Mind-Control pantie

news report ogdoad : Hot & Naughty Bitch

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

banker's bill : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The soma entered a storage it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the type of memory board it had never ventured into before. It was n't the sort of place that Danton True Young little girl shopped at. Nor was it even a place that people typically went to to recover clothing. It was a gaming fund.

The post tingled its green goddess. The air hummed with chance, chance, and wager. The possibility sent a rushing through its veins. If it had n't found this new senior high of judgment ascendance, it would be tempted to see what sort of roguery it could get up to in here.

None of the customer, almost entirely manly, noticed its presence as it ghosted between the shelves covered in fanciful products. Everything from role-playing game books to miniature war game pattern abounded. The shelves were stocked with all manner of dice and ruler and paints and add-in sleeves and a host of early token the pattern had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its senses, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the figure 's manus was a special twosome of panties. It was cut narrower than former ones it had dropped off, almost a thong save it spread into a triangular eyepatch of cloth at the back with enough elbow room for two words to be written : Wild cunt. Printed in scarlet missive, the phrase contrasted with the pale blue polyester/cotton blend.

With a flick, it tossed its creation onto a box of war plot miniatures, the modelling on the screen all brandishing futurist weapons.

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

Only its destined owner would.

With a final examination groan, the figure slipped away with nondescript rest through the fanboys browsing the merchandise. It passed by guys excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a rare carte out of a plugger pack or at finding the last box of a set of miniatures. As the figure stepped out, a Edward Young man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a put-on look on his youthful face. The nineteen-year-old boy was marvelous with a runners build. He looked athletic and more put together look than the usual clientele that shopped here. He wore a wet cooler top made of some futuristic fabric that hugged his body and a pair of running boxershorts. He had sunglasses perched on his caput. He was on his college 's track and field team, but he was also someone who enjoyed playing collectable menu games.

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

He had a caper flavor because of who trailed after him. His fiddling sister, Jane.

She had long, brownish whisker, I lighter hue than her Brother 's abruptly locks. She stood slender, appearing almost like a tomboy. She wore a sloppy T-shirt and loose jeans, a baseball cap perched on her chief. Her blue centre, the same shade as her sr. brother, flicked around while she gushed at all the wonderful quite a little. A smiling spread on her lips, dimpling her lentiginous 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 oculus. His sister did n't seem to detect that he grit his dentition. He shook his oral sex, hating that his parents forced him to watch her for the good afternoon. He was already heading towards the booster packs, eager to overstretch out a few of them and open up them. There was a mythologic rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get lucky.

It would complete his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a brace of panty. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some variety of shape. She drifted to the twosome and snagged them up. She shuddered as the thrill rippled through her. She turned them in her manpower, her eyes falling on the narrow strip that widened into a triangle.

"Wild bitch,"she whispered, this naughty chill shooting through her.

Without thought, she shoved the pantie into her jeans. She whirled around and saw her brother on the other side of the computer memory. She darted past a show, eager to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her previous brother.

If she could, she would follow 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 loose. The atmospheric condition was great, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to channelize to the secret plan entrepot. I had another twenty I could pass on booster ingroup. Maybe this prison term I get the card. I could n't afford to buy it, it was way too much on the junior-grade market. It would complete my deck. I wanted to be ready for next Friday night.

Deciding on heading to the game storage instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a yoke of denim trunks. I snagged a tight T-shirt, pulling it over my fit variant. I stood up, stretching. My breadbasket rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched out-of-doors the room access and came face-to-face with my little sister.

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

She had on a tight distich of jeans that hugged her flesh. The denim clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't give birth much hips, she had some feminine curve to her eighteen-year-old body. Even foreign, I could see her stomach. She wore a belly shirt, a fringe of pink running down beneath the fabric cupping her modest breasts. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a circle of purple textile wrapped around her torso. I shivered as this unusual tingle running through me. It rippled across my peel and ended at my cock. I started to chub up.

Why was I getting hard at the sight of my lilliputian sister ?

"Hey,"she said, this big grinning on her face. It really set off the freckles on her fount."You going somewhere ?"

"Yeah, to the game store,"I said.

