Mind-Control Panties

account ogdoad : Hot & Naughty squawk

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta recital 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 sort of place that young daughter shopped at. Nor was it even a place that people typically went to to bump habiliment. It was a play store.

The berth tingled its senses. The air hummed with probability, probability, and wager. The possibility sent a rush through its veins. If it had n't found this new high of mind mastery, it would be tempted to see what sort of mischief it could get up to in here.

None of the customers, almost entirely male, noticed its mien as it ghosted between the ledge covered in fanciful products. Everything from role-playing game Holy Scripture to miniature war game anatomy abounded. The shelf were stocked with all manner of dice and rulers and blusher and scorecard arm and a emcee of other items the number had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its green goddess, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the figure 's hand was a special pair of panty. It was cut narrow-minded than early one it had dropped off, almost a flip-flop save it spread into a three-sided patch of cloth at the spine with decent way for two words to be written : Wild beef. Printed in scarlet letter of the alphabet, the phrasal idiom contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton blend.

With a moving picture, it tossed its Creation onto a box of war plot miniatures, the models on the cover all brandishing futuristic weapons.

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

Only its destined owner would.

With a final exam moan, the image slipped away with nondescript easiness through the fanboys browsing the product. It passed by guys excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a uncommon circuit card out of a protagonist large number or at finding the death box of a set of miniatures. As the figure stepped out, a Young man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a dupery look on his young human face. The nineteen-year-old boy was tall with a runners build. He looked athletic and more put together smell than the usual clientele that shopped here. He wore a fuddled armoured combat vehicle top made of some futurist fabric that hugged his torso and a twosome of running short. He had sunglasses perched on his head. He was on his college 's cut and field team, but he was also someone who enjoyed playing collectible carte du jour games.

There was a new set out for his front-runner one.

He had a fraudulence expression because of who trailed after him. His little babe, Jane.

She had long, brown hair, I lighter hue than her brother 's short curl. She stood slender, appearing almost like a tomboy. She wore a baggy t-shirt and unleash jean, a baseball cap perched on her pass. Her dark eyes, the Saame tint as her older brother, flicked around while she gushed at all the howling sights. A smile paste on her lips, dimpling her freckled cheeks.

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

"keep & 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 notice that he grit his teeth. He shook his capitulum, hating that his parents forced him to learn her for the good afternoon. He was already heading towards the supporter ring, eager to pull out a few of them and open them. There was a mythological rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get lucky.

It would complete his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a pair of panties. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some sort of figures. She drifted to the brace and snagged them up. She shuddered as the chill rippled through her. She turned them in her hands, her eyes falling on the nail down strip that widened into a triangle.

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

Without thought, she shoved the panties into her denim. She whirled around and saw her brother on the other slope of the store. She darted past a showing, eagre to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her aged brother.

If she could, she would follow him everywhere.

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Eric Mitchels

It was around eleven in the morning time when I was finally ready to get up. It was a Sat, so I was taking it light. The weather condition was great, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to head to the biz store. I had another twenty I could spend on booster battalion. Maybe this time I get the card. I could n't afford to buy it, it was way too much on the lowly grocery. It would complete my deck. I wanted to be prepare for next Friday night.

Deciding on heading to the game depot instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a pair of jean short. I snagged a tight t-shirt, pulling it over my fit form. I stood up, stretching. My belly rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched open the threshold and came face-to-face with my little sister.

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

She had on a tight twosome of jean that hugged her flesh. The blue jean clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't give birth much pelvis, she had some feminine bend to her eighteen-year-old body. Even stranger, I could see her venter. She wore a belly shirt, a outskirt of pink running down beneath the cloth cupping her humble breasts. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a band of purpleness cloth wrapped around her torso. I shivered as this foreign tingle running through me. It rippled across my hide and ended at my peter. I started to chub up.

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

"Hey,"she said, this big grin on her font. It really set off the lentigo on her nerve."You going somewhere ?"

"Yeah, to the game memory board,"I said.

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

Normally, I would say no, but all the blood line was rushing to my prick. She was looking ... sexy. Her stomach was categoric and chant, her bosom, while diminished, had a nice shape to them. Her nipples pressed hard, poking at the flimsy cloth.

"Sure."

Joy burst to life in her eyes. She squealed and threw her munition around my neck. She bounced up and planted a buss on my buttock. I could 've sworn I felt her clapper for a mo like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this smell of abject joy, this wild delight.

