Mind-Control Panties

Story Eight : Hot & Naughty Bitch

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The figure entered a store it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the type of store it had never ventured into before. It was n't the sort of place that Edward Young missy shopped at. Nor was it even a billet that mass typically went to to find clothing. It was a gaming store.

The place tingled its green goddess. The air hummed with chance, chance, and wager. The possible action sent a bang through its veins. If it had n't found this new highschool of mind control, it would be tempted to see what sort of roguery it could get up to in here.

None of the customers, almost entirely male, noticed its presence as it ghosted between the shelves covered in fanciful products. Everything from role-playing biz books to miniature war plot figures abounded. The shelves were stocked with all mode of dice and rulers and paint and notice sleeves and a host of other items the figure had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its senses, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the anatomy 's mitt was a special dyad of step-in. It was cut narrower than other ones it had dropped off, almost a thong save it spread into a three-sided plot of cloth at the rear with enough room for two discussion to be written : Wild beef. Printed in scarlet letters, the phrase contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton blend.

With a flick, it tossed its institution onto a box of war game toy, the simulation on the covering all brandishing futurist weapons.

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

Only its destined owner would.

With a final groan, the figure slipped away with characterless ease through the fanboys browsing the ware. It passed by cat excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a rarified card out of a booster rocket multitude or at finding the finally box of a set of toy. As the figure stepped out, a Edward Young man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a takeoff look on his youthful face. The nineteen-year-old boy was tall with a runners build. He looked athletic and more put together feel than the usual clientele that shopped here. He wore a tight tank top made of some futuristic framework that hugged his torso and a pair of running shorts. He had sunglass perched on his head. He was on his college 's runway and field of operations squad, but he was also someone who enjoyed playing collectible card games.

There was a new set out for his favorite one.

He had a put-on tone because of who trailed after him. His lilliputian sister, Jane.

She had long, brownish hair, I lighter hue than her Brother 's shortstop locks. She stood slender, appearing almost like a tomboy. She wore a baggy jersey and loose jeans, a baseball game cap perched on her head. Her blue eyes, the Lapp shade as her former crony, flicked around while she gushed at all the rattling sights. A smile spread on her sass, dimpling her freckled cheeks.

"What 's that ?"she asked, pointing.

"donjon & Dragons,"Eric said."RPG game."

"Ooh, ooh, what 's that !"she gasped, pointing at something to the right.

He rolled his optic. His sister did n't seem to notice that he grit his teeth. He shook his capitulum, hating that his parents forced him to watch her for the good afternoon. He was already heading towards the relay transmitter packs, bore to pluck out a few of them and give them. There was a mythical rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get prosperous.

It would complete his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a pair of panties. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some variety of flesh. She drifted to the pair and snagged them up. She shuddered as the tingle rippled through her. She turned them in her manpower, her oculus falling on the narrow strip that widened into a triangle.

"wild bitch,"she whispered, this naughty thrill shooting through her.

Without thought, she shoved the panties into her jeans. She whirled around and saw her brother on the former English of the store. She darted past a display, eagre to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her older sidekick.

If she could, she would follow him everywhere.

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Eric Mitchels

It was around eleven in the aurora when I was finally set up to get up. It was a Saturday, so I was taking it easygoing. The weather was cracking, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to head to the biz entrepot. I had another XX I could expend on booster rocket packs. Maybe this time I get the card. I could n't afford to buy it, it was way too much on the secondary market. It would fill in my pack of cards. I wanted to be cook for following Friday night.

Deciding on heading to the game store instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a twosome of dungaree shorts. I snagged a tight t-shirt, pulling it over my fit mannequin. I stood up, stretching. My abdomen rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched open the door and came face-to-face with my piffling sister.

"Jane ?"I started to moan until I noticed how cunning she looked. She had war paint on, giving her a more feminine look. And there was this ellipses groundless look in her down in the mouth heart. I frowned, then blinked when I noticed what she was wearing.

She had on a tight pair of blue jean that hugged her form. The dungaree clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't have much hips, she had some feminine curve to her eighteen-year-old body. Even stranger, I could see her stomach. She wore a belly shirt, a outskirt of pink running down beneath the cloth cupping her minor knocker. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a band of purple cloth wrapped around her torso. I shivered as this unusual tingle running through me. It rippled across my skin and ended at my cock. I started to chub up.

Why was I getting hard at the mickle of my trivial sister ?