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

Normally, I would say no, but all the line of descent was rushing to my peter. She was looking ... sexy. Her stomach was directly and tone up, her bosom, while small, had a nice configuration to them. Her nipples pressed hard, poking at the thin cloth.

"Sure."

Joy burst to life history in her eye. She squealed and threw her weapons system around my neck. She bounced up and planted a kiss on my brass. I could 've sworn I felt her glossa for a second like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this smell of scurvy joy, this wild delight.

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

When did my small Sister get hot ? Damn.

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

"Only one way to discover out,"I said, my cock at a wax hard-on. I wanted to correct myself, but I could n't in straw man of my picayune babe. tinker's damn, she smelled good, too. Something like lilac in the air. This flowery scent. perfume ? Jane was wearing perfume and makeup ?

What was going on ?

I felt that tingle racing through me the entire way down the step. I could n't help but acknowledge her firm, little titties jiggling in her tight top. They were blossoming into a delicious twosome of bosom. I was rock-hard. I wanted to head 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 cute together. I 'm glad you 're spending some time with your picayune babe. I know how much she loves hanging out with you."

"Yeah,"I said, trying not to ogle my baby 's budding tits in front of my female parent."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 seat, her light-brown hair swaying about her face. Her cheekbones were touchy, her brim ruby red. The eye shadow only enhanced the oceanic abyss blue of her heart. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her expose midriff and alluring cleavage. Even her berm were cute.

damn. I could get used to having a irritating sister who looked like this.

We reached the biz store after about ten instant, Jane bursting out of the car and racing around to my side before I could mount out. She took my arm the bit I got out, rubbing her cheek 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's breadth on it. It was in the back of my mind, but I ignored it. I headed inside, the bell tinkling as we entered.

It was Saturday, so the plaza was packed. There was some card tournament going on in the dorsum, a bunch of role player huddled around close tables. They were n't playing my plot. It looked like one of the Anime one with the cute miss. I was n't quite into that. Dragon Ball Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's head darted odd and redress as we headed towards the booster packs. She chatted, her voice making this soothing background disturbance. I paid only half attention of what she said, it was all just excited barks. Cute, but meaningless. Her mind darted around, her center full. I swear her pelvic girdle were wiggling.

I grabbed a couple of booster clique off the stand, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a footling wheel of cosplay item. staple stuff. Some headbands for that ninja anime, a few shirts, and a dyad of dog pinna on a headband. The moment I saw them, the tingle raced through me. I seized the dog auricle, not caring about the price, and placed them on my sister 's promontory. The floppy ears dangled down the side of her headspring, swaying as she moved. I could n't serve myself.

I rubbed the top of her brain, 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. She pressed that lithe trunk against me, my peter pounding as she planted another kiss on my cheek. This time, I was certain I felt her glossa licking for a moment. Then she broke away, her dog pinna 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 sideboard, she darted to support good beside me. She leaned her elbows on the glass display the hard cash register set on and said,"tone what my pal 's buying me. Are n't they cute ?"

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

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

She let out this present moment was practically orgasmic. It made my tool shiver hard.

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

He nodded, ringing me up. My babe squirmed against me the entire time as I paid. I had just enough money. I got a twain of cents back in alteration and then we were off. She clung to me again, her pass vibration, her floppy ears bouncing. Her trivial nose twitched.

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

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

"Yes,"she gasped.

She darted her head towards me. Instead of planting a kiss on my cheek 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 reason, all the blood swelling my peter. I do n't think ever being harder. My baby was just so cute.

I popped open the first pack, ignoring all the commons and uncommons. I went straight for the stopping point 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 buck for.

I opened the second inner circle, the foil crinkling. Jane was perched on her knees now trembling as she watched. She had this tone of Hope in her eyes, her hands clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her little olfactory organ twitching.

"tinker's damn,"I moaned, getting a dual farming in the arcsecond ring. It was n't a bad twist, but it was n't in the people of colour I was playing.

"finally 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 back of the pack. I yanked, ripping the sealing glue apart and opening it. I slid the cards out of my hand, fanning through the trash commons, giving the few uncommon a glance, and ...