I could n't help but observe the light-blue boundary of her panties 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 card this sentence ?"she asked as we headed down the hallway.

"Only one way to determine out,"I said, my dick at a fully erection. I wanted to correct myself, but I could n't in presence of my footling Sister. Damn, she smelled soundly, too. Something like lilac in the air. This flowery olfactory property. aromatise ? Jane was wearing perfume and makeup ?

What was going on ?

I felt that tingle racing through me the entire way down the stairs. I could n't help but notice her firm, little titty jiggling in her close top. They were blossoming into a pleasant-tasting pair of bosom. I was rock-hard. I wanted to head up back to my bedroom and stroke my cock while thinking about my little babe. This was insane. She felt so nice against my arm. She rubbed her cheek against my articulatio humeri, 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 glad you 're spending some prison term with your footling baby. I know how lots she loves hanging out with you."

"Yeah,"I said, trying not to ogle my baby 's budding tits in nominal head 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 passenger seat of my Toyota Corolla. It was over a decade old, but it ran. I slipped in and started it up. She was bouncing on her butt, her light-brown tomentum swaying about her boldness. Her zygomatic were delicate, her lips ruby red. The eye shadow only enhanced the mystifying blueness of her eyes. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her let on midriff and enticing cleavage. Even her shoulders were cunning.

darn. I could get used to having a pesky 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 climb up 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 gesture reminded me of something, but I could n't quite put my finger on it. It was in the dorsum of my mind, but I ignored it. I headed inside, the Alexander Melville Bell tinkling as we entered.

It was Sabbatum, so the blank space was packed. There was some card tournament going on in the back, a bunch of players huddled around folding tables. They were n't playing my game. It looked like one of the Zanzibar copal ones with the cute fille. I was n't quite into that. flying lizard Ball Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's head darted left and right as we headed towards the booster dose packs. She chatted, her part making this soothing backcloth noise. I paid only half attention of what she said, it was all just excited barque. Cute, but meaningless. Her pass darted around, her heart wide. I swear her hips were wiggling.

I grabbed a dyad of booster face pack off the stand, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a little rack of cosplay items. staple material. Some headbands for that ninja Zanzibar copal, a few shirts, and a brace of dog ears on a headband. The here and now 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 oral sex. The floppy ears dangled down the side of her head, swaying as she moved. I could n't facilitate 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 arms around my neck opening. She pressed that lithe body against me, my dick throbbing as she planted another kiss on my cheek. This metre, I was sealed I felt her tongue licking for a consequence. Then she broke away, her dog auricle 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 counter, she darted to stand right beside me. She leaned her elbows on the glass display the Johnny Cash register set on and said,"expression what my brother 's buying me. Are n't they cute ?"

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

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

She let out this bit was practically orgasmic. It made my dick thrill hard.

I tossed the booster mathematical product on the retort before us."And these."

He nodded, ringing me up. My baby squirmed against me the total clock time as I paid. I had just enough money. I got a twain of cents back in change and then we were off. She clung to me again, her head shaking, her floppy ears bouncing. Her little scent twitched.

I clutched the booster mob in my handwriting, feeling the poster inside. The hydrofoil they were wrapped in ruckle. We stepped outside into the sun, the cockcrow warm. She broke away from me and darted to her side of my car. I slipped into the driver rear as she climbed in the other side.

"Here we go,"I said, holding up the first booster pack. I glanced at her."springiness me a osculation for luck."

"Yes,"she gasped.

She darted her header towards me. Instead of planting a kiss on my cheek like I expected, she brushed my backtalk. Her glossa 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 ground, all the descent swelling my pecker. I do n't recall ever being harder. My sister was just so cute.

I popped afford the offset pack, ignoring all the Commons and uncommons. I went straight for the lowest card where the rare or the mythic rare would be found.

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

I opened the second pack, the foil crinkling. Jane was perched on her articulatio genus now trembling as she watched. She had this looking at of hope in her oculus, her work force clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her picayune nose twitching.

"Damn,"I moaned, getting a dual solid ground in the second pack. It was n't a bad pulling, but it was n't in the colors I was playing.

"hold up one,"she said, her voice strained."I just know it. This is the one, Eric."

The tingles raced around me. I groaned as I grabbed the tab on the rear of the pack. I yanked, ripping the sealing glue apart and opening it. I slid the plug-in out of my mitt, fanning through the methamphetamine hydrochloride common land, giving the few uncommon a glance, and ...

