Mind-Control Panties

Story Eight : Hot & Naughty Bitch

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for genus Beta recitation this !

The figure of speech entered a store it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the type of entrepot it had never ventured into before. It was n't the sort of place that Pres Young girls shopped at. Nor was it even a place that masses typically went to to find wearable. It was a play store.

The place tingled its senses. The air hummed with probability, fortune, and wagers. The possibility sent a rush through its veins. If it had n't found this new high of creative thinker control, it would be tempted to see what variety of mischievousness it could get up to in here.

None of the customer, almost entirely male, noticed its presence as it ghosted between the shelf covered in imaginary products. Everything from role-playing biz leger to miniature war game soma abounded. The shelf were stocked with all style of dice and rulers and paints and wit sleeves and a horde of early items the digit had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its senses, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the number 's helping hand was a extra duo of panties. It was cut narrower than other single it had dropped off, almost a thong save it spread into a triangular plot of ground of cloth at the back with decent room for two words to be written : Wild Bitch. Printed in scarlet alphabetic character, the phrase contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton portmanteau.

With a flick, it tossed its creation onto a box of war game miniatures, the models on the top all brandishing futuristic weapons.

The panties were out of space. They should be noticed.

Only its destined proprietor would.

With a last groan, the figure slipped away with nondescript relaxation through the fanboys browsing the ware. It passed by bozo excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a rare menu out of a booster pack or at finding the last box of a set of toy. As the figure stepped out, a young man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a put-on look on his young fount. 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 besotted tank top made of some futuristic cloth that hugged his trunk and a pair of running underdrawers. He had sunglasses perched on his head. He was on his college 's runway and field of operations team, but he was also someone who enjoyed playing collectible posting games.

There was a new set out for his preferent one.

He had a charade look because of who trailed after him. His little babe, Jane.

She had long, chocolate-brown hair, I lighter hue than her Brother 's short locks. She stood slender, appearing almost like a tomboy. She wore a loose-fitting T-shirt and liberal jeans, a baseball game cap perched on her pass. Her blue heart, the Sami shade as her older buddy, flicked around while she gushed at all the wonderful vision. A smile spread on her backtalk, dimpling her freckled cheeks.

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

"keep & Draco,"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 appear to acknowledge that he grit his tooth. He shook his psyche, hating that his parents forced him to watch out her for the afternoon. He was already heading towards the takeoff booster face pack, eager to rip out a few of them and unfold them. There was a mythic rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get lucky.

It would complete his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a span of panties. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some sort of figures. She drifted to the duo and snagged them up. She shuddered as the tingle rippled through her. She turned them in her hands, her eyes falling on the nail down strip that widened into a triangle.

"wilderness bitch,"she whispered, this naughty bang shooting through her.

Without thought, she shoved the panties into her dungaree. She whirled around and saw her brother on the former side of the shop. She darted past a display, bore to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her older brother.

If she could, she would follow him everywhere.

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Eric Mitchels

It was around eleven in the break of the day when I was finally gear up to get up. It was a Saturday, so I was taking it easy. The weather was bang-up, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to direct to the secret plan store. I had another twenty I could spend on lifter packs. Maybe this clip I get the card. I could n't open to buy it, it was way too much on the secondary marketplace. It would nail my deck of cards. I wanted to be ready for future Fri night.

Deciding on heading to the game storehouse instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a pair of jean short. I snagged a stiff T-shirt, pulling it over my fit form. I stood up, stretching. My abdomen rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched unfastened the door and came face-to-face with my little sister.

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

She had on a tight brace of jeans that hugged her flesh. The blue jean clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't hold a good deal hips, she had some feminine curve to her eighteen-year-old body. Even unusual, I could see her tummy. She wore a belly shirt, a bang of pink running down beneath the cloth cupping her diminished breasts. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a dance band of purple cloth wrapped around her trunk. I shivered as this strange chill 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 spate of my little babe ?

"Hey,"she said, this big grin on her grimace. It really set off the freckles on her nerve."You going somewhere ?"

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

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

Normally, I would say no, but all the blood was rushing to my dick. She was looking ... sexy. Her stomach was prostrate and tone up, her breasts, while minor, had a nice flesh to them. Her nipple pressed hard, poking at the thinly cloth.

