Mind-Control Panties

Story eighter from Decatur : Hot & Naughty Bitch

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

promissory note : Thanks to Alex for genus Beta reading this !

The figure entered a store it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the eccentric of shop it had never ventured into before. It was n't the sort of place that young girlfriend shopped at. Nor was it even a place that multitude typically went to to line up vesture. It was a gambling store.

The place tingled its weed. The air hummed with chance, opportunity, and wagers. The possibility sent a flush through its veins. If it had n't found this new senior high school of mind dominance, it would be tempted to see what sort of maleficence it could get up to in here.

None of the customers, almost entirely manly, noticed its mien as it ghosted between the ledge covered in fanciful merchandise. Everything from role-playing plot Word to miniature war game frame abounded. The shelves were stocked with all manner of die and rule and paints and card arm and a host of other particular the fig had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its sensation, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the chassis 's mitt was a special pair of scanty. It was cut narrow-minded than other ones it had dropped off, almost a thong save it spread into a triangular maculation of cloth at the spinal column with adequate room for two words to be written : unwarranted bitch. Printed in scarlet letter of the alphabet, the phrase contrasted with the pale blue polyester/cotton portmanteau.

With a movie, it tossed its creative activity onto a box of war game miniatures, the theoretical account on the cover all brandishing futuristic weapons.

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

Only its destined owner would.

With a final groan, the figure slipped away with characterless ease through the fanboys browsing the wares. It passed by guys excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a rarefied plug-in out of a booster inner circle or at finding the death box of a set of miniature. As the figure stepped out, a Whitney Moore Young Jr. man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a put-on look on his vernal face. The nineteen-year-old boy was improbable with a runners build. He looked athletic and more put together look than the common business that shopped here. He wore a tight armoured combat vehicle top made of some futurist fabric that hugged his torso and a pair of running boxers. He had sunglasses perched on his oral sex. He was on his college 's track and field team, but he was also someone who enjoyed playing collectible card games.

There was a new set out for his pet one.

He had a put-on look because of who trailed after him. His minuscule Sister, Jane.

She had long, brown hairsbreadth, I lighter hue than her Brother 's short curl. She stood slender, appearing almost like a tomboy. She wore a baggy t-shirt and loose jeans, a baseball cap perched on her head. Her blue eyes, the same shade as her older brother, flicked around while she gushed at all the wondrous slew. A smile spread on her lips, dimpling her lentiginous cheeks.

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

"Dungeons & flying lizard,"Eric said."RPG game."

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

He rolled his heart. His sister did n't look to notice that he grit his dentition. He shook his capitulum, hating that his parents forced him to view her for the afternoon. He was already heading towards the booster gang, eager to pull out a few of them and open up them. There was a mythological rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get lucky.

It would fill out his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a pair of panties. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some sorting of figures. 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 specialise strip that widened into a triangle.

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

Without persuasion, she shoved the panties into her jeans. She whirled around and saw her blood brother on the early position of the entrepot. She darted past a display, eager to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her older sidekick.

If she could, she would espouse him everywhere.

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Eric Mitchels

It was around eleven in the good morning when I was finally quick to get up. It was a Sat, so I was taking it easy. The weather was great, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to manoeuver to the game store. I had another twenty I could spend on booster pack. Maybe this clock time I get the card. I could n't give to buy it, it was way too much on the secondary market place. It would complete my deck. I wanted to be ready for side by side Friday night.

Deciding on heading to the game depot instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a pair of denim boxers. I snagged a closely T-shirt, pulling it over my fit form. I stood up, stretching. My venter rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched open the door and came face-to-face with my footling sister.

"Jane ?"I started to groan until I noticed how precious she looked. She had make-up on, giving her a more feminine smell. And there was this ellipses uncivilised look in her gamy middle. I frowned, then blinked when I noticed what she was wearing.

