Megan's Mom

I waited till my parents finally left the house. My mom was adjusting my dad's tie and applying mascara and searching her pocketbook. I pretended to focus on my homework, I bent over my account book and record the duty assignment again while underlining some of the Good Book in my notebook. They were finally cook to go. My mom was telling me to be careful and to not do anything crazy.

I smiled innocently and said I was just going to watch some tv once I was done with my homework. Of course that was a lie. The moment I heard the car scratch line and drive away I jumped up from the board. I slammed my books close and went snooping into my dada situation. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical company. I had heard him spill about it with my mom, he was supposed to kick upstairs and deal this new drug, it was a regular downer like alprazolam or Prozac or something, but as a side issue the patient would become very malleable and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my don had said angrily, it's unethical, I don't want to sell that crap.

I didn't care about the ethics of it all. I was just blinded by the word ‘ psyche Control.'For months now I'd been fantasizing about Megan's mom. Megan was in my college cheerleader team and Megan's mom always picked us up. She washed our uniforms and sowed the fore back when they fell off. By accident I'd discovered she was into bdsm and kink, I saw it on her reckoner, and it got my mind running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and kink so badly.

I opened the shorts of my Fatherhood's desk and found an regalia of medication. I didn't know which one was which. There was a spray, a powder, a deglutition, a bunch of pills. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my pockets.

I got in the car and went over to Megan's planetary house. Her female parent opened the room access, she was wearing a colored pencil skirt with a silk blouse.

‘ William Le Baron Jenny ? What are you doing here ?'she asked in a warm and handle voice. ‘ Megan isn't habitation right field now.'

I suppressed the impulse to say that I already knew that. ‘ well maybe you can help me, miss Abberdeen,'I said innocently. ‘ I just postulate someone to blab to.'

She wrapped her arm around me and pulled me in. She smelled nice, a fresh flowery scent. ‘ O please dear, call me Tricia,'she said. ‘ What's wrong ?'

We went inside the house. She invited me to sit on the couch and offered to throw me some tea.

‘ I'll make it,'I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the water I looked through the medicine in my sack. I skimmed over the information leaflet and side effects, until I found the one I was looking for, although the spray could also be interesting to try out with later this evening.

I crushed the little lozenge under a spoon and mixed it in with her tea, then I put the cup in front of her.

‘ Thanks, for talking to me.'I said.

She insisted that it wasn't a problem at all, that she would gladly be there for me. She took a sip of tea. Watching her back talk pouting around the rim of the cup, seeing the gold colored tea slipping into her mouth, knowing that it would stool her a sedated malleable puppet, it made me horny. I felt my pussy throbbing and crossed my stage.

‘ spillage the beans,'she said. ‘ Tell me what's wrong, sweety.'

I made up a story about boys, an advise question. She listened carefully. I kept watching her boobs behind the silk blouse, they were just so business firm and daily round, the tit prodding through the white fabric. As we talked I saw her lid drooping a little bit, her speech communication got a little bit slurred and she couldn't seem to focalize.

Was this it ? Or would the drugs have an even larger effect if I waited some more ? I kept on talking, too unquiet, too shy to actually do something.

‘ I'm sorry, honey.'Tricia's eyes closed for a while and she grabbed her own head. ‘ I don't know what's wrong with me. I just feel so woozy all of a sudden. I can't seem to rivet. Maybe I need some water.'She tried to get up.

‘ I'll get it.'I said. ‘ You stay here.'I ran to the kitchen filled a field glass with water and a got another pill out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the little pill. This'll help.'

She stared at me as if she didn't understand. A blank tone on her face. ‘ Tricia.'I said to grab her tending. ‘ Here take this pill.'

Still with that Sami blank look on her cheek she picked the little whitened pill from my hand and put it in her mouth. ‘ I'm sorry, jenny ass,'she said. ‘ I just palpate so weird all of a sudden. I just don't know ... I don't ... I ...'She sank back into the couch.

I snuggled up adjacent to her and stroke her hair. ‘ That doesn't thing miss Abberdeen.'

‘ I just feel like … I don't know … I feel confused and fatigue, like I can't think, like I can't understand ... like ... what's going on ?'

‘ Well you gave me a lot of advise on male child, but actually I wanted to learn Thomas More about girls and women.'I let my paw wander over her nerve, tickling her neck then finally cupping one of her big breasts. It was slightly heavy, I squished my digit in it, bumping it up and down.

She watched. Confused. ‘ Feels nice,'she mumbled. ‘ But are you speculate to do that ?'

‘ Yes I am,'I said confidently.

She nodded.

‘ As a issue of fact. It makes you very very horny, you want me to affect you more than, you want to submit to my jot, submit to my wishes.'My pith was pounding in my throat. I didn't know if it would bring, but I certainly hoped so. My fingers were trembling, my pussy was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her nerve, but cypher happened.

Again I cupped her pinhead, her middle closed in pleasure, her lips parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her spine, pushing her boob into my fingers. So apparently my suggestions had worked indeed.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my hand under the silk, into her bra. Her skin was so soft, it dented beneath my fingers, I pushed my hired hand further until I found the nipple. Carefully I massaged the minuscule nodule. She was panting, her eyes closed, a mild moan every once in a patch.

