Megan's Mom

I waited money box my parents finally left the house. My mom was adjusting my dad's tie and applying mascara and searching her handbag. I pretended to focalize on my homework, I bent over my ledger and take the appointment again while underlining some of the dustup in my notebook. They were finally ready to go. My mom was telling me to be careful and to not do anything crazy.

I smiled innocently and said I was just going to see some tv once I was done with my homework. Of course that was a lie. The instant I heard the car scratch and force away I jumped up from the table. I slammed my Christian Bible close and went snooping into my dads office. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical society. I had heard him talk about it with my mom, he was supposed to promote and sell this new drug, it was a even depressant like alprazolam or Prozac or something, but as a English effect the patient would become very ductile and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my Father had said angrily, it's unethical, I don't want to sell that crap.

I didn't concern about the ethics of it all. I was just blinded by the word ‘ mind Control.'For month now I'd been fantasizing about Megan's mom. Megan was in my college cheerleader team and Megan's mom always picked us up. She washed our uniforms and sowed the arc back when they fell off. By accident I'd discovered she was into bdsm and rick, I saw it on her computer, and it got my mind running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and curl so badly.

I opened the drawers of my Padre's desk and found an array of medicine. I didn't know which one was which. There was a spray, a powder, a drink, a bunch of pills. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my pockets.

I got in the car and went over to Megan's firm. Her female parent opened the door, she was wearing a non-white pencil doll with a silk blouse.

‘ jenny ass ? What are you doing here ?'she asked in a warm and caring voice. ‘ Megan isn't home base right now.'

I suppressed the impulse to say that I already knew that. ‘ fountainhead maybe you can avail me, miss Abberdeen,'I said innocently. ‘ I just necessitate individual to peach to.'

She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me in. She smelled nice, a bracing flowery scent. ‘ O please love, call me Tricia,'she said. ‘ What's wrongly ?'

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

‘ I'll draw it,'I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the water I looked through the medications in my pocket. I skimmed over the information leaflets and slope effects, until I found the one I was looking for, although the spray could also be interesting to experiment with later this evening.

I crushed the little anovulatory drug under a spoon and mixed it in with her tea, then I put the cup in front of her.

‘ Thanks, for talking to me.'I said.

She insisted that it wasn't a problem at all, that she would gladly be there for me. She took a sip of tea. Watching her lips pouting around the rim of the cup, seeing the amber colored tea slipping into her mouth, knowing that it would make her a tranquillise malleable marionette, it made me horny. I felt my pussy throb and crossed my wooden leg.

‘ spill the noodle,'she said. ‘ Tell me what's haywire, sweety.'

I made up a story about male child, an advise inquiry. She listened carefully. I kept watching her breast behind the silk blouse, they were just so unwaveringly and stave, the mamilla prodding through the white fabric. As we talked I saw her palpebra drooping a fiddling bit, her speech got a small bit slurred and she couldn't seem to focalize.

Was this it ? Or would the drugs have an even bigger impression if I waited some more ? I kept on talking, too nervous, too shy to actually do something.

‘ I'm sorry, honey.'Tricia's oculus closed for a while and she grabbed her own top dog. ‘ I don't know what's wrong with me. I just palpate so woozy all of a sudden. I can't seem to focus. Maybe I need some water.'She tried to get up.

‘ I'll get it.'I said. ‘ You stay here.'I ran to the kitchen filled a glass with water and a got another lozenge out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the small oral contraceptive. This'll help.'

She stared at me as if she didn't understand. A dummy look on her grimace. ‘ Tricia.'I said to snaffle her attention. ‘ Here take this pill.'

Still with that Lapplander space looking at on her aspect she picked the footling ovalbumin contraceptive pill from my hand and put it in her mouth. ‘ I'm sorry, jenny ass,'she said. ‘ I just feel so uncanny all of a sudden. I just don't know ... I don't ... I ...'She sank back into the couch.

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

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

‘ fountainhead you gave me a lot of advise on boys, but actually I wanted to learn Sir Thomas More about girls and women.'I let my hand wander over her cheek, tickling her cervix then finally cupping one of her big breasts. It was slightly heavy, I squished my fingers in it, bumping it up and down.

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

‘ Yes I am,'I said confidently.

She nodded.

‘ As a matter of fact. It makes you very very horny, you want me to bear on you more, you want to subject to my touching, submit to my wishes.'My heart was pounding in my throat. I didn't know if it would work, but I certainly hoped so. My fingers were trembling, my pussy was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her side, but zero happened.