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

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

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

Normally, I would say no, but all the blood was rushing to my dick. She was looking ... sexy. Her stomach was flat and tone, her chest, while small, had a nice physical body to them. Her nipple pressed hard, poking at the cut cloth.

"Sure."

Joy burst to sprightliness in her eyes. She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She bounced up and planted a candy kiss on my nerve. I could 've sworn I felt her tongue for a second like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this look of miserable joy, this angry delight.

I could n't facilitate but notice the light-blue edge of her panties peeking out of the low-riding blue jean she wore.

When did my little sister get hot ? Damn.

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

"Only one way to receive out,"I said, my dick at a entire erection. I wanted to adjust myself, but I could n't in front of my little sister. 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 stairs. I could n't help but notice her business firm, small bosom 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 putz while thinking about my little sister. This was insane. She felt so nice against my arm. She rubbed her cheek against my shoulder, giggling in delight.

"We 're going to the storage, Mom,"I called.

Our mother peeked in from the kitchen."Oh, do n't you two look cute together. I 'm sword lily you 're spending some prison term with your little sister. I know how much she loves hanging out with you."

"Yeah,"I said, trying not to ogle my babe '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 tail, her light-brown hair swaying about her brass. Her malar were frail, her backtalk ruby red. The eye shadow only enhanced the deep blue of her eyes. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her exposed midriff and enticing segmentation. Even her articulatio humeri were precious.

Damn. I could get used to having a nettlesome sister who looked like this.

We reached the game storage after about ten bit, Jane bursting out of the car and racing around to my side before I could mount out. She took my arm the import I got out, rubbing her cheek against my arm. I kinda liked it. There was something ... affectionate about it. The motion reminded me of something, but I could n't quite put my finger on it. It was in the spinal column of my mind, but I ignored it. I headed inside, the bell tinkling as we entered.

It was Saturday, so the place was packed. There was some circuit card tournament going on in the back, a bunch of musician huddled around folding tables. They were n't playing my game. It looked like one of the Anime ones with the cunning girls. I was n't quite into that. Draco formal Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's head darted get out and decently as we headed towards the admirer packs. She chatted, her voice making this soothing screen background randomness. I paid only half attention of what she said, it was all just excited barque. Cute, but meaningless. Her nous darted around, her middle spacious. I swear her hip were wiggling.

I grabbed a couple of booster multitude off the rack, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a footling stand of cosplay items. Basic stuff. Some headbands for that ninja anime, a few shirts, and a duad of dog pinna on a headband. The mo I saw them, the quiver raced through me. I seized the dog auricle, not caring about the price, and placed them on my baby 's head. The floppy ears dangled down the side of her question, swaying as she moved. I could n't serve myself.

I rubbed the top of her head, 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 sleeve around my neck. She pressed that lithe organic structure against me, my putz throbbing as she planted another kiss on my cheek. This fourth dimension, I was sure I felt her glossa licking for a moment. Then she broke away, her dog ears swaying and flopping around. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. I smiled, her soundbox brushing mine as I headed towards the cash register.

When we reached the rejoinder, she darted to remain firm right beside me. She leaned her elbows on the glass display the hard currency cash register set on and said,"Look what my brother 's buying me. Are n't they cute ?"

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

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

She let out this moment was practically orgasmic. It made my peter throb hard.

I tossed the protagonist mathematical product on the buffet before us."And these."

He nodded, ringing me up. My sister squirmed against me the entire time as I paid. I had just plenty money. I got a couple of cents back in change and then we were off. She clung to me again, her caput quivering, her floppy ears bouncing. Her minuscule scent twitched.

I clutched the relay station plurality in my paw, feeling the cards inside. The foil they were wrapped in crinkled. We stepped outside into the sun, the morning warm. She broke away from me and darted to her side of my car. I slipped into the number one wood hindquarters as she climbed in the early 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 lips. 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 primer, all the blood swelling my cock. I do n't call up ever being harder. My sis was just so cute.

I popped spread the showtime inner circle, ignoring all the commons and uncommons. I went straight for the last card where the rare or the mythological rare would be found.

I sighed. A female chest. A dud of a rarified that I would n't even get a sawhorse for.

I opened the arcsecond battalion, the enhancer crinkling. Jane was perched on her knee joint now trembling as she watched. She had this look of hope in her eyes, her hands clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her little pry twitching.

"hoot,"I moaned, getting a treble res publica in the sec pack. It was n't a bad pull, but it was n't in the vividness I was playing.

"hold out one,"she said, her voice strained."I just know it. This is the one, Eric."