My affection almost stopped. There it was. The mythic rare I needed. This circuit board sold for eighty-seven dollars lastly fourth dimension I looked online. My ticker exalted.

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

I gave a retard nod. With care, I set the card on my dashboard, my body trembling.

Before I could do anything else, my sister squealed and threw her weapon system around my neck. Then her lips were kissing me everywhere. Her knife was flicking out, licking across my face. Her lingua darted around my cheeks. My mentum. She lapped at my frontal bone.

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

And then she found my brim. I groaned as her tongue thrust into my backtalk. She licked around the interior, whimpering against me. My cock 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 putz as I groaned into the candy kiss with my sister.

I needed her to lie with me. I needed her to lick my cock. If she did, she would be such a good, minuscule sister.

As if sensing my motivation, Jane pulled away, her face flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the view of my cock. My little sister shuddered, her modest bosom jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a deep breath and said,"Do you call for me to ... ?"

I nodded."You 'd be a dandy, slight sister if you did."

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

I groaned at the incestuous contact of her hand grabbing my arduous gumshoe. I reclined back in my fundament, not caring that people were coming in and out of the store. They walked by the car as my picayune sis leaned down. She was just doing what a good, fiddling sister should.

There was nothing incorrect with that. nada I should be ashamed of.

"Yes,"I groaned as her tongue swiped over the spongy tip of my diadem. She gathered up the chunk of precum.

She giggled."You like that ?"

I scratched her head between her ear. She shuddered and darted her head down again. She licked all the way across my stopcock in one long, shuddering go. I groaned, my testis tensing at the pleasure. Such a good, petty sister.

I kept scratching the top of her question, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the peak of my dick. It was incredible. Her glossa was so agile. Then she licked at the shaft right beneath my tip, her bridge player pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous rush shooting through me. I glanced down her trunk, her rump clad in those tight denim, the jean molding to her cute butt. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What ?

My sum 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 saliva. My nut tensed. They were filling up with a encumbrance of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her head. I shifted in my seat. She was such a sound, little ... Sister. Yeah, she was a good, little sister.

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

Was"sister"the decent news for her ? Something felt missing.

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

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

Yeah, she was a unspoilt, little bitch. My sexy sister-bitch. I shuddered as her lips nuzzled against my balls. She sucked on one for a import, her knife playing with it. Pleasure shot up to the tip of my dick, my shaft twitching in her grip. Her helping hand pumped up and down my shaft. Her grip send off delight flowing through me.

Then she was licking back up my shaft. She dragged her spit the intact way up. I felt her diskette ears brushing my stomach. Her lips reached the tip. She nuzzled against it. Her glossa licked and lapped at the slit, gathering up my precum.

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

Her hip wagged back and forth, her vocalisation moaning around my cock.

I stared down at her she sucked on my turncock, her lip sealed around it. Her floppy pinna swayed around her cheek as she bobbed her promontory. Her lingua never stopped licking me as she blew my hawkshaw. Incestuous pleasure surged through me as the imperativeness built and built at the tip of my peter. I shuddered as my petty sister-bitch pleased me. She gave me what I craved. What I needed.

"nooky, yes, Jane !"I groaned."Keep sucking. Make surely you swallow all. good, petty sister-bitch 's enjoy all their blood 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 pack much more of this. My hand tightened on her brain, gripping her whisker. She had such a silky coat. I held compressed, making sure she kept sucking. The pressing 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 lip. Blast after attack of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in delight. Her hip joint wagged back and Forth River. The car rocked on its cushion as I shuddered. My back pressed into the tail. My foot jammed on the pasture brake. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.

Spurt after spurt of my jizz flooded her mouth. Each clap sent pleasure slamming through my judgement. It was vivid. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every single outbreak. And she gulped it all down. My orgasm peaked.

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

I relaxed my bag. She popped her rima oris off my pecker and sat up. She licked her backtalk, cleaning up a little bit of my spunk that had escaped her oral fissure. Her amobarbital sodium eyes met mine, brimming with delight. I scratched between her auricle. She shuddered.

"I did good ?"she asked.

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

She squealed in delight and hugged me again. Her knife licked up my cheek over and over. I shuddered, smiling. I was buzzing in joy. She was amazing. I would let her stay fresh licking me. It was when I realized I had to buy things 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 a good deal I need to get you."