‘ O William Le Baron Jenny,'she muttered.

‘ call me kept woman,'I said, ‘ I'm your mistress and your my slave.'

‘ Yes mistress,'she said willingly.

A fit of rousing flooded my eubstance. It would work. It was working already. Her nous was indeed as malleable as a art object of Henry Clay. Nervous tingles. I bent over and press out my mouth against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my tongue into her mouth. In between my legs my kitty was tingling uncontrollably. I rubbed myself against her.

‘ Now listen hard worker,'I said to her. ‘ I know about your secret, I know that you like to be tied down. I saw it on your calculator. You wouldn't want anyone to bump out would you ?'

‘ No, mistress,'she said.

‘ So maybe you should do as your told, maybe you should let yourself be trained to be my footling slave.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ So distinguish me, where do you observe your rophy ?'

She said she would taper it to me and I followed her to the bedroom. It was a nice big bed with red satin rag, that were very soft and slippery. She bent over and pulled out a box from under the bed it was filled with all sorting of toy. I picked up a long soft roofy and twisted it around my own arm.

‘ This'll do,'I said nodding. ‘ Undress yourself.'I climbed onto the bed and watched as she slipped her silk blouse off her shoulders, she unzipped the pencil doll and pushed it past her hips. She was beautiful, she had nice curvy hips and a soft tummy. In her underpants she stood in strawman of me. I ordered her to come closer and I slid my hand in between her ramification. I felt a dampness muggy spot in her panties.

‘ You're such a horny piffling slave,'I said. I felt her thighs clenching my digit, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, schoolma'am,'she said.

I grabbed the Mexican valium tighter. I had never done this for real. I had studied a million ‘ how to'TV's on the internet. I had practices on my own leg, but I've never actually tied somebody else. Still I wrapped the forget me drug around her torso, I remembered every single step. I tied up her boobs, so they were courteous and beat and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a knot over her clitoris that would campaign into her everytime she moved and then I ordered her to lay down on the bed and I secured her firmly until she was completely incapacitated and unable to go anywhere or do anything, she could only wriggle and squirm.

I looked down on her, her naked trunk, her soft cutis. She was getting hornier and ruttish, she seemed to rub her kitty-cat over the R-2 on determination. I caressed her and wondered if I could get to her cum.

‘ Now slave,'I said, ‘ You're getting so aroused, so incredibly horny, you're approaching orgasm quicker and quicker, it's building up more and more.'

Her eyes were closed, her breathing very shallow, she was all tensed up.

‘ Now cum for me slave,'I ordered.

Her body started rocking. She was moaning loudly, her back arching. I just looked at her eubstance in awe. I rubbed my fingers over my pussy. I just couldn't command myself any more. I undressed myself and laid down on top of her. My pussy rubbing against hers, against the knot that was there. I was rocking back and Forth River getting ruttish and hornier.

I pushed my fingers into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my brain. I had fingered myself a thousand times, I didn't want to feel myself, I wanted her to please me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my pussy was correct in her face. I sat down and held myself at the head plank. Everytime she breathed out I felt a balmy breeze whizzing past my pubis.

‘ Lick me,'I said. ‘ Stick out your tongue.'

She obeyed and a warm up wet agile glossa skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner thighs, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my clitoris. I was trembling with rousing. My hands squeezing into the head board. I could hardly keep in line myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just quivering and spasming every time the tip of her tongue bumped into my little clit. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing delight bursting through my eubstance. I was in Eden, for a moment there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the quietus of my life. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too deluge with pleasure and arousal. I just recollect laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. external respiration. Slowly breathing, while the lastly tail of my orgasm subsided.

‘ Are you alright, sweety,'she asked me.

‘ Yeah,'I mumbled. ‘ I'm perfect. Wow.'

‘ You are perfect'she said.

I pushed myself upwards, and looked into her face. Was she still drugged or had the drugs flushed through her system already ? I didn't know. It was making me scared. I contemplated giving her something more, maybe I could try out that spray that had also intrigued me. I searched for the short spray can.

‘ Now slave,'I told her, ‘ you will forget everything that has happened tonight, but in the time to come you'll inexplicably just require to obey me, want to serve me, want to be my slave. Knowing I'm your mistress, knowing you should do exactly as I tell you, just turns you on, doesn't it ?'

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ And you don't want anyone to get out about it, so maybe it should be our little secret.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the piddling spray bottle as I studied the entropy leaflet. I followed the operating instructions. I stretched my arm out in front of me, and sprayed a small huff into her case. A Sweet mist came out that landed over her intrude and mouth.

Her middle started rolling in her header. Her pupils dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her dead body was going limp already. I gave her another safe whiff. Now her eyes closed completely and her chief slumped to the side.

I untied her and removed all evidence that I had been there. Slowly I closed the door behind me and went place. Tomorrow at cheer practice I would ask her to add me some water, that would be a simple assignment to start with, to see if it would make her horny, to see if she was indeed my striver. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the early things I could make her do in the future, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just slip her more of those tab until she was addicted to me .