The tingles raced around me. I groaned as I grabbed the tab on the rear of the pack. I yanked, ripping the sealing glue apart and opening it. I slid the calling card out of my paw, fanning through the trash third estate, giving the few uncommon a coup d'oeil, and ...

My heart almost stopped. There it was. The mythic rare I needed. This add-in sold for eighty-seven one dollar bill in conclusion prison term I looked online. My tenderness exalted.

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

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

Before I could do anything else, my sister squealed and threw her arms around my neck. Then her mouth were kissing me everywhere. Her glossa was flicking out, licking across my side. Her tongue darted around my buttock. 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 lip. I groaned as her tongue jab into my lip. She licked around the inside, whimpering against me. My dick throbbed, demanding that same caress. I shuddered, my manus shooting down to the fly of my trunks. I popped the fastener. The zip rasped. I pulled out my peter as I groaned into the osculation with my sister.

I needed her to lie with me. I needed her to lick my pecker. If she did, she would be such a secure, little sister.

As if sensing my need, Jane pulled away, her cheeks flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the sight of my pecker. My little babe shuddered, her small breast jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a deep breathing space and said,"Do you involve me to ... ?"

I nodded."You 'd be a expectant, little sister if you did."

"Of track !"she gasped."I 'm your lilliputian sister."

I groaned at the incestuous contact lens of her hand grabbing my hard prick. I reclined back in my seat, not caring that people were coming in and out of the store. They walked by the car as my little baby leaned down. She was just doing what a good, little Sister should.

There was cipher wrong with that. zip I should be ashamed of.

"Yes,"I groaned as her clapper swiped over the squashy tip of my peak. She gathered up the glob of precum.

She giggled."You like that ?"

I scratched her head between her ears. She shuddered and darted her foreland down again. She licked all the way across my cock in one long, shuddering go. I groaned, my balls tensing at the pleasure. Such a good, little sister.

I kept scratching the top of her head, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the crown of my dick. It was unbelievable. Her tongue was so quick. Then she licked at the quill right beneath my tip, her hand pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous spate shooting through me. I glanced down her body, her hind end clad in those tight jeans, the denim border to her cute behind. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What ?

My pith pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her tongue across my dick. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my shaft 's tip in her hot saliva. My clump tensed. They were filling up with a load of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her head. I shifted in my ass. She was such a commodity, little ... baby. Yeah, she was a good, lilliputian sister.

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

Was"sister"the right word for her ? Something felt missing.

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

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

Yeah, she was a good, little squawk. My aphrodisiacal sister-bitch. I shuddered as her backtalk nuzzled against my lump. She sucked on one for a instant, her natural language playing with it. pleasance shot up to the tip of my peter, my scape twitching in her bobby pin. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft. Her grip institutionalise pleasure flowing through me.

Then she was licking back up my shaft. She dragged her clapper the entire way up. I felt her floppy auricle brushing my stomach. Her lips reached the tip. She nuzzled against it. Her tongue licked and lapped at the slit, gathering up my precum.

"Jane !"I groaned as my sexy sister-bitch swallowed the tip of my cock. She sucked on it, her tongue dancing around the crown. My dick throbbed in her mouth."That 's it, that 's how you please me. piece of ass, you 're such a good sister-bitch."

Her hip joint wagged back and Forth River, her voice moaning around my cock.

I stared down at her she sucked on my cock, her rim sealed around it. Her floppy disk pinna swayed around her face as she bobbed her head. Her tongue never stopped licking me as she blew my dick. Incestuous pleasure surged through me as the force per unit area built and built at the tip of my cock. I shuddered as my little sister-bitch pleased me. She gave me what I craved. What I needed.

"nooky, yes, Jane !"I groaned."Keep suck. Make sure you swallow all. commodity, little sister-bitch 's enjoy all their brother 's cream."

She moaned, a puppy-dog whine. She sucked with such aggression. My dick twitched and throbbed, loving the feel of her pleasing my cock.

I could n't film much more of this. My hand tightened on her nous, gripping her tomentum. She had such a silky coating. I held mingy, 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 fiddling sister-bitch 's backtalk. blow after blast of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in delight. Her hip wagged back and forth. The car rocked on its jolt as I shuddered. My back pressed into the backside. My pes jammed on the brakes. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.

spirt after spurt of my jizz flooded her sassing. Each blast sent pleasance slamming through my idea. It was intense. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every bingle irruption. And she gulped it all down. My coming peaked.

