Mind-Control panty

news report Eight : Hot & Naughty Bitch

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure entered a store it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the type of store it had never ventured into before. It was n't the form of lieu that immature lady friend shopped at. Nor was it even a place that people typically went to to find clothing. It was a gaming computer storage.

The place tingled its senses. The air hummed with probability, luck, and stake. The possibility sent a rush through its veins. If it had n't found this new heights of psyche ascendancy, it would be tempted to see what sort of mischief-making it could get up to in here.

None of the customer, almost entirely manful, noticed its presence as it ghosted between the shelf covered in fanciful ware. Everything from role-playing game books to miniature war game figures abounded. The shelves were stocked with all mode of dice and rulers and paints and card arm and a host of former items the figure had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its horse sense, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the figure 's hired man was a special brace of panties. It was cut narrow-minded than other ones it had dropped off, almost a flip-flop save it spread into a trilateral patch of cloth at the back with adequate room for two words to be written : Wild Bitch. Printed in vermilion letters, the phrase contrasted with the pale blue polyester/cotton blend.

With a pic, it tossed its creation onto a box of war game miniatures, the exemplar on the book binding all brandishing futuristic weapons.

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

Only its destined owner would.

With a final groan, the figure slipped away with nondescript ease through the fanboys browsing the product. It passed by guy rope excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a rare card out of a booster pack or at finding the last box of a set of miniatures. As the number stepped out, a young man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a put-on look on his youthful face. The nineteen-year-old boy was marvelous with a moon curser build. He looked athletic and more put together look than the usual business that shopped here. He wore a nasty tank top made of some futuristic fabric that hugged his trunk and a duo of running shorts. He had dark glasses perched on his head teacher. He was on his college 's trail and theater of operations team, but he was also someone who enjoyed playing payable card games.

There was a new set out for his favorite one.

He had a put-on look because of who trailed after him. His picayune sister, Jane.

She had long, brown hair, I lighter hue than her chum 's short locks. She stood slender, appearing almost like a tomboy. She wore a baggy t-shirt and free denim, a baseball cap perched on her head. Her blue eyes, the same shade as her elderly pal, flicked around while she gushed at all the wonderful sights. A smile banquet on her lips, dimpling her freckled cheeks.

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

"Dungeons & Dragons,"Eric said."RPG game."

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

He rolled his eyes. His sister did n't seem to point out that he grit his dentition. He shook his chief, hating that his parents forced him to watch her for the afternoon. He was already heading towards the booster rocket large number, eager to pull in out a few of them and open them. There was a mythic rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get lucky.

It would dispatch his deck.

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

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

Without thought, she shoved the step-in into her blue jean. She whirled around and saw her brother on the other side of the store. She darted past a exhibit, eager to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her older sidekick.

If she could, she would conform to 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-off. The atmospheric condition was with child, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to point to the game store. I had another twenty I could spend on lifter packs. Maybe this time I get the carte. I could n't afford to buy it, it was way too much on the petty market. It would complete my deck of cards. I wanted to be ready for next Friday night.

Deciding on heading to the game fund instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a dyad of jean shorts. I snagged a taut T-shirt, pulling it over my fit figure. I stood up, stretching. My stomach rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched candid the threshold and came face-to-face with my picayune sister.

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

She had on a blotto distich of blue jean that hugged her flesh. The dungaree clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't have very much hips, she had some feminine curve to her eighteen-year-old body. Even unusual, I could see her tummy. She wore a belly shirt, a fringe of pinko running down beneath the textile cupping her diminished boob. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a band of purple cloth wrapped around her torso. I shivered as this strange prickling running through me. It rippled across my hide and ended at my cock. I started to chub up.

Why was I getting hard at the ken of my little Sister ?

"Hey,"she said, this big grin on her face. It really set off the freckle on her human face."You going somewhere ?"

"Yeah, to the secret plan store,"I said.

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

Normally, I would say no, but all the blood was rushing to my dick. She was looking ... sexy. Her tum was flat and tone up, her boob, while belittled, had a nice condition to them. Her nipples pressed hard, poking at the slim down cloth.

"Sure."

Joy burst to life in her heart. She squealed and threw her blazon around my cervix. She bounced up and planted a kiss on my cheek. I could 've sworn I felt her natural language for a instant like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this looking at of scummy joy, this risky delight.

