Mind-Control panty

Story VIII : Hot & Naughty Bitch

By mypenname3000

Copyright 2019

note of hand : Thanks to Alex for Beta version this !

The chassis entered a store it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the eccentric of store it had never ventured into before. It was n't the sort of place that young girls shopped at. Nor was it even a position that people typically went to to find vesture. It was a play store.

The place tingled its senses. The air hummed with probability, opportunity, and bet. The opening sent a upsurge through its nervure. If it had n't found this new high of judgment mastery, it would be tempted to see what kind of mischief it could get up to in here.

None of the customer, almost entirely male, noticed its presence as it ghosted between the shelves covered in fanciful products. Everything from role-playing game Quran to miniature war game material body abounded. The shelves were stocked with all manner of die and ruler and paints and card sleeves and a horde of other items the chassis had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its common sense, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the figure 's hand was a special pair of panties. It was cut narrower than other 1 it had dropped off, almost a thong save it spread into a three-sided patch of textile at the back with decent room for two words to be written : state of nature cunt. Printed in scarlet letters, the phrase contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton blend.

With a flick, it tossed its creative activity onto a box of war game miniature, the role model on the cover all brandishing futurist weapons.

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

Only its destined owner would.

With a final exam groan, the figure slipped away with nondescript easiness through the fanboys browsing the wares. It passed by guys excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a uncommon card 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 sendup looking on his young face. The nineteen-year-old boy was tall with a stolon build. He looked gymnastic and more put together tone than the usual clientele that shopped here. He wore a slopped tank car top made of some futuristic material that hugged his body and a couplet of running shorts. He had sunglass perched on his headway. He was on his college 's cartroad and field team, but he was also person who enjoyed playing collectible card games.

There was a new set out for his favorite one.

He had a pasquinade look because of who trailed after him. His little sister, Jane.

She had long, chocolate-brown fuzz, I lighter hue than her crony 's short locks. She stood slender, appearing almost like a hoyden. She wore a baggy tee shirt and at large jeans, a baseball cap perched on her foreland. Her blueing heart, the Saame refinement as her older blood brother, flicked around while she gushed at all the wonderful sights. A grin spread on her sassing, dimpling her freckled cheeks.

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

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

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

He rolled his optic. His babe did n't seem to notice that he grit his teeth. He shook his headway, hating that his parents forced him to watch her for the afternoon. He was already heading towards the booster packs, eager to pull out a few of them and spread them. There was a mythic rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get lucky.

It would finish his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a pair of scanty. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some form of figure of speech. She drifted to the pair and snagged them up. She shuddered as the tingle rippled through her. She turned them in her hands, her eyes falling on the pin down strip that widened into a triangle.

"state of nature bitch,"she whispered, this naughty shiver shooting through her.

Without idea, she shoved the panties into her dungaree. She whirled around and saw her comrade on the other side of meat of the store. She darted past a display, eager to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her honest-to-goodness brother.

If she could, she would follow him everywhere.

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Eric Mitchels

It was around eleven in the first light when I was finally fix to get up. It was a Saturday, so I was taking it easy. The atmospheric condition was neat, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to head to the game storehouse. I had another twenty I could spend on shoplifter mob. Maybe this clip I get the card. I could n't afford to buy it, it was way too much on the lower-ranking mart. It would complete my deck. I wanted to be ready for next Friday night.

Deciding on heading to the secret plan fund instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a brace of jean shorts. I snagged a slopped tee shirt, pulling it over my fit mannequin. I stood up, stretching. My stomach rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched open the room access and came face-to-face with my piffling sister.

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

She had on a tight pair of jean that hugged her flesh. The jean clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't possess much pelvic arch, she had some womanly breaking ball to her eighteen-year-old torso. Even stranger, I could see her breadbasket. She wore a belly shirt, a bang of pink running down beneath the textile cupping her low breasts. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a band of empurpled material wrapped around her torso. I shivered as this unknown prickling running through me. It rippled across my skin and ended at my prick. I started to chub up.

Why was I getting hard at the view of my little sis ?

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

"Yeah, to the biz storehouse,"I said.

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

Normally, I would say no, but all the line was rushing to my dick. She was looking ... sexy. Her stomach was flat and toned, her bosom, while small, had a nice shape to them. Her nipples pressed hard, poking at the fragile cloth.

"Sure."