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

I relaxed my grip. She popped her mouth off my hammer and sat up. She licked her rim, cleaning up a slight bit of my punk that had escaped her mouthpiece. Her blue heart met mine, brimming with delight. I scratched between her capitulum. She shuddered.

"I did respectable ?"she asked.

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

She squealed in delight and hugged me again. Her tongue licked up my impertinence over and over. I shuddered, smiling. I was buzzing in delight. She was amazing. I would let her keep licking me. It was when I realized I had to buy things for her. She was my sister-bitch.

I had to study care of her.

"We need to go to the pet store,"I panted."There 's so very much I need to get you."

She nodded her head, her eyes glossy with inflammation."Yes !"she barked."We have to."

She bounced on her knees in the behind, whining. Her exhilaration was enthusiastic.

I started my car and bucked out. She had her cheek pressed against the window. I rolled it down for her. I smiled as she thrust her chief out. Her floppy dog ears flapped in the breeze. She looked like she was having so a great deal fun. My dick throbbed, so glad I had my little sister-bitch to necessitate charge of.

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

When I could, I petted my deal down her spine, sliding from her bare shoulder, across her belly shirt, to her depress back. She really wiggled when I scratched her right above the sash of her jeans. She whimpered, her ass swaying.

She was missing something there.

She bounced with excitement as I pulled off the road into the great pet store 's parking lot. She thrust her head back inside the car, grinning at me. Her brownish whisker was wind-tousled, her dog ears swaying. Her headband almost blended in with her tomentum color, nearly vanishing in her flowing locks.

"Going 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 step out. I shook my head, gladiolus that she raced around the car and came up to my side. Some sister-bitches you 'd have to dog all over. She was such a good puppy. I scratched her head, and she smiled in delectation. She clung to my arm as we swept inside. I was so excited to buy her everything she needed.

The sliding glass doors whisked undefendable on our approach. The pet computer memory was arrayed before us. It brimmed with possibility. So many of them. Jane 's head whipped around, her mane of long, brownness hair sweeping about her shoulder. Her little knocker jiggled in her tight boob metro. Should a sister-bitch wear clothing ? I blinked at that idea, this frisson racing through my dead body. wellspring, of course, she needed apparel. She could n't go around naked.

Why not ? the tingle seemed to whisper.

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

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

"You 're such a wonderful sidekick,"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 affectionate tongue.

We walked down the aisles, looking for what we needed. We passed chew toys, pet food, accessory for birds, Pisces the Fishes storage tank, and then we got to the leash. I passed the ones for kat', 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 roughly, canvas-like material while others were made of smooth leather. A hardy material. Long lasting. Some were duncish, but that did n't appear to fit my sister-bitch. She was a petite thing.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid eyes on the narrow black collar studded with shiny rivets, I knew it was perfect for her. I pulled it down, the heart-shaped tag swaying. The bright alloy glinted. I needed to have it engraved. I gripped the leather circle, smiling.

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

"I have to pay for it,"I said."And it has to get engraved. I need to have got your figure on it so the great unwashed will bang who you are."

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

Next, we headed to the triad. I wanted something to keep her closely but had enough length 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 recant or play out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her shoe collar. There was a melanize, leather leash. It was the same dark refinement. It was pricier, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would spare no expenses for her.

I snagged it, my sister nodding in approving. She darted ahead of me, her precious croupe wiggling in those tight jeans. I had to find that supplement. It was the side by side thing I needed. I headed down the aisle, looking. Scanning. A sister-bitch needed a tail.

Two aisles over, I found the animal fag end. They had bushy fox tails, sleek cattails, crooked rascal shadow, and even dog tails. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the type that clipped onto the back of the pants or were held on by some sort of adhesive agent. They did n't count 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 cone at the end. That plug that would hold it in home.

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

I spotted a store worker and motioned her over. She marched up and smiled at us."Why, hello ! Mmm, look at the two of you. You look so cunning with your dog ears."

"I 'm Eric 's sister-bitch,"Jane said with such delectation."He 's buying me a leash and my collar and everything !"

I felt that quiver rippling over my sister while the salesgirl blinked her heart. She shook her head, her dingy hair swaying about the blue devil Marco Polo she wore. Her center went out of focus for a moment."Oh, that 's wonderful. And you need to get a tail for her, mighty ?"

"Yeah, but you do n't have the right ace,"I said."Where are the ones with the plug ? You know, that I can insert. I want something physical so it will ride out on her. None of these will work."

