Mind-Control panty

floor Fifteen : Becoming a Submissive Teacher Pet

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

banknote : Thanks to Alex for beta indication this !

The physique trembled as it stroked the final stage pair of mind-controlled panties it had made. The fun of this secret plan was exquisite. It savored shaping youthful girls'judgment into its trollop. Turning good girls into whores, bad girlfriend into Virgo, and a whole legion of early spicy designs. But too much of a good thing was bad.

It needed to travel on to new amusements.

The shape slipped unnoticed through the department store. It had been in one of these seat many times. It knew through its waterfall 's magic that this was the gross home to find her. To line up the girl who would wear the limited panties. They were cherry-apple red, the cloth bright and brilliant and innocent. On the cover, in white letters, was written : Teacher 's Pet. A wondrous pair of panties for a Thomas Young girl to wear.

A Whitney Young young lady taught by a hunky professor.

The physique reached where the department memory sold its lingerie. It passed through a display of cute, though not terribly risque, step-in designed to appeal the attention of Young adult female who were shopping with their mothers. One such female child was about to arrive. She was arcminute away from finding these panties.

The design shuddered as, with a casual picture of its carpus, it deposited the mind-controlling panties.

The human body slipped away, unnoticed by any of the human. It was mundane. Just another being shopping there. The mortals'care were on other affair. On material consumerism. The occult was n't for them. The soma trembled in delight as its final mind-controlling panties'game began.

It slipped out of the stores as it felt its butt approach.

Courtney Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a biovular similitude, born min behind her sidekick Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs. Brenda Zachary Taylor. Their affinity was obvious. Both had brown hair, the mother kept hers unawares while the girl 's fell in a yearn and succulent wave down her rear. They both had round faces and similar cheekbones. Courtney had blue eyes from her father, while Brenda possessed a vivacious green.

"I hear you 're becoming Mr. Rainier 's darling,"Mrs. Taylor said to her daughter."A instructor 's pet."

"Mom,"blushed Courtney as she glanced at the scanty. Her breath caught as she stared at that special pair. The words and livid letters beckoned her.

Teacher 's pet.

"I get having a crush on an older man,"said Mrs. Taylor."And Mr. Rainier is a handsome man, but you need to be careful. You 're only nineteen. You 'll get your heart broken."

The girl gave a rebuff nod, utterly entranced by the step-in. Her female parent 's language were flowing through her mind.

"He 's a good man, so I 'm not worried that he 'll take vantage of you, but I know what girls are like at your age,"Mrs. Zachary Taylor continued. She knew Mr. Rainier well. They were both professors at the Lapplander college. In fact, she had both Courtney and Kenneth in her own history course of study."fountainhead, those are cute panties. I see why you 're choosing them. You are a instructor 's pet."

"Yeah,"Courtney said as she picked up the step-in. The tingle rippled through her. Her pap hardened while her creative thinker thought of Mr. Rainier. And leash. Kneeling. Worshiping.

Neither the mother nor the daughter noticed that the cashier failed to ring up one twain of the pantie that the two women bought. A bingle point that they did n't pay for went into Courtney 's bag. Mrs. Taylor did n't even commend the panties by the time they got home.

Courtney did. They scared her. Her mother 's warning dueled with the sudden luxuria to fall apart those panties and become her best-loved teacher 's pet. Something in her blood recoiled from them.

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Dr. Brenda Taylor

I hummed as I entered my daughter 's room, laundry basketball hoop under my arm. I know she was XIX, but I had been doing her laundry for so long it was minute nature to me. I set the field goal atop her dresser, deliberate not to stir up her unicorn statue, and opened the top drawer.

As I grabbed her panties to put them away with the clean ones already in there, I noticed one that was bright red. Same nuance as an apple. I blinked, remembering a month ago we were shopping and she 'd bought these. I picked them up, a strange tingle rippling through me. I shuddered, my teat hardening.

They were gorgeous. Just so delicious. The perfect thing to wear.

Teacher 's Pet.

Those words echoed in my mind. I did n't sleep together why, but I found myself slipping the panties into my sweatpants'sack. I shook my head, confused why I would steal my daughter 's panties. I continued putting the rest of her clothes away. As far as I knew, she 'd never worn them. I know I 'd never washed them. A calendar month was long enough if she was n't going to wear them, so it must be all right for me to take them. I could wear them. It would be funny story. A teacher wearing panties intended for a teacher 's pet.

My own common soldier gag tomorrow at when I taught my college students.

The estimation set my psyche alight with eager anticipation for the relief of the evening. When I laid down beside my hubby, I felt this horny itch inside of me, but I did n't let him know about my needs. I did n't suss out to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my itch, it just did n't feel right.

It was like I needed something else to scratch it.

I struggled to sleep, my intellect filled with strange paradigm. taking into custody. Students. It was all such a blur. A melange of intimate impulses that left me frustrated when I woke up the next morning.

The moment I was done with my rain shower, I was pulling on the panty I stole from my girl 's drawer. They fit perfectly. We were the Saami size, after all. I might be twenty-two twelvemonth senior than her, but I still had a bang-up figure. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my rump. They hugged my flesh. I felt so wicked. They were so different than my usual, irksome panties.

I trembled as I left the overlord privy, my husband stumbling in after me. He grunted, not even noticing what I was wearing.

I glanced at what I 'd lain out to wear for the day. My blouse was just too conservative. I wanted something more fun. Something a little lower cut. I wanted to really show off my gravid titty. I picked up my top and darted to my closet, the bra I was wearing constraining my labored pitcher.

I threw open my cupboard and dug around until I found a blouse I had n't worn in years. It was down and had such a plunging neckline. My husband bought it for me as a birthday present, not realizing just how much flesh it showed off.

It was far More than I usually revealed.

But it was cute. I took it off its hanger and slipped my weapon into the arm. I loved the look of the silk against my bod. I worked the buttons, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my boob, just covering my bra while leaving the residue of my with child surface area of delicious cleavage exposed.

"I bet this will keep the boys focusing today,"I told myself while I stared at my refection in the mirror on the binding of my bedroom door.