Joy outburst to life in her eyes. She squealed and threw her arms around my neck opening. She bounced up and planted a kiss on my cheek. I could 've sworn I felt her clapper for a indorse like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this look of abject joy, this wild delight.

I could n't aid but detect the pale blue boundary of her panties peeking out of the low-riding jeans she wore.

When did my petty 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 full erection. I wanted to aline myself, but I could n't in battlefront of my picayune sister. shit, 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 shudder racing through me the full way down the stairs. I could n't help but mark her house, short titties jiggling in her tight top. They were blossoming into a delightful couple of breast. I was rock-hard. I wanted to guide back to my chamber and stroke my cock while thinking about my little babe. This was insane. She felt so dainty against my arm. She rubbed her face against my shoulder, giggling in delight.

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

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

"Yeah,"I said, trying not to ogle my baby 's budding teat in front man 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 rider tooshie 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 hindquarters, her light-brown pilus swaying about her cheek. Her malar were delicate, her lips ruby red. The eye shadow only enhanced the bass blue of her centre. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her exposed midsection and enticing cleavage. Even her shoulders were cute.

tinker's dam. I could get used to having a plaguey sister who looked like this.

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

It was Saturday, so the place was packed. There was some poster tourney going on in the cover, a bunch of players huddled around folding board. They were n't playing my plot. It looked like one of the Anime ones with the precious girls. I was n't quite into that. Dragon nut Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's headland darted leave behind and decent as we headed towards the booster gang. She chatted, her spokesperson making this soothing background noise. I paid only half attention of what she said, it was all just excited barks. Cute, but meaningless. Her head darted around, her middle wide. I swear her coxa were wiggling.

I grabbed a couple of booster ring off the stand, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a small rack of cosplay item. basic stuff. Some headbands for that ninja anime, a few shirts, and a duad of dog ears on a headband. The moment I saw them, the shudder raced through me. I seized the dog ears, not caring about the price, and placed them on my sister 's head. The floppy spike dangled down the position of her head, swaying as she moved. I could n't help oneself myself.

I rubbed the top of her principal, petting her.

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

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

She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She pressed that lithe body against me, my dick throbbing as she planted another kiss on my cheek. This prison term, I was certain I felt her tongue licking for a instant. Then she broke away, her dog ears swaying and flopping around. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. I smiled, her body brushing mine as I headed towards the cash register.

When we reached the replication, she darted to stand in good order beside me. She leaned her elbows on the glass display the hard currency register set on and said,"flavor what my brother 's buying me. Are n't they cute ?"

"Yeah, they are,"the fat, middle-aged guy working the immediate payment register 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 top dog another scratch.

She let out this bit was practically orgasmic. It made my dick throb hard.

I tossed the protagonist intersection on the counter before us."And these."

He nodded, ringing me up. My sister squirmed against me the full time as I paid. I had just sufficiency money. I got a mates of cents back in change and then we were off. She clung to me again, her head quivering, her floppy pinna bouncing. Her little wind twitched.

I clutched the booster packs in my hired man, 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 driver seat as she climbed in the other side.

"Here we go,"I said, holding up the first recall dose 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 brass like I expected, she brushed my backtalk. Her spit 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 terra firma, all the blood swelling my cock. I do n't call back ever being harder. My babe was just so cute.

I popped open the first clique, ignoring all the green and uncommons. I went straight for the last card where the rare or the mythic rare would be found.

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

I opened the second pack, the foil crinkling. Jane was perched on her knee now trembling as she watched. She had this face of hope in her eyes, her hands clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her little poke twitching.

"red cent,"I moaned, getting a dual Edwin Herbert Land in the 2d pack. It was n't a bad drag, but it was n't in the colors I was playing.

"Last one,"she said, her phonation strained."I just know it. This is the one, Eric."

The tingles raced around me. I groaned as I grabbed the tab on the backrest of the pack. I yanked, ripping the sealing gum apart and opening it. I slid the cards out of my hand, fanning through the rubbish green, giving the few uncommon a glimpse, and ...

My tenderness almost stopped. There it was. The mythic rare I needed. This bill sold for 87 dollars close time I looked online. My heart exalted.

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

I gave a wearisome nod. With upkeep, I set the card on my fascia, my consistence trembling.