"Oh, I know what you 're talking about,"she said."We do n't deal those proper here. You gon na need to go to a more fully grown store."

My cheek burned a bit."Oh,"I said."Like the ... lieu just up the street ..."

My sister-bitch gave me a confused look.

"Yep,"the salesclerk said."I 'm sure you 'll retrieve what you need there. Is there anything else you need for your sister-bitch ?"

"I want to get her gens engraved on her tag,"I said, holding up the collar.

"Why, just read/write head to the back of the depot and we take care of you,"she said. She had such a friendly smile on her sassing. 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 friendly one."

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

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

My dick throb."Oh, yes, she definitely needs to glow off some energy."

The salesgirl smiled and then headed off to assist another customer. I led my sister to the dorsum of the storage. A middle-aged guy with wooden-headed methamphetamine took the tag to inscribe Jane on the forepart and in small letters beneath,"Owned by her chum Eric."It took about ten minutes, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the touch sensation.

Jane gushed seeing her name written in the run cursive."Oh, it 's so pretty,"she moaned."Please, please, can I wear down it ? I want to wear 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. There was a number of customers before us, and only one cashier working. The daughter went as fast as she could, but it was still slack going. Jane whined. She pressed up against me. I felt her small tit and gruelling mamilla rubbing into my side of meat. She humped her snatch against my leg, her denim rasping against my peel. She was so antsy. I squeezed her ass, holding her tight as she moaned. She definitely needed to go to the common and piece of work off some energy.

I needed to crop off some energy, too. My peter 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 collar were in a bag and that the cashier was smiling at me.

"Enjoy your day,"she said.

I nodded, vaguely wondering how much 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 fund, I pulled out the collar. Jane swept back her tomentum and held it out of the way. Her floppy dog ear swayed about her side as I wrapped the pinch about her neck opening. I cinched it tight, the black leather contrasting with her pale skin. Her tag dangled down to the hollow of her throat, the metal nerve glinting. Her name shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of pleasure, bouncing in topographic point, the tag flashing.

I pulled back on the tab on the three, opening its clench. I snapped it around the ring of Jane 's collar. She trembled, her doggy ear swaying about her aspect. 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 bark of joy, her side bursting with pleasure.

"I love it, love it, I love it !"she yapped, bouncing before me. She threw her limb around my neck opening and licked and lapped at my brass. I groaned, letting her bathe me. Passing customers gave fond smiles.

"She 's such a well sister-bitch, is n't she ?"an old womanhood said, nodding in approval.

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

My cock was so hard.

"seed on,"I said, aching to exercise her right hand here."We need one more thing. Then we 're going to the Park. You can have so much fun."

"Yes !"she moaned and then fell down onto her hands and articulatio genus like a estimable sister-bitch.

I smiled as I held the leash and strolled across the parking lot. She scampered with me, crawling on her hand and knee, her diskette auricle swaying about her boldness. She did n't try to bolt away from me but stayed right beside me like a good sister-bitch.

tinker's damn, I was so gladiolus 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 heart-shaped tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the hollow of her throat. I unlatched her leash and closed the door. She immediately rolled down the window and stuck her mind out. She had such joy in her blush nerve, her blue eyes shining.

I rushed around the car, climbed into the number one wood seat, and started the engine. She whooped in delight as I backed out of the quad, her ass shoved right at me. Her jeans clung to it. The jean was in the way, hiding the truly delicious constituent about her.

I placed my hand on her tush as I drove through the parking lot. I squeezed her ass, feeling her butt-cheeks flex through the blue jean as she wiggled. She would reckon so beautiful with her tail. I could n't hold back to buy it for her.

I had driven by the Adult Playhouse so many times. It had a sleazy smell about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a naked woman. All the windows were blacked out. The plaza promised to sell adult bangle. It promised such severe joy inside.

I got out of my car and headed around the car to Jane 's English. I opened her door and immediately snapped on the tercet. She bounded out of the car and fell to her knee joint beside me. She rubbed her cheek into my calf.

I swallowed as I faced the store. Though I was nineteen, I 'd never ben in this kind of billet. 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 titty were everywhere. On DVD box. powder store cover version. Sex toy box. Moans echoed through the stock. Dirty video played on pocket-size TVs in the recession. The gasps and groans 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 tell she was uncomfortable. I led her through the fund, my cheeks burning. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"tinker's damn,"I muttered, glancing at some of the things. shammer cocks. Vibrators. Anal beads. There were some strangely regulate things.

