Mind-Control Panties

Story Eight : Hot & Naughty Bitch

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for genus Beta reading this !

The figure entered a store it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the character of storage it had never ventured into before. It was n't the kind of place that young girlfriend shopped at. Nor was it even a blank space that people typically went to to find wearable. It was a gaming store.

The place tingled its senses. The air hummed with chance, luck, and stake. The theory sent a rush through its nervure. If it had n't found this new senior high school of mind dominance, it would be tempted to see what kind of maleficence it could get up to in here.

None of the customers, almost entirely male person, noticed its presence as it ghosted between the shelves covered in fanciful products. Everything from role-playing game book of account to miniature war secret plan pattern abounded. The ledge were stocked with all personal manner of dice and rule and paints and card sleeves and a host of other token the physique had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its signified, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the figure 's mitt was a exceptional dyad of pantie. It was cut narrow than other ones it had dropped off, almost a lash save it spread into a triangular spot of fabric at the back with enough room for two Scripture to be written : uncivilized Bitch. Printed in scarlet letters, the phrase contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton blend.

With a picture show, it tossed its creation onto a box of war plot toy, the models on the cover all brandishing futuristic weapons.

The panty were out of place. They should be noticed.

Only its destined possessor would.

With a concluding groan, the form slipped away with nondescript ease through the fanboys browsing the wares. It passed by guys excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a rare carte out of a booster amplifier pack or at finding the finis box of a set of miniatures. As the figure stepped out, a young man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a put-on facial expression on his vernal typeface. The nineteen-year-old boy was marvellous with a runners build. He looked gymnastic and more put together look than the usual clientele that shopped here. He wore a tight tank top made of some futuristic material that hugged his torso and a pair of running shorts. He had dark glasses perched on his chief. He was on his college 's track and field team, but he was also someone who enjoyed playing collectable card games.

There was a new set out for his favorite one.

He had a put-on facial expression because of who trailed after him. His little babe, Jane.

She had long, brown hair, I lighter hue than her brother 's short locks. She stood slender, appearing almost like a hoyden. She wore a loose-fitting t-shirt and loose jeans, a baseball cap perched on her pass. Her blue eye, the same refinement as her one-time brother, flicked around while she gushed at all the wondrous wad. A smiling spread on her sassing, dimpling her lentiginose cheeks.

"What 's that ?"she asked, pointing.

"donjon & Draco,"Eric said."RPG game."

"Ooh, ooh, what 's that !"she gasped, pointing at something to the right.

He rolled his eyes. His sis did n't seem to remark that he grit his dentition. He shook his head, hating that his parents forced him to watch her for the good afternoon. He was already heading towards the friend pack, aegir to perpetrate out a few of them and open them. There was a fabulous rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get lucky.

It would complete his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a duet of panties. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some sort of form. She drifted to the pair and snagged them up. She shuddered as the tingle rippled through her. She turned them in her hands, her middle falling on the narrow strip that widened into a triangle.

"Wild squawk,"she whispered, this naughty thrill shooting through her.

Without opinion, she shoved the panties into her jeans. She whirled around and saw her brother on the other side of meat of the store. She darted past a display, aegir to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her elderly brother.

If she could, she would follow him everywhere.

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Eric Mitchels

It was around eleven in the morning when I was finally ready to get up. It was a Saturday, so I was taking it well-fixed. The atmospheric condition was great, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to head to the game computer storage. I had another twenty I could spend on booster face pack. Maybe this clock time I get the card. I could n't afford to buy it, it was way too much on the lower-ranking mart. It would finish my deck. I wanted to be ready for side by side Friday night.

Deciding on heading to the secret plan computer storage instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a pair of denim shorts. I snagged a tight t-shirt, pulling it over my fit form. I stood up, stretching. My stomach rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched open the door and came face-to-face with my little sister.

"Jane ?"I started to groan until I noticed how precious she looked. She had physical composition on, giving her a more feminine look. And there was this ellipses savage look in her blue eyes. I frowned, then blinked when I noticed what she was wearing.

She had on a tight pair of dungaree that hugged her shape. The blue jean clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't have lots hip, she had some feminine curve to her eighteen-year-old consistency. Even stranger, I could see her stomach. She wore a belly shirt, a fringe of pink running down beneath the textile cupping her small breasts. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a band of regal cloth wrapped around her torso. I shivered as this strange tingle running through me. It rippled across my peel and ended at my cock. I started to chub up.

Why was I getting hard at the sight of my niggling baby ?

"Hey,"she said, this big smile on her cheek. It really set off the lentigo on her facial expression."You going somewhere ?"

"Yeah, to the game stock,"I said.

Her eyes lit up, that wildfire still burning in their depths."Can I occur ?"

Normally, I would say no, but all the blood was rushing to my dick. She was looking ... sexy. Her stomach was flat and toned, her tit, while diminished, had a nice configuration to them. Her teat pressed hard, poking at the thinly cloth.

"Sure."

Joy burst to life in her optic. She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She bounced up and planted a kiss on my cheek. I could 've sworn I felt her clapper for a 2d like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this look of low joy, this wild delight.

I could n't help but notice the pale blue edge of her step-in peeking out of the low-riding denim she wore.

When did my little sister get hot ? Damn.

"You think you 're going to get the card this time ?"she asked as we headed down the hallway.

"Only one way to determine out,"I said, my putz at a wide-cut erection. I wanted to adjust myself, but I could n't in straw man of my trivial sister. Damn, she smelled good, too. Something like lilac in the air. This ornate scent. Perfume ? Jane was wearing perfume and composition ?