"Sure."

Joy fit to life in her optic. She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She bounced up and planted a kiss on my cheek. I could 've sworn I felt her glossa for a second like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this look of scurvy joy, this state of nature delight.

I could n't help but remark the light-blue sharpness of her panties peeking out of the low-riding jeans she wore.

When did my little sister get hot ? Damn.

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

"Only one way to find out,"I said, my dick at a replete erection. I wanted to adjust myself, but I could n't in front of my lilliputian sister. shit, she smelled thoroughly, too. Something like lilac in the air. This flowery scent. Perfume ? Jane was wearing perfume and physical composition ?

What was going on ?

I felt that quiver racing through me the intact way down the stairs. I could n't avail but notice her firm, little titty jiggling in her tight top. They were blossoming into a Delicious pair of breasts. I was rock-hard. I wanted to head back to my bedroom and stroke my cock while thinking about my footling sister. This was insane. She felt so decent against my arm. She rubbed her buttock against my shoulder joint, giggling in delight.

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

Our mother peeked in from the kitchen."Oh, do n't you two look cunning together. I 'm glad you 're spending some time with your little Sister. I know how a lot she loves hanging out with you."

"Yeah,"I said, trying not to ogle my sister 's budding tits in front of my mother."She 's really ... uh ... growing on me."

Jane giggled in delight.

"That 's wonderful,"Mom said."Have fun !"

We headed outside. Jane broke away so we could get in my car. She hopped into the passenger seat of my Toyota Corolla. It was over a decade old, but it ran. I slipped in and started it up. She was bouncing on her seat, her light-brown hair's-breadth swaying about her brass. Her malar were delicate, her lip deep red red. The eye shadow only enhanced the deep blue air of her middle. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her unwrap midriff and lure cleavage. Even her berm were cute.

shit. I could get used to having a teasing baby who looked like this.

We reached the biz store after about ten minutes, Jane bursting out of the car and racing around to my side of meat before I could rise out. She took my arm the import I got out, rubbing her brass 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 fingerbreadth on it. It was in the back of my mind, but I ignored it. I headed inside, the bell tinkling as we entered.

It was Saturday, so the place was packed. There was some bill tourney going on in the spinal column, a cluster of players huddled around folding tables. They were n't playing my secret plan. It looked like one of the Anime one with the cute girls. I was n't quite into that. Dragon Ball Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's head darted depart and right as we headed towards the booster pack. She chatted, her voice making this soothing background noise. I paid only half tending of what she said, it was all just excited bark. Cute, but meaningless. Her head darted around, her middle wide. I swear her hips were wiggling.

I grabbed a couple of plugger mob off the rack, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a little rack of cosplay item. BASIC stuff. Some headbands for that ninja anime, a few shirts, and a pair of dog capitulum on a headband. The moment I saw them, the tingling raced through me. I seized the dog ears, not caring about the price, and placed them on my babe 's head. The floppy capitulum dangled down the side of her head, swaying as she moved. I could n't help myself.

I rubbed the top of her nous, petting her.

"Eric,"she said."Are you buying this for me ?"

"Yeah,"I said, loving the joy in her eyes."They look cunning on you."

She squealed and threw her arm around my neck. She pressed that lithe organic structure against me, my gumshoe throb as she planted another kiss on my buttock. This meter, I was certain I felt her knife licking for a present moment. Then she broke away, her dog spike swaying and flopping around. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. I smiled, her dead body brushing mine as I headed towards the cash register.

When we reached the counter, she darted to stomach right beside me. She leaned her elbows on the methamphetamine display the Cash registry set on and said,"looking what my brother 's purchasing me. Are n't they cute ?"

"Yeah, they are,"the fat, middle-aged guy working the immediate payment registry said. He had a scraggly shadow 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 import was practically orgasmic. It made my dick throb hard.

I tossed the booster merchandise on the counter before us."And these."

He nodded, ringing me up. My sister squirmed against me the entire prison term as I paid. I had just enough money. I got a dyad of cents back in variety and then we were off. She clung to me again, her forefront shakiness, her diskette auricle bouncing. Her lilliputian nose twitched.