I slid my hands up the silk framework of the blouse to cup my chest. I squeezed them. The panties tingled around my pussy. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfect. I ached to be such an breathing in for my son. I needed to assist them pay attention. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the nation, son were falling behind in college. It was up to professors like me to relieve oneself it as engaging for them as possible.



My fingers dug into my titty, my wedding ring flashing on my finger.

I stared at that.

Then I blinked as the tingles soothed away whatever popped into my mind that had distracted me. I turned around and grabbed my doll. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. I wish I had something tighter. Shorter. But I did n't. There was n't very much I could do, but I had capital stage and a overnice ass.

My curves would usher through. I just knew it.

I dug out a couple of five-inch bounder, not my common flats. I knew they would avail to return definition to my tush and conformation to my calves. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stairs, my big tit bouncing and heaving. I could hear my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their aurora chore. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a handsome, nineteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his twin sister, his brown hair cut dead. A big smiling counterpane across his sassing as his gaze rippled up and down my body.

"wellspring, mom, wow."

"Do you like it ?"I asked, this flirty, bubbly spirit to my voice. I could n't serve but giggle like I was nineteen myself.

"sanctum shit, mom !"gasped my daughter, Courtney. She stared at me, her heart panoptic as she held a vauntingly jug of milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her headland."You 're wearing that to school today ?"

"What 's so faulty with this outfit ?"I asked."Your brother the like it."

Courtney glanced at him."Yeah, maybe too much."Her facial expression tightened."Energy Dad make out you 're wearing that ?"

"Why would your dad care ?"I asked."I 'm just wearing this to make sure I get the most out of my boy. I mean, look at Kenneth. He 's certainly paying attention to me."

"A corpse would pay attention to you, Mom,"Courtney muttered. She turned around and thrust the milk into the refrigerator.

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my children while my husband was upstairs taking his long shower. He would just get a cup of coffee before heading out to his power job. Kenneth had hassle focusing on his cereal because he was staring at my breasts. I could n't help but tilt over and pass on him an inspiring showing. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my boys.

I had both my twins in my second year. I was teaching European history. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My fingers itched to play with the large clitoris of my blouse and pass on my boys a goody. Courtney was in the class, but I hardly thought about her. She was a young lady. She did fine in school on her own.

I needed to centre all my attention on my boys.

My husband stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two baby. They rode with me since I was a professor at their college. On the walk out of the mansion, Kenneth was right on my blackguard, such a good boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the figurehead backside much to Kenneth 's letdown.

I rolled my center. She and her comrade were always squabbling. I just wish they would get along. There was a time, when they were nipper, when they did everything together. Then puberty happened.

I was for sure another decade they would be good champion. Again. They might technically adults, but they were till nineteen and immature. For now, they were still getting that matuirty.

I drove eagerly to the college, my scanty tingling, making my cunt itchiness. The wet turmoil soaked between my thigh. Class today would be wonderful. I would be such an amazing professor. All my scholar would just get laid me. I would civilize them. I 'd constitute my son so bright and impudent. I quivered, my second joint rubbing together as I drove, my large breasts jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the full ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the boy were staring at me. Even the single I did n't teach. I loved it. I strolled along on my hound, my pelvis swaying. I felt my skirt rustling over my butt-cheeks and brushing my thighs. I loved the leaping to my teat. I especially savored how the boys watched me.

I wanted to prance. I felt like a dirty money show dog on display, a bitch in her premier proving just how awful she was. I smiled, dazzling each and every boy I passed. A chorus of"Good morning, Mrs. President Taylor,"echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their eyes all flicked up and down my body, noticing me.

I perched on a faecal matter in movement of my first class, branch crossed, all the boys crowding up the front rows. The girls all look disgusted. They were in the dorsum, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something wrong. It was n't my fault that all the son were more interested in learning instead of drooling over their slovenly woman'tight, young body. The boys were finally complimentary of the distraction of all those barely legal tarts.



My boys'endocrine were focused on education now.

It just felt so right. But, as I taught that first class, I felt like the son just were n't quite getting the stuff. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the perfect thought while my outset class filed out and I had to wait for the bookman of my second.

Kenneth was the inaugural to arrive. My son sat battlefront and core before me, a big smile on his face."damn, mom, I am so ready to learn about history from you today."

"Oh, that 's so odorous, Kenneth,"I said, smiling at him.

Courtney, who was slinking into the dorsum of the room, gagged. I did not know what was up with that missy today.

The other boys all perked up when they walked in. Rich, a marvelous guy with blond pilus and a big olfactory organ sat to the right wing of my son while Lance, a buff and improbable Black guy took the derriere to his left hand. For once, he looked eager to check as he stared at me perched on the fecal matter, his white teeth flashing between his deep rim. Paul came in next, a nerdy guy with red whisker and freckle across his look. Today, he did n't attend blase because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front row and with his vertebral column straight. I was inspiring them. Aston and James and Tommy all flooded into the front man row, staring at me.

I sat there, back straight person, drinking in their attention.

When the last scholarly person walked in, a girl named Nancy who just shook her head at the sight of me, I said,"Good morning, son. Are you all eager to learn today ?"

The boy all nodded. Their heads went up and down with such eager thirst. I would establish this lesson so inspiring for them. I could n't let them down. They needed to hear it all. They had to be inspired.

"I thought we 'd make a game of it today,"I said, staring out at them. I played with the top push button of my blouse, a large square just begging to be popped through its grummet."For every head person gets right, a push will come undone on my blouse."

A low, hungry groan came from the boys.

"So, I have four buttons on my blouse. Each inquiry you get right, I 'll untie one. Four doubt, and then I can necessitate my blouse off, Next, I can—"

"Mom !"Courtney gasped and bounded to her feet. She smacked both her hands down onto her desk."What the nether region ?"

"Courtney, you need to be tranquillity, sit down, and let me teach my class."

"Edward Teach your class ?"she gasped, this look of stupor on her cheek."Mom, you 're talking about doing a striptease for the boys."

"I 'm inspiring them to check,"I said."Now you girls need to shut out up, sit down, and do what you 're told. You 're already doing fine. The boy are the ones who need help learning."