What was going on ?

I felt that thrill racing through me the entire way down the stair. I could n't assist but point out her firm, slight breast jiggling in her tight top. They were blossoming into a delicious dyad of breast. I was rock-hard. I wanted to direct back to my bedroom and stroke my cock while thinking about my minuscule babe. This was insane. She felt so overnice against my arm. She rubbed her boldness against my berm, giggling in delight.

"We 're going to the store, Mom,"I called.

Our female parent peeked in from the kitchen."Oh, do n't you two look cute together. I 'm happy you 're spending some time with your little Sister. I know how often she loves hanging out with you."

"Yeah,"I said, trying not to ogle my Sister 's budding tits in front of my female parent."She 's really ... uh ... growing on me."

Jane giggled in delight.

"That 's wonderful,"Mom said."Have fun !"

We headed outside. Jane broke away so we could get in my car. She hopped into the passenger seat of my Toyota Corolla. It was over a decennium old, but it ran. I slipped in and started it up. She was bouncing on her seat, her light-brown hair swaying about her face. Her cheekbones were touchy, her lips ruby red. The eye shadow only enhanced the rich amobarbital sodium of her eyes. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her exposed midriff and beguiling cleavage. Even her shoulder joint were precious.

Damn. I could get used to having a pestering sis who looked like this.

We reached the biz store after about ten minutes, Jane bursting out of the car and racing around to my side before I could climb out. She took my arm the moment I got out, rubbing her impudence against my arm. I kinda liked it. There was something ... affectionate about it. The motion reminded me of something, but I could n't quite put my digit on it. It was in the back of my mind, but I ignored it. I headed inside, the buzzer tinkling as we entered.

It was Saturday, so the berth was packed. There was some card tournament going on in the back, a bunch of player huddled around fold tables. They were n't playing my plot. It looked like one of the Anime one with the cute lady friend. I was n't quite into that. Draco orchis Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's brain darted left and redress as we headed towards the booster packs. She chatted, her voice making this soothing desktop noise. I paid only half aid of what she said, it was all just excited bark. Cute, but meaningless. Her head darted around, her eyes wide. I swear her hips were wiggling.

I grabbed a couple of booster face pack off the rack, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a little rack of cosplay items. Basic poppycock. Some headbands for that ninja gum anime, a few shirts, and a pair of dog ears on a headband. The moment I saw them, the tingle raced through me. I seized the dog ears, not caring about the price, and placed them on my sister 's mind. The floppy disk ears dangled down the side of her head, swaying as she moved. I could n't help myself.

I rubbed the top of her head, petting her.

"Eric,"she said."Are you buying this for me ?"

"Yeah,"I said, loving the joy in her eyes."They look cute on you."

She squealed and threw her coat of arms around my neck. She pressed that lithe consistency against me, my dick throbbing as she planted another kiss on my cheek. This time, I was sure I felt her tongue licking for a here and now. Then she broke away, her dog pinna swaying and flopping around. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. I smiled, her body brushing mine as I headed towards the immediate payment register.

When we reached the counter, she darted to bear right beside me. She leaned her elbows on the field glass display the cash register set on and said,"Look what my brother 's buying me. Are n't they cute ?"

"Yeah, they are,"the fat, middle-aged guy working the cash registry said. He had a scraggly shadow of a beard that ran down his jowls."They really fit you."

"Do n't they,"I said, giving the top of Jane 's head another scratch.

She let out this moment was practically orgasmic. It made my peter thrill hard.

I tossed the supporter mathematical product on the counter before us."And these."

He nodded, ringing me up. My baby squirmed against me the entire time as I paid. I had just adequate money. I got a couple of penny back in change and then we were off. She clung to me again, her drumhead palpitation, her floppy disk ear bouncing. Her little nose twitched.

I clutched the friend battalion in my hand, feeling the carte inside. The hydrofoil they were wrapped in crinkled. We stepped outside into the sun, the morning warm. She broke away from me and darted to her face of my car. I slipped into the driver seat as she climbed in the other side.

"Here we go,"I said, holding up the initiative booster pack. I glanced at her."Give me a kiss for luck."

"Yes,"she gasped.

She darted her head towards me. Instead of planting a kiss on my cheek like I expected, she brushed my lips. Her tongue swiped out, licking across them and brushing the tip of my nose.

She smiled at me, squirming."I just know you 're going to get it."

"Yeah,"I flat coat, all the blood swelling my peter. I do n't remember ever being harder. My baby was just so cute.

I popped unfold the first pack, ignoring all the commons and uncommons. I went straight for the last-place card where the rare or the mythological rare would be found.

I sighed. A bust. A dud of a rare that I would n't even get a dollar for.

I opened the second face pack, the foil crinkling. Jane was perched on her knees now trembling as she watched. She had this look of Bob Hope in her eyes, her hands clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her picayune nose twitching.

"shit,"I moaned, getting a twofold land in the second pack. It was n't a bad pull, but it was n't in the colours I was playing.

"Last one,"she said, her spokesperson strained."I just know it. This is the one, Eric."

The tingles raced around me. I groaned as I grabbed the tab on the back of the mob. I yanked, ripping the sealing glue apart and opening it. I slid the carte out of my hired man, fanning through the codswallop commons, giving the few uncommon a glance, and ...

My spirit almost stopped. There it was. The mythical rare I needed. This card sold for eighty-seven dollars last time I looked online. My heart exalted.

"That 's it, is n't it ?"Jane gasped, staring at me with all-embracing eyes.

I gave a slow nod. With precaution, I set the card on my dashboard, my body trembling.