I clutched the booster unit gang in my helping hand, feeling the calling card inside. The foil they were wrapped in ruckle. We stepped outside into the sun, the morning warm. She broke away from me and darted to her English of my car. I slipped into the number one wood seat as she climbed in the early side.

"Here we go,"I said, holding up the first friend camp. 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 spit swiped out, licking across them and brushing the tip of my olfactory organ.

She smiled at me, squirming."I just know you 're going to get it."

"Yeah,"I ground, all the stock swelling my peter. I do n't recall ever being harder. My sister was just so cute.

I popped open the foremost pack, ignoring all the commons and uncommons. I went straight for the finale card where the rare or the mythic rare would be found.

I sighed. A bust. A dud of a rare that I would n't even get a buck for.

I opened the second ring, the foil crinkling. Jane was perched on her genu now trembling as she watched. She had this look of Bob Hope in her eyes, her hands clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her little nose twitching.

"Damn,"I moaned, getting a dual ground in the 2d ring. It was n't a bad wrench, but it was n't in the people of colour I was playing.

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

The tingling raced around me. I groaned as I grabbed the tab on the back of the coterie. I yanked, ripping the sealing paste apart and opening it. I slid the wit out of my hand, fanning through the trash commons, giving the few uncommon a glance, and ...

My heart almost stopped. There it was. The fabulous rare I needed. This card sold for eighty-seven one dollar bill last sentence I looked online. My heart and soul exalted.

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

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

Before I could do anything else, my babe squealed and threw her arms around my neck. Then her mouth were kissing me everywhere. Her spit was flicking out, licking across my face. Her glossa darted around my nerve. My chin. She lapped at my forehead.

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

And then she found my lips. I groaned as her tongue poke into my mouth. She licked around the interior, whimpering against me. My dick throbbed, demanding that Lapplander caress. I shuddered, my hand shooting down to the fly of my boxers. I popped the fastener. The zip rasped. I pulled out my cock as I groaned into the kiss with my sister.

I needed her to love me. I needed her to work my cock. If she did, she would be such a good, slight sister.

As if sensing my motive, Jane pulled away, her buttock flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the passel of my tool. My little sis shuddered, her small chest jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a deep breath and said,"Do you need me to ... ?"

I nodded."You 'd be a not bad, piddling babe if you did."

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

I groaned at the incestuous contact of her hand grabbing my concentrated prick. I reclined back in my derriere, not caring that mass were coming in and out of the memory board. They walked by the car as my little sister leaned down. She was just doing what a safe, little sister should.

There was null damage with that. Nothing I should be ashamed of.

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

She giggled."You like that ?"

I scratched her heading between her ears. She shuddered and darted her school principal down again. She licked all the way across my stopcock in one long, shuddering go. I groaned, my ballock tensing at the pleasure. Such a skilful, piffling sister.

I kept scratching the top of her head, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the treetop of my dick. It was incredible. Her glossa was so spry. Then she licked at the pecker right beneath my tip, her hand pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous rush shooting through me. I glanced down her body, her rump clad in those sloshed jeans, the denim molding to her cute ass. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What ?

My spunk pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her knife across my dick. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my dick 's tip in her hot spit. My Lucille Ball tensed. They were filling up with a freight of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her head. I shifted in my behind. She was such a good, little ... sister. Yeah, she was a good, little sister.

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

Was"babe"the right Holy Scripture for her ? Something felt missing.

I closed my optic, just letting myself enjoy it. Her natural language 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 balls. Her tongue flicked out, caressing them as her helping hand pumped up and down my saliva-soaked shaft.

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

Yeah, she was a upright, little bitch. My aphrodisiacal sister-bitch. I shuddered as her brim nuzzled against my orb. She sucked on one for a moment, her glossa acting with it. Pleasure shot up to the tip of my dick, my beam of light twitching in her grip. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft. Her grip sent pleasure flowing through me.

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

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

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

I stared down at her she sucked on my peter, her lips sealed around it. Her floppy disk pinna swayed around her face as she bobbed her read/write head. Her spit never stopped licking me as she blew my gumshoe. Incestuous pleasure surged through me as the pressure built and built at the tip of my prick. I shuddered as my little sister-bitch pleased me. She gave me what I craved. What I needed.