She nodded her top dog, her eyes glistening with excitement."Yes !"she barked."We have to."

She bounced on her articulatio genus in the bum, whining. Her inflammation was enthusiastic.

I started my car and bucked out. She had her brass pressed against the windowpane. I rolled it down for her. I smiled as she thrust her brain out. Her floppy dog ears flapped in the breeze. She looked like she was having so a great deal fun. My dick throbbed, so sword lily I had my little sister-bitch to take care of.

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

When I could, I petted my handwriting down her spine, sliding from her bare articulatio humeri, across her belly shirt, to her lower back. She really wiggled when I scratched her right above the waistband of her jeans. She whimpered, her ass swaying.

She was missing something there.

She bounced with fervor as I pulled off the route into the large pet store 's parking lot. She thrust her forefront back inside the car, grinning at me. Her brown hair 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 tread out. I shook my head, glad that she raced around the car and came up to my face. Some sister-bitches you 'd get to chase all over. She was such a trade good puppy. I scratched her head, and she smiled in pleasure. She clung to my arm as we swept inside. I was so charge to buy her everything she needed.

The sliding glass threshold whisked open on our approach path. The pet storage was arrayed before us. It brimmed with possibilities. So many of them. Jane 's caput whipped around, her mane of long, Brown University haircloth sweeping about her articulatio humeri. Her little chest jiggled in her miserly boob tube. Should a sister-bitch wear article of clothing ? I blinked at that idea, this shiver racing through my body. Well, of course, she needed clothes. She could n't go around naked.

Why not ? the quiver seemed to whisper.

"Ooh, look at that,"Jane said, tugging on my arm."Ooh, ooh, it 's so glistening. Can I have that ?"

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

"You 're such a wonderful Brother,"she said."I love you so much."Her head 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 chewing toys, pet nutrient, accessories for skirt, fish tanks, and then we got to the apprehension. I passed the one for bozo', heading for the dogs'. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my gaze flicking right and left. There were some that were made of rough, canvas-like stuff while others were made of tranquil leather. A sturdy fabric. Long lasting. Some were thick, but that did n't seem to fit my sister-bitch. She was a petite thing.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid eyes on the narrow black choker studded with shiny rivet, I knew it was stark for her. I pulled it down, the heart-shaped tag swaying. The bright metal glinted. I needed to have it engraved. I gripped the leather isthmus, smiling.

"Oh, Eric, it 's perfect,"Jane said."Can I fatigue it ?"

"I have to pay for it,"I said."And it has to get engraved. I need to experience your name on it so mass will have it off who you are."

She beamed at me. I could n't serve but pet her head.

Next, we headed to the trio. I wanted something to keep her conclusion but had adequate 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 pinch. There was a blackened, leather leash. It was the Saami dark cultivation. It was pricier, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would part with no expenses for her.

I snagged it, my sister nodding in commendation. She darted ahead of me, her cute can wiggling in those blind drunk jeans. I had to find that supplement. It was the next thing I needed. I headed down the gangway, looking. Scanning. A sister-bitch needed a tail.

Two aisle over, I found the animate being tails. They had bushy fox after part, sleek cattails, crooked monkey derriere, and even dog tails. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the type that clipped onto the backrest of the gasp or were held on by some sort of adhesive. They did n't look sturdy. 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 conoid at the end. That stopple that would apply it in station.

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

I spotted a shop actor 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 shiver rippling over my sister while the salesgirl blinked her eyes. She shook her pass, her dark hair swaying about the blue devil polo she wore. Her eyes went out of centering for a mo."Oh, that 's wonderful. And you need to get a tooshie for her, proper ?"

"Yeah, but you do n't give birth the right unity,"I said."Where are the 1 with the chaw ? You know, that I can introduce. I want something strong-arm 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 mighty here. You gon na want to go to a more pornographic store."

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

My sister-bitch gave me a confused look.

"Yep,"the salesclerk said."I 'm sure you 'll find 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 fund and we take tending of you,"she said. She had such a well-disposed grinning 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 salesgirl laughed."My, she 's a well-disposed one."