She had on a compressed pair of blue jean that hugged her flesh. The blue jean clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't have a good deal pelvic girdle, she had some feminine curve to her eighteen-year-old consistency. Even unknown, I could see her abdomen. She wore a belly shirt, a interference fringe of pink running down beneath the cloth cupping her small knocker. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a set of imperial material wrapped around her trunk. I shivered as this strange tingle running through me. It rippled across my skin and ended at my cock. I started to chub up.

Why was I getting hard at the sight of my picayune sister ?

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

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

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

Normally, I would say no, but all the stock was rushing to my dick. She was looking ... sexy. Her stomach was straight and toned, her tit, while small, had a nice shape to them. Her teat pressed hard, poking at the thin cloth.

"Sure."

Joy fit to animation in her eye. She squealed and threw her weapon around my neck. She bounced up and planted a kiss on my cheek. I could 've sworn I felt her tongue for a second like she licked me. Then she snuggled up against me, gripping my arm. She had this look of abject joy, this hazardous delight.

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

When did my little babe get hot ? Damn.

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

"Only one way to witness out,"I said, my dick at a replete hard-on. I wanted to adjust myself, but I could n't in front of my little baby. Damn, she smelled good, too. Something like lilac in the air. This flowery aroma. scent ? Jane was wearing perfume and makeup ?

What was going on ?

I felt that tingle racing through me the entire way down the steps. I could n't avail but discover her house, fiddling titties jiggling in her tight top. They were blossoming into a luscious pair of breast. I was rock-hard. I wanted to manoeuver back to my bedroom and stroke my cock while thinking about my slight sister. This was insane. She felt so prissy against my arm. She rubbed her brass against my shoulder, giggling in delight.

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

Our mother peeked in from the kitchen."Oh, do n't you two look cute together. I 'm happy you 're spending some time with your piffling sis. I know how much she loves hanging out with you."

"Yeah,"I said, trying not to ogle my sis 's budding pap in front line 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 seat of my Toyota Corolla. It was over a X old, but it ran. I slipped in and started it up. She was bouncing on her butt, her light-brown haircloth swaying about her face. Her cheekbones were ticklish, her lips deep red red. The eye shadow only enhanced the deep Amytal of her eyes. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her discover diaphragm and enticing cleavage. Even her shoulder joint were cute.

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

We reached the game store after about ten arcminute, Jane bursting out of the car and racing around to my side of meat before I could mount out. She took my arm the moment I got out, rubbing her cheek against my arm. I kinda liked it. There was something ... affectionate about it. The gesture reminded me of something, but I could n't quite put my fingerbreadth on it. It was in the back of my intellect, but I ignored it. I headed inside, the Vanessa Stephen tinkling as we entered.

It was Saturday, so the place was packed. There was some card tournament going on in the rear, a caboodle of instrumentalist huddled around folding mesa. They were n't playing my game. It looked like one of the gum anime ones 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 nous darted entrust and right as we headed towards the booster packs. She chatted, her part making this soothing setting noise. I paid only half aid of what she said, it was all just excited barque. Cute, but meaningless. Her head teacher darted around, her eyes wide. I swear her articulatio coxae were wiggling.

I grabbed a yoke of booster rocket packs off the rack, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a little wrack of cosplay items. Basic stuff. Some headbands for that ninja anime, a few shirts, and a pair of dog pinna on a headband. The instant I saw them, the shiver raced through me. I seized the dog spike, not caring about the Leontyne Price, and placed them on my baby 's head. The floppy disk ears dangled down the side of her headland, swaying as she moved. I could n't help myself.

I rubbed the top of her head, petting her.

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

"Yeah,"I said, loving the joy in her oculus."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 sentence, I was sealed I felt her lingua licking for a moment. Then she broke away, her dog pinna swaying and flopping around. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. I smiled, her consistency brushing mine as I headed towards the cash register.

When we reached the counter, she darted to stand correct beside me. She leaned her elbows on the meth display the hard currency registry set on and said,"Look what my brother 's buying me. Are n't they cute ?"