Before I could do anything else, my sister squealed and threw her blazonry around my neck opening. Then her lip were kissing me everywhere. Her glossa was flicking out, licking across my fount. Her tongue darted around my boldness. My Chin. She lapped at my forehead.

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

And then she found my brim. I groaned as her spit thrust into my mouth. She licked around the interior, whimpering against me. My dick throbbed, demanding that same caress. I shuddered, my hand shooting down to the fly of my shorts. I popped the fastener. The zipper rasped. I pulled out my rooster as I groaned into the kiss with my sister.

I needed her to get laid me. I needed her to lick my stopcock. If she did, she would be such a skillful, slight sister.

As if sensing my need, Jane pulled away, her cheeks flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the sight of my dick. My little sister 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 big, piddling Sister if you did."

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

I groaned at the incestuous contact of her hand grabbing my severe gumshoe. I reclined back in my keister, not caring that people 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 good, piddling sis should.

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

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

She giggled."You like that ?"

I scratched her head between her capitulum. She shuddered and darted her forefront down again. She licked all the way across my turncock in one long, shuddering go. I groaned, my balls tensing at the pleasure. Such a beneficial, slight sister.

I kept scratching the top of her head, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the jacket crown of my dick. It was incredible. Her lingua was so agile. Then she licked at the shaft right beneath my tip, her manus pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous rush shooting through me. I glanced down her body, her rump clad in those plastered jeans, the denim casting to her precious butt. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What ?

My spirit pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her tongue across my dick. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my dick 's tip in her hot saliva. My ball tensed. They were filling up with a payload of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her nous. I shifted in my seat. She was such a good, footling ... sister. Yeah, she was a good, little 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 enjoy it. Her lingua 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 orchis. 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."nookie, Jane, you 're such a unspoilt little ... bitch."

Yeah, she was a good, fiddling bitch. My aphrodisiacal sister-bitch. I shuddered as her lip nuzzled against my egg. She sucked on one for a moment, her knife playing with it. pleasure shot up to the tip of my hawkshaw, my quill vellication 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 diaphysis. She dragged her clapper the entire way up. I felt her floppy ear brushing my tum. Her lips reached the tip. She nuzzled against it. Her spit licked and lapped at the scratch, 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 crest. My dick throbbed in her mouth."That 's it, that 's how you please me. shtup, you 're such a good sister-bitch."

Her hips wagged back and forth, her voice moaning around my prick.

I stared down at her she sucked on my pecker, her rim sealed around it. Her floppy ears swayed around her face as she bobbed her oral sex. Her knife never stopped licking me as she blew my dick. Incestuous delight surged through me as the insistence 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.

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

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

I could n't take much more of this. My manus tightened on her head, gripping her tomentum. She had such a silky pelage. I held squiffy, making for certain she kept sucking. The imperativeness 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. Blast after clap of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in pleasure. Her coxa wagged back and Forth. The car rocked on its shocks as I shuddered. My back pressed into the tooshie. My foot jammed on the brake. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.

Spurt after spurt of my jizz flooded her sassing. Each eructation sent pleasance slamming through my mind. It was intense. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every single eruption. And she gulped it all down. My orgasm 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 cock and sat up. She licked her lips, cleaning up a minuscule bit of my spunk that had escaped her mouth. Her gamy eye met mine, brimming with delight. I scratched between her ears. She shuddered.

"I did salutary ?"she asked.

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

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

I had to require precaution of her.

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

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

She bounced on her stifle in the behind, whining. Her excitement was enthusiastic.

I started my car and bucked out. She had her boldness pressed against the window. I rolled it down for her. I smiled as she thrust her head out. Her floppy disk dog ears flapped in the breeze. She looked like she was having so lots fun. My gumshoe throbbed, so sword lily I had my little sister-bitch to hire maintenance of.

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

When I could, I petted my hand down her spinal column, sliding from her bare shoulders, across her belly shirt, to her lower back. She really wiggled when I scratched her right above the girdle 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 large pet memory board 's parking lot. She thrust her head back inside the car, grinning at me. Her brown pilus was wind-tousled, her dog ears swaying. Her headband almost blended in with her haircloth 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 top dog, glad that she raced around the car and came up to my position. Some sister-bitches you 'd cause to go after all over. She was such a secure pup. I scratched her headspring, and she smiled in joy. She clung to my arm as we swept inside. I was so stir to buy her everything she needed.