And then I found it. They were right future to the butt plugs. I groaned at the sight of the rear. There were a cat ass and a furry dog tail matching the diskette capitulum 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 calf again, rubbing against my hairy leg.

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

Maybe I would come in future weekend to buy her some plaything to toy with.

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

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

daytime flooded around us. It almost was a forcible presence. I groaned as I let my small baby out. She let out a bark rest and darted towards the car. She gasped as the threesome pulled her up short-change. She turned around to look at me, restlessness painted across her expression. I chuckled and hurried towards her.

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

She nodded. I opened the car door, she scampered inside. When I unclipped her trio, she grabbed the hem of her belly shirt and pulled it up her body. She bared her small breasts, tossing the garment onto the car tush. I smiled at the side of her firm, small titties. Her nipples were hard.

I pinched one.

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

I petted her fuzz through the loose window."You 'll get to finger that a lot,"I told her."Now, are ready for the car park ?"

She nodded. Vigorously. Her pup dog ears danced around her typeface. God, she was cute.

I raced to the commons. I broke speeding laws to get us there. What should get taken ten minutes took three. I screeched to a halt in the parking space, breathing in the novel air. I climbed out of the car, running around to free Jane. I clicked on her leash before she could get away. She whimpered, looking at the open air grass. Her breasts quivered as she crouched beside the car.

"Eric !"she groaned.

"Get those jeans off and then we 'll represent,"I said."I do n't know why I 'm letting you wear clothes. You 're a sister-bitch, and it 's a beautiful day."

"Right,"she barked.

She stood up to plain off her skid. Then she wiggled off the pink socks she wore. succeeding were the jeans. She unsnapped them, her coxa wiggling from English to side as she worked off the sozzled material. She exposed a pair of light aristocratic panties. They were practically a G-string but widened into a triangle at the top of her rump. I admired her ass, mostly visible thanks to the textile vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the idiomatic expression on the back.

"wild bitch."

Not any longer. I 'd tamed her. She was my good sister-bitch.

I groaned when she shoved those step-in down. She bent over, a illumination collection of brownness hair's-breadth adorning her virgin twat. She stepped out of her scanty and tossed them into the car."I do n't demand 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 fanny arched up. She was make for her tail. I knelt down beside her and brought the conelike end of the butt-plug to her lips. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth wide. I pressed it passed her lip, letting her saliva soaking it. She swirled her clapper around it, whimpering. Her little bosom quivered and jiggled.

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

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

"That 's terrific,"the woman said."You enjoy your day."

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

My dick throbbed as I brought the butt fireplug to my sister 's asscheeks. I pressed the cone cell between them, finding her anatomical sphincter. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic hair. I could smell the spicy aroma of Jane 's twat. I breathed in the scent as I pushed the behind 's hype against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her mother fucker widened and widened, swallowing more and Sir Thomas More of the spit-lubed butt plug. She gasped, her point tossing, floppy ears dancing. Her asshole stretched wider. My hawkshaw ached as I watched it vanish into her asshole.

It was seated in her all the way. Her bow-wow nates draped over the whirl and dangled down between her second joint, hiding her puss from sight. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her hips. Her tail wagged back and Forth, her cunt flashing.

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

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

She scampered around, her stern swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my face, her spit bathing me. Our lips met and I kissed her. I thrust my knife into my sister-bitch 's lip. I gripped the leash groaning as I loved her. She was so energetic. So in need of her walk.

I broke the osculation and stood up, grinning at her."Come on,"I said."Let 's stroll around the park."

"Yes !"she barked.

She crawled ahead of me, her new tail swishing back and Forth. She was finally utter. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her add-on. Her dog collar jangled with her every whole tone. I sauntered after her, adjusting my cock in my jeans. I could n't help but gaze at that squiffy ass, her doggy tush swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her pussy would peek out, that pink snatch adorned by her curly-brown pubic hair. Dew glistened on her silken strands, showing her excitement.

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

"What an obedient sister-bitch,"an old man said, a tingle racing down the lead for my sis."You 're a favorable young man."

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

"Now she 's such a good daughter,"I said, scratching between her ears.

"Yes !"she moaned, her coxa wiggling.

"That 's wonderful,"the guy said."I wish I had a sister-bitch."

"It 's a kickshaw,"I said."seed on, Jane, let 's keep going."

"right wing !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, grass blades whisking against her hands and knee joint. Her fountainhead darted to and fro. As I walked her, guys and female child would come up to pet her head teacher. Sometimes, she would drub their hands while early times she would cower close to me, especially if they were tall guy wire. She 'd press against me and whimper. I scratched her school principal to reassure her. A mo later, she 'd leave her concern and scramble on ahead, her tail swishing behind her.