"Yeah, they are,"the fat, middle-aged guy working the cash register said. He had a scraggly shadow of a byssus that ran down his jowl."They really fit you."

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

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

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

He nodded, ringing me up. My baby squirmed against me the entire sentence as I paid. I had just enough money. I got a couple of cents back in alteration and then we were off. She clung to me again, her head trembling, her floppy ears bouncing. Her little nose twitched.

I clutched the booster packs in my mitt, feeling the cards inside. The hydrofoil they were wrapped in wavy. 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 booster pack. I glanced at her."give me a kiss for luck."

"Yes,"she gasped.

She darted her fountainhead towards me. Instead of planting a kiss on my cheek like I expected, she brushed my backtalk. Her glossa swiped out, licking across them and brushing the tip of my nozzle.

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

"Yeah,"I ground, all the blood swelling my cock. I do n't echo ever being harder. My sister was just so cute.

I popped open the first mob, ignoring all the commons and uncommons. I went straight for the death poster 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 pack, the hydrofoil crinkling. Jane was perched on her human knee now trembling as she watched. She had this look of Bob Hope in her eyes, her hired man clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her lilliputian wind twitching.

"Damn,"I moaned, getting a treble realm in the second base ring. It was n't a bad pull, but it was n't in the colors I was playing.

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

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

My heart almost stopped. There it was. The mythic rare I needed. This identity card sold for eighty-seven clam last time I looked online. My meat exalted.

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

I gave a sluggish nod. With forethought, I set the card on my dashboard, my body trembling.

Before I could do anything else, my Sister squealed and threw her arms around my neck. Then her backtalk were kissing me everywhere. Her spit was flicking out, licking across my face. Her knife darted around my cheeks. My chin. She lapped at my frontal bone.

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

And then she found my lips. I groaned as her tongue thrust into my mouth. She licked around the inside, whimpering against me. My putz throbbed, demanding that like caress. I shuddered, my hand shooting down to the fly of my shorts. I popped the holdfast. The zipper rasped. I pulled out my hammer as I groaned into the candy kiss with my sister.

I needed her to do it me. I needed her to lick my cock. If she did, she would be such a practiced, trivial sister.

As if sensing my need, Jane pulled away, her brass flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the sight of my dick. My lilliputian sister shuddered, her pocket-sized breasts jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a mystifying breath and said,"Do you need me to ... ?"

I nodded."You 'd be a not bad, petty sister if you did."

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

I groaned at the incestuous inter-group communication of her hand grabbing my hard tool. I reclined back in my prat, not caring that people were coming in and out of the fund. They walked by the car as my little sis leaned down. She was just doing what a honorable, little baby should.

There was nil incorrectly with that. Nothing I should be ashamed of.

"Yes,"I groaned as her natural language swiped over the spongelike tip of my crown. She gathered up the clod of precum.

She giggled."You like that ?"

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

I kept scratching the top of her head, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the crown of my hawkshaw. It was unbelievable. Her tongue was so agile. Then she licked at the shaft right beneath my tip, her hand pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous boot shooting through me. I glanced down her body, her rear clad in those tight blue jean, the dungaree casting to her cute butt. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What ?

My tenderness pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her tongue across my gumshoe. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my dick 's tip in her hot spit. My testis tensed. They were filling up with a load of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her head. I shifted in my backside. She was such a adept, little ... sister. Yeah, she was a good, little sister.

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

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

I closed my eyes, just letting myself enjoy it. Her tongue 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 clapper 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 center."Fuck, Jane, you 're such a thoroughly little ... bitch."

Yeah, she was a good, little gripe. My sexy sister-bitch. I shuddered as her lips nuzzled against my ballock. She sucked on one for a minute, her spit playing with it. Pleasure shot up to the tip of my tool, my shaft twitching in her grasp. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft. Her hold transmit pleasure flowing through me.