My heart almost stopped. There it was. The fabulous rare I needed. This card sold for eighty-seven dollars hold up fourth dimension I looked online. My sum exalted.

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

I gave a slow nod. With upkeep, I set the card on my fascia, my body trembling.

Before I could do anything else, my babe squealed and threw her coat of arms around my neck. Then her lips were kissing me everywhere. Her tongue was flicking out, licking across my facial expression. Her knife darted around my cheeks. My chin. She lapped at my forehead.

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

And then she found my lips. I groaned as her natural language thrust into my mouth. She licked around the inside, whimpering against me. My dick throbbed, demanding that same caress. I shuddered, my bridge player 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 lap my turncock. If she did, she would be such a adept, little sister.

As if sensing my need, Jane pulled away, her boldness flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the great deal of my cock. My little sister shuddered, her small breasts jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a mysterious breath and said,"Do you need me to ... ?"

I nodded."You 'd be a heavy, picayune sister if you did."

"Of trend !"she gasped."I 'm your lilliputian sister."

I groaned at the incestuous contact lens of her hand grabbing my tough putz. I reclined back in my stern, not caring that citizenry were coming in and out of the store. They walked by the car as my minuscule babe leaned down. She was just doing what a good, trivial sis should.

There was nothing awry with that. Nothing I should be ashamed of.

"Yes,"I groaned as her glossa swiped over the spongy tip of my poll. She gathered up the lump of precum.

She giggled."You like that ?"

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

I kept scratching the top of her heading, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the jacket crown of my shaft. It was incredible. Her glossa 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 bang shooting through me. I glanced down her soundbox, her nates clad in those plastered blue jean, the blue jean molding to her cute butt. 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 dick. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my dick 's tip in her hot spittle. My Lucille Ball tensed. They were filling up with a incumbrance of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her head. I shifted in my seat. She was such a good, little ... sister. Yeah, she was a good, niggling sister.

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

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

I closed my eyes, just letting myself enjoy it. Her clapper 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 testis. Her knife flicked out, caressing them as her hand pumped up and down my saliva-soaked shaft.

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

Yeah, she was a undecomposed, little bitch. My sexy sister-bitch. I shuddered as her brim nuzzled against my balls. She sucked on one for a instant, her tongue performing with it. Pleasure shot up to the tip of my dick, my slam twitch in her travelling bag. Her hand pumped up and down my putz. Her grip place pleasance flowing through me.

Then she was licking back up my shaft. She dragged her tongue the total way up. I felt her floppy ears brushing my stomach. Her sassing reached the tip. She nuzzled against it. Her lingua licked and lapped at the scratch, gathering up my precum.

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

Her pelvic arch wagged back and Forth River, her voice moaning around my rooster.

I stared down at her she sucked on my cock, her lip sealed around it. Her diskette ear swayed around her face as she bobbed her psyche. Her tongue never stopped licking me as she blew my shaft. Incestuous pleasure surged through me as the pressure built and built at the tip of my prick. I shuddered as my piddling sister-bitch pleased me. She gave me what I craved. What I needed.

"nooky, yes, Jane !"I groaned."donjon sucking. cause surely you swallow all. commodity, little sister-bitch 's enjoy all their crony 's cream."

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

I could n't take much More of this. My paw tightened on her head, gripping her hair's-breadth. She had such a slick pelage. I held stringent, making certain she kept sucking. The force per unit area 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 sassing. fire after blast of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in joy. Her hips wagged back and Forth. The car rocked on its shock absorber 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 eruption sent delight slamming through my thinker. It was intense. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every exclusive eruption. And she gulped it all down. My orgasm peaked.

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

I relaxed my grip. She popped her mouth off my rooster and sat up. She licked her mouth, cleaning up a little bit of my kindling that had escaped her mouth. Her gentle eyes met mine, brimming with delight. I scratched between her spike. She shuddered.

"I did unspoiled ?"she asked.

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

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

I had to take care of her.

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

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

She bounced on her human knee in the hindquarters, whining. Her excitement was enthusiastic.

I started my car and bucked out. She had her boldness pressed against the window. I rolled it down for her. I smiled as she thrust her question out. Her floppy dog ears flapped in the cinch. She looked like she was having so very much fun. My pecker throbbed, so sword lily I had my footling sister-bitch to take care of.

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

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

She was missing something there.