I could n't help but note the light-blue bound of her step-in peeking out of the low-riding jeans she wore.

When did my little sister get hot ? Damn.

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

"Only one way to happen out,"I said, my dick at a fully erection. I wanted to adjust myself, but I could n't in front of my piffling sister. Damn, she smelled honest, too. Something like lilac in the air. This flowery scent. Perfume ? Jane was wearing perfume and makeup ?

What was going on ?

I felt that shudder racing through me the entire way down the step. I could n't help but detect her firm, small bosom jiggling in her closely top. They were blossoming into a delectable couplet of breasts. I was rock-hard. I wanted to head back to my sleeping room and stroke my cock while thinking about my little sister. This was insane. She felt so Nice against my arm. She rubbed her cheek against my shoulder joint, giggling in delight.

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

Our mother peeked in from the kitchen."Oh, do n't you two look precious together. I 'm gladiola you 're spending some metre with your lilliputian sister. I know how much she loves hanging out with you."

"Yeah,"I said, trying not to ogle my sister 's budding titty in front of my mother."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 rider fanny of my Toyota Corolla. It was over a tenner old, but it ran. I slipped in and started it up. She was bouncing on her butt, her light-brown hair swaying about her case. Her jugal bone were delicate, her lips ruby red. The eye shadow only enhanced the deep blue of her eyes. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her let on diaphragm and lure cleavage. Even her shoulders were cute.

Damn. I could get used to having a bug sister who looked like this.

We reached the game stock after about ten minutes, Jane bursting out of the car and racing around to my side before I could rise out. She took my arm the minute I got out, rubbing her face against my arm. I kinda liked it. There was something ... affectionate about it. The gesture reminded me of something, but I could n't quite put my digit on it. It was in the rachis of my brain, but I ignored it. I headed inside, the gong tinkling as we entered.

It was Saturday, so the place was packed. There was some card tournament going on in the back, a bunch of players huddled around close down table. They were n't playing my game. It looked like one of the gum anime ones with the cute girls. I was n't quite into that. Dragon Ball Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's psyche darted leftover and right as we headed towards the booster packs. She chatted, her vocalisation making this soothing background disturbance. I paid only half attention of what she said, it was all just excited barks. Cute, but meaningless. Her question darted around, her eyes wide. I swear her pelvis were wiggling.

I grabbed a brace of booster amplifier clique off the wheel, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a small wrack of cosplay token. Basic stuff. Some headbands for that ninja anime, a few shirts, and a pair of dog ears on a headband. The moment I saw them, the thrill raced through me. I seized the dog ears, not caring about the price, and placed them on my sister 's forefront. The floppy disk ears dangled down the side of her foreland, 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 oculus."They look precious on you."

She squealed and threw her arms around my cervix. She pressed that lithe eubstance against me, my peter throb as she planted another kiss on my cheek. This sentence, I was sealed I felt her tongue licking for a second. Then she broke away, her dog ear swaying and flopping around. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. I smiled, her body brushing mine as I headed towards the cash register.

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

"Yeah, they are,"the fat, middle-aged guy working the John Cash register said. He had a scraggly phantom of a byssus that ran down his jawbone."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 shaft pounding hard.

I tossed the booster amplifier products on the counter before us."And these."

He nodded, ringing me up. My Sister squirmed against me the entire time as I paid. I had just enough money. I got a couple of cents back in change and then we were off. She clung to me again, her brain shaking, her floppy ears bouncing. Her little nose twitched.

I clutched the booster amplifier plurality in my hired man, feeling the cards inside. The foil they were wrapped in crinkle. We stepped outside into the sun, the good morning warm. She broke away from me and darted to her side of my car. I slipped into the driver hindquarters as she climbed in the other side.

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

"Yes,"she gasped.

She darted her head towards me. Instead of planting a buss on my impudence like I expected, she brushed my mouth. 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 background, all the blood swelling my peter. I do n't recall ever being harder. My sister was just so cute.

I popped open the first pack, ignoring all the green and uncommons. I went straight for the survive menu where the rare or the mythic rare would be found.

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

I opened the second pack, the foil crinkling. Jane was perched on her knees now trembling as she watched. She had this looking of hope in her eyes, her hands clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her little poke twitching.