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

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

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

I stared down at her she sucked on my cock, her back talk sealed around it. Her diskette spike swayed around her face as she bobbed her head. Her tongue never stopped licking me as she blew my dick. Incestuous delight surged through me as the pressure built and built at the tip of my shaft. I shuddered as my little sister-bitch pleased me. She gave me what I craved. What I needed.

"Fuck, yes, Jane !"I groaned."support sucking. establish certain you swallow all. Good, piffling sister-bitch 's enjoy all their sidekick 's cream."

She moaned, a puppy-dog whine. She sucked with such aggressiveness. My putz 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 teacher, gripping her hair. She had such a silky coat. I held tight, making indisputable she kept sucking. The force per unit area rose and rose, my sister-bitch swirling her tongue around the tip.

That was it. I exploded.

My cum fired into my lilliputian sister-bitch 's mouth. Blast after blow 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 behind. My foot jammed on the brakes. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.

Spurt after spurt of my jizz flooded her mouthpiece. Each eruption sent pleasure slamming through my mind. It was intense. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every exclusive extravasation. And she gulped it all down. My orgasm peaked.

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

I relaxed my grip. She popped her mouth off my dick and sat up. She licked her back talk, cleaning up a little bit of my spunk that had escaped her mouth. Her blue eyes met mine, brimming with joy. I scratched between her ears. She shuddered.

"I did good ?"she asked.

"You 're the beneficial sister-bitch in the man,"I panted.

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

I had to take care of her.

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

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

She bounced on her knee in the seat, whining. Her excitement was enthusiastic.

I started my car and bucked out. She had her impudence pressed against the window. I rolled it down for her. I smiled as she thrust her foreland out. Her floppy dog ears flapped in the child's play. She looked like she was having so very much fun. My peter throbbed, so glad I had my little sister-bitch to lease guardianship of.

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

When I could, I petted my helping hand down her sticker, sliding from her bare shoulders, across her belly shirt, to her lowly 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 excitement as I pulled off the road into the large pet store 's parking lot. She thrust her straits back inside the car, grinning at me. Her Brown haircloth was wind-tousled, her dog ears swaying. Her headband almost blended in with her pilus colouring material, nearly vanishing in her flowing locks.

"Going to get you everything you need,"I told her."You excited ?"

"Yes !"she barked."So excited."

I parked, and she bounded out of the car before I could even step out. I shook my head, sword lily that she raced around the car and came up to my face. Some sister-bitches you 'd have to chase all over. She was such a effective puppy. I scratched her head, and she smiled in delight. She clung to my arm as we swept inside. I was so delirious to buy her everything she needed.

The sliding trash door whisked overt on our access. The pet memory was arrayed before us. It brimmed with possibilities. So many of them. Jane 's head whipped around, her mane of long, brown whisker sweeping about her shoulders. Her little breasts jiggled in her cockeyed dumbbell tubing. Should a sister-bitch wearable clothing ? I blinked at that idea, this shudder racing through my body. Well, of row, she needed clothes. She could n't go around naked.

Why not ? the chill seemed to whisper.

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

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

"You 're such a wonderful brother,"she said."I love you so much."Her mind 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 plaything, pet nutrient, accoutrement for skirt, Pisces armored combat vehicle, and then we got to the leash. I passed the ones for cat', heading for the bounder'. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my gaze flicking right hand and left. There were some that were made of rough, canvas-like material while others were made of unruffled leather. A sturdy fabric. Long lasting. Some were deep, but that did n't look to fit my sister-bitch. She was a petite thing.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid eyes on the specialise shameful neckband studded with shiny rivet, I knew it was perfective tense for her. I pulled it down, the heart-shaped tag swaying. The shiny metallic element glinted. I needed to have it engraved. I gripped the leather band, smiling.

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

"I have to pay for it,"I said."And it has to get engraved. I need to consume your epithet on it so people will have it away who you are."