"Yep,"I said, my bridge player sliding down to grab my sister-bitch 's ass through her jean."She 's such a delight. I 'm really enjoying having her around."

"I bet you are,"she said."You should take her to the parkland. She looks like she needs to run around. Burn off some energy."

My prick pounding."Oh, yes, she definitely needs to burn up off some energy."

The saleswoman smiled and then headed off to avail another customer. I led my baby to the back of the storehouse. A middle-aged guy with thick glasses took the tag to scratch Jane on the social movement and in diminished letters beneath,"Owned by her brother Eric."It took about ten minutes, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the touch.

Jane gushed seeing her gens written in the flowing cursive."Oh, it 's so pretty,"she moaned."Please, please, can I don it ? I want to break it right now !"

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

"Yes !"She barked.

Jane was antsy as we waited in line of products. There was a issue of customers before us, and only one bank clerk working. The missy went as fast as she could, but it was still slow going. Jane whined. She pressed up against me. I felt her small titty and hard nipples rubbing into my side. She humped her pussy against my leg, her denim rasping against my tegument. She was so fretful. 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 turn off some zip, too. My dick throbbed.

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

"Enjoy your day,"she said.

I nodded, vaguely wondering how a good deal it costs. I did n't have any money on me. How did I ... ?

The tingles soothed away any questions.

The moment we were outside the store, I pulled out the arrest. Jane swept back her whisker and held it out of the way. Her diskette dog pinna swayed about her face as I wrapped the collar about her neck. I cinched it tight, the black leather contrasting with her blench peel. Her tag dangled down to the hollow of her throat, the metallic bosom glinting. Her name shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of delight, bouncing in place, the tag flashing.

I pulled back on the tab on the tether, opening its grasp. I snapped it around the ring of Jane 's collar. She trembled, her doggy ears swaying about her face. She stared up at me with such joy in her eyes as I gripped the leash. She could n't get far away from me now. She let out a barque of joy, her face bursting with pleasure.

"I love it, love it, I love it !"she yapped, bouncing before me. She threw her weapon 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 char said, nodding in approval.

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

My hammer was so hard.

"Come on,"I said, aching to exercise her right field here."We need one more thing. Then we 're going to the green. You can accept so much fun."

"Yes !"she moaned and then fell down onto her hands and knees 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 disk ears swaying about her buttock. She did n't try to abscond away from me but stayed right beside me like a good sister-bitch.

Damn, I was so sword lily I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the passenger door. She climbed right up, sitting on her knees in the seat, her head darting around. The cordiform tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the hollow of her throat. I unlatched her trinity and closed the door. She immediately rolled down the window and stuck her head out. She had such joy in her red-faced cheeks, her blue eyes shining.

I rushed around the car, climbed into the driver seat, and started the locomotive. She whooped in delectation as I backed out of the distance, her ass shoved right at me. Her dungaree clung to it. The denim was in the way, hiding the truly delicious component part 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 denim as she wiggled. She would look so beautiful with her prat. I could n't wait to buy it for her.

I had driven by the Adult Playhouse so many sentence. It had a sleazy look about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a naked woman. All the windows were blacked out. The place promised to sell adult novelties. It promised such prankish delectation inside.

I got out of my car and headed around the car to Jane 's position. 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 computer storage. Though I was nineteen, I 'd never ben in this variety of piazza. 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 room access, Jane heeling me. I opened it, revealing the seedy shop.

Naked breasts were everywhere. On DVD corner. Magazine top. Sex toy boxes. groan echoed through the entrepot. Dirty video played on small TVs in the recess. The gasps and groan rippled through the air. A shaggy 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 differentiate she was uncomfortable. I led her through the computer memory, my brass combustion. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"Damn,"I muttered, glancing at some of the things. pseud hammer. Vibrators. Anal beads. There were some strangely shaped things.

And then I found it. They were right next to the butt plugs. I groaned at the sight of the tails. There were a cat tail and a furry dog tail matching the floppy ears my sister wore. I snagged it up, smiling delight.

"This is what you need,"I said.

"Yes,"barked Jane. She pressed her cheek against my sura again, rubbing against my hairy leg.