"Damn,"I moaned, getting a twofold solid ground in the mo pack. It was n't a bad twist, but it was n't in the coloration I was playing.

"live on one,"she said, her phonation strained."I just know it. This is the one, Eric."

The tingles raced around me. I groaned as I grabbed the tab on the book binding of the pack. I yanked, ripping the sealing mucilage apart and opening it. I slid the placard out of my hand, fanning through the trash common, giving the few uncommon a glance, and ...

My heart almost stopped. There it was. The mythological rare I needed. This add-in sold for eighty-seven dollars last time I looked online. My fondness exalted.

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

I gave a slow nod. With care, I set the card on my dashboard, my organic structure trembling.

Before I could do anything else, my sis squealed and threw her arms around my neck. Then her mouth were kissing me everywhere. Her tongue was flicking out, licking across my cheek. Her tongue darted around my cheeks. My chin. She lapped at my frontal bone.

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

And then she found my backtalk. I groaned as her tongue drive into my mouth. She licked around the inside, whimpering against me. My dick throbbed, demanding that same caress. I shuddered, my paw shooting down to the fly of my shorts. I popped the fastener. The zip rasped. I pulled out my cock as I groaned into the candy kiss with my sister.

I needed her to make out me. I needed her to puzzle out my turncock. If she did, she would be such a beneficial, trivial sister.

As if sensing my need, Jane pulled away, her cheeks flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the sight of my dick. My little sister shuddered, her small titty jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a deep breathing time and said,"Do you need me to ... ?"

I nodded."You 'd be a great, petty sister if you did."

"Of course !"she gasped."I 'm your piddling sister."

I groaned at the incestuous contact of her hand grabbing my hard hawkshaw. I reclined back in my seat, not caring that people were coming in and out of the storehouse. They walked by the car as my petty sis leaned down. She was just doing what a sound, minuscule sister should.

There was zip legal injury with that. Nothing I should be ashamed of.

"Yes,"I groaned as her natural language swiped over the spongy tip of my crest. She gathered up the glob of precum.

She giggled."You like that ?"

I scratched her mind between her ears. She shuddered and darted her caput down again. She licked all the way across my cock in one long, shuddering go. I groaned, my testis tensing at the delight. Such a expert, little sister.

I kept scratching the top of her head, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the crown of my peter. It was incredible. Her tongue was so agile. Then she licked at the shaft right beneath my tip, her handwriting pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous flush shooting through me. I glanced down her eubstance, her rump clad in those squiffy jean, the dungaree molding to her cunning cigaret. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What ?

My heart pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her tongue across my shaft. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my dick 's tip in her hot spit. My balls tensed. They were filling up with a load of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her mind. I shifted in my seat. She was such a good, little ... sister. Yeah, she was a well, little sister.

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

Was"babe"the good word for her ? Something felt missing.

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

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

Yeah, she was a good, little bitch. My sexy sister-bitch. I shuddered as her sassing nuzzled against my balls. She sucked on one for a second, her spit playing with it. Pleasure shot up to the tip of my putz, my shaft twitching in her grip. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft. Her grip air pleasance flowing through me.

Then she was licking back up my beam. She dragged her tongue the full way up. I felt her floppy capitulum brushing my stomach. Her mouth reached the tip. She nuzzled against it. Her tongue licked and lapped at the slit, gathering up my precum.

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

Her pelvic girdle wagged back and Forth, her articulation moaning around my cock.

I stared down at her she sucked on my cock, her rim sealed around it. Her floppy disk ears swayed around her face as she bobbed her head. Her tongue never stopped licking me as she blew my dick. Incestuous pleasure surged through me as the pressure sensation built and built at the tip of my cock. I shuddered as my fiddling sister-bitch pleased me. She gave me what I craved. What I needed.

"Fuck, yes, Jane !"I groaned."Keep sucking. Make sure you swallow all. trade good, little sister-bitch 's enjoy all their brother 's cream."

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

I could n't take much more of this. My hand tightened on her heading, gripping her hair. She had such a sleek coating. I held wet, making sure she kept sucking. The pressure sensation rose and rose, my sister-bitch swirling her tongue around the tip.

That was it. I exploded.

My cum fired into my little sister-bitch 's mouth. Blast after bam of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in delectation. Her hips wagged back and forth. The car rocked on its shocks as I shuddered. My back pressed into the seat. My foot jammed on the brakes. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.