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

Next, we headed to the leashes. I wanted something to stay fresh her close but had enough distance to let her play. I could n't let her get too far. I also was n't a fan of those tercet that you could retract or diddle out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her collar. There was a black, leather tierce. It was the same dark polish. It was pricier, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would dispense with no disbursal for her.

I snagged it, my sister nodding in approval. She darted ahead of me, her cute bottom wiggling in those fuddled jeans. I had to find that accessory. It was the adjacent thing I needed. I headed down the gangway, looking. Scanning. A sister-bitch needed a tail.

Two aisle over, I found the animal fag end. They had bushy fox posterior, silklike cattails, crooked scallywag tails, and even dog tail end. 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. They did n't await sturdy. None of them looked like they would be proper at all for my sister-bitch.

I frowned, picturing exactly what I needed. None had that cone at the end. That fire hydrant that would harbour it in berth.

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, look at the two of you. You look so cute with your dog ears."

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

I felt that tingle wavelet over my sister while the salesgirl blinked her eyes. She shook her head, her dark hair swaying about the blue polo she wore. Her eyes went out of focus for a moment."Oh, that 's grand. And you need to get a behind for her, right ?"

"Yeah, but you do n't have the right 1,"I said."Where are the ones with the plug ? You know, that I can insert. I want something strong-arm so it will stay put on her. None of these will work."

"Oh, I know what you 're talking about,"she said."We do n't trade those right here. You gon na need to go to a more pornographic 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 for sure 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 mind to the back of the store and we take care of you,"she said. She had such a well-disposed grin on her back talk. She reached out to pet Jane 's head.

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

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

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

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

My peter pounding."Oh, yes, she definitely needs to sting off some energy."

The saleslady smiled and then headed off to aid another customer. I led my sister to the back of the store. A middle-aged guy with thickset crank took the tag to recruit Jane on the front and in minuscule letters beneath,"Owned by her brother Eric."It took about ten minutes, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the ghost.

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

"Let 's go ring it up,"I told her."Then you can wear 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 customer before us, and only one teller workings. 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 breasts and gruelling nipples rubbing into my slope. She humped her pussy against my leg, her jean rasp against my skin. She was so itchy. I squeezed her ass, holding her tight as she moaned. She definitely needed to go to the parking lot and study off some energy.

I needed to work off some push, too. My pecker throbbed.

Finally, we reached the cashier. As she rang us up, a strange thrill rippled out of my sister. I blinked, shaking my head, then realized that the lead and neckband were in a bag and that the teller 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 shudder soothed away any questions.

The moment we were outside the storehouse, I pulled out the collar. Jane swept back her hair and held it out of the way. Her floppy disk dog capitulum swayed about her fount as I wrapped the arrest about her neck. I cinched it tight, the black leather contrasting with her blanch tegument. Her tag dangled down to the hole of her throat, the metallic pith glinting. Her name shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of delectation, bouncing in place, the tag flashing.

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

"I love it, love it, I love it !"she yapped, bouncing before me. She threw her arm 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 sound 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 thing. Then we 're going to the ballpark. You can feature so much fun."

"Yes !"she moaned and then fell down onto her men and knee joint like a estimable sister-bitch.

I smiled as I held the leash and strolled across the parking lot. She scampered with me, crawling on her hired man and knee joint, her floppy disk ear swaying about her impertinence. She did n't try to bolt away from me but stayed right beside me like a practiced sister-bitch.

Damn, I was so glad I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the passenger door. She climbed good up, sitting on her knees in the seat, her pass darting around. The heart-shaped tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the hollow of her throat. I unlatched her leash and closed the door. She immediately rolled down the windowpane and stuck her head out. She had such joy in her flushed cheeks, her gamy center shining.

I rushed around the car, climbed into the driver place, and started the engine. She whooped in pleasure as I backed out of the infinite, her ass shoved right at me. Her dungaree clung to it. The denim was in the way, hiding the truly delectable constituent about her.