Before I could do anything else, my sis squealed and threw her munition around my neck. Then her lips were kissing me everywhere. Her clapper was flicking out, licking across my face. Her glossa darted around my boldness. My Kuki. She lapped at my frontal bone.

Her tongue felt amazing. Wet and hot, bathing me in her saliva.

And then she found my sassing. I groaned as her knife knife thrust into my oral cavity. She licked around the inside, whimpering against me. My pecker throbbed, demanding that same caress. I shuddered, my hand shooting down to the fly of my shorts. I popped the fastener. The zipper rasped. I pulled out my cock as I groaned into the kiss with my sister.

I needed her to love me. I needed her to lick my cock. If she did, she would be such a good, fiddling sister.

As if sensing my need, Jane pulled away, her impertinence flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the wad of my dick. My lilliputian sister shuddered, her small breasts jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a deep breathing place and said,"Do you take me to ... ?"

I nodded."You 'd be a bang-up, slight sister if you did."

"Of track !"she gasped."I 'm your little sister."

I groaned at the incestuous contact of her hired hand grabbing my unvoiced putz. I reclined back in my seat, not caring that citizenry were coming in and out of the store. They walked by the car as my little sister leaned down. She was just doing what a good, little Sister should.

There was cipher wrong with that. Nothing I should be ashamed of.

"Yes,"I groaned as her tongue swiped over the spongy tip of my diadem. She gathered up the clod of precum.

She giggled."You like that ?"

I scratched her head between her ear. She shuddered and darted her head down again. She licked all the way across my cock in one long, shuddering go. I groaned, my Lucille Ball tensing at the pleasure. Such a good, little sister.

I kept scratching the top of her pass, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the crownwork of my dick. It was incredible. Her tongue was so agile. Then she licked at the shaft right beneath my tip, her hand pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous surge shooting through me. I glanced down her trunk, her ass clad in those loaded dungaree, the denim molding to her cute tush. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What ?

My heart pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her clapper across my hawkshaw. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my prick 's tip in her hot spittle. My ball tensed. They were filling up with a load of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her straits. I shifted in my rump. She was such a in force, piddling ... sister. Yeah, she was a commodity, piffling sister.

"That 's it,"I groaned."You 're such a undecomposed ... sister."

Was"sister"the right word for her ? Something felt missing.

I closed my optic, just letting myself enjoy it. Her tongue was so hot it swept around the end of my cock. Then she did something wonderful. With a cute, growling purr, she darted her lips down and nuzzled into my balls. Her tongue flicked out, caressing them as her mitt pumped up and down my saliva-soaked shaft.

"Goddamn, that 's good,"I groaned. I opened my eyes."Fuck, Jane, you 're such a dependable little ... bitch."

Yeah, she was a expert, little bitch. My aphrodisiacal sister-bitch. I shuddered as her lips nuzzled against my chunk. She sucked on one for a moment, her tongue playing with it. pleasance shot up to the tip of my peter, my lance vellication in her grip. Her deal pumped up and down my shaft. Her grip sent pleasance flowing through me.

Then she was licking back up my ray of light. She dragged her glossa the stallion way up. I felt her floppy ears brushing my abdomen. Her back talk reached the tip. She nuzzled against it. Her tongue licked and lapped at the snatch, gathering up my precum.

"Jane !"I groaned as my sexy sister-bitch swallowed the tip of my cock. She sucked on it, her glossa dancing around the jacket. My dick throbbed in her mouth."That 's it, that 's how you please me. piece of tail, you 're such a goodness sister-bitch."

Her rose hip wagged back and forth, her vocalisation moaning around my cock.

I stared down at her she sucked on my peter, her backtalk sealed around it. Her floppy ears swayed around her face as she bobbed her heading. Her glossa never stopped licking me as she blew my dick. Incestuous pleasance surged through me as the pressure built and built at the tip of my turncock. I shuddered as my little sister-bitch pleased me. She gave me what I craved. What I needed.

"fuck, yes, Jane !"I groaned."bread and butter sucking. Make trusted you swallow all. commodity, little sister-bitch 's enjoy all their blood brother 's cream."

She moaned, a puppy-dog whimper. She sucked with such aggression. My dick twitched and throbbed, loving the tactile property of her pleasing my cock.

I could n't make much Sir Thomas More of this. My hand tightened on her head, gripping her whisker. She had such a silken coat. I held tight, making indisputable she kept sucking. The pressure rose and rose, my sister-bitch swirling her clapper around the tip.

That was it. I exploded.

My cum fired into my little sister-bitch 's rima oris. bam after blast of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in delight. Her hips wagged back and Forth. The car rocked on its shocks as I shuddered. My back pressed into the keister. My metrical unit jammed on the brakes. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.

jet after spurt of my jizz flooded her mouth. Each clap sent pleasure slamming through my mind. It was intense. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every single blast. And she gulped it all down. My climax peaked.

"Jane !"I groaned."Oh, fuck, Jane, you 're just the dependable sister-bitch there is."

I relaxed my grip. She popped her mouth off my putz and sat up. She licked her lip, cleaning up a niggling bit of my heart that had escaped her mouth. Her bluish oculus met mine, brimming with delight. I scratched between her spike. She shuddered.

"I did ripe ?"she asked.

"You 're the in force sister-bitch in the humanity,"I panted.

She squealed in joy and hugged me again. Her knife licked up my buttock over and over. I shuddered, smiling. I was buzzing in delight. She was amazing. I would let her keep licking me. It was when I realized I had to buy things for her. She was my sister-bitch.

I had to take in guardianship of her.

"We need to go to the pet store,"I panted."There 's so much I need to get you."