Spurt after spurt of my jizz flooded her mouth. Each irruption sent delight slamming through my mind. It was intense. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every individual eruption. And she gulped it all down. My orgasm peaked.

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

I relaxed my grip. She popped her mouth off my stopcock and sat up. She licked her lips, cleaning up a small bit of my mettle that had escaped her mouth. Her blue center met mine, brimming with pleasure. I scratched between her ears. She shuddered.

"I did near ?"she asked.

"You 're the best sister-bitch in the world,"I panted.

She squealed in delight and hugged me again. Her tongue licked up my cheek over and over. I shuddered, smiling. I was buzzing in pleasure. She was amazing. I would let her celebrate licking me. It was when I realized I had to buy matter for her. She was my sister-bitch.

I had to take attention of her.

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

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

She bounced on her knees in the rear, 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 promontory out. Her floppy dog ear flapped in the snap. She looked like she was having so much fun. My dick throbbed, so glad I had my little sister-bitch to rent concern of.

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

When I could, I petted my hand down her spikelet, sliding from her bare shoulders, across her belly shirt, to her depressed book binding. 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 large pet depot 's parking lot. She thrust her pass back inside the car, grinning at me. Her brown hairsbreadth was wind-tousled, her dog ears swaying. Her headband almost blended in with her hair color, nearly vanishing in her flowing locks.

"passing 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-treat out. I shook my head, glad that she raced around the car and came up to my side. Some sister-bitches you 'd have to chase all over. She was such a good puppy. I scratched her head, and she smiled in delight. She clung to my arm as we swept inside. I was so excited to buy her everything she needed.

The sliding field glass door whisked spread on our approach. The pet stock was arrayed before us. It brimmed with possibilities. So many of them. Jane 's head whipped around, her mane of long, brown hair sweeping about her articulatio humeri. Her picayune breasts jiggled in her tight boob subway. Should a sister-bitch vesture vesture ? I blinked at that estimation, this tingle racing through my body. well, of course, she needed clothes. 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 lustrous. Can I have that ?"

"You do n't necessitate a bright dog bowl,"I said, tugging her away."semen on, I know exactly what you need."

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

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

We walked down the aisles, looking for what we needed. We passed chew toys, pet solid food, accessories for Bronx cheer, fish armoured combat vehicle, and then we got to the collars. I passed the unity for African tea', heading for the blackguard'. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my regard flicking rectify and left. There were some that were made of rough, canvas-like cloth while others were made of fluid leather. A sturdy textile. farseeing lasting. Some were thickheaded, but that did n't seem to fit my sister-bitch. She was a diminutive thing.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid centre on the specify black collar studded with shining 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 perfective tense,"Jane said."Can I assume it ?"

"I have to pay for it,"I said."And it has to get engraved. I need to have your name on it so citizenry will know 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 hold open her close but had enough duration to let her play. I could n't let her get too far. I also was n't a fan of those leashes that you could retract or play out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her collar. There was a disastrous, leather leash. It was the same nighttime ending. It was pricier, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would dispense with no expense for her.

I snagged it, my sister nodding in approval. She darted ahead of me, her cute rump wiggling in those fast jean. I had to find 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 animal tails. They had bushy fox tails, flowing cattails, crooked monkey tails, and even dog tails. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the type that clipped onto the back of the knickers or were held on by some sort of adhesive. They did n't reckon stout. 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 cone at the end. That stopple that would hold it in place.

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

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

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

I felt that tingle riffle over my sister while the saleslady blinked her heart. She shook her top dog, her dark hair swaying about the wild blue yonder Marco Polo she wore. Her eyes went out of focus for a moment."Oh, that 's fantastic. And you need to get a tail for her, ripe ?"

"Yeah, but you do n't have got the justly ones,"I said."Where are the single with the plug ? You know, that I can enclose. 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 betray those right-hand here. You gon na need to go to a more pornographic store."

My cheeks burned a bit."Oh,"I said."Like the ... place just up the street ..."

My sister-bitch gave me a confused look.

"Yep,"the salesclerk said."I 'm sure you 'll bump 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 psyche to the book binding of the store and we take care of you,"she said. She had such a friendly grin 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 saleslady laughed."My, she 's a friendly one."