The sliding ice threshold whisked undefended on our approach. The pet fund was arrayed before us. It brimmed with possibleness. So many of them. Jane 's head whipped around, her head of hair of long, brownish hair's-breadth sweeping about her shoulders. Her little tit jiggled in her miserly tit subway. Should a sister-bitch wear clothing ? I blinked at that idea, this tingle racing through my consistency. Well, of course, she needed clothes. She could n't go around naked.

Why not ? the quiver seemed to whisper.

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

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

"You 're such a wonderful brother,"she said."I love you so much."Her headland darted up so her tongue could figure out my cheek.

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

We walked down the aisles, looking for what we needed. We passed chew toy dog, pet nutrient, accessary for shuttlecock, Fish tanks, and then we got to the collars. I passed the ones for computerized tomography', 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 uncut, canvas-like material while others were made of still leather. A stalwart material. Long lasting. Some were stocky, but that did n't appear to fit my sister-bitch. She was a flyspeck thing.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid eyes on the specialise black pinch studded with shiny rivet, I knew it was perfect for her. I pulled it down, the heart-shaped tag swaying. The shiny metal 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 deliver your name on it so citizenry will know who you are."

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

Next, we headed to the leashes. I wanted something to keep her shut but had adequate length to let her play. I could n't let her get too far. I also was n't a fan of those collar that you could retract or work out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her collar. There was a blackamoor, leather leash. It was the Lapp dark finish. It was costly, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would spare no disbursal for her.

I snagged it, my sister nodding in approval. She darted ahead of me, her cute rump wiggling in those blind drunk jeans. I had to regain that add-on. It was the next affair I needed. I headed down the aisle, looking. Scanning. A sister-bitch needed a tail.

Two aisle over, I found the animal tails. They had bushy fox rear end, silken cattails, crooked monkey derriere, and even dog hindquarters. 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 material. They did n't look sturdy. None of them looked like they would be proper at all for my sister-bitch.

I frowned, picturing exactly what I needed. None had that strobile at the end. That jade that would hold it in office.

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

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

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

I felt that tingle rippling over my Sister while the salesgirl blinked her eyes. She shook her head, her sullen hair swaying about the blue angel polo she wore. Her eye went out of focus for a present moment."Oh, that 's terrific. And you need to get a tail for her, flop ?"

"Yeah, but you do n't have the right ones,"I said."Where are the I with the hype ? You know, that I can insert. I want something strong-arm so it will stay on her. None of these will work."

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

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

My sister-bitch gave me a befuddled look.

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

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

"Why, just nous to the backrest of the store and we take concern of you,"she said. She had such a favorable grin on her sassing. She reached out to pet Jane 's head.

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

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

"Yep,"I said, my hand sliding down to snap up my sister-bitch 's ass through her jeans."She 's such a delectation. I 'm really enjoying having her around."

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

My hawkshaw throb."Oh, yes, she definitely needs to incinerate off some energy."

The saleslady smiled and then headed off to assist another customer. I led my sister to the spine of the store. A middle-aged guy with loggerheaded glasses took the tag to autograph Jane on the front and in modest letter beneath,"Owned by her crony Eric."It took about ten minutes, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the touch.

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

"Let 's go ring it up,"I told her."Then you can jade it. I 'll take the air 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 girl went as fast as she could, but it was still slow going. Jane whined. She pressed up against me. I felt her small-scale knocker and severely tit rubbing into my side. She humped her pussycat against my leg, her jean rasp against my skin. She was so antsy. I squeezed her ass, holding her tight as she moaned. She definitely needed to go to the commons and work off some energy.

I needed to work off some energy, too. My dick throbbed.

Finally, we reached the cashier. As she rang us up, a unusual quiver rippled out of my babe. I blinked, shaking my headland, then realized that the leash and collar were in a bag and that the bank clerk 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 tingling soothed away any questions.

The consequence we were outside the store, I pulled out the collar. Jane swept back her tomentum and held it out of the way. Her diskette dog ears swayed about her face as I wrapped the shoe collar about her neck. I cinched it tight, the black leather contrasting with her pale peel. Her tag dangled down to the holler of her throat, the metal heart glinting. Her name shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of delectation, bouncing in seat, the tag flashing.

I pulled back on the tab on the tierce, opening its clasp. I snapped it around the pack of Jane 's collar. She trembled, her barker ears swaying about her face. She stared up at me with such joy in her eye as I gripped the three. She could n't get far away from me now. She let out a bark of joy, her font bursting with pleasure.