"Fuck, yes, Jane !"I groaned."keep sucking. Make sure as shooting 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 adopt much more of this. My hired man tightened on her principal, gripping her hair. She had such a silky coat. I held tight, making sure she kept sucking. The press rose and rose, my sister-bitch swirling her tongue around the tip.

That was it. I exploded.

My cum fired into my petty sister-bitch 's mouth. gust after blast of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in delight. Her hips wagged back and forth. The car rocked on its shocks as I shuddered. My back pressed into the seat. My foot jammed on the brakes. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.

jet after spirt of my jizz flooded her mouth. Each eruption sent pleasure slamming through my mind. It was intense. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every single clap. And she gulped it all down. My orgasm peaked.

"Jane !"I groaned."Oh, nooky, Jane, you 're just the in force sister-bitch there is."

I relaxed my grip. She popped her mouth off my prick and sat up. She licked her lips, cleaning up a little bit of my spunk that had escaped her oral cavity. Her blue eyes met mine, brimming with delight. I scratched between her spike. She shuddered.

"I did respectable ?"she asked.

"You 're the unspoilt sister-bitch in the human race,"I panted.

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

I had to take concern of her.

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

She nodded her heading, her eyes slick with agitation."Yes !"she barked."We have to."

She bounced on her knees in the seat, whining. Her upheaval was enthusiastic.

I started my car and bucked out. She had her nerve pressed against the window. I rolled it down for her. I smiled as she thrust her top dog out. Her floppy dog capitulum flapped in the breeze. She looked like she was having so often fun. My gumshoe throbbed, so gladiolus I had my petty sister-bitch to take care of.

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

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

She was missing something there.

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

"sledding 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 ill-use 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 go after all over. She was such a good pup. I scratched her head, and she smiled in delight. She clung to my arm as we swept inside. I was so activated to buy her everything she needed.

The sliding shabu door whisked open on our feeler. The pet store was arrayed before us. It brimmed with possibilities. So many of them. Jane 's top dog whipped around, her mane of long, brown hair sweeping about her shoulder. Her little knocker jiggled in her tight knocker tube. Should a sister-bitch wear clothing ? I blinked at that musical theme, this tingle racing through my body. Well, of course, she needed clothes. She could n't go around naked.

Why not ? the quiver seemed to whisper.

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

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

"You 're such a wonderful pal,"she said."I love you so much."Her straits darted up so her tongue could lick my cheek.

I shuddered at it. So hot, a warm tongue.

We walked down the aisles, looking for what we needed. We passed chew miniature, pet food, accessories for birds, fish tanks, and then we got to the collar. I passed the unity for Caterpillar', heading for the frankfurter'. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my gaze flicking rightfield and left. There were some that were made of rough, canvas-like material while others were made of polish leather. A sturdy material. yearn lasting. Some were thick, but that did n't seem to fit my sister-bitch. She was a petite thing.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid centre on the specify black collar studded with shiny rivets, I knew it was gross for her. I pulled it down, the cordiform tag swaying. The shiny alloy glinted. I needed to have it engraved. I gripped the leather band, smiling.

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

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

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

Next, we headed to the tercet. I wanted something to keep her airless 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 pull back or represent out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her collar. There was a black, leather terzetto. It was the same dark ending. It was costly, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would save no expenses for her.

I snagged it, my sister nodding in approval. She darted ahead of me, her cute rump wiggling in those tight dungaree. I had to find that accoutrement. It was the next matter I needed. I headed down the gangway, looking. Scanning. A sister-bitch needed a tail.

Two aisles over, I found the animal fundament. They had bushy fox fag end, streamlined cattails, crooked monkey backside, and even dog tails. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the type that clipped onto the back of the bloomers or were held on by some kind of adhesive agent. They did n't face stalwart. 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 chew that would take for it in topographic point.

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 frisson wavelet over my sis while the salesgirl blinked her center. She shook her mind, her dark whisker swaying about the blue devil polo she wore. Her eyes went out of focus for a import."Oh, that 's terrific. And you need to get a tail for her, right ?"

"Yeah, but you do n't receive the right ones,"I said."Where are the one with the plug ? You know, that I can introduce. I want something forcible so it will persist on her. None of these will work."

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

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

My sister-bitch gave me a confused look.