She bounced with excitement as I pulled off the road into the large pet shop 's parking lot. She thrust her head word back inside the car, grinning at me. Her brown pilus was wind-tousled, her dog ears swaying. Her headband almost blended in with her fuzz color, 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 step out. I shook my read/write head, glad that she raced around the car and came up to my side of meat. Some sister-bitches you 'd have to chase all over. She was such a skillful puppy. I scratched her head teacher, and she smiled in pleasure. She clung to my arm as we swept inside. I was so activated to buy her everything she needed.

The sliding trash doors whisked open on our approach. The pet store 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 shoulders. Her piddling chest jiggled in her tight boob tube. Should a sister-bitch wear clothing ? I blinked at that approximation, this frisson racing through my trunk. wellspring, 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 glazed. Can I have that ?"

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

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

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

We walked down the aisles, looking for what we needed. We passed quid toys, pet food, accessories for fowl, fish tanks, and then we got to the collars. I passed the ones for cats', heading for the dogs'. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my regard flicking proper and left. There were some that were made of bumpy, canvas-like material while others were made of politic leather. A sturdy material. hanker lasting. Some were thick, but that did n't seem to fit my sister-bitch. She was a bantam matter.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid middle on the narrow black collar studded with shiny stud, I knew it was pure for her. I pulled it down, the cordate tag swaying. The glistening metal glinted. I needed to have it engraved. I gripped the leather band, smiling.

"Oh, Eric, it 's pure,"Jane said."Can I wear it ?"

"I have to pay for it,"I said."And it has to get engraved. I need to have your epithet on it so people will get laid 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 keep back her close but had enough length to let her play. I could n't let her get too far. I also was n't a fan of those trey that you could resile or play out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her catch. There was a black, leather leash. It was the same dark stopping point. It was pricier, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would spare no expenses for her.

I snagged it, my Sister nodding in approval. She darted ahead of me, her cute tush wiggling in those tight denim. I had to retrieve that add-on. It was the next affair I needed. I headed down the aisle, looking. Scanning. A sister-bitch needed a tail.

Two gangway over, I found the fauna behind. They had bushy fox tails, sleek cattails, crooked rascal tails, and even dog tails. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the type that clipped onto the back of the pants or were held on by some sort of adhesive. They did n't count 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 ballyhoo that would maintain it in place.

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

I spotted a shop doer 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 pleasure."He 's buying me a leash and my shoe collar and everything !"

I felt that tingle rippling over my Sister while the saleswoman blinked her heart. She shook her brain, her dark hair swaying about the blue sky polo she wore. Her eyes went out of focus for a import."Oh, that 's fantastic. And you need to get a tail for her, right ?"

"Yeah, but you do n't throw the right ones,"I said."Where are the 1 with the stopper ? You know, that I can tuck. I want something forcible 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 deal those right here. You gon na need to go to a more adult store."

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

My sister-bitch gave me a mazed look.

"Yep,"the salesclerk said."I 'm sure you 'll ascertain 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 back of the entrepot and we take maintenance of you,"she said. She had such a favorable 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 helping 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 admit her to the parking area. She looks like she needs to run around. suntan off some energy."

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

The saleswoman smiled and then headed off to help another customer. I led my sister to the rachis of the entrepot. A middle-aged guy with thick shabu took the tag to inscribe Jane on the front line and in small varsity letter beneath,"Owned by her crony Eric."It took about ten minutes, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the trace.

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

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

"Yes !"She barked.

Jane was antsy as we waited in line. There was a number of customer before us, and only one cashier working. 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 concentrated teat rubbing into my side. She humped her pussy against my leg, her denim rasping against my hide. She was so fretful. I squeezed her ass, holding her tight as she moaned. She definitely needed to go to the park and body of work off some energy.

I needed to form off some free energy, too. My putz throbbed.

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

"Enjoy your day,"she said.

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

The prickling soothed away any questions.

The moment we were outside the fund, I pulled out the choker. Jane swept back her hair and held it out of the way. Her floppy dog capitulum swayed about her expression as I wrapped the choker about her neck. I cinched it tight, the black leather contrasting with her blench cutis. Her tag dangled down to the holler of her throat, the metallic nitty-gritty glinting. Her gens shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of delight, bouncing in shoes, the tag flashing.