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

I had driven by the Adult Playhouse so many times. It had a sleazy face about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a naked womanhood. All the windowpane were blacked out. The place promised to sell adult trinket. It promised such puckish 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 triad. She bounded out of the car and fell to her knee joint beside me. She rubbed her cheek into my calf.

I swallowed as I faced the store. Though I was nineteen, I 'd never ben in this sorting of billet. 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 doorway, Jane heeling me. I opened it, revealing the seedy shop.

Naked chest were everywhere. On DVD boxes. Magazine covers. Sex toy boxes. Moans echoed through the storage. Dirty video recording played on small TVs in the niche. The gasps and groans rippled through the air. A shaggy guy leaned over a retort. He hardly glanced up from the cartridge holder he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could secern she was uncomfortable. I led her through the store, my face burning. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"Damn,"I muttered, glancing at some of the things. Fake turncock. Vibrators. Anal astragal. There were some strangely shaped things.

And then I found it. They were veracious next to the derriere wad. I groaned at the sight of the tails. There were a cat tail and a furry dog tail matching the floppy disk spike my Sister wore. I snagged it up, smiling delight.

"This is what you need,"I said.

"Yes,"barked Jane. She pressed her impertinence against my calf again, rubbing against my hairy leg.

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

Maybe I would come up in next weekend to buy her some toy to spiel with.

"Hey, wait !"the bushy guy grunted."You have to ..."His words trailed off though. I glanced at him, his font going blank. Then he said,"Have a upright day."

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

day flooded around us. It almost was a physical presence. I groaned as I let my little sister out. She let out a bark relief and darted towards the car. She gasped as the triplet pulled her up short. She turned around to wait 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 door, she scampered inside. When I unclipped her tierce, she grabbed the hem of her belly shirt and pulled it up her eubstance. She bared her small titty, tossing the garment onto the car seat. I smiled at the side of her firm, footling titties. Her tit were hard.

I pinched one.

She giggled and growled. She nipped my deal 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 ready for the ballpark ?"

She nodded. Vigorously. Her puppy dog capitulum danced around her human face. God, she was cute.

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

"Eric !"she groaned.

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

"right hand,"she barked.

She stood up to complain off her shoes. Then she wiggled off the pink socks she wore. Next were the jeans. She unsnapped them, her hips wiggling from side to side as she worked off the mingy textile. She exposed a pair of illumine puritanical pantie. They were practically a G-string but widened into a trigon at the top of her rump. I admired her ass, mostly seeable thanks to the cloth vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the phrasal idiom on the back.

"Wild bitch."

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

I groaned when she shoved those step-in down. She bent over, a low-cal collection of chocolate-brown hair adorning her virgin pussycat. She stepped out of her panties and tossed them into the car."I do n't want those any longer."

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

She sank down to her hands and knees on the supergrass, her rump arched up. She was set for her tail. I knelt down beside her and brought the conelike end of the butt-plug to her brim. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth wide. I pressed it passed her lips, letting her saliva soak it. She swirled her tongue around it, whimpering. Her picayune breasts quivered and jiggled.

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

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

"That 's wonderful,"the cleaning lady 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 stopple to my sister 's asscheeks. I pressed the cone between them, finding her anatomical sphincter. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic hair. I could reek the spicy smell of Jane 's kitty. I breathed in the scent as I pushed the tail 's plug against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her cocksucker widened and widened, swallowing to a greater extent and more of the spit-lubed butt plug. She gasped, her school principal tossing, diskette ears dancing. Her asshole stretched wider. My dick ached as I watched it vanish into her asshole.

It was seated in her all the way. Her doggy rear end draped over the crack and dangled down between her second joint, hiding her pussycat from view. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her hips. Her tail wagged back and forth, her cunt flashing.

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

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

She scampered around, her fanny swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my side, her spit bathing 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 energetic. So in need of her walk.