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

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

"Why, just head to the rear of the store and we take care of you,"she said. She had such a friendly smiling on her lips. She reached out to pet Jane 's head.

Jane giggled in delight then darted up and licked the saleswoman 's cheek.

The salesgirl laughed."My, she 's a friendly one."

"Yep,"I said, my hired man sliding down to catch my sister-bitch 's ass through her jeans."She 's such a pleasure. I 'm really enjoying having her around."

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

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

The saleswoman smiled and then headed off to aid another client. I led my sister to the rear of the fund. A middle-aged guy with slurred glasses took the tag to inscribe Jane on the front and in humble letters beneath,"Owned by her crony Eric."It took about ten instant, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the touch.

Jane gushed seeing her name written in the sleek cursive script."Oh, it 's so pretty,"she moaned."Please, please, can I weary it ? I want to wear it right now !"

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

"Yes !"She barked.

Jane was antsy as we waited in blood. There was a number of customers before us, and only one bank clerk working. The young woman went as fast as she could, but it was still easy going. Jane whined. She pressed up against me. I felt her small tit and strong teat rubbing into my side. She humped her snatch against my leg, her denim rasp against my pelt. She was so antsy. I squeezed her ass, holding her tight as she moaned. She definitely needed to go to the park and work off some energy.

I needed to puzzle out off some Department of Energy, too. My dick throbbed.

Finally, we reached the cashier. As she rang us up, a foreign quiver rippled out of my sister. I blinked, shaking my headway, then realized that the tether 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 present moment we were outside the store, I pulled out the collar. Jane swept back her hair and held it out of the way. Her floppy dog spike swayed about her face as I wrapped the collar about her cervix. I cinched it tight, the black leather contrasting with her blanch tegument. Her tag dangled down to the hollow of her pharynx, the metal heart glinting. Her name shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of joy, bouncing in stead, the tag flashing.

I pulled back on the tab on the lead, opening its clasp. I snapped it around the mob of Jane 's collar. She trembled, her doggy pinna swaying about her cheek. She stared up at me with such joy in her eyes as I gripped the III. She could n't get far away from me now. She let out a bark of joy, her grimace bursting with pleasure.

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

"She 's such a good sister-bitch, is n't she ?"an old woman 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.

"come on,"I said, aching to exercise her right here."We need one more than thing. Then we 're going to the park. You can have so a great deal fun."

"Yes !"she moaned and then fell down onto her hands and knees like a good sister-bitch.

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

Damn, I was so glad I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the passenger doorway. She climbed right wing up, sitting on her knee joint in the stern, her drumhead darting around. The heart-shaped tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the hollow of her pharynx. I unlatched her tierce and closed the door. She immediately rolled down the windowpane and stuck her nous out. She had such joy in her crimson cheeks, her drab eyes shining.

I rushed around the car, climbed into the device driver seat, and started the locomotive. She whooped in delight as I backed out of the space, her ass shoved right at me. Her blue jean clung to it. The denim was in the way, hiding the truly delicious character about her.

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

I had driven by the Adult playhouse so many times. It had a sleazy facial expression about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a au naturel cleaning lady. All the windowpane were blacked out. The place promised to sell adult trinket. It promised such wicked delights inside.

I got out of my car and headed around the car to Jane 's side. I opened her doorway and immediately snapped on the III. She bounded out of the car and fell to her knee joint beside me. She rubbed her face into my calf.

I swallowed as I faced the store. Though I was XIX, I 'd never ben in this sort of place. 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 threshold, Jane heeling me. I opened it, revealing the seedy shop.

Naked bosom were everywhere. On DVD boxes. cartridge holder covers. Sex toy boxes. moan echoed through the store. Dirty videos played on diminished TVs in the corners. 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 distinguish she was uncomfortable. I led her through the store, my cheeks burning. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"Damn,"I muttered, glancing at some of the things. Fake dick. Vibrators. Anal beads. There were some strangely determine things.

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

"This is what you need,"I said.

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

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

Maybe I would come in next weekend to buy her some toy dog to play with.

"Hey, time lag !"the shaggy guy grunted."You have to ..."His words trailed off though. I glanced at him, his font going blank shell. Then he said,"Have a good day."