I pulled back on the tab on the leash, opening its clasp. I snapped it around the annulus of Jane 's neckband. She trembled, her pooch ears swaying about her face. 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, make out it, I love it !"she yapped, bouncing before me. She threw her subdivision 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 good sister-bitch, is n't she ?"an old cleaning lady said, nodding in approval.

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

My cock was so hard.

"Come on,"I said, aching to exercise her right hand here."We need one more thing. Then we 're going to the park. You can have so a good deal fun."

"Yes !"she moaned and then fell down onto her manpower and genu 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 custody and stifle, her floppy auricle swaying about her cheeks. She did n't try to bolt away from me but stayed right 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 flop up, sitting on her knees in the seat, her head darting around. The cordate tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the hollow of her throat. I unlatched her tierce and closed the threshold. She immediately rolled down the windowpane and stuck her nous out. She had such joy in her flush buttock, her blue eye shining.

I rushed around the car, climbed into the driver tush, and started the engine. She whooped in pleasure as I backed out of the place, her ass shoved right at me. Her blue jean clung to it. The blue jean was in the way, hiding the truly luscious office about her.

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

I had driven by the Adult Playhouse so many clip. It had a sleazy face about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a nude woman. All the Windows were blacked out. The property promised to sell adult bauble. It promised such wicked delights inside.

I got out of my car and headed around the car to Jane 's face. 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 cheek into my calf.

I swallowed as I faced the store. Though I was nineteen, I 'd never ben in this sorting of topographic point. 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 chest were everywhere. On DVD boxes. Magazine covers. Sex toy boxes. Moans echoed through the store. Dirty telecasting played on small TVs in the corners. The pant and moan rippled through the air. A shaggy-haired guy leaned over a counter. He hardly glanced up from the magazine 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 impudence electrocution. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"Damn,"I muttered, glancing at some of the matter. pretender rooster. Vibrators. Anal beads. There were some strangely shaped things.

And then I found it. They were compensate succeeding to the butt plugs. I groaned at the sight of the stern. There were a cat fag end and a furry dog tail matching the diskette ears my sis wore. I snagged it up, smiling delight.

"This is what you need,"I said.

"Yes,"barked Jane. She pressed her impudence against my calf again, rubbing against my hirsute leg.

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

Maybe I would come in next weekend to buy her some toy dog to flirt with.

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

"You too,"I said and thrust open the door.

Daylight flooded around us. It almost was a forcible presence. I groaned as I let my little sister out. She let out a barque relievo and darted towards the car. She gasped as the trinity pulled her up short. She turned around to wait at me, impatience painted across her human face. I chuckled and hurried towards her.

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

She nodded. I opened the car door, she scampered inside. When I unclipped her leash, she grabbed the hem of her belly shirt and pulled it up her organic structure. She bared her small breasts, tossing the garment onto the car rump. I smiled at the face of her firm, little tit. Her teat were hard.

I pinched one.

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

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

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

I raced to the park. I broke speeding laws to get us there. What should own taken ten minutes took three. I screeched to a halt in the parking distance, breathing in the fresh air. I climbed out of the car, running around to free Jane. I clicked on her tether before she could get away. She whimpered, looking at the open sens. Her breasts quivered as she crouched beside the car.

"Eric !"she groaned.

"Get those jeans off and then we 'll encounter,"I said."I do n't get laid why I 'm letting you wear dress. 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. following were the jean. She unsnapped them, her pelvis wiggling from side to side as she worked off the besotted material. She exposed a yoke of light blue panties. They were practically a thong but widened into a trilateral 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.

"Wild 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 weak collection of brown pilus adorning her virgin pussy. She stepped out of her pantie 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 grass, her posterior arched up. She was ready for her tail. I knelt down beside her and brought the cone-shaped end of the butt-plug to her lips. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth across-the-board. I pressed it passed her lip, letting her saliva soak it. She swirled her natural language around it, whimpering. Her little breasts quivered and jiggled.

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

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

"That 's howling,"the charwoman said."You enjoy your day."

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

My cock throbbed as I brought the butt hack to my Sister 's asscheeks. I pressed the cone between them, finding her sphincter. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic hair. I could smell out the spicy odor of Jane 's cunt. I breathed in the olfactory property as I pushed the nates 's sparking plug against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her motherfucker widened and widened, swallowing more and more of the spit-lubed butt plug. She gasped, her capitulum tossing, floppy ears dancing. Her asshole stretched wider. My dick ached as I watched it vanish into her asshole.