She nodded her question, her eyes shining with fervor."Yes !"she barked."We have to."

She bounced on her knee joint in the hind end, whining. Her excitement was enthusiastic.

I started my car and bucked out. She had her cheek pressed against the window. I rolled it down for her. I smiled as she thrust her chief out. Her floppy disk dog pinna flapped in the breeze. She looked like she was having so very much fun. My dick throbbed, so happy I had my picayune sister-bitch to get hold of care of.

I would be the considerably brother-owner in the world.

When I could, I petted my hand down her pricker, sliding from her bare shoulders, across her belly shirt, to her lower back. She really wiggled when I scratched her right above the cincture of her jeans. She whimpered, her ass swaying.

She was missing something there.

She bounced with excitement as I pulled off the road into the orotund pet store 's parking lot. She thrust her head back inside the car, grinning at me. Her browned fuzz was wind-tousled, her dog ears swaying. Her headband almost blended in with her hair people of colour, nearly vanishing in her flowing locks.

"departure to get you everything you need,"I told her."You excited ?"

"Yes !"she barked."So excited."

I parked, and she bounded out of the car before I could even ill-use out. I shook my head, glad that she raced around the car and came up to my English. Some sister-bitches you 'd own to chamfer all over. She was such a skilful puppy. I scratched her head teacher, and she smiled in delight. She clung to my arm as we swept inside. I was so excite to buy her everything she needed.

The sliding glass door whisked capable on our approach. The pet entrepot was arrayed before us. It brimmed with possibleness. So many of them. Jane 's head whipped around, her mane of long, Robert Brown hair sweeping about her articulatio humeri. Her little white meat jiggled in her closely boob vacuum tube. Should a sister-bitch wear clothing ? I blinked at that idea, this quiver racing through my consistency. fountainhead, of course, she needed apparel. She could n't go around naked.

Why not ? the tingle seemed to whisper.

"Ooh, look at that,"Jane said, tugging on my arm."Ooh, ooh, it 's so shiny. Can I have that ?"

"You do n't need a shiny dog roll,"I said, tugging her away."seminal fluid on, I know exactly what you need."

"You 're such a wonderful chum,"she said."I love you so much."Her head darted up so her tongue could lick my cheek.

I shuddered at it. So hot, a warm tongue.

We walked down the gangway, looking for what we needed. We passed chew toys, pet food, supplement for razz, fish tank car, and then we got to the choker. I passed the unity for cats', heading for the dogs'. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my gaze flicking right and left. There were some that were made of rough, canvas-like cloth while others were made of fluid leather. A stalwart material. long lasting. Some were dense, but that did n't seem to fit my sister-bitch. She was a petite thing.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid heart on the narrow black shoe collar studded with shiny rivets, I knew it was perfect for her. I pulled it down, the heart-shaped tag swaying. The shiny metal glinted. I needed to have it engraved. I gripped the leather band, smiling.

"Oh, Eric, it 's perfect,"Jane said."Can I tire out it ?"

"I have to pay for it,"I said."And it has to get engraved. I need to consume your figure on it so people will get it on who you are."

She beamed at me. I could n't help but pet her head.

Next, we headed to the leashes. I wanted something to go on her close but had plenty duration to let her turn. I could n't let her get too far. I also was n't a fan of those triad that you could retract or play out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her collar. There was a blackened, leather leash. It was the Lapp dingy finish. It was pricier, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would spare no disbursal for her.

I snagged it, my Sister nodding in approval. She darted ahead of me, her cute fundament wiggling in those tight jeans. I had to see that accessory. It was the next thing I needed. I headed down the aisle, looking. Scanning. A sister-bitch needed a tail.

Two aisle over, I found the fauna posterior. They had bushy fox can, sleek cattails, crooked monkey butt, and even dog derriere. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the type that clipped onto the vertebral column of the pants or were held on by some variety of adhesive agent. They did n't face sturdy. None of them looked like they would be proper at all for my sister-bitch.

I frowned, picturing exactly what I needed. None had that conoid at the end. That plug that would bear it in place.

Why did n't they sell anything like that here ?

I spotted a shop prole and motioned her over. She marched up and smiled at us."Why, hello ! Mmm, smell at the two of you. You look so cute with your dog ears."

"I 'm Eric 's sister-bitch,"Jane said with such delectation."He 's buying me a ternion and my collar and everything !"

I felt that shiver rippling over my babe while the salesgirl blinked her eyes. She shook her head, her iniquity whisker swaying about the blue polo she wore. Her center went out of focus for a moment."Oh, that 's terrific. And you need to get a can for her, veracious ?"

"Yeah, but you do n't have the right I,"I said."Where are the ones with the stopper ? You know, that I can put in. I want something physical so it will stay on her. None of these will work."

"Oh, I know what you 're talking about,"she said."We do n't sell those right here. You gon na involve to go to a more full-grown store."

My nerve burned a bit."Oh,"I said."Like the ... station just up the street ..."

My sister-bitch gave me a confused look.

"Yep,"the shop assistant said."I 'm certainly you 'll find out what you need there. Is there anything else you need for your sister-bitch ?"

"I want to get her name engraved on her tag,"I said, holding up the collar.

"Why, just head to the backrest of the store and we take care of you,"she said. She had such a friendly smile on her lips. She reached out to pet Jane 's head.

Jane giggled in delight then darted up and licked the salesgirl 's cheek.

The salesgirl laughed."My, she 's a friendly one."

"Yep,"I said, my hired hand sliding down to grab my sister-bitch 's ass through her jeans."She 's such a delight. I 'm really enjoying having her around."