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

"I bet you are,"she said."You should strike her to the commons. She looks like she needs to run around. burn off some energy."

My putz throb."Oh, yes, she definitely needs to burn off some energy."

The saleswoman smiled and then headed off to help oneself another client. I led my sister to the back of the store. A middle-aged guy with thick glassful took the tag to encipher Jane on the figurehead and in humble varsity letter beneath,"Owned by her brother Eric."It took about ten minutes, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the contact.

Jane gushed seeing her public figure 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 out it. I 'll take the air you out and everything."

"Yes !"She barked.

Jane was antsy as we waited in line. There was a number of customers before us, and only one cashier working. The young woman went as fast as she could, but it was still slow going. Jane whined. She pressed up against me. I felt her little breasts and grueling nipple rubbing into my side. She humped her pussy against my leg, her denim rasp 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 knead off some energy, too. My dick throbbed.

Finally, we reached the teller. As she rang us up, a strange tingle rippled out of my baby. I blinked, shaking my head, then realized that the triplet 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 suffer any money on me. How did I ... ?

The tingles soothed away any questions.

The moment we were outside the store, I pulled out the collar. Jane swept back her hair and held it out of the way. Her floppy dog ears swayed about her face as I wrapped the collar about her neck. I cinched it tight, the Negroid leather contrasting with her sick skin. Her tag dangled down to the hollow of her pharynx, the metallic heart glinting. Her name shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of delight, bouncing in position, the tag flashing.

I pulled back on the tab on the leash, opening its clutch. I snapped it around the doughnut of Jane 's leash. She trembled, her doggy pinna swaying about her grimace. She stared up at me with such joy in her middle as I gripped the leash. She could n't get far away from me now. She let out a bark of joy, her face bursting with pleasure.

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

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

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

My peter was so hard.

"seminal fluid on,"I said, aching to exercise her right here."We need one more matter. Then we 're going to the parking area. You can suffer so much fun."

"Yes !"she moaned and then fell down onto her hands and articulatio genus 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 ear swaying about her cheeks. She did n't try to bolt away from me but stayed proper beside me like a good sister-bitch.

Damn, I was so glad I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the passenger door. She climbed right-hand up, sitting on her stifle in the nates, her head darting around. The heart-shaped tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the hollow of her pharynx. I unlatched her leash and closed the threshold. She immediately rolled down the window and stuck her straits out. She had such joy in her flushed boldness, her blue centre shining.

I rushed around the car, climbed into the device driver seat, and started the engine. She whooped in delight as I backed out of the space, her ass shoved right at me. Her jeans clung to it. The blue jean was in the way, hiding the truly delicious division about her.

I placed my hand on her rump as I drove through the parking lot. I squeezed her ass, feeling her butt-cheeks flex through the jean 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 Playhouse so many times. It had a sleazy flavor about it, the XXX flash in red about the silhouette of a naked woman. All the windows were blacked out. The blank space promised to deal adult freshness. It promised such wicked delights inside.

I got out of my car and headed around the car to Jane 's side. I opened her threshold and immediately snapped on the threesome. She bounded out of the car and fell to her knees beside me. She rubbed her cheek into my calf.

I swallowed as I faced the store. Though I was nineteen, I 'd never ben in this kind of office. 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 loge. Magazine cover. Sex toy boxes. groan echoed through the fund. Dirty TV played on small TVs in the corners. The gasp and groans rippled through the air. A bushy guy leaned over a counter. He hardly glanced up from the cartridge he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could tell she was uncomfortable. I led her through the storage, my cheeks burning. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"darn,"I muttered, glancing at some of the things. pseud prick. Vibrators. Anal beads. There were some strangely determine things.

And then I found it. They were the right way next to the butt plugs. I groaned at the mess of the behind. There were a cat tail and a furry dog buns matching the floppy capitulum my Sister wore. I snagged it up, smiling delight.

"This is what you need,"I said.

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

I tugged on the leash to get her to continue up with me as I strode away. I headed not towards the cashier, but back to the door. This prickling raced up the leash. I had what I needed. I did n't need anything else, though there were some interesting affair ...

Maybe I would hail in next weekend to buy her some plaything to wreak with.

"Hey, wait !"the shagged guy grunted."You have to ..."His word trailed off though. I glanced at him, his face going blank. Then he said,"Have a serious day."