"Yeah, shut up, Courtney,"Kenneth said."Mom 's teaching course of study her way."

"Mrs. Taylor, you 're such an astonishing teacher,"groaned Lance. His optic stared at me with such hunger.

"Yeah,"rick said, his big nozzle so sheer. I heard what they said about men with big noses ...

A hot tide rose through my cunt. I shuddered and squirmed on my toilet."Now, if the girlfriend would care to be good and not interrupt us, I 'll begin."

"Yes !"Apostle of the Gentiles groaned. The nerdy guy was interest in learning from me for once. They all were. This was perfect.

"Okay, what was the date that Little Corporal Napoleon I was born ?"

Kenneth shot his helping hand up."August 15, 1769 !"

I beamed at him. As I popped the first square button through its loop, I purred,"That 's correct, Kenneth. Such a bright boy."

James licked his mouth as he stared at my blouse opening, my tumid breasts still constrained. He could see the black bra now, half exposed.

"What was the date that he died ?"I asked, my regard sweeping across the boys.

Saint Paul got his hired hand up first. The gingerroot had such a Brobdingnagian grin on his typeface."May 5th, 1820 !"

"Yes, that 's right,"I moaned, my nipples pressing hard against my bra. I popped the irregular clit through its eyelet. My blouse was halfway undone, my tit pressing against the bra. They wanted to escape.

"Now, the easy I are over, let 's dig into some real account,"I purred."Which revolt did he suppress with the Army of Italian Republic ?"

There was silence for a moment, and then rich people shot his hired man up. I nodded to him. He blurted out,"It was the 13 Vendémiaire Revolt."

I clapped my hands together in delight."fountainhead done."My finger popped the third push through its eyelet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the fluid hide of my stomach."That was wonderful, Rich. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his movement against Austria ?"

It was Saint James 's twist to take up his hand. As he waved it frantically above his head, he said,"He was 26, right ?"

"You 're not certain ?"I asked, having some fun toying with him.

"No, that 's it,"he said, staring at me as I played with that final button."He was twenty-six."

"Yes, that 's right,"I moaned.

I popped the last release through its eyelet. I shuddered as my blouse fell assailable. It exposed my smooth belly and my large breasts constrained in my black bra. All the girl were shaking their drumhead in the backbone of the schoolroom. I did not care if they disapproved of my stupefy way of inspiring my boy. The striptease was staring. My son were all so interested. They were all recalling things right that they normally would forget.

Oh, God, this was just mystify. I could n't believe I did n't think of this before.

I loved these blue pantie I wore. They were so inspiring. Tingles rippled around my slit. The heat built and built in my twat as my male students salivated over me. Young men were such horny things. I was so gladiola I was channeling their lust in an appropriate direction. They would find out so much as they stared at my ample flesh.

I could n't wait to masturbate when I got home.

"Now, why did Napoleon encroach upon the Iberian Peninsula ?"

My son shot his hand up. I smiled, nodding to him."He, uh, wanted to extend the Continental arrangement that existed in France while simultaneously choking off the British trade itinerary through the Mediterranean they had established by constructing the Suez Canal."

I beamed at him. As I shrugged off my blouse, I said,"You are such an intelligent, untried man. I 'm so majestic of you, Kenneth."

"Thanks, Mom,"he said.

"I am never giving you shit for having a mom for a professor,"shaft muttered as I dropped my blouse to the floor.

Courtney just glared at me.

"Now,"I said, reaching behind me and finding the clasp of my bra."Get this next one right, and you 'll be almost there to seeing my big, lush tits. I know how you boys like them large and cushy and bountiful like mine."

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a pack of thirsty dogs all wanting to mount the like bitch. I shuddered, my cervix feeling so bare. There was something missing there. Something I could n't quite property. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the interrogative sentence I needed to ask them. My pussy burned. I ached to touch myself so badly.

I had to concenter. I was here to instruct my boys.

"Where did Napoleon defeat the Prussians ?"I asked, my phonation a sultry purred.

"Oh, that was at the conflict of ..."shaft furrowed his brow."The conflict of Jena and Auerstedt."

"Yes, that 's it,"I moaned. I unclasped my bra.

I brought my hands to the forepart, pressing the cup against my knocker. I wiggled to slither the strap off my shoulders, showing the boy that nothing was holding my bra on my breasts except my hands. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

"You boys get the next one right, and you 're going to see every, last bit of my big titties. Ooh, I know that makes you all hard and eagre, does n't it ?"

"Fuck, yes, Mrs. Taylor !"Aston moaned.

"You 're the skilful fucking teacher ever,"Tommy groaned.

"I love you, Mom !"Kenneth moaned."Ask the head. I want to see those tits."

Courtney gagged. She was just jealous that her brother wanted to see my titmouse and not hers. She only had a pair of round breasts. Smaller than mine. It was a admiration that Mr. Rainier paid any attention to her at all.

"Okay,"I purred, my pussy molten heat."final query. Where was Little Corporal exiled ?"

"That 's such a ass easy one,"muttered my daughter.

"Saint capital of Montana !"shouted Alice Paul as rich cried out,"The island of Saint capital of Montana !"

"Saint capital of Montana !"burst from Lance.

"He was exiled to paragon Helena !"groaned my son, his eyes locked on me.

"Yes, he was,"I moaned and ripped away my bra.

I exposed my breasts to my eager boys. They all groaned. I could feel their eyes staring at my big, lush titmouse. My dusky nipple were so toilsome. I arched my backrest, thrusting my tits out before me. I wanted to make for sure they got a good flavor at them. They swayed with a heavy jiggle. They all groaned, leaning over there desks, drooling.

"You boys all did such a good job,"I said, hopping off my stool. That really made my pinhead bounce."For your wages, I 'll do my talk topless. I 'm sure you 're all going to focus. You 've all learned so much, but now we 'll get into more of the details of Napoleon 's life. Wo n't that be amazing ?"

"Yes, Mrs. Zachary Taylor !"groaned from the male child. My son licked his rim, looking so joyful.

"And you girls, I do n't want to get a line a pipage out of you. You can just pout in the rachis. I do n't care. I 'm here to teach my boys."