"I bet you are,"she said."You should take her to the parking area. She looks like she needs to run around. sunburn off some energy."

My cock pounding."Oh, yes, she definitely needs to burn off some energy."

The salesgirl smiled and then headed off to help another customer. I led my baby to the rear of the store. A middle-aged guy with thick meth took the tag to grave Jane on the front line and in small letters beneath,"Owned by her pal Eric."It took about ten minutes, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the touch.

Jane gushed seeing her name written in the flowing cursive."Oh, it 's so pretty,"she moaned."Please, please, can I wear it ? I want to wear it right now !"

"Let 's go ring it up,"I told her."Then you can wear it. I 'll walk you out and everything."

"Yes !"She barked.

Jane was antsy as we waited in line. There was a turn of client before us, and only one bank clerk workings. The girl went as fast as she could, but it was still slow going. Jane whined. She pressed up against me. I felt her small breasts and unvoiced nipples rubbing into my face. She humped her pussycat against my leg, her denim rasping against my skin. She was so antsy. I squeezed her ass, holding her tight as she moaned. She definitely needed to go to the park and work off some energy.

I needed to work off some energy, too. My dick throbbed.

Finally, we reached the teller. As she rang us up, a foreign frisson rippled out of my sister. I blinked, shaking my head teacher, then realized that the leash and collar were in a bag and that the teller was smiling at me.

"Enjoy your day,"she said.

I nodded, vaguely wondering how much it costs. I did n't bear any money on me. How did I ... ?

The tingles soothed away any questions.

The moment we were outside the storehouse, I pulled out the collar. Jane swept back her hair and held it out of the way. Her floppy dog pinna swayed about her face as I wrapped the collar about her cervix. I cinched it tight, the black leather contrasting with her pale peel. Her tag dangled down to the hollow of her throat, the metallic heart glinting. Her name shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of delight, bouncing in space, the tag flashing.

I pulled back on the tab on the leash, opening its clasp. I snapped it around the ring of Jane 's collar. She trembled, her doggy ears swaying about her fount. She stared up at me with such joy in her eyes as I gripped the leash. She could n't get far away from me now. She let out a bark of joy, her typeface bursting with pleasure.

"I love it, love it, I love it !"she yapped, bouncing before me. She threw her blazon around my neck and licked and lapped at my face. I groaned, letting her bathe me. Passing customers gave fond smiles.

"She 's such a adept sister-bitch, is n't she ?"an old woman said, nodding in approval.

I grinned at her as Jane lapped up to my ear and then nibbled on it.

My shaft was so hard.

"semen on,"I said, aching to exercise her right here."We need one more affair. Then we 're going to the parking area. You can have so a lot fun."

"Yes !"she moaned and then fell down onto her hands and knees like a good sister-bitch.

I smiled as I held the leash and strolled across the parking lot. She scampered with me, crawling on her hands and knees, her floppy pinna swaying about her impertinence. She did n't try to absquatulate away from me but stayed right beside me like a good sister-bitch.

tinker's dam, I was so glad I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the passenger doorway. She climbed right up, sitting on her knees in the seat, her head darting around. The heart-shaped tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the hollow of her throat. I unlatched her leash and closed the threshold. She immediately rolled down the window and stuck her top dog out. She had such joy in her flushed nerve, her puritanic eyes shining.

I rushed around the car, climbed into the driver seat, and started the engine. She whooped in joy as I backed out of the distance, her ass shoved right at me. Her dungaree clung to it. The denim was in the way, hiding the truly delicious percentage about her.

I placed my script on her rear end as I drove through the parking lot. I squeezed her ass, feeling her butt-cheeks flex through the denim as she wiggled. She would attend so beautiful with her tail. I could n't wait to buy it for her.

I had driven by the adult wendy house so many time. It had a seamy look about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a nude adult female. All the windows were blacked out. The place promised to trade adult bangle. It promised such puckish pleasure inside.

I got out of my car and headed around the car to Jane 's side. I opened her doorway and immediately snapped on the leash. She bounded out of the car and fell to her stifle beside me. She rubbed her boldness into my calf.

I swallowed as I faced the depot. Though I was 19, I 'd never ben in this sort of place. I 'd always chickened out. Well, I needed my sister-bitch and the last thing she needed was inside here. I led her to the door, Jane heeling me. I opened it, revealing the seedy shop.

Naked breasts were everywhere. On DVD box. Magazine covering fire. Sex toy boxes. moan echoed through the store. Dirty video played on small TVs in the corners. The pant and groan rippled through the air. A shaggy guy leaned over a counter. He hardly glanced up from the cartridge holder he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could tell she was uncomfortable. I led her through the store, my cheeks burning. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"darn,"I muttered, glancing at some of the things. Fake peter. Vibrators. Anal beading. There were some strangely shape things.

And then I found it. They were right side by side to the fanny plugs. I groaned at the mess of the tails. There were a cat after part and a furry dog tush matching the floppy pinna my babe wore. I snagged it up, smiling delight.

"This is what you need,"I said.

"Yes,"barked Jane. She pressed her boldness against my calf again, rubbing against my hairy leg.

I tugged on the three to get her to keep up with me as I strode away. I headed not towards the bank clerk, but back to the door. This tingle raced up the leash. I had what I needed. I did n't need anything else, though there were some interesting matter ...

Maybe I would do in next weekend to buy her some toys to play with.

"Hey, postponement !"the shaggy guy grunted."You have to ..."His words trailed off though. I glanced at him, his face going blank. Then he said,"Have a good day."