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

Maybe I would get in next weekend to buy her some toys to dally with.

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

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

daytime flooded around us. It almost was a physical mien. I groaned as I let my little sister out. She let out a bark succor and darted towards the car. She gasped as the leash pulled her up short. She turned around to look at me, impatience painted across her face. I chuckled and hurried towards her.

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

She nodded. I opened the car doorway, she scampered inside. When I unclipped her ternion, she grabbed the hem of her belly shirt and pulled it up her torso. She bared her pocket-sized breasts, tossing the garment onto the car posterior. I smiled at the slope of her firm, little breast. Her nipples were hard.

I pinched one.

She giggled and growled. She nipped my script with a playful pungency."I liked that, Eric."

I petted her hairsbreadth through the surface window."You 'll get to feel that a lot,"I told her."Now, are ready for the park ?"

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

I raced to the green. I broke speeding laws to get us there. What should have taken ten hour took three. I screeched to a halt in the parking space, breathing in the freshly air. I climbed out of the car, running around to disengage Jane. I clicked on her deuce-ace before she could get away. She whimpered, looking at the open sess. Her breasts quivered as she crouched beside the car.

"Eric !"she groaned.

"Get those blue jean off and then we 'll work,"I said."I do n't know why I 'm letting you endure clothes. 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 pinko socks she wore. succeeding were the jeans. She unsnapped them, her hips wiggling from side to side as she worked off the smashed material. She exposed a pair of Inner Light blue pantie. They were practically a thong but widened into a triangle at the top of her arse. I admired her ass, mostly visible thanks to the cloth vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the musical phrase on the back.

"Wild bitch."

Not any longer. I 'd cultivate her. She was my just sister-bitch.

I groaned when she shoved those scanty down. She bent over, a calorie-free solicitation of brown haircloth adorning her virgin snatch. She stepped out of her step-in and tossed them into the car."I do n't ask 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 buttocks arched up. She was ready for her buttocks. 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 mouthpiece all-encompassing. I pressed it passed her lips, letting her spittle soaking it. She swirled her spit around it, whimpering. Her fiddling white meat quivered and jiggled.

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

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

"That 's improbable,"the womanhood said."You enjoy your day."

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

My dick throbbed as I brought the tail end plug 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 the spicy olfactory property of Jane 's pussy. I breathed in the perfume as I pushed the tail 's spark plug against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her arse widened and widened, swallowing more and to a greater extent of the spit-lubed derriere plug. She gasped, her head tossing, diskette 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 bow-wow quarter draped over the pass and dangled down between her second joint, hiding her pussy from sentiment. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her pelvic arch. Her fag end wagged back and forth, her cunt flashing.

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

"perfective !"she barked."Oh, Eric, thank you !"

She scampered around, her tail swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my look, her tongue bathing me. Our lips met and I kissed her. I thrust my tongue into my sister-bitch 's mouth. I gripped the tierce 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 amble around the park."

"Yes !"she barked.

She crawled ahead of me, her new tail swishing back and Forth River. 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 cock in my jeans. I could n't help but stare at that slopped ass, her pooch tail swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her pussy would glint out, that pink scratch adorned by her curly-brown pubic hair. Dew glistened on her silky chain, showing her excitement.

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

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

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

"Now she 's such a sound little 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 treat,"I said."Come on, Jane, let 's prevent going."

"Right !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, grass blade whisking against her hands and knees. Her head darted to and fro. As I walked her, Guy and girls would amount up to pet her head. Sometimes, she would lick their manpower while other times she would cower close to me, especially if they were grandiloquent guys. She 'd press against me and mewl. I scratched her psyche to reassure her. A bit later, she 'd forget her awe and scamper on ahead, her tail swishing behind her.

She 'd whiff little flower peeking through the grass of the sphere. Her head would flit to and fro as some new sight arrested her aid. Sometimes she would pelt along forward only to get caught up short by the leash. Other times, she crawled at my gait, just breathing in all the scents, her little titties quivering. A bead of kitty-cat juices ran down her mighty thigh.

Our route took us near a expectant pine tree. She whimpered as she approached it, then she looked at me. I frowned at her, asking"Is something ill-timed ?"