"I love it, roll in the hay it, I love it !"she yapped, bouncing before me. She threw her sleeve around my neck and licked and lapped at my face. I groaned, letting her bathe me. Passing client gave fond smiles.

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

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

My hammer was so hard.

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

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

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

Damn, I was so sword lily I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the passenger door. She climbed right up, sitting on her knees in the ass, her head darting around. The cordiform tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the hollow of her throat. I unlatched her leash and closed the room access. She immediately rolled down the windowpane and stuck her head out. She had such joy in her flushed cheeks, her blue eye shining.

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

I placed my hand on her croup as I drove through the parking lot. I squeezed her ass, feeling her butt-cheeks flex through the denim as she wiggled. She would face so beautiful with her buttocks. I could n't wait to buy it for her.

I had driven by the adult playhouse so many times. It had a sordid look about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a naked cleaning lady. All the windows were blacked out. The property promised to sell adult novelties. It promised such mischievous delights inside.

I got out of my car and headed around the car to Jane 's side. I opened her door and immediately snapped on the ternion. She bounded out of the car and fell to her knee 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 sorting of situation. I 'd always chickened out. Well, I needed my sister-bitch and the last affair she needed was inside here. I led her to the door, Jane heeling me. I opened it, revealing the seedy shop.

Naked white meat were everywhere. On DVD boxes. magazine publisher covers. Sex toy boxes. moan echoed through the store. Dirty television played on humble TVs in the nook. The gasp and groans rippled through the air. A shaggy-coated guy leaned over a rejoinder. He hardly glanced up from the magazine he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could state 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. pseudo pecker. Vibrators. Anal astragal. There were some strangely shape things.

And then I found it. They were compensate following to the butt plugs. I groaned at the view of the arse. There were a cat fag end 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 impudence against my calf again, rubbing against my hairy leg.

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

Maybe I would come in adjacent weekend to buy her some miniature to act with.

"Hey, delay !"the shaggy guy grunted."You have to ..."His tidings trailed off though. I glanced at him, his face going blank. Then he said,"Have a dear 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 piddling sis out. She let out a bark relief and darted towards the car. She gasped as the 3 pulled her up short. She turned around to depend at me, impatience painted across her face. I chuckled and hurried towards her.

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

She nodded. I opened the car room access, she scampered inside. When I unclipped her lead, she grabbed the hem of her belly shirt and pulled it up her body. She bared her lowly boob, tossing the garment onto the car seat. I smiled at the side of meat of her house, footling breast. Her nipple were hard.

I pinched one.

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

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

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

I raced to the park. I broke speeding law of nature to get us there. What should have taken ten minutes took three. I screeched to a arrest in the parking infinite, breathing in the fresh air. I climbed out of the car, running around to exempt Jane. I clicked on her deuce-ace before she could get away. She whimpered, looking at the heart-to-heart Gunter Wilhelm Grass. Her breasts quivered as she crouched beside the car.

"Eric !"she groaned.

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

"rightfulness,"she barked.

She stood up to kick off her place. Then she wiggled off the pink socks she wore. future were the jean. She unsnapped them, her hips wiggling from side to side as she worked off the tight material. She exposed a distich of idle blue panty. They were practically a G-string but widened into a trilateral at the top of her buns. I admired her ass, mostly visible thanks to the cloth vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the phrase on the back.

"Wild bitch."

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

I groaned when she shoved those panties down. She bent over, a igniter collection of brown hair adorning her Virgin pussy. She stepped out of her panties and tossed them into the car."I do n't postulate those any longer."

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

She sank down to her hired hand and knee on the grass, her arse arched up. She was ready for her tooshie. I knelt down beside her and brought the conical end of the butt-plug to her lips. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth wide. I pressed it passed her sass, letting her spit soaking it. She swirled her spit around it, whimpering. Her picayune tit quivered and jiggled.

"What a beautiful sister-bitch,"a charwoman 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 wonderful,"the woman said."You enjoy your day."

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

My dick throbbed as I brought the butt stopper to my babe 's asscheeks. I pressed the strobile between them, finding her sphincter. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic tomentum. I could smell the spicy aroma of Jane 's pussy. I breathed in the scent as I pushed the tail 's plug against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her arsehole widened and widened, swallowing more and more of the spit-lubed fag plug. She gasped, her head tossing, floppy ears dancing. Her asshole dilute wider. My dick ached as I watched it go away into her asshole.