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

Daylight flooded around us. It almost was a physical presence. I groaned as I let my little sister out. She let out a barque relief and darted towards the car. She gasped as the three pulled her up abruptly. She turned around to look at me, impatience painted across her human face. 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 collar, she grabbed the hem of her belly shirt and pulled it up her body. She bared her little breasts, tossing the garment onto the car posterior. I smiled at the side of her firm, small titty. Her mammilla were hard.

I pinched one.

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

I petted her hair through the open window."You 'll get to feel that a lot,"I told her."Now, are gear up for the park ?"

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

I raced to the park. I broke speeding laws to get us there. What should have taken ten minutes took three. I screeched to a check in the parking space, breathing in the freshly air. I climbed out of the car, running around to release Jane. I clicked on her leash before she could get away. She whimpered, looking at the subject grass. Her tit quivered as she crouched beside the car.

"Eric !"she groaned.

"Get those dungaree off and then we 'll play,"I said."I do n't know why I 'm letting you clothing wearing apparel. You 're a sister-bitch, and it 's a beautiful day."

"rightfulness,"she barked.

She stood up to sound off off her skid. Then she wiggled off the garden pink socks she wore. Next were the jean. She unsnapped them, her hips wiggling from side to side as she worked off the tight cloth. She exposed a couplet of get down blue panties. They were practically a thong but widened into a Triangle at the top of her butt. I admired her ass, mostly visible thanks to the cloth vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the set phrase on the back.

"wild bitch."

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

I groaned when she shoved those panty down. She bent over, a calorie-free accumulation of brown pilus adorning her Virgo the Virgin pussy. She stepped out of her panties and tossed them into the car."I do n't need those any longer."

"No, you do n't,"I said, rubbing her head.

She sank down to her paw and knee on the locoweed, her keister arched up. She was ready for her tail. I knelt down beside her and brought the conical end of the butt-plug to her rim. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth full. I pressed it passed her lips, letting her saliva soak it. She swirled her tongue around it, whimpering. Her little breast quivered and jiggled.

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

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

"That 's marvelous,"the fair sex said."You enjoy your day."

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

My tool throbbed as I brought the butt wad to my sister 's asscheeks. I pressed the cone between them, finding her sphincter muscle. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic hair. I could smell the spicy scent of Jane 's puss. I breathed in the scent as I pushed the tail 's chew against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her mother fucker widened and widened, swallowing more and more of the spit-lubed rump plug. She gasped, her pass tossing, floppy auricle dancing. Her mother fucker extend wider. My hawkshaw ached as I watched it vanish into her asshole.

It was seated in her all the way. Her doggy derriere draped over the crack and dangled down between her thighs, hiding her kitty-cat from thought. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her hips. Her empennage wagged back and forth, her puss flashing.

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

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

She scampered around, her tail swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my boldness, her tongue bathing me. Our back talk met and I kissed her. I thrust my glossa into my sister-bitch 's mouth. I gripped the tether groaning as I loved her. She was so gumptious. So in need of her walk.

I broke the kiss and stood up, grinning at her."semen on,"I said."Let 's saunter around the park."

"Yes !"she barked.

She crawled ahead of me, her new tail swishing back and forth. She was finally perfect. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her add-on. Her shoe collar jangled with her every step. I sauntered after her, adjusting my cock in my jeans. I could n't facilitate but gaze at that tight ass, her doggy bottom swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her pussy would glance out, that pink twat adorned by her curly-brown pubic hair. Dew glistened on her silky strands, showing her excitement.

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

"What an obedient sister-bitch,"an old man said, a shudder racing down the leash for my Sister."You 're a lucky young man."

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

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

"Yes !"she moaned, her hips wiggling.

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

"It 's a treat,"I said."come on, Jane, let 's restrain going."

"Right !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, pot blade whisking against her custody and knees. Her head darted to and fro. As I walked her, guys and girls would occur up to pet her head. Sometimes, she would thrash their mitt while other meter she would cower close to me, especially if they were grandiloquent guys. She 'd public press against me and whimper. I scratched her nous to reassure her. A moment later, she 'd forget her fear and scamper on ahead, her tail swishing behind her.

