Megan's Mom

I waited trough my parents finally left the business firm. My mom was adjusting my dad's tie and applying mascara and searching her purse. I pretended to focus on my prep, I bent over my books and read the assignment again while underlining some of the Christian Bible in my notebook. They were finally ready to go. My mom was telling me to be deliberate and to not do anything crazy.

I smiled innocently and said I was just going to watch some tv once I was done with my homework. Of course that was a lie. The mo I heard the car start and drive away I jumped up from the table. I slammed my rule book close and went snooping into my dads business office. He was a rep for a pharmaceutic company. I had heard him talk about it with my mom, he was supposed to promote and sell this new drug, it was a unconstipated sedative like Xanax or Prozac or something, but as a side effect the affected role would suit very malleable and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my father had said angrily, it's unethical, I don't want to deal that crap.

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

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

I got in the car and went over to Megan's home. Her mother opened the threshold, she was wearing a dark pencil wench with a silk blouse.

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

I suppressed the impulse to say that I already knew that. ‘ Well maybe you can serve me, miss Abberdeen,'I said innocently. ‘ I just need somebody to sing to.'

She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me in. She smelled nice, a fresh flowery perfume. ‘ O please dear, call me Tricia,'she said. ‘ What's wrong ?'

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

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

I crushed the little tab under a spoon and mix in it in with her tea, then I put the cup in presence of her.

‘ Thanks, for talking to me.'I said.

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

‘ Spill the beans,'she said. ‘ Tell me what's ill-timed, sweety.'

I made up a story about boys, an counsel enquiry. She listened carefully. I kept watching her boobs behind the silk blouse, they were just so firm and unit of ammunition, the nipples prodding through the white fabric. As we talked I saw her palpebra drooping a little bit, her address got a little bit slurred and she couldn't seem to center.

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

‘ I'm sorry, honey.'Tricia's eyes closed for a spell and she grabbed her own head. ‘ I don't know what's amiss with me. I just feel so woozy all of a sudden. I can't seem to concenter. Maybe I need some water.'She tried to get up.

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

She stared at me as if she didn't understand. A space look on her brass. ‘ Tricia.'I said to grab her attention. ‘ Here deal this pill.'

Still with that Lapplander blank spirit on her face she picked the lilliputian livid birth control pill from my manus and put it in her sass. ‘ I'm sorry, jenny,'she said. ‘ I just feel so weird all of a sudden. I just don't know ... I don't ... I ...'She sank back into the couch.

I snuggled up next to her and stroke her hair. ‘ That doesn't matter miss Abberdeen.'

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

‘ wellspring you gave me a lot of advise on boys, but actually I wanted to learn more about girls and women.'I let my hand wander over her cheek, tickling her neck then finally cupping one of her big chest. It was slightly heavy, I squished my digit in it, bumping it up and down.

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

‘ Yes I am,'I said confidently.

She nodded.

‘ As a matter of fact. It makes you very very horny, you want me to bear on you more, you want to submit to my touch, submit to my wishes.'My heart was pounding in my throat. I didn't know if it would do work, but I certainly hoped so. My fingers were trembling, my pussy was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her aspect, but nothing happened.

Again I cupped her pinhead, her optic closed in pleasure, her backtalk parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her back, pushing her boob into my finger. So apparently my hypnotism had worked indeed.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my handwriting under the silk, into her bra. Her skin was so subdued, it dented beneath my finger's breadth, I pushed my hand further until I found the nipple. Carefully I massaged the little tubercle. She was panting, her eyes closed, a soft moan every once in a while.

‘ O Jenny,'she muttered.

‘ cry me mistress,'I said, ‘ I'm your schoolma'am and your my slave.'

‘ Yes mistress,'she said willingly.

A outburst of arousal flooded my consistence. It would form. It was working already. Her mind was indeed as malleable as a part of clay. unquiet prickling. I bent over and pressed my lips against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my knife into her mouth. In between my peg my twat was tingling uncontrollably. I rubbed myself against her.

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

‘ No, mistress,'she said.

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

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ So tell me, where do you hold back your rope ?'

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

‘ This'll do,'I said nodding. ‘ Undress yourself.'I climbed onto the bed and watched as she slipped her silk blouse off her shoulders, she unzipped the pencil skirt and pushed it past her rose hip. She was beautiful, she had dainty curvy pelvic arch and a soft tummy. In her underpants she stood in presence of me. I ordered her to come secretive and I slid my hand in between her legs. I felt a weaken muggy spot in her step-in.

‘ You're such a horny little striver,'I said. I felt her thigh clenching my finger's breadth, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, schoolmarm,'she said.

I grabbed the roach tighter. I had never done this for existent. I had studied a million ‘ how to'video's on the internet. I had practices on my own leg, but I've never actually tied someone else. Still I wrapped the rope around her torso, I remembered every single tone. I tied up her boobs, so they were nice and round and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a burl over her clitoris that would push into her everytime she moved and then I ordered her to lay down on the bed and I secured her firmly until she was completely incapacitated and ineffectual to go anywhere or do anything, she could only wriggle and squirm.

I looked down on her, her naked eubstance, her balmy skin. She was getting ruttish and ruttish, she seemed to rub her pussy over the rope on purpose. I caressed her and wondered if I could arrive at her cum.

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

Her eyes were closed, her breathing very shallow, she was all tensed up.

‘ Now cum for me slave,'I ordered.

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

I pushed my fingers into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my nous. I had fingered myself a K times, I didn't want to feel myself, I wanted her to please me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my pussycat was right in her face. I sat down and held myself at the headspring board. Everytime she breathed out I felt a soft breeze whizzing past my pubis.

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

She obeyed and a warm wet agile knife skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner second joint, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my button. I was trembling with arousal. My custody squeezing into the drumhead board. I could hardly assure myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just quivering and spasming every time the tip of her tongue bumped into my piffling clit. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing pleasure bursting through my physical structure. I was in heaven, for a present moment there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the residual of my life-time. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too deluge with pleasure and arousal. I just recollect laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. breathing. Slowly breathing, while the terminal fag end of my orgasm subsided.

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

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

‘ You are double-dyed'she said.

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

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

‘ Yes mistress.'

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

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the minuscule spray bottle as I studied the information leaflet. I followed the education. I stretched my arm out in front of me, and sprayed a niggling miff into her side. A honeyed mist came out that landed over her horn in and lip.

Her oculus started rolling in her top dog. Her pupils dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her body was going wilted already. I gave her another adept whiff. Now her eyes closed completely and her head slumped to the side.

I untied her and removed all evidence that I had been there. Slowly I closed the door behind me and went house. Tomorrow at sunshine practice I would ask her to institute me some piss, that would be a wide-eyed appointment to startle with, to see if it would crap her horny, to see if she was indeed my slave. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the other thing I could cause her do in the future, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just fall away her more of those pills until she was addicted to me .