Megan 'S Mom


Bdsm
Megan's Mom

I waited cashbox my parents finally left the sign. 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 volume and register the assigning again while underlining some of the quarrel in my notebook computer. 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 moment I heard the car start and drive away I jumped up from the mesa. I slammed my Christian Bible close and went snooping into my daddy office. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical companionship. I had heard him spill about it with my mom, he was supposed to promote and sell this new drug, it was a regular sedative like Xanax 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 trade that shit.

I didn't forethought about the ethical code of it all. I was just blinded by the Good Book ‘ intellect 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 accident I'd discovered she was into bdsm and wrick, I saw it on her computer, and it got my mind running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and kink so badly.

I opened the drawers of my father's desk and found an array of medicine. 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 sac.

I got in the car and went over to Megan's house. Her mother opened the door, she was wearing a dark-skinned pencil chick with a silk blouse.

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

I suppressed the impulse to say that I already knew that. ‘ Well maybe you can avail me, miss Abberdeen,'I said innocently. ‘ I just need someone to babble out to.'

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

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

‘ I'll reach it,'I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the H2O I looked through the medications in my scoop. I skimmed over the information leaflets and side issue, until I found the one I was looking for, although the spraying could also be interesting to try out with later this evening.

I crushed the little pill under a spoon and flux it in with her tea, then I put the cup in front line 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 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 malleable puppet, it made me horny. I felt my slit throbbing and crossed my legs.

‘ spill the beans,'she said. ‘ Tell me what's haywire, sweety.'

I made up a story about boys, an advise interrogation. She listened carefully. I kept watching her dumbbell behind the silk blouse, they were just so firm and bout, the nipples prodding through the white framework. As we talked I saw her lid drooping a footling bit, her spoken language got a piddling bit slurred and she couldn't seem to focus.

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

‘ I'm sorry, honey.'Tricia's center closed for a while and she grabbed her own headspring. ‘ I don't know what's incorrect with me. I just feel so vertiginous all of a sudden. I can't seem to focus. 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 looking glass with weewee and a got another pill out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the piffling anovulatory drug. This'll help.'

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

Still with that same dummy facial expression on her expression she picked the little Edward D. White pill from my script and put it in her mouthpiece. ‘ 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 couch.

I snuggled up next to her and stroke her haircloth. ‘ That doesn't matter 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 son, but actually I wanted to get wind more about young lady and women.'I let my manus wander over her cheek, tickling her neck then finally cupping one of her big breasts. It was slightly sound, I squished my fingers in it, bumping it up and down.

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

‘ Yes I am,'I said confidently.

She nodded.

‘ As a matter of fact. It makes you very very steamy, you want me to touch you more, you want to submit to my skin senses, submit to my wishes.'My affectionateness was pounding in my throat. I didn't know if it would work, but I certainly hoped so. My fingers were trembling, my pussy was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her face, but nada happened.

Again I cupped her tit, her eyes closed in pleasure, her lips parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her back, pushing her dumbbell into my digit. So apparently my suggestions had worked indeed.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my deal under the silk, into her bra. Her skin was so sonant, it dented beneath my fingers, I pushed my hired hand further until I found the pap. Carefully I massaged the little nodule. She was panting, her optic closed, a soft groan every once in a spell.

‘ O Jenny,'she muttered.

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

‘ Yes schoolmistress,'she said willingly.

A fusillade of arousal flooded my consistency. It would make for. It was working already. Her mind was indeed as malleable as a piece of remains. Nervous shiver. I bent over and compact my lips against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my glossa into her back talk. 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 hush-hush, I know that you like to be tied down. I saw it on your computer. 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 piddling slave.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ So evidence me, where do you stay fresh your rope ?'

She said she would steer it to me and I followed her to the bedroom. It was a nice big bed with red satin canvass, that were very soft and slippery. She bent over and pulled out a box from under the bed it was filled with all form of toy dog. I picked up a long soft R-2 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 wench and pushed it past her hips. She was beautiful, she had squeamish curvy hips and a soft pot. In her underpants she stood in figurehead of me. I ordered her to come faithful and I slid my paw in between her pegleg. I felt a damp muggy spot in her scanty.

‘ You're such a turned on minuscule hard worker,'I said. I felt her thighs clenching my fingers, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, schoolmistress,'she said.

I grabbed the rope tighter. I had never done this for real. I had studied a million ‘ how to'video recording's on the internet. I had practice on my own leg, but I've never actually tied someone else. Still I wrapped the R-2 around her torso, I remembered every one step. I tied up her booby, 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 ineffectual to go anywhere or do anything, she could only wriggle and wrestle.

I looked down on her, her naked trunk, her piano skin. She was getting hornier and hornier, she seemed to rub her pussy over the rope on use. I caressed her and wondered if I could make believe her cum.

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

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

‘ Now cum for me slave,'I ordered.

Her trunk started rocking. She was moaning loudly, her back arching. I just looked at her body in awe. I rubbed my digit over my pussy. 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 knot that was there. I was rocking back and Forth getting horny and horny.

I pushed my fingers into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my mind. I had fingered myself a thousand times, I didn't want to thumb myself, I wanted her to please me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my snatch was good in her face. I sat down and held myself at the headway board. Everytime she breathed out I felt a flabby breeze whizzing past my pubis.

‘ clout me,'I said. ‘ joint out your tongue.'

She obeyed and a warm wet agile tongue skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner thigh, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my clitoris. I was trembling with arousal. My paw squeezing into the heading display board. I could hardly insure myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just trembling and spasming every fourth dimension the tip of her clapper bumped into my little clit. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing delight bursting through my body. I was in heaven, for a consequence there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the eternal sleep of my life. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too overmaster with joy and arousal. I just remember laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. Breathing. Slowly external respiration, while the last tail of my orgasm subsided.

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

‘ Yeah,'I mumbled. ‘ I'm perfect tense. 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 frightened. I contemplated giving her something more, maybe I could try out that atomizer that had also intrigued me. I searched for the piffling spray can.

‘ Now slave,'I told her, ‘ you will forget everything that has happened tonight, but in the future tense you'll inexplicably just want to obey me, want to serve me, want to be my slave. Knowing I'm your mistress, 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 rule out about it, so maybe it should be our picayune secret.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the little sprayer bottleful as I studied the information pamphlet. I followed the instructions. I stretched my arm out in strawman of me, and sprayed a minuscule huff into her fount. A Sweet mist came out that landed over her nose and sassing.

Her optic started rolling in her head. Her pupils dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her body was going limp already. I gave her another good whiff. Now her eyes closed completely and her heading 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 home. Tomorrow at sunniness practice I would ask her to get me some water, that would be a dim-witted naming to start with, to see if it would make water her horny, to see if she was indeed my slave. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the other things I could produce her do in the future, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just slip her Thomas More of those oral contraceptive pill until she was addicted to me .
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