I broke the candy 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 hindquarters swishing back and Forth. She was finally perfect. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her accoutrement. Her collar jangled with her every stone's throw. I sauntered after her, adjusting my pecker in my jeans. I could n't help but gaze at that tight ass, her doggy shadower 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 strands, showing her excitement.

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

"What an obedient sister-bitch,"an old man said, a tingle racing down the ternary for my sister."You 're a lucky Edward 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 well girl,"I said, scratching between her ears.

"Yes !"she moaned, her pelvic arch wiggling.

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

"It 's a treat,"I said."ejaculate on, Jane, let 's keep going."

"right hand !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, grass blades whisking against her work force and articulatio genus. Her head darted to and fro. As I walked her, hombre and girl would number up to pet her head. Sometimes, she would lick their work force while other times she would grovel close to me, especially if they were marvellous guys. She 'd insistence against me and whimper. I scratched her pass to reassure her. A moment later, she 'd forget her veneration and scramble on ahead, her tail swishing behind her.

She 'd sniff little flowers peeking through the grass of the domain. Her head would dart to and fro as some new vision arrested her attention. Sometimes she would race forward only to get caught up short by the leash. former times, she crawled at my pace, just breathing in all the scents, her footling breast quivering. A bead of pussycat juice ran down her rightfulness thigh.

Our path took us near a orotund pine 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 groaned. I watched the yellowish urine splashing against the trunk. It spilled on the Sir Henry Wood to the priming coat, soaking in it. My hawkshaw grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her pee flowing. She moaned and whimpered, this look of joy on her face.

"Ooh, Eric, I held it for so long,"she moaned."Thank you."

"Just looking out for my precious 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 hard. Do you need me to cream your cock again ?"

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

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

I petted her."That 's right."

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

"Yes,"she barked in joy. Her downcast eyes shone up at me, the freckles on her grimace twitching. Her fingerbreadth fumbled at my holdfast. She opened up the fly of my shorts, the zipper rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My cock swelled the strawman of my boxers. My prick was so intemperate. She pulled those down next, my peter springing out, almost slapping her in the face.

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

"I know,"the charwoman said."I bet she 'd lick my kitty-cat so well. Better than you do."

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

Smiling, I fell to my knee behind my sister. I grabbed her keister and pushed it out of the way. I stared at her kitty-cat. I could smack that spicy aroma. 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 make out my first girl. My sister-bitch 's incestuous boot blastoff through me as my shaft 's tip nuzzle through her George W. Bush and found the vestal backtalk of her twat. She growled in delight, her back arching as I rubbed my cock '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 sensation felt incredible. Her pussycat lips just wrapped around the initiatory half-inch of my dick. The silk embraced me as her thin tissue layer stretched to its limit.

Her cerise popped.

She gasped.

I groaned as I sank into my sister-bitch 's incestuous twat. She barked and growled and yelped in pleasure as I sank more and more of my cock into her cunt. I groaned as her satiny human body engulfed me. I gripped her tail in one hand, tugging on it just enough to finger the butt wad. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

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

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the large feeling in the mankind to be inwardly my sister-bitch 's slit. To feel her cunt wrapped around my dick. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips. Her derriere rubbed against my leftfield side, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a deep breath, 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 conceive of. Then I could dream about. It was heaven.

"Eric,"she moaned, her articulatio coxae wiggling, stirring that amazing fathead around my cock."Yes, yes, Eric !"

"You like that, huh ?"I groaned, wanting to move and yet enjoying the tactile property of her around me too a great deal to do so. I was pinned between two different actions.

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

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

"Yeah, she does,"I groaned."piece of tail !"

Drawing back my hip joint was incredible. Her material body gripped my cock. The stimulation raced down to my clump. They were tense. full phase of the moon of cum. I wanted to fire into her. My cock emerged, column inch after in soaked in her juices. Her spicy aroma filled my nose. A heavenly scent.

She barked in pleasure as I rammed back into her zany. I smacked into her can, her tail shift. It was pinned between us, the silky hairs brushing my cock as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spicery to the delight of her pussy walls. My hand stroked her sides, petting her as I drove my dick back into her.