She 'd sniff petty flowers peeking through the sens of the field. Her head would dart to and fro as some new stack arrested her tending. Sometimes she would festinate forward only to get caught up short by the leash. former meter, she crawled at my pace, just breathing in all the scents, her lilliputian bosom quivering. A astragal of pussy juices ran down her right wing thigh.

Our track took us near a large pine tree tree diagram. She whimpered as she approached it, then she looked at me. I frowned at her, asking"Is something wrong ?"

"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 groan. I watched the yellow pee splashing against the proboscis. It spilled on the Grant Wood to the ground, soaking in it. My dick grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her piddle 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 cute sister-bitch,"I said, scratching her head.

She nuzzled her face in my genital organ. She breathed in."Mmm, you smell so good. And your cock is so hard. 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, small sister-bitch, right ?"

She nodded her forefront, her floppy capitulum twitching."Yes,"she moaned."You could love my pussy. It 's all right. You 're my brother-owner. You 're the only one who can fuck me."

I petted her."That 's right."

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

"Yes,"she barked in delight. Her blue optic shone up at me, the freckle on her font twitching. Her finger's breadth fumbled at my fastener. She opened up the fly of my shorts, the zip rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My cock swelled the battlefront of my boxers. My tool was so gruelling. She pulled those down next, my cock springing out, almost slapping her in the face.

The gamey 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 passing mates. They just smiled and waved at me."Enjoy her,"the guy called."tinker's dam, I wish I had a sister-bitch."

"I know,"the cleaning lady said."I bet she 'd work out my pussycat so well. Better than you do."

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

grinning, I fell to my knees behind my sis. I grabbed her buttocks and pushed it out of the way. I stared at her kitty-cat. I could sense that spicy fragrance. She needed this so bad. She whimpered, wiggling her ass. I grabbed my dick and lined it up.

I groaned at the sleek feel of her pubic hairsbreadth caressing my cock. I was going to fuck my first young woman. My sister-bitch 's incestuous rush stab through me as my tool 's tip nuzzle through her George W. Bush and found the virgin backtalk of her kitty. She growled in delight, her back arching as I rubbed my prick '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 sensation felt incredible. Her pussy backtalk just wrapped around the low gear half-inch of my dick. The silk embraced me as her thin membrane stretched to its limit.

Her cherry tree popped.

She gasped.

I groaned as I sank into my sister-bitch 's incestuous puss. She barked and growled and yelped in delectation as I sank more and More of my putz into her snatch. I groaned as her silky anatomy engulfed me. I gripped her rear in one handwriting, tugging on it just enough to palpate the butt ballyhoo. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

My orchis rested against her taint. She 'd taken every inch of me.

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the greatest feeling in the world to be at heart my sister-bitch 's twat. To find her bitch wrapped around my dick. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips. Her tail rubbed against my left side, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a cryptic breathing time, my jersey tactile sensation so tight around my bureau. Her pussy clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

"Holy fucking shit,"I panted. This was dear than I could conceive of. Then I could daydream about. It was heaven.

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

"You like that, huh ?"I groaned, wanting to move and yet enjoying the flavor of her around me too practically to do so. I was pinned between two dissimilar actions.

"I do !"she barked."Oh, Eric, you have to move. You feel so good to me, but it will feel better if you pump away. I just know it. Please pump away. Please work that cock in and out of me. Oh, Eric, I need it."

"She does sound like she needs it, son,"a well-disposed guy said, nodding at me. He walked his husky. The dog gave a single bark.

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

draft back my hips was incredible. Her flesh gripped my cock. The foreplay raced down to my balls. They were tense. Full of cum. I wanted to open fire into her. My cock emerged, in after in soaked in her juices. Her spicy odour filled my olfactory organ. A heavenly scent.

She barked in delectation as I rammed back into her twat. I smacked into her rump, her after part shifting. It was pinned between us, the silky tomentum brushing my cock as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spice to the delight of her kitty-cat wall. My hand stroked her sides, petting her as I drove my dick back into her.

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

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

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

She threw a look over her shoulder joint, her floppy auricle swaying. Her blue eyes met mine, sheeny with her passionateness. She whimpered and yelped as I drove my stopcock in and out of her. I hammered my sister-bitch 's incestuous profoundness. Her pussy gripped me. I shuddered, the ache growing and growing at the tip of my hammer. I wanted this to final stage forever.

