrs. Taylor."

Question ?

right wing. I needed to ask my boy something. I groaned, struggling to think. I needed my students to love me. All my knowledge of Napoleon era seemed to experience evaporated beneath the molten pleasure still simmering over my judgment. I groaned, feeling my boys staring at me with expectant 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 piece of ass !"gasped my daughter."That 's a dubiousness a initiative 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 slit,"Rich said and snagged up my collar first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your face so hard, Mrs. Zachary Taylor,"the nerdy gingerroot said. He ran his mitt through his red hair. His hammer thrust out before him.

I licked my lips and purred,"Yum !"

Rich stretched out on the floor. He held his dick upright with his pull up stakes hand while his right jerked on the leash. He dragged me over his consistency. My dense mamilla swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my cunt, dripping with my son 's incestuous seed, to rich 's punishing cock. I impaled myself down his dick. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My pussy loved it.

I groaned, my asshole ache. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his cock oceanic abyss and hard in my bowels. I whimpered in pleasure, squeezing down around him. Then Paul was grabbing a fistful of my brown pilus. He jerked my head to the right 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 the Apostle 's tool. My pussy gripped Rich 's duncish dick as I worked my articulatio coxae, sliding up and down his girth. My asshole welcomed Tommy 's hard cock as he pumped away at my bowels over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my male child grunted and groaned. The early 1 were watching, waiting for their turn. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on Apostle Paul 's tool. I nursed with hunger. His precum coated my tongue, giving me a trailer of the delectation to come. My hands pressed on rich people 's shoulders. I gripped him as I squeezed my cunt around his dick. I pumped up and down his gibe, matching Tommy 's toilsome rhythm as he fucked my asshole.

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

"Fuck, you 're so fast,"grunted Tommy. His hand slid around and grabbed my great tits. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the fucking best teacher ever, Mrs. Taylor !"

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

"Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor !"groaned Saint Paul as he pumped his cock in and out of my rima oris."You 're going to deep-throat my dick, are n't you ?"

It was another matter I 'd never done. I knew I could handle it. I was a teacher-pet. I moaned, sucking hard on his pecker. He slammed his cock all the way into the depths of my sass as my other two holes were filled with nineteen-year-old gumshoe. When Apostle of the Gentiles brush the back of my throat this prison term, he kept going. I relaxed my gullet and surrendered to his girth. His prick slid down my esophagus. His fiery pubic pilus rubbed into my brim and olfactory organ. 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 dick. Tommy pounded my shit with his hefty diagonal, his fingers kneading my lowering breasts. St. Paul grunted as he slammed his putz down my pharynx over and over. I loved the smack of his heavy clump on my chin. The impingement of his crank, 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 inundate my holes.

I squeezed tight around rich 's cock and Tommy 's tool. I swiveled my hips, stirring my slit and SOB around their shafts. My orgasm swelled so fast. I whimpered and groaned around Paul 's peter driving down my throat again and again.

They used me.

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

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

I moaned and squealed around Saint Paul 's prick while my slit convulsed around rich 's putz. Tommy drove his hard dick into my writhing bowels. All three boys groaned. They knew I had reached the acme of rapture. That I had achieved the goal of every teacher-pet : cumming on my boy'dicks.

"Mrs. Taylor !"gasped Tommy as he rammed into my asshole."You feel so just ! Fuck !"

His cum pumped into my bowels. I loved that grand spurt of his hot jizz flooding my whoreson. It was so different from in my kitty-cat. I got to experience that delight a moment later as Rich groaned. His shaft flooded my slit with his nerve. Both my kettle of fish writhed about their erupting dicks.

"Mrs. Taylor ! You 're the best !"moaned rich people as he spilled his seed in me.

"shtup,"Paul groaned and slammed his prick all the way down my throat. My vocal cords hummed around them as I moaned my pleasure. The waves of raptus were flooding through me."Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor !"

Apostle of the Gentiles pumped his cum straight into my belly. I groaned as it flooded down my esophagus. I shuddered, savoring every last instant of having his jizz pumping again and again into my eubstance. I quivered. It was such a delectation. I squirmed and moaned, all three of my holes being flooded with my boys'cum.

My snatch and arse drained rich people and Tommy dry. Paul unloaded every conclusion drib of his cum in my mouth. Then I had former boys who needed to answer questions. Aston and James and Henry and more. All my boys needed to fuck me. I shouted out questions. Simple ones.

"What coloring material is the sky !"

"What is 1 multiplication 1 !"

"How many position does a triangle feature ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my leash back and Forth River. I never wanted this lesson to end, but when it did, I had a solid new socio-economic class of son to fuck me. They would all continue their didactics and ream my naughty holes.

I love being a teacher-pet. As long as I had one of my boys'prick buried in my twat or shit or oral cavity, I was well-chosen. I was so glad I stole those pantie from my daughter 's chest of drawers drawer. I came again and again and again.

I educated every finale boy who entered my classroom.

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The figure trembled at the end of its final panty plot.

It would happen new delights, new ways to disport itself. This last game had taken so long. It had grown frustrated with Courtney. It had wondered if it had messed up the magic. Maybe it had because the female parent had claimed the panties.

The misapprehension had created something wild. Instead of Courtney being the pet to one teacher, her female parent was the pet to every terminal boy she could find.

The magic would ensure that no one except the obstinate Courtney would cerebrate anything was awry. They would all accept the new Mrs. Taylor. The other professor, the executive of her college, and her educatee would all think what she was doing was great. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae rip in her. A trivial drop the had immunized her from its illusion.

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

The digit turned to his workbench, contemplating what its next game should be. There were so many ways for a fairy to amuse itself. The figure would find something new. Something raving mad. The phone of its waterfall echoed through its cave, the sound stirring its imagination.

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

The End of the Mind-Controlling Panties tale