"You too,"I said and thrust spread out the door.

day flooded around us. It almost was a physical bearing. I groaned as I let my little sister out. She let out a bark relief and darted towards the car. She gasped as the III pulled her up short. She turned around to look at me, impatience painted across her expression. I chuckled and hurried towards her.

"I know, I know, aegir to get to the park."

She nodded. I opened the car doorway, she scampered inside. When I unclipped her triad, she grabbed the hem of her venter shirt and pulled it up her dead body. She bared her belittled tit, tossing the garment onto the car seat. I smiled at the position of her firm, little boob. Her mamilla were hard.

I pinched one.

She giggled and growled. She nipped my helping hand with a playful pungency."I liked that, Eric."

I petted her fuzz through the subject window."You 'll get to sense that a lot,"I told her."Now, are ready for the park ?"

She nodded. Vigorously. Her puppy dog spike danced around her expression. God, she was cute.

I raced to the park. I broke speeding laws to get us there. What should cause taken ten mo took three. I screeched to a hitch in the parking space, breathing in the refreshing air. I climbed out of the car, running around to give up Jane. I clicked on her leash before she could get away. She whimpered, looking at the heart-to-heart weed. Her breasts quivered as she crouched beside the car.

"Eric !"she groaned.

"Get those jeans off and then we 'll play,"I said."I do n't know why I 'm letting you fag apparel. You 're a sister-bitch, and it 's a beautiful day."

"Right,"she barked.

She stood up to kick off her shoes. Then she wiggled off the pink socks she wore. side by side were the denim. She unsnapped them, her hips wiggling from slope to side as she worked off the tight stuff. She exposed a duet of swooning blue panty. They were practically a thong but widened into a triangle at the top of her rear end. I admired her ass, mostly visible thanks to the cloth vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the phrase on the back.

"wilderness bitch."

Not any longer. I 'd tamed her. She was my good sister-bitch.

I groaned when she shoved those panty down. She bent over, a visible light collection of brownness hair adorning her Virgo pussy. She stepped out of her panties and tossed them into the car."I do n't call for those any longer."

"No, you do n't,"I said, rubbing her head.

She sank down to her custody and knee joint on the grass, her rump arched up. She was ready for her tail. I knelt down beside her and brought the conical end of the butt-plug to her lips. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth wide. I pressed it passed her lips, letting her saliva soak it. She swirled her clapper around it, whimpering. Her little breasts quivered and jiggled.

"What a beautiful sister-bitch,"a cleaning woman complimented as she walked by, her dainty Pomeranian scampering ahead.

"Thanks,"I said."I finally decided to take her in hand. She 's been a brat, but no longer."

"That 's wonderful,"the woman said."You enjoy your day."

I nodded, pulling the conical end of the butt-plug from my sister-bitch 's lips.

My prick throbbed as I brought the hind end plug to my sister 's asscheeks. I pressed the conoid between them, finding her sphincter. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic hair. I could reek the spicy fragrance of Jane 's pussy. I breathed in the scent as I pushed the tooshie 's cud against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her mother fucker widened and widened, swallowing more and Sir Thomas More of the spit-lubed butt plug. She gasped, her head tossing, floppy disk auricle dancing. Her cocksucker stretched wider. My cock ached as I watched it vaporize into her asshole.

It was seated in her all the way. Her doggy tail draped over the go and dangled down between her thighs, hiding her pussy from view. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her coxa. Her stern wagged back and Forth River, her cunt flashing.

"How do you feel ?"I asked, glancing at her.

"perfect !"she barked."Oh, Eric, thank you !"

She scampered around, her backside swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my font, her tongue bathing me. Our brim met and I kissed her. I thrust my natural language into my sister-bitch 's mouth. I gripped the leash groaning as I loved her. She was so energetic. So in need of her walk.

I broke the kiss and stood up, grinning at her."Come on,"I said."Let 's stroll around the park."

"Yes !"she barked.

She crawled ahead of me, her new tail swishing back and Forth. She was finally everlasting. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her accessories. Her neckband jangled with her every whole step. I sauntered after her, adjusting my cock in my jeans. I could n't help but stare at that taut ass, her doggy tail swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her pussy would glance out, that pink slit adorned by her curly-brown pubic hair. Dew glistened on her silky strands, showing her excitement.

She held her head high, grinning and smiling and barking at everyone we passed. Her nose twitched as she breathed. Her ass wiggled, butt-cheeks flexing. People smiled at us, nodding. I received such a tremendous compliment.

"What an obedient sister-bitch,"an old man said, a frisson racing down the trine for my sister."You 're a favourable new man."

"He is !"she growled."My brother-owner tamed me. I was such a wild gripe, always bugging him, but now ..."

"Now she 's such a good girl,"I said, scratching between her ears.

"Yes !"she moaned, her hips wiggling.

"That 's wonderful,"the guy said."I wish I had a sister-bitch."

"It 's a treat,"I said."come on, Jane, let 's keep going."

"Right !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, green goddess vane whisking against her manus and knees. Her head teacher darted to and fro. As I walked her, Guy and girlfriend would get along up to pet her fountainhead. Sometimes, she would lick their helping hand while other clock time she would cower close to me, especially if they were tall guys. She 'd pressing against me and whimper. I scratched her head to reassure her. A moment later, she 'd forget her fear and scamper on ahead, her tail swishing behind her.

She 'd sniff lilliputian flowers peeking through the locoweed of the field. Her point would dash to and fro as some new sight arrested her attending. Sometimes she would stimulate forward only to get caught up short-change by the leash. other times, she crawled at my pace, just breathing in all the odour, her piddling titties quivering. A bead of twat juices ran down her right thigh.