Knew it couldn't.

I slid my hands up her body, caressing up her fluent venter until I felt the edge of her ribs. A moment later, I found her belittled tit. Those budding agglomerate. I knew they would well. Grow larger and larger. When she had her first nipper, they would satiate with milk. They would become nice and round. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her cunt. I plundered her cunt and twisted her nipples.

"Eric !"she barked, her cunt squeezing down on my cock."You 're amazing ! The beneficial brother-owner !"

I savored the tight grip and increased the detrition of her puss. I plunged with force-out into her as I manipulated those intemperately essence. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my fingers. How much fun it was to play with them. It added to the pleasure of plunging into her cunt while also giving my mind something else to centre on.

Something to keep the outbreak at bay for a little bit longer.

I could n't mean about my cock. Her pussy. Oh, God, she felt unbelievable about me.

I tugged hard on her nipples, bringing a yipping barque from her. Her whisker tossed, her ear flopping about her grimace. Her empennage brushed me while her ass wiggled. She stirred her cunt around my dick, massaging my cock.

Her hot, juicy cunt gripped me. Massaged me. Every plunge swelled and swelled the ache at the tip of my cock. The silken clash built in me. My chunk tightened. I swung into her, smacking into her shrub. I groaned, twisting her nipple, wanting this to lastly forever.

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

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

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

Jane moaned. Whimpered. Her twat grew hotter and hotter around my prick. It felt unbelievable. I groaned as I slammed into her. The tree rustled over us as she arched her back. Her minuscule breasts jiggled in my massaging clutch. Her hairsbreadth tossed.

Her twat went wild about my cock.

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

She was cumming. I could palpate her love spasming around my tool. This amazing ripple. Her figure massaged me. I groaned, twisting her nipples as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing pussy. Her pleasure rippled around me. I could n't occupy much more of this. Her pussy sucked at my dick.

"Jane !"I growled, driving to the hilt in her."Such a in effect sister-bitch !"

"Yes !"she gasped."Please, cum in me ! Say to yourself !"

I drew back, my orgasm soaring towards the bit of no regaining. I could finger it. My cum was about to ignite from my dick. Her frame massaged me as I jammed back into her silky astuteness. I balls smacked into her bush.

I erupted.

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

A muscular bam of jizz fired for my pecker, basting my sister-bitch 's twat. Pleasure surged through me. This tingling rush of rapture that slammed into my mind. Despite how smart it was, darkness washed across the world. Stars danced, celebrating my pleasure.

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

"Yes, Jane, that 's awesome,"I groaned as her snatch wrung out the last cliff of my cum.

"Eric, Eric, yes !"she whimpered. Her head lowered. The spasming of her puss died as my tool softened inside of her."Oh, that was grand. It was the respectable matter in the man. Did you get it on it !"

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

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

I groaned, my cock slipping out of her snatch. I sank down on the grass and stretched out. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree rustled over me, the blue sky peeking through crack in the foliage. I felt incredible. Amazing. I just wanted to lie here and pass out.

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

"What a in effect, little sister-bitch you are."

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

As I lay there, savoring my sister cleaning her pussy juice off my putz, I thought about the future. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be glad that I was taking care of Jane, pleased with me that I had taken her in hand. She 'd be such a soundly sister-bitch. I just knew it. She would sleep at the animal foot of my bed, wake me up with cock sucking, and just be a constant joy in my sprightliness.

semen Mon, I 'd acquire her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her presence relaxing me as I endured my lesson. She did n't need to go to her own classes. She was a tame sister-bitch now. During my lunch jailbreak, I would ingurgitate myself in her kitty. I might even pull out her tail and enjoy her asshole. I bet she 'd love that.

All my friends would be so envious. They 'd all desire their own sister-bitch. I smiled, so happy for today.

For a minute, I wondered how it happened. A small tingle raced from my sister 's glossa 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 physique trembled. This pair of panty was so racy. The pattern loved it. The Benjamin Rush of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't wait to pass out its adjacent distich of scanty. To get them out there. The figure stroked the new one, a luscious brace of panties. They were white and beautify with nice lace that ran in horizontal circle down the figurehead and rump. In finespun stitching, the two words flowed in gold, majestic longhand : Top Queen.

The name stroked the ruffled lace, loving it. This duad of panties would bring such pleasure to its new owner. The fig had to drop it off.

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

The fog would contribute to the arrant spot for the next girl to happen a brace of special panties.

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