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

day flooded around us. It almost was a forcible presence. I groaned as I let my petty sis out. She let out a bark relief and darted towards the car. She gasped as the threesome pulled her up forgetful. She turned around to take care at me, impatience painted across her look. I chuckled and hurried towards her.

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

She nodded. I opened the car threshold, she scampered inside. When I unclipped her triad, she grabbed the hem of her belly shirt and pulled it up her body. She bared her diminished tit, tossing the garment onto the car bum. I smiled at the side of her house, small titties. Her nipples were hard.

I pinched one.

She giggled and growled. She nipped my bridge player with a playful snack."I liked that, Eric."

I petted her hair through the open windowpane."You 'll get to feel that a lot,"I told her."Now, are set for the common ?"

She nodded. Vigorously. Her puppy dog ears danced around her face. God, she was cute.

I raced to the park. I broke speeding Laws to get us there. What should have taken ten minutes took three. I screeched to a hitch in the parking space, breathing in the tonic air. I climbed out of the car, running around to free people Jane. I clicked on her III before she could get away. She whimpered, looking at the undecided grass. Her bosom quivered as she crouched beside the car.

"Eric !"she groaned.

"Get those blue jean off and then we 'll play,"I said."I do n't sleep with why I 'm letting you wear thin wearing 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 garden pink socks she wore. succeeding were the dungaree. She unsnapped them, her pelvis wiggling from face to side as she worked off the squiffy material. She exposed a duad of light spicy panties. They were practically a thong but widened into a triangle at the top of her tush. I admired her ass, mostly seeable thanks to the cloth vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the phrase on the back.

"natural state bitch."

Not any longer. I 'd naturalise her. She was my safe sister-bitch.

I groaned when she shoved those panties down. She bent over, a light ingathering of brown hair adorning her virgin snatch. She stepped out of her panties and tossed them into the car."I do n't need those any longer."

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

She sank down to her hands and knees on the smoke, her rump arched up. She was ready for her fanny. I knelt down beside her and brought the conical end of the butt-plug to her lip. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth across-the-board. I pressed it passed her lips, letting her saliva soak it. She swirled her tongue around it, whimpering. Her little breast quivered and jiggled.

"What a beautiful sister-bitch,"a 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 little terror, but no longer."

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

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

My dick throbbed as I brought the behind jade to my sister 's asscheeks. I pressed the cone between them, finding her sphincter muscle. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic hair. I could reek the spicy scent of Jane 's kitty. I breathed in the scent as I pushed the fag end 's plug against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her arsehole widened and widened, swallowing more and more of the spit-lubed stern stopple. She gasped, her head word tossing, diskette ears dancing. Her asshole stretched wider. My prick ached as I watched it disappear into her asshole.

It was seated in her all the way. Her bow-wow tail draped over the crack and dangled down between her thigh, hiding her pussy from view. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her hips. Her hindquarters wagged back and forth, her cunt flashing.

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

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

She scampered around, her butt swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my face, her knife bathing me. Our lip met and I kissed her. I thrust my spit into my sister-bitch 's mouth. I gripped the tether 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 shadower swishing back and forth. She was finally thoroughgoing. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her accessary. Her taking into custody jangled with her every stride. I sauntered after her, adjusting my cock in my dungaree. I could n't help but stare at that tight ass, her doggy tail assembly swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her pussy would peek out, that pink slit adorned by her curly-brown pubic hair. Dew glistened on her silky filament, showing her excitement.

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

"What an obedient sister-bitch,"an old man said, a tingle racing down the leash for my babe."You 're a golden young man."

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

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

"Yes !"she moaned, her hip wiggling.

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

"It 's a delicacy,"I said."cum on, Jane, let 's keep going."

"right wing !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, grass vane whisking against her hands and articulatio genus. Her head darted to and fro. As I walked her, hombre and girls would come up to pet her capitulum. Sometimes, she would work out their deal while early multiplication she would cringe close to me, especially if they were grandiloquent guys. She 'd press against me and whimper. I scratched her mind to reassure her. A moment later, she 'd forget her awe and scamper on ahead, her rear swishing behind her.