She 'd whiff piddling flowers peeking through the locoweed of the field of honor. Her head would dart to and fro as some new survey arrested her care. Sometimes she would festinate forward only to get caught up unretentive by the leash. Other times, she crawled at my pace, just breathing in all the scents, her lilliputian breast quivering. A astragal of kitty juices ran down her mightily thigh.

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

"I have to pee,"she said."Is it all right to go here ?"

"Yes."I grinned at her."I mean, you are a sister-bitch."

Jane smiled. She reached the Tree, turning around. She squatted down and moan. I watched the yellow urine splashing against the trunk. It spilled on the wood to the primer, soaking in it. My shaft grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her weewee 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 case in my fork. She breathed in."Mmm, you smell so full. And your dick is so heavily. Do you need me to lick your cock again ?"

"I need something a bit Thomas More than that,"I said."You 're going to be a ripe, little sister-bitch, right ?"

She nodded her head, her floppy pinna twitching."Yes,"she moaned."You could know my pussy. It 's all right. You 're my brother-owner. You 're the alone one who can lie with me."

I petted her."That 's right."

I was too horny to wait to get abode. 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 eye shone up at me, the freckles on her face twitching. Her fingers fumbled at my fastener. She opened up the fly of my shorts, the zipper rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My cock swelled the nominal head of my boxers. My dick was so voiceless. She pulled those down next, my cock springing out, almost slapping her in the face.

The blue 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 couple. They just smiled and waved at me."Enjoy her,"the guy called."Damn, I wish I had a sister-bitch."

"I know,"the woman said."I bet she 'd lap up my slit so well. intimately than you do."

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

Smiling, I fell to my knees behind my baby. I grabbed her tail and pushed it out of the way. I stared at her pussy. I could smell that spicy fragrance. She needed this so bad. She whimpered, wiggling her ass. I grabbed my cock and lined it up.

I groaned at the silky feel of her pubic pilus caressing my cock. I was going to get it on my first little girl. My sister-bitch 's incestuous rush shot through me as my cock 's tip nuzzle through her bush and found the virgin lips of her pussy. She growled in joy, her back arching as I rubbed my dick '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 shaft. I groaned, my heart and soul pumping fast. The ace felt incredible. Her pussy lips just wrapped around the first half-inch of my tool. The silk embraced me as her thin tissue layer stretched to its limit.

Her cherry popped.

She gasped.

I groaned as I sank into my sister-bitch 's incestuous snatch. She barked and growled and yelped in delight as I sank more and More of my pecker into her cunt. I groaned as her silky flesh engulfed me. I gripped her tail in one hand, tugging on it just enough to sense the butt fireplug. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

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

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the greatest feeling in the world to be inside my sister-bitch 's kitty-cat. To feel her cunt wrapped around my gumshoe. I groaned, my paw gripping her hips. Her tail rubbed against my left hand side, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a recondite breath, my tee shirt impression so crocked around my breast. Her cunt clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

"Holy fucking asshole,"I panted. This was proficient than I could imagine. Then I could dream about. It was heaven.

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

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

"I do !"she barked."Oh, Eric, you have to move. You feel so good to me, but it will 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 vocalise like she needs it, son,"a friendly guy said, nodding at me. He walked his husky. The dog gave a unmarried bark.

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

drawing back my hips was incredible. Her flesh gripped my cock. The stimulus raced down to my testicle. They were tense. Full of cum. I wanted to fire into her. My shaft emerged, inch after inch soaked in her juice. Her spicy aroma filled my nozzle. A heavenly scent.

She barked in delight as I rammed back into her cuckoo. I smacked into her backside, her tail shifting. It was pinned between us, the sleek hairs brushing my cock as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spice to the delight of her pussy paries. My hand stroked her sides, petting her as I drove my peter back into her.

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

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

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

She threw a flavour over her shoulder joint, her floppy pinna swaying. Her blue eye met mine, shiny with her passion. She whimpered and yelped as I drove my cock in and out of her. I hammered my sister-bitch 's incestuous profoundness. Her cunt gripped me. I shuddered, the ache growing and growing at the tip of my cock. I wanted this to last forever.

Knew it couldn't.

I slid my hired hand up her body, caressing up her polish tum until I felt the edge of her ribs. A present moment later, I found her little breasts. Those budding mounds. I knew they would swell. Grow larger and prominent. When she had her first child, they would fill with milk. They would get gracious and round of drinks. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her pussy. I plundered her cunt and twisted her nipples.

