Megan's Mom

I waited boulder clay my parents finally left the house. My mom was adjusting my dad's tie and applying mascara and searching her handbag. I pretended to focus on my homework, I bent over my books and understand the appointment again while underlining some of the words in my notebook computer. They were finally ready to go. My mom was telling me to be careful and to not do anything crazy.

I smiled innocently and said I was just going to determine some tv once I was done with my preparation. Of course of instruction that was a lie. The moment I heard the car outset and drive away I jumped up from the mesa. I slammed my record book close and went snooping into my pop billet. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical company. I had heard him talk about it with my mom, he was supposed to advertize and sell this new drug, it was a veritable depressant like alprazolam or Prozac or something, but as a side effect the patient would become very malleable and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my Father-God had said angrily, it's unethical, I don't want to betray that crap.

I didn't maintenance about the ethics of it all. I was just blinded by the Word ‘ nous 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 bowing back when they fell off. By accident I'd discovered she was into bdsm and rick, I saw it on her computer, and it got my mind running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and curl so badly.

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

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

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

I suppressed the impulse to say that I already knew that. ‘ fountainhead maybe you can help me, miss Abberdeen,'I said innocently. ‘ I just involve soul to talk to.'

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

We went inside the menage. She invited me to sit on the lounge and offered to establish me some tea.

‘ I'll work it,'I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the water I looked through the medications in my pocket. I skimmed over the information leaflets and side effects, until I found the one I was looking for, although the atomiser could also be interesting to try out with later this eve.

I crushed the footling pill under a spoonful and mixed it in with her tea, then I put the cup in front of her.

‘ Thanks, for talking to me.'I said.

She insisted that it wasn't a job at all, that she would gladly be there for me. She took a sip of tea. Watching her lips pouting around the rim of the cup, seeing the amber colored tea slipping into her mouth, knowing that it would make her a sedated tensile puppet, it made me horny. I felt my pussy throbbing and crossed my legs.

‘ Spill the beans,'she said. ‘ Tell me what's wrongfulness, sweety.'

I made up a report about boys, an advise question. She listened carefully. I kept watching her dummy behind the silk blouse, they were just so firm and round, the nipples prodding through the ovalbumin fabric. As we talked I saw her eyelids drooping a lilliputian bit, her words got a footling bit slurred and she couldn't seem to focus.

Was this it ? Or would the drugs have an even giving gist 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 while and she grabbed her own question. ‘ I don't know what's damage with me. I just finger so woozy all of a sudden. I can't seem to pore. 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 meth with water and a got another tablet out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the short oral contraceptive pill. This'll help.'

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

Still with that Lapp blank tone on her side she picked the little White River pill from my hand and put it in her sassing. ‘ I'm sorry, jenny,'she said. ‘ I just feel so unearthly all of a sudden. I just don't know ... I don't ... I ...'She sank back into the sofa.

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

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

‘ Well you gave me a lot of advise on boys, but actually I wanted to teach to a greater extent about missy and women.'I let my hand wander over her cheek, tickling her neck then finally cupping one of her big white meat. It was slightly heavy, I squished my fingerbreadth in it, bumping it up and down.

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

‘ Yes I am,'I said confidently.

She nodded.

‘ As a issue of fact. It makes you very very ruttish, you want me to touch 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 work, but I certainly hoped so. My finger's breadth were trembling, my pussy was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her typeface, but nothing happened.

Again I cupped her boob, her eye closed in delight, her brim parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her dorsum, pushing her bosom into my finger. So apparently my suggestions had worked indeed.

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

‘ O jenny ass,'she muttered.

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

‘ Yes mistress,'she said willingly.

A explosion of foreplay flooded my body. It would work. It was working already. Her mind was indeed as malleable as a small-arm of corpse. Nervous tingling. I bent over and iron my brim against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my tongue into her oral fissure. In between my legs my pussy 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 figurer. You wouldn't want anyone to find 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 little slave.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

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

She said she would channelise it to me and I followed her to the bedroom. It was a skillful big bed with red satin sheets, that were very soft and slippery. She bent over and pulled out a box from under the bed it was filled with all sorting of miniature. I picked up a long easygoing 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 hips. She was beautiful, she had nice curvey hips and a diffuse bay window. In her underpants she stood in front end of me. I ordered her to number closer and I slid my hired man in between her branch. I felt a damp muggy point in her scanty.

‘ You're such a horny niggling slave,'I said. I felt her thigh clenching my fingerbreadth, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, mistress,'she said.

I grabbed the R-2 tighter. I had never done this for real. I had studied a million ‘ how to'video's on the cyberspace. I had praxis on my own leg, but I've never actually tied someone else. Still I wrapped the rope around her torso, I remembered every unmarried stride. I tied up her boobs, so they were nice and round and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a knot over her clit 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 helpless and unable to go anywhere or do anything, she could only wriggle and squirm.

I looked down on her, her naked consistence, her soft cutis. She was getting corneous and horny, she seemed to rub her puss over the forget me drug on purpose. I caressed her and wondered if I could make her cum.

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

Her middle were unopen, her breathing very shallow, she was all tensed up.

‘ Now cum for me slave,'I ordered.

Her consistency started rocking. She was moaning loudly, her back arching. I just looked at her consistence in awe. I rubbed my finger over my pussy. I just couldn't control myself any more. I undressed myself and laid down on top of her. My pussy rubbing against hers, against the knot that was there. I was rocking back and forth getting hornier and randy.

I pushed my fingerbreadth into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my head. I had fingered myself a one thousand clock time, I didn't want to finger myself, I wanted her to please me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my pussy was right in her facial expression. I sat down and held myself at the head board. Everytime she breathed out I felt a mild duck soup whizzing past my pubis.

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

She obeyed and a strong wet agile lingua skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner second joint, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my clit. I was trembling with foreplay. My script squeezing into the head display panel. I could hardly control myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just quivering and spasming every time the tip of her tongue bumped into my fiddling clit. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing pleasure bursting through my body. I was in promised land, for a second there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the ease of my life. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too overcome with delight and rousing. I just call up laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. ventilation. Slowly external respiration, while the last tail of my orgasm subsided.

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

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

‘ You are perfect'she said.

I pushed myself upwards, and looked into her face. Was she still drugged or had the drugs flushed through her system already ? I didn't know. It was making me dash. I contemplated giving her something more, maybe I could try out that spraying 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 tense you'll inexplicably just need to obey me, want to dish out me, want to be my slave. Knowing I'm your schoolmistress, knowing you should do exactly as I tell you, just turns you on, doesn't it ?'

‘ Yes mistress.'

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

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the little spray bottle as I studied the information leaflet. I followed the program line. I stretched my arm out in front of me, and sprayed a niggling huff into her nerve. A angelic mist came out that landed over her poke and backtalk.

Her eyes started rolling in her pass. Her pupils dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her physical structure was going wilted already. I gave her another good whiff. Now her eyes closed completely and her question slumped to the side.

I untied her and removed all grounds that I had been there. Slowly I closed the door behind me and went home. Tomorrow at cheer practice I would ask her to bring me some water, that would be a simple duty assignment to start with, to see if it would piddle her horny, to see if she was indeed my slave. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the early things I could name her do in the future tense, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just slip her more of those pills until she was addicted to me .