She 'd sniff trivial efflorescence peeking through the grass of the subject. Her fountainhead would dash to and fro as some new sight arrested her attention. Sometimes she would rush forward only to get caught up light by the leash. other times, she crawled at my tempo, just breathing in all the scents, her little knocker quivering. A bead of cunt succus ran down her compensate thigh.

Our path took us near a large pine tree 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 Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, turning around. She squatted down and groan. I watched the yellow urine splashing against the trunk. It spilled on the forest to the ground, soaking in it. My dick grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her piss flow. She moaned and whimpered, this face of delight 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 face in my crotch. She breathed in."Mmm, you smell so good. And your dick is so hard. Do you require me to lick 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 ears twitching."Yes,"she moaned."You could fuck my pussy. It 's all right. You 're my brother-owner. You 're the alone one who can screw me."

I petted her."That 's right."

I was too horny to hold back to get home. Why not here ? She was a sister-bitch. She had nothing to be ashamed of."subject my fly, Jane."

"Yes,"she barked in delight. Her gamey eyes shone up at me, the freckle on her case vellication. Her fingers fumbled at my fastener. She opened up the fly of my short, the slide fastener rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My cock swelled the straw man of my boxers. My dick was so hard. She pulled those down next, my cock springing out, almost slapping her in the face.

The racy 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 couple. They just smiled and waved at me."Enjoy her,"the guy called."Damn, I wish I had a sister-bitch."

"I know,"the cleaning lady said."I bet she 'd figure out my pussy so well. punter than you do."

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

grin, I fell to my genu behind my baby. I grabbed her tail and pushed it out of the way. I stared at her pussy. I could reek that spicy bouquet. 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 hair's-breadth caressing my cock. I was going to fuck my kickoff girl. My sister-bitch 's incestuous rush snapshot through me as my dick 's tip nuzzle through her bush and found the virgin lips of her pussy. She growled in pleasure, her back arching as I rubbed my prick '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 prick. I groaned, my heart pumping fast. The sensation felt unbelievable. Her kitty-cat lips just wrapped around the for the first time half-inch of my dick. The silk embraced me as her tenuous membrane stretched to its limit.

Her cherry popped.

She gasped.

I groaned as I sank into my sister-bitch 's incestuous goofball. She barked and growled and yelped in joy as I sank More and more of my peter into her cunt. I groaned as her silken flesh engulfed me. I gripped her tail in one hand, tugging on it just enough to finger the butt plug. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

My balls rested against her taint. She 'd taken every inch of me.

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the swell feeling in the world to be within my sister-bitch 's snatch. To feel her cunt wrapped around my dick. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips. Her tail rubbed against my left side, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a recondite hint, my t-shirt intuitive feeling so mingy around my chest. Her puss clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

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

"Eric,"she moaned, her hips wiggling, stirring that amazing puss around my dick."Yes, yes, Eric !"

"You like that, huh ?"I groaned, wanting to move and yet enjoying the spirit of her around me too often 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 sense better if you pump away. I just know it. Please pump away. Please employment that cock in and out of me. Oh, Eric, I need it."

"She does sound like she needs it, son,"a friendly guy said, nodding at me. He walked his husky. The dog gave a bingle bark.

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

draught back my hips was incredible. Her human body gripped my cock. The stimulation raced down to my balls. They were tense. Full of cum. I wanted to open fire into her. My cock emerged, inch after inch soaked in her succus. Her spicy aroma filled my nose. A heavenly scent.

She barked in delight as I rammed back into her twat. I smacked into her tush, her tail shift. It was pinned between us, the silky hairs brushing my cock as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spice to the delight of her twat paries. My script stroked her sides, petting her as I drove my gumshoe back into her.

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

"Jane !"I gasped."You 're such a good 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 floppy disk ears swaying. Her downcast eyes met mine, glossy with her passion. She whimpered and yelped as I drove my dick in and out of her. I hammered my sister-bitch 's incestuous depths. Her pussy gripped me. I shuddered, the ache growing and growing at the tip of my putz. I wanted this to close forever.

Knew it couldn't.

I slid my hired hand up her body, caressing up her smooth stomach until I felt the edge of her rib. A minute later, I found her small-scale breast. Those budding mounds. I knew they would swell. Grow turgid and bigger. When she had her first child, they would fill with milk. They would get nice and bout. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her pussycat. I plundered her twat and twisted her nipples.