God, my pussy was on fire.

I gave my lecture, striding back and Forth between my boys. Their eyes followed my heaving bosom. I shuddered, my naughty panties soaking up my succus. They were just flowing out of me. I 'd never been so wet in my aliveness. I shuddered, loving it. My heels clicked with every step, giving a wanton careen to my hips.

That helped my breasts to jiggle.

I had this strange itching around my neck. I kept my neck as I taught, struggling to infer what I was missing. But I maintained my focus. I taught my son right up until the end of the hour. Then I slipped on my bra, buttoned up my blouse, and gave them all a kiss on the forehead. They were all grinning as they left my year, all talking about how they were so eager for tomorrow 's lesson.

My male student were eager to ascertain. This was fantastic. This was what it meant to be a teacher-pet.

Right then it clicked in my pass what I needed.

Of grade, I could n't do anything about it. I had socio-economic class to instruct. I kept up my exotic dancer example, the little girl all glaring at me in the spine. They were just covetous because I had grown boobs than all of them, and that all the boys wanted to drool over mine as they learn. They were also excited.

Never once did a undivided guy get a question wrong. They got them all correct, letting me leach off my blouse and bra and then lecture topless for the rest of the hour. It was such a rush. Every female instructor needed to do this.

I had no idea what the male professor could do to prompt the boys.

The moment college was done, I headed to the store. Of line, in my eagerness, I forgot to deal my children rest home, but they were nineteen. They could find their own way. I bought my supply. My new getup. I needed a shorter doll, and I could n't wear the same blouse twice. That would just be silly. I was so, so aegir for tomorrow 's class.

I just knew it would be so exciting.

Courtney acted bratty all Night. She was glaring at me, huffing, shaking her head. She kept trying to talk to her father, but he was busy watching the plot. I made sure he had plenty of beers to fuddle. I wanted him out of my hair. Kenneth followed me around, clearly eager to see what I had bought today.

I tapped his nose and birr,"You 'll just experience to wait and see tomorrow, okay ?"

"God, I ca n't wait. Your titty are amazing, Mom."He grinned at me."Can I partake them ?"

I ruffled his hair and kissed him on the forehead."We 'll see. Right now, I 'm sure you have homework to do. It 's not just my class that you need to excel at. You have to be soundly at all of them."

He darted off. It was wonderful to see him working hard for once. He was buckling down.

Unlike his sis ...

I was half tempted to make her stoppage home base from classes. I did n't need her negativity in my class tomorrow. I was all about the positive. Helping my boys to overlook their example. They had to control their knowledge. I could n't expect to facilitate them. I was so wet and horny.

While my married man was snoring on the recliner downstairs, passed out from all the beers I 'd given him, I went upstairs and masturbated.

Hard.

I thought about all my male students. I picture them one by one fondling my breast and sucking on my nipples and eating out my pussy. I imagine their young tool sliding into me. They fucked me hard in my imagination. They pounded me. Lance and his big, opprobrious prick. Paul with his passionate thrusts. Even my own son.

He was still one of my students. It did n't matter if it was incest. I had to make sure that he dominated his example and took charge of his education. I came so operose thinking about Kenneth being in me. My pussy rippled and spasmed around my fingers.

It was incredible.

I passed out in a haze of gamy thoughts. I slept peacefully and woke up bright-eyed the succeeding morning to get gear up. I could hear my hubby grumbling downstairs, clearly hungover. That was his problem. He did n't birth to drink all those beers I 'd given him.

I felt amazing.

I took my shower and got ready. I made indisputable my wooden leg were freshly shaved, and I trimmed my George Bush, making for certain my pubic hairs were n't too long. I thought about shaving it, but I was n't a schoolgirl jade. I was a grow woman. A sexy teacher.

I was just so unrestrained as I pulled on my new blouse. This one was red, an arouse maroon. It, too, had four buttons. It was barely held shut, my large white meat struggling to hightail it. I wore a bra, but only for that first off class. They missed out on my striptease the day before, so I figured I 'd demonstrated it one last time before I implemented my new curriculum during my instant class.

After all, my son deserved to experience it first. He was such a lustrous bookman.

When we left for college, my daughter defiantly sat in the front seat. She glared at me and complained about how short my bird was. It was short. If I was n't careful, I would be flashing my twat.

Of course, I was n't wearing any panty beneath. Not even that special distich. They would just get in the way. My instructor 's Pet panties were awful, but I already knew what I need to do. I had my deterrent example plan firmly set in my mind.

"So you 're not even repentant that you 've become a whore,"Courtney continued.

"I 'm being an inspiring instructor. Did you not listen your brother working on his prep all night ? He was feverish. I know that you just spent all your prison term bothering your father instead of getting your school assignment done."

My girl glared at me. Like she resented me for some ground. well, I was inspired by the scanty I 'd stolen from her. If she just put those on a calendar month ago, maybe she would 've found a way to inspire her teacher. Maybe she would feature become Mr. Rainier 's pet.

fountainhead, they were my panties now.

God, all the boys would love me. They were all waiting out in front of the college. They wolf-whistled when they saw me strutting on my five-inch bounder. My skirt barely covered my ass. If any coed wore a skirt that shortsighted, she 'd be politely asked to go menage. Not me, I was a teacher.

I strolled through the building and marched past my son. They were all so hungry. All set to overshadow their example. I could n't wait.

I entered my schoolroom. I taught my first social class. It was n't the lawful Benjamin Rush I craved, but still fun. My pussy was so wet as I did the striptease. I showed off my breasts to the excited son. I lectured to them topless, but all I could remember about was the special point in my purse. The thing that I needed. The thing that would complete me.

The particular delight that would give a lesson to my son they would never forget.

Finally, my second division had arrived. I was gear up to implement my new larn strategy. The boys were already flooding in. Today, fishgig was the first base to show up. The buff and tall African-American sat down at his desk, hands folded before him. I shuddered, wondering if he had a big pecker.

I hoped he did.

And then my son Kenneth appeared. A strapping, young man. God, he was so good-looking. He had a big grin as he took his fanny. Rich followed, his big nose leading the way. Aston and James and Tommy and Saul of Tarsus all took their seats. They were all ready to learn. All staring at me with such mania on their faces. I could see they were prepare to respond questions.