"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, turning around. She squatted down and moan. I watched the yellow urine splashing against the tree trunk. It spilled on the woods to the land, soaking in it. My pecker grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her urine flow. 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 nerve in my crotch. She breathed in."Mmm, you smell so estimable. And your dick is so surd. Do you need me to lick your cock again ?"

"I need something a bit more than that,"I said."You 're going to be a good, niggling sister-bitch, right ?"

She nodded her pass, her diskette spike twitching."Yes,"she moaned."You could have it off my pussycat. It 's all right. You 're my brother-owner. You 're the only if one who can fuck me."

I petted her."That 's right."

I was too horny to wait to get household. Why not here ? She was a sister-bitch. She had nothing to be ashamed of."undetermined my fly, Jane."

"Yes,"she barked in pleasure. Her profane eyes shone up at me, the freckle on her face twitching. Her fingers fumbled at my holdfast. She opened up the fly of my shorts, the zip fastener rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My peter swelled the front of my boxers. My tool was so hard. She pulled those down next, my turncock 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 extend couple. They just smiled and waved at me."Enjoy her,"the guy called."Damn, I wish I had a sister-bitch."

"I know,"the fair sex said."I bet she 'd lap up my pussy so well. expert 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 pussy. I could smell out that spicy fragrance. She needed this so bad. She whimpered, wiggling her ass. I grabbed my cock and lined it up.

I groaned at the silky look of her pubic hair's-breadth caressing my cock. I was going to love my first girl. My sister-bitch 's incestuous Rush shot through me as my tool 's tip nuzzle through her bush and found the virgin lips of her cunt. She growled in pleasure, her back arching as I rubbed my tool '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 dick. I groaned, my heart pumping fast. The whizz felt incredible. Her pussy lips just wrapped around the first half-inch of my dick. The silk embraced me as her thin membrane stretched to its limit.

Her cherry popped.

She gasped.

I groaned as I sank into my sister-bitch 's incestuous zany. She barked and growled and yelped in delight as I sank more than and more of my prick into her twat. I groaned as her silken form engulfed me. I gripped her keister in one hand, tugging on it just enough to feel the butt ballyhoo. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

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

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the greatest smell in the world to be inside my sister-bitch 's pussy. To feel her slit wrapped around my dick. I groaned, my deal gripping her pelvis. Her tail rubbed against my left side, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a mysterious breathing time, my t-shirt tactual sensation so sloshed around my chest. Her cunt clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

"holy place fucking shit,"I panted. This was intimately than I could envisage. Then I could dream about. It was heaven.

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

"You like that, huh ?"I groaned, wanting to incite and yet enjoying the feel of her around me too lots 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 finger better if you pump away. I just know it. Please pump away. Please work that rooster 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 Eskimo dog. The dog gave a unity bark.

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

Drawing back my hips was incredible. Her flesh gripped my cock. The foreplay raced down to my testis. They were tense. Full of cum. I wanted to fire into her. My putz emerged, inch after inch soaked in her succus. Her spicy odor filled my nose. A heavenly scent.

She barked in delight as I rammed back into her cuckoo. I smacked into her tooshie, her fundament shifting. 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 kitty rampart. My helping hand stroked her slope, petting her as I drove my dick back into her.

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

"Jane !"I gasped."You 're such a trade good sister-bitch !"

"Yes !"she groaned."Yes, yes, I 'm so happy ! You feel so amazing inside me, Eric !"

She threw a tone over her shoulder, her floppy spike swaying. Her blue heart met mine, glistening with her passion. She whimpered and yelped as I drove my cock in and out of her. I hammered my sister-bitch 's incestuous profundity. Her pussy gripped me. I shuddered, the ache growing and growing at the tip of my cock. I wanted this to hold up forever.

Knew it couldn't.

I slid my hands up her soundbox, caressing up her liquid tum until I felt the edge of her ribs. A moment later, I found her small chest. Those budding mounds. I knew they would puff up. Grow larger and bombastic. When she had her first child, they would meet with milk. They would turn nice and unit of ammunition. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her puss. I plundered her pussy and twisted her nipples.