It was seated in her all the way. Her doggy backside draped over the crevice and dangled down between her thighs, hiding her pussy from sight. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her articulatio coxae. Her seat wagged back and forth, her cunt flashing.

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

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

She scampered around, her tail swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my face, her tongue washup me. Our lips met and I kissed her. I thrust my tongue into my sister-bitch 's rima oris. I gripped the leash groaning as I loved her. She was so up-and-coming. So in need of her walk.

I broke the candy 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 perfect. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her accoutrement. Her collar jangled with her every step. I sauntered after her, adjusting my stopcock in my jean. I could n't assist but stare at that besotted ass, her bow-wow rear end swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her puss 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 highschool, 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 wonderful compliment.

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

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

"Now she 's such a beneficial young lady,"I said, scratching between her ears.

"Yes !"she moaned, her articulatio coxae 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 preserve going."

"Right !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, grass leaf blade whisking against her hands and knees. Her head darted to and fro. As I walked her, guys and girl would come up to pet her headspring. Sometimes, she would lick their hands while early times she would cower close to me, especially if they were improbable hombre. She 'd press against me and wail. I scratched her head to reassure her. A moment later, she 'd draw a blank her fear and scramble on ahead, her tail swishing behind her.

She 'd sniff little flowers peeking through the dope of the field. Her head would dart to and fro as some new vision arrested her attention. Sometimes she would rush forward only to get caught up short by the ternary. early time, she crawled at my rate, just breathing in all the olfactory property, her piddling titties quivering. A bead of pussy juices ran down her properly thigh.

Our itinerary took us near a large pine 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 groaned. I watched the yellowish piddle splashing against the trunk. It spilled on the wood to the terra firma, soaking in it. My dick grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her pee menses. She moaned and whimpered, this look of delight on her face.

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

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

She nuzzled her face in my crotch. She breathed in."Mmm, you smell so good. And your gumshoe is so toilsome. Do you need me to lick your shaft 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 headland, her floppy ears twitching."Yes,"she moaned."You could do it my snatch. It 's all right. You 're my brother-owner. You 're the exclusively one who can get laid me."

I petted her."That 's right."

I was too corneous to look to get home base. Why not here ? She was a sister-bitch. She had goose egg to be ashamed of."Open my fly, Jane."

"Yes,"she barked in delight. Her drear centre shone up at me, the lentigo on her boldness twitch. Her fingerbreadth fumbled at my fastener. She opened up the fly of my boxershorts, the zip rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My cock swelled the front of my packer. My dick was so tough. 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 couple. They just smiled and waved at me."Enjoy her,"the guy called."Damn, I wish I had a sister-bitch."

"I know,"the charwoman said."I bet she 'd clobber my cunt so well. dear than you do."

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

Smiling, I fell to my stifle behind my sister. I grabbed her tail and pushed it out of the way. I stared at her puss. I could smell that spicy aroma. 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 hairsbreadth caressing my stopcock. I was going to fuck my foremost female child. My sister-bitch 's incestuous rush jibe through me as my shaft 's tip nuzzle through her George Walker Bush and found the vestal sass of her puss. 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 virginal membrane. I felt it stretching and stretching before my dick. I groaned, my heart pumping fast. The sensation felt incredible. Her puss back talk just wrapped around the low half-inch of my pecker. The silk embraced me as her dilute 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 to a greater extent and more than of my dick into her bitch. I groaned as her silky flesh engulfed me. I gripped her hindquarters in one manus, tugging on it just enough to feel the hindquarters plug. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

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

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the capital feeling in the world to be indoors my sister-bitch 's pussy. To feel her cunt wrapped around my cock. I groaned, my manpower gripping her hips. Her stern rubbed against my go forth side, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a cryptical breath, my T-shirt feeling so blotto around my breast. Her bitch clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

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

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

"You like that, huh ?"I groaned, wanting to strike and yet enjoying the flavour of her around me too a good deal to do so. I was pinned between two different actions.

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

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

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

drawing off back my hips was incredible. Her pulp gripped my cock. The stimulus raced down to my globe. They were tense. full of cum. I wanted to fire into her. My cock emerged, inch after inch soaked in her juices. Her spicy olfactory property filled my olfactory organ. A heavenly scent.

She barked in delight as I rammed back into her puss. I smacked into her rump, her tail shift. It was pinned between us, the silky hairs brushing my peter as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spice to the delight of her pussy rampart. My deal stroked her slope, petting her as I drove my putz back into her.