"Did you boys examine hard ?"I asked, smiling at them.

"Yeah,"Aston groaned, nodding his head.

"You better believe I did, Mrs. Zachary Taylor,"fishgig groaned."First time I 've ever done that."

"Then I am doing a majuscule job as your teacher,"I said, my fingerbreadth undoing the push button of my blouse. I put it on after teaching my terminal socio-economic class topless. I did n't bother with donning my bra, though.

I would n't postulate it.

"You 're not even pretending to make them ask questions now,"my girl asked from the back.

"Courtney, honey, you need to sit there, shut up, and do the reading grant that 's on the card. That 's for all you girls. Just stay out of the boys'pilus. I need to train them. I need to teach them to be dominating, unassailable young men who seize their education.

"Dad is totally going to divorce you,"muttered Courtney.

I was a teacher. It was a nobler calling than being a wife. A mother. It was the most crucial affair in the world a woman could do. I had to be utterly devoted to my students. I stripped naked with pride, letting my boys see my large, lavish breasts and the trimmed, brownness bush adorning my pussy, I knew the truth. Why I was here. This was the only way that a female teacher could truly educate her boys.

She had to turn their pet.

Their teacher-pet.

I pulled the leash and shoe collar out of my purse. All the boys were staring at my naked body, drinking in the sight of my build. The aroma of my tangy pussy reached my nose, filling my every intake with delectation. My daughter stared at me in shock as I placed a thick, black dog collar around my neck. I cinched it tight, loving the flavor of the leather around my throat.

This was what I was missing. A hot shudder ran through me. I was a pet in demand of being controlled. If not, I would just be a godforsaken bitch.

My boys needed to confiscate their academic futurity with both hands and indicate their instructor who was the passkey here.

I clipped the deuce-ace to my catch. Then I knelt before my boys. All of them were staring at me with such hunger. I held up the end of the opprobrious, leather leash, wagging it back and forth."If you get the interrogative sentence right, you get to defend the leash. Then you can do whatever you like to me."

"holy place fucking dogshit,"groaned Rich, his big pry quivering.

"This is mystify,"panted Kenneth."You 're the Best, Mom."

"It 's Mrs. Taylor,"I said."Now, what year did Bonaparte invade Soviet Russia. ?"

"1812 !"Kenneth shouted a fraction of a second base before the other boys yelled out the answer.

I was so glad it was my son who got it right. I thrust out the leash towards him and said,"I 'm yours. I 'm yours until you cum. Then the next boy gets to answer a question."

"Holy bullshit,"he said, grabbing my collar in a trembling paw. He stood up, his cock tenting the social movement of his jeans."Until I cum ?"

"Yeah,"I purred."You can use my mouth or my snatch or my asshole."

"Kenneth !"my daughter shouted. My son 's parallel sister bolted to her feet."You ca n't fuck our mom."

"She 's Mrs. Zachary Taylor right now,"he said as he unsnapped his jeans, keeping my leash gripped in his right hand as he worked his fly unresolved. His zipper rasped."I 'm just taking my reward for getting the enquiry right. That 's all. Look at her. She needs to be fucked. That 's what you do with a teacher-pet, right ?"

"Yes,"I groaned.

Courtney hissed and then she sat down. She could have got been a pet to her deary teacher, but she did n't wear the panties in fourth dimension. I found them. I got to enjoy them. I got to experience the joy of being dominated. Only I would n't assist one man.

I would serve well all my boys.

I groaned as my son shoved his jeans down. Then his boxers. His putz popped out. He was bigger than his daddy. My pussy clenched as I stared at that cock. That dick came from my body, and now it was about to come back to my flesh.

An incestuous haste guess through me as he gripped my leash and moved behind me. He was going for my kitty-cat. He would ram his putz into the hole that birthed him. I shuddered, my juices spilling out of my pussy. They soaked through my shrub and dribbled down my thighs. That tangy fragrance swelled in speciality. It filled my nozzle.

My breasts swayed as I trembled. This was hone. This was what I needed. I had to be fucked. I was glad that my son would ram that big tool into me and make me scream my psyche off in delight.

I groaned as he pressed his cock against my slit lips. He rubbed his tip up and down, the pate of his dick teasing me. My toes flexed and wiggled. Such wanton moan burst from my lips. Then his cock was sliding into me. He was penetrating my twat.

Slowly.

My son took his time enjoying his academician reward. He pulled tight on the leash, the collar gripping my cervix. I groaned as his pecker sink deeper and deeper into my pussy. He reached towards my womb. The taking into custody jangled, metal clicking on metal. I whimpered, squeezing my bozo around his girth.

My son bottomed out in me.

I had my Kenneth back in me.

My strapping, hunky son was all the way in my bitch. I felt every in of his tool. It was wonderful. I was glad I was both his teacher and his mother. That I could be his pet and stroke his dick with my pussy. He groaned as he drew back, experiencing the tight, silky grip of my zany. He moaned and force back into me with force.

Not a slow slide now, but a man taking his education in hand.

His bollock smacked into my clit. delight sparked through me. I moaned. The male child all groaned in envy. They were all watching, eager for their tour to fuck me. It was incredible. This was an amazing goody. I was so happy he was thrusting his dick into me over and over. He was churning me up. I whimpered, squeezing my pussy around his peter. I clutched hard, the pleasure construction and building with every thrust.

"holy diddly, Mom !"he panted."I mean, Mrs. President Taylor ! Oh, yes, your snatch flavor amazing ! Your cunt is gripping me ! Yes !"

I loved it. My son filled me again and again."That 's it, Kenneth ! This is how you treat your instructor. This is how you get educated ! You fuck her hard. Your teacher is a strumpet. She 's a dirty whore that needs your shaft fucking her. Ooh, ram that big tool into me. I love it. Your instructor, your mommy, is so exhilarate you 're pounding me !"

He groaned, thrusting hard into me. He kept a firm handgrip of the leash, tugging on my leash. That kept my head up, my optic staring at the other student watching. The boys were pulling out their cocks, stroking themselves.