"Eric !"she barked, her puss squeezing down on my shaft."You 're amazing ! The secure brother-owner !"

I savored the taut clench and increased the clash of her twat. I plunged with force into her as I manipulated those arduous essence. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my fingers. How often fun it was to meet with them. It added to the delight of plunging into her cunt while also giving my mind something else to center on.

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

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

I tugged hard on her nipples, bringing a yipping barque from her. Her hair's-breadth tossed, her auricle flopping about her face. Her tail brushed me while her ass wiggled. She stirred her cunt around my putz, 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 slick friction built in me. My Ball tightened. I swung into her, smacking into her President George W. Bush. I groaned, twisting her nipples, wanting this to last forever.

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

"What a lucky sister-bitch,"a fair sex said. She smiled as she jogged by."Make her cum hard. She deserves it !"

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

Jane moaned. Whimpered. Her kitty grew hotter and hotter around my dick. It felt incredible. I groaned as I slammed into her. The tree rustled over us as she arched her back. Her trivial boob jiggled in my massaging clasp. Her hair tossed.

Her pussycat went wild about my cock.

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

She was cumming. I could feel her cacoethes spasming around my peter. This awful rippling. Her flesh massaged me. I groaned, twisting her nipples as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing cunt. Her pleasance rippled around me. I could n't take much Sir Thomas More of this. Her cunt sucked at my dick.

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

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

I drew back, my orgasm soaring towards the moment of no return. I could feel it. My cum was about to burst out from my dick. Her form massaged me as I jammed back into her silky depths. I balls smacked into her bush.

I erupted.

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

A powerful bam of jizz fired for my dick, basting my sister-bitch 's kitty-cat. Pleasure surged through me. This tingling surge of rapture that slammed into my mind. Despite how bright it was, swarthiness washed across the world. Stars danced, celebrating my pleasure.

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

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

"Eric, Eric, yes !"she whimpered. Her headspring lowered. The spasming of her cunt died as my cock softened inside of her."Oh, that was wonderful. It was the trump thing in the world. Did you love it !"

"roll in the hay yes,"I panted."Jane, it was amazing. You 're incredible."

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

I groaned, my putz slipping out of her pussy. I sank down on the grass and stretched out. The tree rustled over me, the Amytal sky peeking through break in the leaves. I felt incredible. Amazing. I just wanted to lie here and pass out.

Jane turned around. Her pinch jangled as she nuzzled down my putz. Her tongue licked up my hawkshaw. She cleaned off her kitty-cat juices. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her knife bathing my dick. I smiled as I started to farm hard. I reached out and grabbed her leash, holding it in a lazy grip.

"What a good, little sister-bitch you are."

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

As I lay there, savoring my sister cleaning her pussy juices off my hawkshaw, I thought about the hereafter. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be well-chosen that I was taking tutelage of Jane, pleased with me that I had taken her in helping hand. She 'd be such a good sister-bitch. I just knew it. She would sleep at the foot of my bed, stir up me up with blowjobs, and just be a constant joy in my life.

semen Monday, I 'd bring her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her presence relaxing me as I endured my object lesson. She did n't postulate to go to her own classes. She was a tame sister-bitch now. During my lunch break, I would satiate myself in her pussy. I might even attract out her tail and delight her bunghole. I bet she 'd love that.

All my ally would be so jealous. They 'd all need their own sister-bitch. I smiled, so gladiolus for today.

For a minute, I wondered how it happened. A slight tingle raced from my sister 's tongue and up through my putz. It did n't weigh how it happened. It just mattered that I had her.

My loving sister-bitch.

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The figure trembled. This pair of scanty was so risque. The figure loved it. The rush of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't waitress to pass out its next pair of panties. To get them out there. The design stroked the new one, a toothsome duet of scanty. They were white and adorned with dainty lace that ran in horizontal isthmus down the front and rump. In frail stitching, the two Christian Bible flowed in gold, majestic cursive script : Top Queen.

The figure stroked the tittup lace, loving it. This brace of panty would bring such delight to its new owner. The figure had to sink it off.

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

The fog would result to the perfect situation for the future lady friend to find a pair of extra panties.

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