It was seated in her all the way. Her doggy tail draped over the pass and dangled down between her thigh, hiding her pussy from survey. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her rosehip. Her nates wagged back and forth, her bitch flashing.

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

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

She scampered around, her tail swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my aspect, her tongue washup me. Our lips met and I kissed her. I thrust my tongue into my sister-bitch 's mouth. I gripped the leash groaning as I loved her. She was so industrious. So in need of her walk.

I broke the kiss 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 fag end swishing back and Forth River. She was finally sodding. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her accouterment. Her collar jangled with her every footfall. I sauntered after her, adjusting my cock in my jeans. I could n't avail but gaze at that wet ass, her doggy tail swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her pussy would peek out, that pink slit adorned by her curly-brown pubic hairsbreadth. Dew glistened on her silky chain, showing her excitement.

She held her headspring high, grinning and smiling and barking at everyone we passed. Her poke 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 tingling racing down the deuce-ace for my baby."You 're a favourable 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 in force young woman,"I said, scratching between her ears.

"Yes !"she moaned, her articulatio coxae wiggling.

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

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

"right wing !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, grass blades whisking against her workforce and genu. Her point darted to and fro. As I walked her, guy rope and missy would do up to pet her mind. Sometimes, she would cream their hands while other times she would cower close to me, especially if they were marvellous guys. She 'd crush against me and whimper. I scratched her point to reassure her. A moment later, she 'd blank out her fear and scramble on ahead, her tail swishing behind her.

She 'd snuff little prime peeking through the grass of the field. Her head would dart to and fro as some new vision arrested her attention. Sometimes she would rush forward only to get caught up scant by the trinity. other times, she crawled at my pace, just breathing in all the scents, her little knocker quivering. A beadwork of pussy succus ran down her right thigh.

Our course took us near a declamatory pine tree tree. 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 moan. I watched the icteric urine splashing against the trunk. It spilled on the woodwind instrument to the undercoat, soaking in it. My dick grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her urine menstruum. 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 crotch. She breathed in."Mmm, you smell so good. And your tool is so tough. Do you demand me to lick your cock again ?"

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

She nodded her head, her floppy ears twitching."Yes,"she moaned."You could sleep with my pussy. It 's all right. You 're my brother-owner. You 're the only one who can lie with 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 zip to be ashamed of."Open my fly, Jane."

"Yes,"she barked in delectation. Her downhearted eyes shone up at me, the freckles on her face twitching. Her fingers fumbled at my fastener. She opened up the fly of my boxers, the zipper rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My cock swelled the front of my boxers. My dick was so backbreaking. She pulled those down next, my hammer springing out, almost slapping her in the face.

The naughty sister-bitch licked the tip and then giggled."Yum, I love your precum. And your jizz."

"I bet you do,"I said, moving around behind her. I nodded at a passing duad. They just smiled and waved at me."Enjoy her,"the guy called."red cent, I wish I had a sister-bitch."

"I know,"the cleaning woman said."I bet she 'd bat my puss so well. skillful than you do."

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

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

I groaned at the silklike feel of her pubic tomentum caressing my tool. I was going to bang my first miss. My sister-bitch 's incestuous hurry guess through me as my hawkshaw 's tip nuzzle through her shrub and found the Virgin lips of her twat. She growled in delight, 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 maidenhead. I felt it stretching and stretching before my dick. I groaned, my heart pumping fast. The maven felt incredible. Her pussycat lips just wrapped around the first half-inch of my dick. The silk embraced me as her thin membrane stretched to its limit.

Her cherry popped.

She gasped.

I groaned as I sank into my sister-bitch 's incestuous snatch. She barked and growled and yelped in delight as I sank more and Thomas More of my tool into her twat. I groaned as her silken chassis engulfed me. I gripped her tail in one hired man, tugging on it just enough to finger the stooge hack. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

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

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the greatest notion in the world to be inside my sister-bitch 's pussy. To feel her cunt wrapped around my dick. I groaned, my hired man gripping her hip joint. Her rear end rubbed against my left side, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a mystifying breathing time, my T-shirt feeling so tight around my chest. Her snatch clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

"holy place fucking shit,"I panted. This was better than I could imagine. Then I could woolgather about. It was heaven.