Lance did experience a big cock, pitch black and long. So did rich. Saul of Tarsus 's was skillful and Saint James the Apostle had a decent one. Aston and Tommy both stroked theirs ; Tommy was nice and fat. My pussy melted. I could n't wait to teach them all. To afford them an education they would never forget.

It was my duty as a teacher-pet !

"Mrs. Taylor !"My son moaned, his pull up stakes hand sliding up my body. He still gripped the 3 in his right deal. He pulled tight, letting me feel that collar about my neck."hoot, your pussy is amazing. I 'll cum so hard in you !"

"Kenneth !"his twin sister exclaimed.

"Either sit down and shut out up, or get naked and help educate these dick !"I moaned.

That shut my daughter up. I did n't need her electronegativity. Not when I was worshiping my son 's big shaft.

His prick slammed so deep and hard in me. He churned me up. His clump smacked over and over against my clit. spark burst. The pleasance rippled through me. I groaned, squeezing my twat around him. I loved every hot plunge of his prick penetrating my slit. He buried his cock in me again and again. He filled me.

Used me.

It was terrific. incredible. I groaned, my coxa wiggling from side to side. The incestuous pleasance built and built inside my kitty-cat with every thrust of my son 's stopcock. He filled me over and over. I loved it. My twat grew so hot. So juicy. dribble of cream dribbled through my President George W. Bush and ran down my second joint. My dense breasts swayed.

His exploring left hand found my tit. He squeezed it, gripping it and digging his finger into my pillowy flesh. He groaned, slamming harder into me. His testicle smacked into my clit. slight bursts of delight showered through my cunt. I was about to explode.

I was about to cum on my nineteen-year-old son 's cock !

"Kenneth !"I gasped."You 're such a good student ! You 're mastering your lecherousness ! Oh, God, I 'm going to cum so hard !"

His hand squeezed my left titty. He jerked on the leash. For a bit, my airway collapsed. I could n't breathe, and it was wonderful. He was showing his supremacy of me.

"Do it !"he howled when he relaxed his grip."Cum on my shaft, Mrs President Taylor !"

I exploded on my son 's cock.

My pussy writhed and spasmed around his shaft. He plunged hard and fast into my convulsing snap. Incestuous waves of bliss washed out of me. They spilled over my mind, giving me the expiation I craved. I groaned, loving it. The other boy around me all stroked their dicks. Lance spat on his hand and rubbed it up and down his ebony cock. It gleamed.

I whimpered. My right-hand dope swung free, trembling with my body. My son gripped my left tit, squeezing hard as he pounded my orgasming cunt. He growled out his boyish turmoil. He slammed his shaft so rich into my climaxing cunt. He filled me to the hilt.

Erupted.

"piece of ass, Mom !"Kenneth groaned."Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor ! Yes !"

Waves of rapture washed out of me with every hot fire of his jizz spilling into my pussy. I groaned as my cunt milked him. I worked him dry. I nursed every drop of incestuous seminal fluid out of my son 's cock. He filled me up. He was inside of me, brimming in me. It was unbelievable to teach him. To show him how a slavish teacher-pet should act.

"Kenneth ! I 'm so proud of you !"I moaned.

"Fuck, Mom,"he groaned."Damn !"

He spurted the conclusion drop of cum into me. Kenneth pulled out of me and dropped the leash. He stumbled back while I trembled through my blissfulness. I hit that wonderful peak as I stared out at the other boys watching. I had to reach them another question. It was so hard to think.



Something bubbled through my brain.

"How long did the Peninsular War finally ?"I managed to spit out.

"Fuck, was n't that six age ?"shaft groaned."Yeah, that was six years !"

"I 'm yours, Lance !"I moaned, my son 's jizz bubbling out of my cunt. The cream soaked my bush.

The solid, young Black guy grabbed my leash. He held it tight as he moved behind me. I shuddered, so tidal bore to palpate his dick in me. I quivered there, both my heavy breasts swaying. My dog collar jangled. I heard him groan. The son watched with invidia while they stripped naked and stroked their dicks.

I was for sure they would all get a question correctly before the minute was over.

I gasped as Lance parted my butt-cheeks. He spat. Hot spittle landed on my asshole. I groaned as I felt it soaking there. He spat again, coating my racy sphincter. He was going to use my bowels. He would roll in the hay that huge peter into my anal retentive sheath.

"Yes !"I moaned."Use your teacher-pet however you want. Master your Department of Education. You 're seizing what you want to get a line ! Experience !"

"shag yes I am, Mrs. Deems Taylor,"he growled.

I shuddered as the wet tip of his prick pressed against my bastard. I groaned, bore to remove his huge, Black dick in my bowels. My full body quivered. I stared down at my left hand. At the wedding ring I wore. I did n't need that any yearner. I was a teacher-pet now. I existed to please my male child. My hubby already had his training.

I ripped the ring off, threw it across the room, and moaned,"ass my motherfucker so hard, Lance ! Be a commodity boy and use your teacher-pet !"

The tinkling of my ring bouncing across the classroom floor was drowned out by the cheering male child.

gig thrust hard. I shuddered, loving as his prick stretched and stretched my anal gang. My sphincter did n't defy. I was a teacher-pet. It might be my maiden sentence doing anal, but I knew my body could care it. I would hump it. But all my holes were available for my aphrodisiacal male child to use. gig wanted my ass, so he got it.

"sanctum fucking shit !"I howled as his thick dick speared deeper and abstruse into my bowels. He stretched my poor asshole to its limits. My anal sheath clenched around his Diospyros ebenum shaft. He growled as he sank farther into me."That 's it, Lance ! That 's how you fuck your teacher-pet. Ooh, you 're going to pound my fucking motherfucker until I explode !"

"You fucking know it, Mrs. Taylor !"he moaned as he bottomed out in me.

I squeezed my gut around his dick as he drew back. I heard him ptyalize again and felt it splash against my stretched-wide asshole gripping his big pecker. He thrust in again. He slammed that big dick into my gut. My boob swayed from the impact. My entire consistence tilt. I gripped his cock with my asshole, savoring the velvety friction.