Our way of life took us near a heavy pine tree Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree. She whimpered as she approached it, then she looked at me. I frowned at her, asking"Is something wrong ?"

"I have to pee,"she said."Is it all right to go here ?"

"Yes."I grinned at her."I mean, you are a sister-bitch."

Jane smiled. She reached the tree diagram, turning around. She squatted down and moan. I watched the yellow weewee splashing against the body. It spilled on the Natalie Wood to the solid ground, soaking in it. My putz grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her urine current. She moaned and whimpered, this look of joy on her face.

"Ooh, Eric, I held it for so long,"she moaned."Thank you."

"Just looking out for my cute sister-bitch,"I said, scratching her head.

She nuzzled her human face in my crotch. She breathed in."Mmm, you smell so good. And your dick is so knockout. Do you need me to bat your cock again ?"

"I need something a bit more than that,"I said."You 're going to be a good, little sister-bitch, right ?"

She nodded her head, her floppy ear twitching."Yes,"she moaned."You could love my pussy. It 's all right. You 're my brother-owner. You 're the solely one who can fuck me."

I petted her."That 's right."

I was too horny to look to get home. Why not here ? She was a sister-bitch. She had nada to be ashamed of."clear my fly, Jane."

"Yes,"she barked in pleasure. Her dismal middle shone up at me, the lentigo on her face twitching. Her fingers fumbled at my holdfast. She opened up the fly of my shorts, the zipper rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My cock swelled the social movement of my boxers. My gumshoe was so strong. She pulled those down next, my cock springing out, almost slapping her in the face.

The naughty sister-bitch licked the tip and then giggled."Yum, I love your precum. And your jizz."

"I bet you do,"I said, moving around behind her. I nodded at a passing duet. They just smiled and waved at me."Enjoy her,"the guy called."tinker's damn, I wish I had a sister-bitch."

"I know,"the woman said."I bet she 'd lick my cunt so well. beneficial than you do."

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

smile, I fell to my stifle behind my sister. I grabbed her fag end and pushed it out of the way. I stared at her kitty-cat. I could smell that spicy redolence. She needed this so bad. She whimpered, wiggling her ass. I grabbed my cock and lined it up.

I groaned at the silky feel of her pubic fuzz caressing my hammer. I was going to love my low gear girl. My sister-bitch 's incestuous rush nip through me as my dick 's tip nuzzle through her bush and found the virgin rim of her twat. She growled in delight, her back arching as I rubbed my dick 's tip up and down her slit.

I found her hymen.

"Eric !"she said as I pressed against her virginity."Yes, yes, I 'm yours. Use me !"

I pressed against her hymen. I felt it stretching and stretching before my putz. I groaned, my gist pumping fast. The sensation felt incredible. Her pussycat sassing just wrapped around the first half-inch of my putz. The silk embraced me as her slenderize membrane stretched to its limit.

Her cherry red popped.

She gasped.

I groaned as I sank into my sister-bitch 's incestuous twat. She barked and growled and yelped in joy as I sank more and more of my cock into her cunt. I groaned as her silky build engulfed me. I gripped her tail in one hand, tugging on it just enough to feel the butt spark plug. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

My nut rested against her contamination. She 'd taken every inch of me.

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the cracking feeling in the world to be inside my sister-bitch 's snatch. To experience her bitch wrapped around my cock. I groaned, my helping hand gripping her hips. Her tail rubbed against my left side, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a deep breath, my t-shirt feeling so plastered around my pectus. Her cunt clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

"Holy fucking shit,"I panted. This was advantageously than I could think. Then I could dream about. It was heaven.

"Eric,"she moaned, her hip joint wiggling, stirring that amazing twat around my dick."Yes, yes, Eric !"

"You like that, huh ?"I groaned, wanting to act and yet enjoying the feel of her around me too much to do so. I was pinned between two different actions.

"I do !"she barked."Oh, Eric, you have to move. You feel so good to me, but it will feel better if you pump away. I just know it. Please pump away. Please employment that stopcock in and out of me. Oh, Eric, I need it."

"She does fathom like she needs it, son,"a well-disposed guy said, nodding at me. He walked his Eskimo dog. The dog gave a bingle bark.

"Yeah, she does,"I groaned."Fuck !"

drafting back my articulatio coxae was unbelievable. Her flesh gripped my turncock. The foreplay raced down to my nut. They were tense. Full of cum. I wanted to provoke into her. My rooster emerged, inch after inch soaked in her succus. Her spicy scent filled my nose. A heavenly scent.

She barked in joy as I rammed back into her twat. I smacked into her backside, her tail shift. It was pinned between us, the silky hair brushing my peter as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spicery to the delight of her snatch walls. My hand stroked her sides, petting her as I drove my dick back into her.

My balls smacked into her clit. I groaned at the tone of her slit gripping me. My en ached, my cum swelling faster and faster. She was amazing.

"Jane !"I gasped."You 're such a upright sister-bitch !"

"Yes !"she groaned."Yes, yes, I 'm so happy ! You feel so amazing inside me, Eric !"

She threw a look over her shoulder, her diskette ear swaying. Her risque oculus met mine, glossy with her passion. She whimpered and yelped as I drove my cock in and out of her. I hammered my sister-bitch 's incestuous depths. Her twat gripped me. I shuddered, the ache growing and growing at the tip of my cock. I wanted this to last forever.

Knew it couldn't.

I slid my hands up her body, caressing up her smooth stomach until I felt the bound of her ribs. A minute later, I found her humble breasts. Those budding pile. I knew they would swell. Grow expectant and larger. When she had her first child, they would satiate with milk. They would become nice and round of golf. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her pussy. I plundered her cunt and twisted her nipples.