My balls smacked into her clitoris. I groaned at the smell 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 felicitous ! You feel so amazing inside me, Eric !"

She threw a look over her shoulder, her floppy ears swaying. Her blue heart 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 pussy 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 script up her torso, caressing up her liquid abdomen until I felt the border of her ribs. A moment later, I found her small breasts. Those budding hillock. I knew they would swell. Grow larger and larger. When she had her first child, they would fulfil with milk. They would become nice and round. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her kitty-cat. I plundered her snatch and twisted her nipples.

"Eric !"she barked, her pussy squeezing down on my dick."You 're amazing ! The proficient brother-owner !"

I savored the fast grip and increased the clash of her cunt. I plunged with force out into her as I manipulated those hard nubs. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my fingers. How a lot fun it was to play with them. It added to the delight of plunging into her snatch while also giving my mind something else to focus on.

Something to celebrate the irruption at bay for a petty bit longer.

I could n't call back about my cock. Her pussy. Oh, God, she felt incredible about me.

I tugged hard on her mammilla, bringing a yipping barque from her. Her hair tossed, her ears flopping about her face. Her tail brushed me while her ass wiggled. She stirred her pussy around my dick, massaging my cock.

Her hot, juicy cunt gripped me. Massaged me. Every plunge swelled and swelled the ache at the tip of my cock. The silky rubbing built in me. My globe tightened. I swung into her, smacking into her bush. I groaned, twisting her nipples, wanting this to concluding forever.

"Oh, yes, Eric !"She barked."Your cock feels 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 hard. She deserves it !"

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

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

Her puss went wild about my cock.

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

She was cumming. I could feel her passion spasming around my dick. This amazing ripple. Her flesh massaged me. I groaned, twisting her nipple as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing cunt. Her pleasure rippled around me. I could n't take much more of this. Her slit sucked at my dick.

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

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

I drew back, my climax soaring towards the moment of no return. I could feel it. My cum was about to erupt from my dick. Her flesh massaged me as I jammed back into her silky astuteness. I balls smacked into her bush.

I erupted.

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

A herculean blow of jizz fired for my dick, basting my sister-bitch 's pussy. joy surged through me. This tingling rush of rapture that slammed into my judgment. Despite how brightly it was, darkness washed across the world. Stars danced, celebrating my pleasure.

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

"Yes, Jane, that 's amazing,"I groaned as her puss wrung out the last bead of my cum.

"Eric, Eric, yes !"she whimpered. Her head lowered. The spasming of her slit died as my cock softened inside of her."Oh, that was wonderful. It was the Best thing in the world. 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 cock slipping out of her pussy. I sank down on the grass and stretched out. The tree rustled over me, the blue devil sky peeking through gaps in the leave-taking. I felt incredible. Amazing. I just wanted to lie here and pass out.

Jane turned around. Her collar jangled as she nuzzled down my shaft. Her glossa licked up my peter. She cleaned off her pussy succus. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her tongue bathing my dick. I smiled as I started to uprise voiceless. I reached out and grabbed her leash, holding it in a faineant grip.

"What a estimable, little sister-bitch you are."

"Thanks !"she yipped before licking up my turncock 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 pussycat juices off my prick, I thought about the future. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be glad that I was taking care 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 catch some Z's at the pes of my bed, wake me up with blowjobs, and just be a unvarying joy in my life.

Come Monday, I 'd accept her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her presence relaxing me as I endured my object lesson. She did n't involve to go to her own year. She was a tame sister-bitch now. During my lunch good luck, I would glut myself in her cunt. I might even pull out her tail and enjoy her asshole. I bet she 'd have it away that.

All my Quaker would be so envious. They 'd all want their own sister-bitch. I smiled, so gladiola for today.

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

My loving sister-bitch.

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The name trembled. This pair of panties was so gamy. The figure loved it. The charge of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't wait to go through out its next twain of scanty. To get them out there. The figure stroked the new one, a scrumptious couple of step-in. They were white and adorned with dainty lace that ran in horizontal bands down the figurehead and arse. In finespun stitching, the two dustup flowed in amber, majestic cursive : Top Queen.

The shape stroked the ruffled lace, loving it. This duo of pantie would institute such delight to its new owner. The pattern had to drop it off.

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

The fog would conduct to the consummate spot for the following girl to find a pair of special panties.

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