Again I cupped her boob, her eyes closed in joy, her lips parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her back, pushing her boob into my fingers. So apparently my suggestions had worked indeed.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my hand under the silk, into her bra. Her skin was so soft, it dented beneath my finger, I pushed my hand further until I found the pap. Carefully I massaged the fiddling nodule. She was panting, her eyes closed, a sonant moan every once in a while.

‘ O jenny,'she muttered.

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

‘ Yes schoolmistress,'she said willingly.

A salvo of foreplay flooded my physical structure. It would work. It was working already. Her mind was indeed as tensile as a part of Lucius Clay. flighty tingling. I bent over and press out my lips against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my spit into her mouth. In between my peg my pussy was tingling uncontrollably. I rubbed myself against her.

‘ Now listen slave,'I said to her. ‘ I know about your mystic, I know that you like to be tied down. I saw it on your computer. You wouldn't want anyone to detect out would you ?'

‘ No, fancy woman,'she said.

‘ So maybe you should do as your told, maybe you should let yourself be trained to be my little slave.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ So tell me, where do you observe your roach ?'

She said she would point it to me and I followed her to the sleeping room. It was a nice big bed with red satin sheets, that were very soft and slippery. She bent over and pulled out a box from under the bed it was filled with all form of toy dog. I picked up a long soft rope and twisted it around my own arm.

‘ This'll do,'I said nodding. ‘ Undress yourself.'I climbed onto the bed and watched as she slipped her silk blouse off her shoulders, she unzipped the pencil doll and pushed it past her pelvic girdle. She was beautiful, she had Nice curvaceous hips and a soft tummy. In her underpants she stood in front of me. I ordered her to come closer and I slid my script in between her legs. I felt a damp muggy slur in her panties.

‘ You're such a aroused lilliputian slave,'I said. I felt her thighs clenching my finger, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, mistress,'she said.

I grabbed the rope tighter. I had never done this for real. I had studied a million ‘ how to'video's on the internet. I had practices on my own leg, but I've never actually tied someone else. Still I wrapped the Mexican valium around her torso, I remembered every undivided dance step. I tied up her dummy, so they were nice and bout and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a knot over her clitoris that would push into her everytime she moved and then I ordered her to lay down on the bed and I secured her firmly until she was completely incapacitated and unable to go anywhere or do anything, she could only wriggle and wrestle.

I looked down on her, her naked eubstance, her flabby hide. She was getting aroused and hornier, she seemed to rub her pussy over the rope on purpose. I caressed her and wondered if I could make her cum.

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

Her eye were close, her breathing very shallow, she was all tensed up.

‘ Now cum for me slave,'I ordered.

Her body started rocking. She was moaning loudly, her back arching. I just looked at her soundbox in awe. I rubbed my fingers over my kitty. I just couldn't mastery myself any more. I undressed myself and laid down on top of her. My snatch rubbing against hers, against the knot that was there. I was rocking back and forth getting hornier and hornier.

I pushed my fingers into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my mind. I had fingered myself a yard times, I didn't want to feel myself, I wanted her to please me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my pussy was right in her human face. I sat down and held myself at the head circuit card. Everytime she breathed out I felt a diffused walkover whizzing past my pubis.

‘ Lick me,'I said. ‘ peg out your tongue.'

She obeyed and a warm wet agile tongue skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner thigh, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my clitoris. I was trembling with arousal. My hands squeezing into the head add-in. I could hardly control myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just palpitation and spasming every time the tip of her tongue bumped into my little clit. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing pleasure bursting through my body. I was in heaven, for a moment there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the residual of my life. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too deluge with pleasure and stimulation. I just remember laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. ventilation. Slowly breathing, while the last derriere of my orgasm subsided.

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

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

‘ You are gross'she said.

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

‘ Now slave,'I told her, ‘ you will forget everything that has happened tonight, but in the future you'll inexplicably just desire to obey me, want to serve me, want to be my slave. Knowing I'm your mistress, knowing you should do exactly as I tell you, just turns you on, doesn't it ?'

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ And you don't want anyone to find out about it, so maybe it should be our petty secret.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the little sprayer bottle as I studied the information leaflet. I followed the program line. I stretched my arm out in movement of me, and sprayed a little huff into her face. A sweetness mist came out that landed over her nose and mouth.

Her oculus started rolling in her straits. Her school-age child dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her torso was going hitch already. I gave her another good puff. Now her optic closed completely and her head slumped to the side.

I untied her and removed all evidence that I had been there. Slowly I closed the door behind me and went home base. Tomorrow at cheer practice I would ask her to bring me some weewee, that would be a dim-witted appointment to jump with, to see if it would make her horny, to see if she was indeed my slave. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the other thing I could relieve oneself her do in the future, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just slip her more of those pills until she was addicted to me .