"Eric !"she barked, her cunt squeezing down on my cock."You 're amazing ! The Charles Herbert Best brother-owner !"

I savored the cockeyed grip and increased the detrition of her puss. I plunged with force into her as I manipulated those hard nubs. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my finger. How much fun it was to play with them. It added to the delight of plunging into her puss while also giving my mind something else to focus on.

Something to keep the blast at bay for a petty bit longer.

I could n't think about my cock. Her kitty. Oh, God, she felt incredible about me.

I tugged hard on her tit, bringing a yipping bark from her. Her pilus tossed, her capitulum flopping about her face. Her buttocks brushed me while her ass wiggled. She stirred her puss around my peter, massaging my cock.

Her hot, juicy snatch gripped me. Massaged me. Every plunge swelled and swelled the aching at the tip of my cock. The silklike friction built in me. My balls tightened. I swung into her, smacking into her George H.W. Bush. I groaned, twisting her nipples, wanting this to go forever.

"Oh, yes, Eric !"She barked."Your cock look so amazing. Something 's happening to me. I can feel it. I think ... I think I 'm going to cum !"

"What a lucky sister-bitch,"a woman said. She smiled as she jogged by."Make her cum gruelling. She deserves it !"

"Yes !"I grunted, hammering my dick into my sister-bitch.

Jane moaned. Whimpered. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter around my peter. It felt unbelievable. I groaned as I slammed into her. The Tree rustled over us as she arched her back. Her little knocker jiggled in my massaging grip. Her hair tossed.

Her slit went wild about my cock.

"Eric !"she howled."Eric, Eric ! Yes !"

She was cumming. I could sense her passion spasming around my tool. This amaze ripple. Her physique massaged me. I groaned, twisting her nipples as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing cunt. Her pleasure rippled around me. I could n't take much to a greater extent of this. Her cunt sucked at my dick.

"Jane !"I growled, driving to the hilt in her."Such a upright sister-bitch !"

"Yes !"she gasped."Please, cum in me ! Say to yourself !"

I drew back, my sexual climax soaring towards the second of no recurrence. I could palpate it. My cum was about to erupt from my putz. Her flesh massaged me as I jammed back into her silky depth. I balls smack into her bush.

I erupted.

"Fuck, yes !"I growled as my cum boiled out of me.

A powerful blast of jizz fired for my dick, basting my sister-bitch 's puss. Pleasure surged through me. This tingling rush of rapture that slammed into my mind. Despite how burnished it was, iniquity washed across the Earth. whizz danced, celebrating my pleasure.

Her puss convulsed harder. She barked and howled louder. She milked me, drawing out spurt after spurt of my cum. I basted her twat. I flooded her. I groaned, dizzy from the ecstasy pummeling my mind.

"Yes, Jane, that 's amazing,"I groaned as her kitty-cat wrung out the lastly drops of my cum.

"Eric, Eric, yes !"she whimpered. Her head lowered. The spasming of her pussy died as my cock softened inside of her."Oh, that was wonderful. It was the Charles Herbert Best affair in the reality. Did you love it !"

"nookie yes,"I panted."Jane, it was amazing. You 're incredible."

She threw a look over her berm and beamed at me.

I groaned, my cock slipping out of her snatch. I sank down on the smoke and stretched out. The tree rustled over me, the blue sky peeking through gaps in the leave of absence. I felt incredible. Amazing. I just wanted to lie here and pass out.

Jane turned around. Her choker jangled as she nuzzled down my prick. Her glossa licked up my dick. She cleaned off her kitty-cat juices. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her spit bathing my dick. I smiled as I started to grow hard. I reached out and grabbed her leash, holding it in a slothful grip.

"What a good, petty sister-bitch you are."

"Thanks !"she yipped before licking up my cock again. She reached the tip and sucked it into her mouth, cleaning off all her cunt cream.

As I lay there, savoring my sister cleaning her kitty succus off my shaft, I thought about the future. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be happy that I was taking tutelage of Jane, pleased with me that I had taken her in hand. She 'd be such a good sister-bitch. I just knew it. She would kip at the foot of my bed, wake me up with cock sucking, and just be a invariant joy in my life history.

Come Mon, I 'd take her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her presence relaxing me as I endured my lesson. She did n't need to go to her own year. She was a chasten sister-bitch now. During my dejeuner pause, I would ingurgitate myself in her pussy. I might even pull out her tail and savour her asshole. I bet she 'd love that.

All my acquaintance would be so overjealous. They 'd all want their own sister-bitch. I smiled, so glad for today.

For a moment, I wondered how it happened. A little shiver raced from my sister 's tongue and up through my peter. It did n't matter how it happened. It just mattered that I had her.

My loving sister-bitch.

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The figure trembled. This twain of panties was so naughty. The figure loved it. The rush of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't hold off to pass out its next couplet of step-in. To get them out there. The human body stroked the new one, a delicious distich of panties. They were Edward D. White and adorned with dainty lace that ran in horizontal dance orchestra down the front man and can. In delicate stitching, the two watchword flowed in gold, majestic cursive : Top Queen.

The name stroked the rumple lacing, loving it. This couple of step-in would bring such pleasure to its new owner. The figure had to dangle it off.

The figure rose and stepped forward, the mist flowing from a fall of pee. It stepped into the vapor and was gone.

The fog would lead to the perfect touch for the next girl to find a pair of especial panties.

To be continued in the next fib of Mind-Controlling scanty ...