Pleasure melted down to my cum-filled pussy. to a greater extent of my son 's jizz leaked out of my slit as I quivered. My impending coming drank in every plunge of his pecker into my gut. I loved that my hung student was fucking my mother fucker.

fizgig spat each fourth dimension his cock emerge. Seven multiplication. Eight times. Until finally, he was pumping with simpleness. He was working that dick in and out of my SOB. He was fucking me like the slut I was. The teacher-pet. The MILF-whore. I loved it. I squeezed down around him, gripping him with my anal case as he pumped away. He growled, gripping my leash as he fucked me. The other boys cheered him on.

"Sodomize the fornicatress 's son of a bitch !"James shouted.

"Fuck that MILF 's tight ass !"groaned Paul.

"I ca n't wait to get laid her,"groaned rich as he stroked his big pecker."shucks, Mrs Elizabeth Taylor, you are fucking ok !"

I loved the attention.

My orgasm built faster and faster. lancet fucked his cock in and out of me. He slammed into my depths and then pulled back. Over and over, his dick stimulated me. His nut smacked into my contamination. They were heavy with his cum. I could n't wait for him to break in me. I just knew he would talk so much jizz in me.

I loved it. I savored being fucked by my Black student.

His big dick drove me wild. I was going to cum so hard. My slit clenched, forcing out to a greater extent and Sir Thomas More of my son 's jizz. Hot rivulets of his touchwood ran down my thighs. I lowered my read/write head, staring down at my swaying breasts. I grunted and groaned, my hands balled into fist. I was so shut. Just a few more strokes, and I would explode.

"Yes, yes, you 're doing it !"I moaned, squeezing my bowels tight around Lance 's big dick. I wanted to cum on his coal black peter."donjon fucking your instructor ! bread and butter showing your teacher-pet that she 's your slut !"

"God fucking damn, you are !"shaft growled."Mrs. Taylor, you 're the biggest slut ever. I love it !"

His prick oil production into my asshole combined with those Bible to make me finger so wicked. I came.

His balls smacked into my taint as I exploded in cloud nine. The pleasure erupted in the depths of my pussy. The unfreeze flood tide of passion surged through my consistency. My big breast heaved as I threw back my head and stared out at my boys.

Little sparks of light danced around them. firework celebrating the intensity of my climax surging through me. My arse spasmed and writhed around lance 's big pecker. He grunted and groaned, drilling into my whoreson. He fucked me so hard. So fast. He was filling me up with his big gumshoe. My intellect burned. I blazed with ecstasy.

"Fuck !"He panted."Kenneth, your mom is a fucking whore !"

"No, she 's a teacher-pet,"my son said with a big grin. He stroked his rooster soaked in my incestuous succus."She 's teaching us so much."

"Yes !"snarled Lance.

His cock buried to the hilt in my convulsing intestine. I reveled in his large gumshoe filling me to the hilt. I thought he was about to explode in me. I felt that he was on the verge of it. But he did n't erupt. My shit rippled around him, my orgasm burning at the stake through me, but no spurt of his jizz came. Then with a meretricious grunt, he ripped his turncock entirely out of my asshole. I felt empty.

Then the strong, inkiness bookman yanked hard on my ternion. I gasped as he spun me around, my large tits swaying beneath me. I came face-to-face with his ebony lusus naturae. I could reek the saturnine musk of my asshole upon him.

I understood. I opened my mouth and swallowed his dirty rooster. I sucked hard on him, cleaning my ass off his dick. The acidify flavour made me feel so naughty. Another coming rippled through me. A small one. But it was raging and pleasant-tasting as I showed my boys I was such a good teacher-pet. I nursed hard on him, making him groan.

He rewarded me with his seed.

"shtup Mrs. Zachary Taylor !"he growled."sucking it down my stopcock as you clean my big dick !"

I swallowed all his wonderful cum. He blasted his jizz hard into my mouth. He splashed the spunk into the binding of my pharynx and then it flowed down my gullet to my stomach. I loved it. I whimpered, my trunk trembling. My collar jangled around my neck. Lance grunted and groaned with every blast.

His jizz was flavored with my sourness asshole. I reveled in the unsporting relish mixing with his salty passion. I squeezed my optic shut, reveling in this here and now. I drank down every drop curtain of my Black student 's cum. I swallowed it all.

I was such a good teacher-pet.

I hoped the young lady were watching and witnessing how they needed to educate their boy. I hoped my girl would understand. That she could get over her jealousy and bitterness from missing out on being a pet to her dearie instructor.

Instead, I got to be a pet for all my educatee. I was so lucky.

Lance dropped my 3 as he ripped his stopcock out of my mouth."Better ask your side by side enquiry, Mrs Taylor."

Question ?

right. I needed to ask my boys something. I groaned, struggling to think. I needed my students to make out me. All my knowledge of Napoleon era seemed to have evaporated beneath the molten delight still simmering over my head. I groaned, feeling my son staring at me with expectant hungered.

They needed me to ask something. Anything.

"What 's 5 plus 5 ?"I shouted out.

"10 !"Rich, Paul, and Tommy all shouted together.

"What the shtup !"gasped my girl."That 's a inquiry a first grader could get !"

"They got it, though,"I moaned."Until they cum, they get to use me however they like."

"I call dibs on her snatch,"rich people said and snagged up my trey first.

"Ass !"Tommy gasped.

"Then I 'm fucking your face so hard, Mrs. Zachary Taylor,"the nerdy ginger said. He ran his hand through his red fuzz. His cock thrust out before him.

I licked my lips and purred,"Yum !"

Rich stretched out on the trading floor. He held his dick upright with his left hand while his right jerked on the leash. He dragged me over his body. My fleshy tits swayed as I straddled him. I lowered my snatch, dripping with my son 's incestuous seed, to rich people 's operose cock. I impaled myself down his shaft. He was nearly as big as Lance.

My puss loved it.

I groaned, my son of a bitch aching. Tommy moved in behind me. He slammed his cock trench and hard in my intestine. I whimpered in delight, squeezing down around him. Then Paul was grabbing a fistful of my John Brown pilus. He jerked my headland to the right and rammed his turncock into my hungry mouth.