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

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

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

She threw a look over her articulatio humeri, her diskette pinna swaying. Her gentle middle 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 snatch 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 body, caressing up her smooth stomach until I felt the bound of her ribs. A moment later, I found her small breasts. Those budding hillock. I knew they would well up. Grow larger and larger. When she had her first child, they would occupy with milk. They would become nice and rung. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her pussy. I plundered her cunt and twisted her nipples.

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

I savored the tight grip and increased the detrition of her pussy. I plunged with force into her as I manipulated those hard nubs. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my fingerbreadth. How a great deal fun it was to meet with them. It added to the pleasure of plunging into her pussy while also giving my brain something else to focus on.

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

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

I tugged hard on her nipple, bringing a yipping barque from her. Her tomentum tossed, her spike flopping about her human face. Her quarter brushed me while her ass wiggled. She stirred her cunt around my dick, massaging my cock.

Her hot, juicy twat gripped me. Massaged me. Every plunge swelled and swelled the ache at the tip of my cock. The slick rubbing built in me. My balls tightened. I swung into her, smacking into her bush. I groaned, twisting her teat, wanting this to last forever.

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

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

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

Jane moaned. Whimpered. Her twat grew hotter and hotter around my pecker. It felt incredible. I groaned as I slammed into her. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree rustled over us as she arched her back. Her piffling boob jiggled in my massaging grip. Her pilus tossed.

Her pussy went wild about my cock.

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

She was cumming. I could feel her love spasming around my dick. This astonishing ripple. Her flesh massaged me. I groaned, twisting her pap as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing pussy. Her pleasure rippled around me. I could n't take much more of this. Her cunt sucked at my dick.

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

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

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

I erupted.

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

A powerful bang of jizz fired for my dick, basting my sister-bitch 's pussy. pleasance surged through me. This tingling Benjamin Rush of rapture that slammed into my creative thinker. Despite how bright it was, duskiness washed across the world. wiz danced, celebrating my pleasure.

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

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

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

"piece of ass yes,"I panted."Jane, it was amazing. You 're incredible."

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

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

Jane turned around. Her leash jangled as she nuzzled down my prick. Her tongue licked up my dick. She cleaned off her pussycat juices. I shuddered, savoring the tone of her tongue bathing my dick. I smiled as I started to raise voiceless. I reached out and grabbed her leash, holding it in a work-shy grip.

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

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

As I lay there, savoring my sister cleaning her snatch juice off my prick, I thought about the future. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be happy that I was taking care of Jane, pleased with me that I had taken her in hand. She 'd be such a good sister-bitch. I just knew it. She would sleep at the foundation of my bed, wake me up with blowjob, and just be a unvarying joy in my life.

Come Monday, I 'd drive her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her presence relaxing me as I endured my deterrent example. She did n't need to go to her own division. She was a domesticize sister-bitch now. During my lunch fault, I would satiate myself in her pussy. I might even root for out her tail end and savor her motherfucker. I bet she 'd love that.

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

For a instant, I wondered how it happened. A niggling thrill raced from my sister 's tongue and up through my peter. It did n't matter how it happened. It just mattered that I had her.

My loving sister-bitch.

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The pattern trembled. This pair of panties was so naughty. The figure loved it. The surge of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't waitress to pass out its future pair of pantie. To get them out there. The figure stroked the new one, a delicious pair of panties. They were Caucasian and adorned with kickshaw lace that ran in horizontal dance orchestra down the front and hindquarters. In delicate stitching, the two word flowed in gold, majestic cursive : Top Queen.

The figure stroked the ruffled lace, loving it. This span of panties would convey such delight to its new proprietor. The figure had to leave out it off.

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

The fog would precede to the perfect spot for the side by side girlfriend to regain a pair of limited panties.

To be continued in the next fib of Mind-Controlling step-in ...