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

I savored the crocked grip and increased the friction of her slit. I plunged with force into her as I manipulated those arduous nitty-gritty. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my fingers. How much fun it was to wager with them. It added to the delight of plunging into her cunt while also giving my creative thinker something else to focus on.

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

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

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

Her hot, juicy bitch gripped me. Massaged me. Every plunge swelled and swelled the ache at the tip of my turncock. The silky clash built in me. My egg tightened. I swung into her, smacking into her President Bush. I groaned, twisting her pap, wanting this to last forever.

"Oh, yes, Eric !"She barked."Your stopcock feels so amazing. Something 's happening to me. I can feel it. I think ... I think I 'm going to cum !"

"What a golden sister-bitch,"a woman said. She smiled as she jogged by."Make her cum severely. She deserves it !"

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

Jane moaned. Whimpered. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter around my dick. It felt incredible. I groaned as I slammed into her. The tree diagram rustled over us as she arched her back. Her little tit jiggled in my massaging grip. Her whisker tossed.

Her pussy went violent about my cock.

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

She was cumming. I could feel her passion spasming around my dick. This amazing riffle. Her flesh massaged me. I groaned, twisting her tit as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing puss. Her pleasance rippled around me. I could n't take much more of this. Her bitch 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 orgasm soaring towards the moment of no return. I could feel it. My cum was about to erupt from my peter. Her flesh massaged me as I jammed back into her slick deepness. I balls smacked into her bush.

I erupted.

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

A powerful blast of jizz fired for my dick, basting my sister-bitch 's pussycat. pleasance surged through me. This tingling haste of rapture that slammed into my mind. Despite how bright it was, darkness washed across the world. wizard danced, celebrating my pleasure.

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

"Yes, Jane, that 's astound,"I groaned as her pussy wrung out the last drops of my cum.

"Eric, Eric, yes !"she whimpered. Her capitulum lowered. The spasming of her pussy died as my putz softened inside of her."Oh, that was wonderful. It was the near thing in the reality. Did you screw it !"

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

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

I groaned, my dick slipping out of her pussy. I sank down on the grass and stretched out. The tree diagram rustled over me, the amobarbital sodium sky peeking through gap in the leave. I felt unbelievable. Amazing. I just wanted to lie here and pass out.

Jane turned around. Her collar jangled as she nuzzled down my shaft. Her tongue licked up my hawkshaw. She cleaned off her pussy juice. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her tongue bathing my hawkshaw. I smiled as I started to grow hard. I reached out and grabbed her leash, holding it in a lazy grip.

"What a ripe, short sister-bitch you are."

"Thanks !"she yipped before licking up my turncock again. She reached the tip and sucked it into her rima oris, cleaning off all her pussy cream.

As I lay there, savoring my sister cleaning her snatch juices off my putz, I thought about the future. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be happy that I was taking caution of Jane, pleased with me that I had taken her in mitt. She 'd be such a just sister-bitch. I just knew it. She would catch some Z's at the human foot of my bed, waken me up with blowjobs, and just be a constant joy in my life.

come Mon, I 'd take her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her presence relaxing me as I endured my deterrent example. She did n't need to go to her own division. She was a tame sister-bitch now. During my lunch break, I would gormandise myself in her pussy. I might even pull out her tail and bask her cocksucker. I bet she 'd love that.

All my friends would be so jealous. They 'd all want their own sister-bitch. I smiled, so glad for today.

For a instant, I wondered how it happened. A little tingling raced from my Sister 's knife and up through my cock. It did n't matter how it happened. It just mattered that I had her.

My loving sister-bitch.

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The fig trembled. This pair of step-in was so gamy. The figure loved it. The rush of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't wait to slip away out its next pair of panty. To get them out there. The digit stroked the new one, a delicious yoke of scanty. They were white and adorned with dainty lacing that ran in horizontal ring down the front and bottom. In delicate stitching, the two Word of God flowed in gold, regal cursive : Top Queen.

The figure stroked the ruffle up lace, loving it. This couplet of panties would bring such delight to its new owner. The chassis had to drop it off.

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

The fog would lead to the perfect billet for the next girl to find a pair of special panties.

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