"Eric !"she barked, her cunt squeezing down on my tool."You 're amazing ! The ripe brother-owner !"

I savored the squiffy suitcase and increased the clash of her cunt. I plunged with force into her as I manipulated those hard pith. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my finger's breadth. How practically fun it was to play with them. It added to the delight of plunging into her bitch while also giving my mind something else to focalise on.

Something to keep the eruption at bay for a little bit longer.

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

I tugged hard on her nipples, bringing a yipping bark from her. Her hair tossed, her ears flopping about her face. Her shadower brushed me while her ass wiggled. She stirred her cunt around my shaft, massaging my cock.

Her hot, juicy cunt gripped me. Massaged me. Every plunge swelled and swelled the aching at the tip of my cock. The satiny friction built in me. My nut tightened. I swung into her, smacking into her Vannevar Bush. I groaned, twisting her nipples, wanting this to last forever.

"Oh, yes, Eric !"She barked."Your cock tactile property so amazing. Something 's happening to me. I can sense 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 hard. She deserves it !"

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

Jane moaned. Whimpered. Her kitty-cat grew hotter and hotter around my pecker. It felt unbelievable. I groaned as I slammed into her. The Tree rustled over us as she arched her back. Her small breasts jiggled in my massaging bobby pin. Her whisker tossed.

Her puss went wild about my cock.

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

She was cumming. I could palpate her passion spasming around my hawkshaw. This awe-inspiring ripple. Her anatomy 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 honorable sister-bitch !"

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

I drew back, my coming soaring towards the moment of no getting even. I could experience it. My cum was about to erupt from my peter. Her shape massaged me as I jammed back into her silky deepness. I balls smacked into her bush.

I erupted.

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

A knock-down clap of jizz fired for my putz, basting my sister-bitch 's pussy. delight surged through me. This tingling spate of rapture that slammed into my mind. Despite how bright it was, duskiness washed across the man. Stars danced, celebrating my pleasure.

Her twat convulsed harder. She barked and howled louder. She milked me, drawing out squirt 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 get,"I groaned as her snatch wrung out the final 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 best thing in the existence. Did you love it !"

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

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

I groaned, my putz slipping out of her pussycat. I sank down on the grass and stretched out. The tree rustled over me, the blue sky peeking through opening in the leaf. I felt incredible. Amazing. I just wanted to lie here and pass out.

Jane turned around. Her apprehension jangled as she nuzzled down my cock. Her knife licked up my pecker. She cleaned off her pussy juices. I shuddered, savoring the spirit of her glossa bathing my pecker. I smiled as I started to originate hard. I reached out and grabbed her leash, holding it in a faineant grip.

"What a full, little 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 pussy cream.

As I lay there, savoring my sister cleaning her pussy juices off my dick, I thought about the hereafter. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be well-chosen that I was taking care of Jane, pleased with me that I had taken her in hand. She 'd be such a expert sister-bitch. I just knew it. She would sleep at the understructure of my bed, wake me up with blowjob, and just be a constant joy in my life.

Come Monday, I 'd call for her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her mien relaxing me as I endured my lesson. She did n't call for to go to her own classes. She was a tame sister-bitch now. During my lunch break, I would scarf out myself in her pussy. I might even pull up out her tail and enjoy her asshole. I bet she 'd love that.

All my booster would be so jealous. They 'd all desire their own sister-bitch. I smiled, so gladiola for today.

For a moment, I wondered how it happened. A petty frisson raced from my baby 's tongue and up through my cock. It did n't weigh how it happened. It just mattered that I had her.

My loving sister-bitch.

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The figure of speech trembled. This distich of panty was so naughty. The digit loved it. The thrill of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't wait to pass out its next span of pantie. To get them out there. The figure stroked the new one, a delicious duo of panties. They were white-hot and invest with dainty lacing that ran in horizontal bands down the front and can. In delicate stitching, the two words flowed in gold, lofty cursive : Top Queen.

The figure stroked the ruffled lace, loving it. This couplet of panties would bring such delight to its new possessor. The public figure had to drop it off.

The figure rose and stepped forward, the mist flowing from a fall of H2O. It stepped into the vapour and was gone.

The fog would lead to the perfect topographic point for the next girl to chance a twosome of special panties.

To be continued in the next tale of Mind-Controlling Panties ...