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

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

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

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

Drawing back my hips was incredible. Her build gripped my cock. The arousal raced down to my balls. They were tense. full moon of cum. I wanted to sack into her. My turncock emerged, inch after inch soaked in her juices. Her spicy aroma filled my nozzle. A heavenly scent.

She barked in delight as I rammed back into her twat. I smacked into her rump, 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 slit rampart. My hand stroked her sides, petting her as I drove my dick back into her.

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

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

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

She threw a look over her shoulder, her diskette ears swaying. Her blue centre met mine, glossy with her passion. She whimpered and yelped as I drove my cock in and out of her. I hammered my sister-bitch 's incestuous depths. Her pussy 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 hands up her soundbox, caressing up her suave breadbasket until I felt the edge of her ribs. A moment later, I found her minuscule titty. Those budding hill. I knew they would swell up. Grow prominent and prominent. When she had her first nestling, they would fill with milk. They would get nice and round of golf. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her pussy. I plundered her twat and twisted her nipples.

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

I savored the tight grip and increased the friction of her pussy. I plunged with force into her as I manipulated those arduous nubs. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my fingers. How very much fun it was to play with them. It added to the joy of plunging into her bitch while also giving my mind something else to focus on.

Something to retain the eruption at bay for a niggling bit longer.

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

I tugged hard on her nipples, bringing a yipping bark from her. Her hair tossed, her pinna flopping about her font. Her tail 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 silky friction built in me. My glob tightened. I swung into her, smacking into her bush. I groaned, twisting her nipples, wanting this to final forever.

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

"What a lucky sister-bitch,"a cleaning lady 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 pussy grew hotter and hotter around my hawkshaw. It felt incredible. I groaned as I slammed into her. The tree rustled over us as she arched her back. Her little bosom jiggled in my massaging grip. Her pilus tossed.

Her pussy went dotty about my cock.

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

She was cumming. I could finger her warmth spasming around my shaft. This dumbfound ripple. Her flesh massaged me. I groaned, twisting her tit as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing snatch. Her joy rippled around me. I could n't pick out much Sir Thomas More of this. Her slit sucked at my dick.

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

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

I drew back, my orgasm soaring towards the moment of no return. I could feel it. My cum was about to erupt from my dick. Her flesh massaged me as I jammed back into her silky profoundness. I balls smack into her bush.

I erupted.

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

A herculean blast of jizz fired for my gumshoe, basting my sister-bitch 's pussy. delight surged through me. This tingling thrill of rapture that slammed into my judgment. Despite how bright it was, darkness washed across the world. sensation danced, celebrating my pleasure.

Her puss 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 drops of my cum.

"Eric, Eric, yes !"she whimpered. Her head lowered. The spasming of her snatch died as my hammer softened inside of her."Oh, that was wonderful. It was the salutary thing in the world. Did you know it !"

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

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

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

Jane turned around. Her dog collar jangled as she nuzzled down my dick. Her clapper licked up my cock. She cleaned off her pussy juices. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her tongue bathing my dick. I smiled as I started to mature heavily. I reached out and grabbed her tierce, holding it in a lazy grip.

"What a good, 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 pussycat cream.

As I lay there, savoring my sister cleaning her slit juices off my dick, I thought about the futurity. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be happy that I was taking tutelage of Jane, pleased with me that I had taken her in hand. She 'd be such a well sister-bitch. I just knew it. She would catch some Z's at the pes of my bed, wake me up with blowjobs, and just be a constant joy in my sprightliness.

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

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

For a moment, I wondered how it happened. A little thrill raced from my sister 's glossa and up through my hammer. It did n't matter how it happened. It just mattered that I had her.

My loving sister-bitch.

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The trope trembled. This pair of panties was so juicy. The figure loved it. The rush of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't wait to pass out its next span of step-in. To get them out there. The figure stroked the new one, a toothsome twain of step-in. They were egg white and decorate with kickshaw lace that ran in horizontal isthmus down the front and arse. In frail stitching, the two lyric flowed in gold, proud cursive : Top Queen.

The trope stroked the ruffled lace, loving it. This pair of panties would work such pleasure to its new owner. The figure had to dismiss it off.

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

The fog would lead to the staring pip for the future girl to see a pair of particular panties.

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