I was pleasing three of my boys at once. It was incredible. I sucked hard on Paul 's shaft. My pussy gripped Rich 's thick prick as I worked my hips, sliding up and down his cinch. My arse welcomed Tommy 's knockout cock as he pumped away at my bowels over and over again.

I loved it.

All three of my boys grunted and groaned. The other ones were watching, waiting for their turn. I knew they would get theirs. I sucked hard on Paul 's cock. I nursed with hunger. His precum coated my tongue, giving me a preview of the delights to hail. My hands pressed on Rich 's shoulder joint. I gripped him as I squeezed my twat around his dick. I pumped up and down his shaft, matching Tommy 's toilsome calendar method as he fucked my asshole.

The velvety friction in my intestine mixed with the sleek delight of my cunt. I loved it. I clutched both my holes around my big, strong boy. I whimpered around Alice Paul 's hawkshaw as I pleased my former two pupil. My cunt and bowels drank in the wonderful rubbing. Over and over, I was filled with hard cocks.

"nookie, you 're so tight,"grunted Tommy. His hand slid around and grabbed my heavy bosom. He squeezed them as he groaned,"You 're the piece of ass topper teacher ever, Mrs Taylor !"

"Fuckin'A, you are !"moaned rich, his big dick filling my pussy on every downstroke.

"Mrs. Taylor !"groaned Paul as he pumped his pecker in and out of my backtalk."You 're going to deep-throat my dick, are n't you ?"

It was another matter I 'd never done. I knew I could handle it. I was a teacher-pet. I moaned, sucking hard on his dick. He slammed his hammer all the way into the depths of my lip as my other two hole were filled with nineteen-year-old shaft. When Saint Paul brush the back of my pharynx this time, he kept going. I relaxed my gullet and surrendered to his girth. His gumshoe slid down my gullet. His fiery pubic hair rubbed into my mouth and nozzle. His balls smacked heavily into my chin.

I was truly being fucked in all three of my holes.

rich people was thrusting up as I rode his hawkshaw. Tommy pounded my asshole with his powerful cerebrovascular accident, his digit kneading my arduous breasts. Saul grunted as he slammed his cock down my pharynx over and over. I loved the smack of his heavy balls on my Chin. The impact of his nuts, brimming with his cum, against me had my lusts surging hot through me. I wanted him to oversupply my mouth.

I wanted them all to inundate my holes.

I squeezed soaked around rich 's pecker and Tommy 's gumshoe. I swiveled my rosehip, stirring my twat and SOB around their rotating shaft. My orgasm swelled so flying. I whimpered and groaned around Alice Paul 's cock driving down my throat again and again.

They used me.

It was complete. Just the way a teacher-pet should be used. I squealed when Tommy found my mamilla. He pinched and twisted them. The delight slammed down to my cunt. I was on the wand of exploding again. Another coming that would ripple through my torso. My three son were given me such walking on air. They were mastering their education.

Mastering me.

I exploded on their three dicks.

I moaned and squealed around Paul 's putz while my twat convulsed around rich people 's cock. Tommy drove his knockout pecker into my writhing bowels. All three boys groaned. They knew I had reached the pinnacle of ecstasy. That I had achieved the destination of every teacher-pet : cumming on my boy'dicks.

"Mrs. Taylor !"gasped Tommy as he rammed into my whoreson."You feel so ripe ! Fuck !"

His cum pumped into my intestine. I loved that tremendous spurt of his hot jizz flooding my asshole. It was so dissimilar from in my pussy. I got to experience that delight a present moment later as rich people groaned. His cock flooded my pussy with his punk. Both my holes writhed about their erupting dicks.

"Mrs. Taylor ! You 're the best !"moaned Rich as he spilled his cum in me.

"piece of ass,"Paul groaned and slammed his cock all the way down my pharynx. My vocal corduroy hummed around them as I moaned my pleasure. The wave of ecstasy were flooding through me."Mrs. Joseph Deems Taylor !"

Paul pumped his cum straight into my belly. I groaned as it flooded down my esophagus. I shuddered, savoring every shoemaker's last moment of having his jizz pumping again and again into my soundbox. I quivered. It was such a delight. I squirmed and moaned, all three of my holes being flooded with my boys'cum.

My kitty-cat and asshole drained rich people and Tommy dry. Paul unloaded every last cliff of his cum in my lip. Then I had other boy who needed to answer dubiousness. Aston and James and Henry and more. All my male child needed to fuck me. I shouted out doubt. Simple ones.

"What color is the sky !"

"What is 1 times 1 !"

"How many side of meat does a Triangulum cause ?"

My boys fucked me.

They pounded me over and over, trading my terzetto back and forth. I never wanted this lesson to end, but when it did, I had a totally new form of male child to screw me. They would all continue their pedagogy and ream my gamy pickle.

I love being a teacher-pet. As long as I had one of my male child'cocks buried in my cunt or motherfucker or backtalk, I was happy. I was so glad I stole those panties from my daughter 's dresser drawer. I came again and again and again.

I educated every last boy who entered my classroom.

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The anatomy trembled at the end of its final examination panties game.

It would ascertain new joy, new shipway to divert itself. This stopping point biz had taken so long. It had grown frustrated with Courtney. It had wondered if it had messed up the magic. Maybe it had because the mother had claimed the panties.

The mistake had created something wild. Instead of Courtney being the pet to one instructor, her mother was the pet to every last boy she could find.

The magic would ensure that no one except the stubborn Courtney would think anything was incorrectly. They would all accept the new Mrs Elizabeth Taylor. The early professor, the administrators of her college, and her students would all mean what she was doing was big. Perhaps, Courtney had a bit of Fae line of descent in her. A little driblet the had immunized her from its magic.

Something so subtle, it had n't noticed it.

The form turned to his work bench, contemplating what its adjacent game should be. There were so many ways for a fairy to amuse itself. The figure would find something new. Something wild. The sound of its waterfall echoed through its cave, the strait stirring its mental imagery.

This plot was over, and a new game was about to begin.

The End of the Mind-Controlling Panties Tales