Mind-Control pantie

Story VIII : Hot & Naughty Bitch

By mypenname3000

copyright 2019

Note : Thanks to Alex for beta reading this !

The number entered a store it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the case of store it had never ventured into before. It was n't the sorting of place that young girlfriend shopped at. Nor was it even a place that people typically went to to find article of clothing. It was a gaming store.

The office tingled its signified. The air hummed with probability, chance, and stake. The possible action sent a bang through its venous blood vessel. If it had n't found this new high of mind control, it would be tempted to see what sort of mischief it could get up to in here.

None of the customer, almost entirely male, noticed its comportment as it ghosted between the shelves covered in fanciful product. Everything from role-playing game al-Qur'an to miniature war plot figures abounded. The ledge were stocked with all manner of dice and ruler and key and poster arm and a host of former items the figure had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its pot, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the number 's script was a special brace of panties. It was cut narrower than other ones it had dropped off, almost a thong save it spread into a triangular darn of material at the cover with enough room for two words to be written : angry cunt. Printed in scarlet letters, the phrase contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton blend.

With a motion picture, it tossed its origination onto a box of war game miniatures, the models on the natural covering all brandishing futuristic weapons.

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

Only its destined owner would.

With a final examination moan, the figure slipped away with nondescript ease through the fanboys browsing the product. It passed by guys excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a rare card out of a booster pack or at finding the last box of a set of miniature. As the figure stepped out, a young man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a fraudulence look on his young grimace. The nineteen-year-old boy was marvelous with a runners build. He looked athletic and more put together look than the common clientele that shopped here. He wore a tight tank top made of some futuristic textile that hugged his trunk and a pair of running short circuit. He had sunglass perched on his chief. He was on his college 's track and battlefield team, but he was also mortal who enjoyed playing collectible circuit board games.

There was a new set out for his ducky one.

He had a parody feeling because of who trailed after him. His little baby, Jane.

She had long, chocolate-brown hair, I lighter hue than her brother 's shortly curl. She stood slender, appearing almost like a romp. She wore a baggy t-shirt and lax jeans, a baseball cap perched on her head. Her blue center, the Saame shade as her older brother, flicked around while she gushed at all the wonderful vision. A grin spread on her lips, dimpling her freckled cheeks.

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

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

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

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

It would complete his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a pair of panties. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some 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 hired man, her eyes falling on the narrow down cartoon strip that widened into a triangle.

"Wild beef,"she whispered, this naughty rush shooting through her.

Without thought, she shoved the step-in into her denim. She whirled around and saw her brother on the other side of the stock. She darted past a display, eager to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her older brother.

If she could, she would surveil him everywhere.

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Eric Mitchels

It was around eleven in the morning when I was finally make to get up. It was a Sabbatum, so I was taking it easygoing. The conditions was great, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to head to the game store. I had another twenty I could spend on booster packs. Maybe this time I get the wag. I could n't afford to buy it, it was way too much on the secondary market. It would complete my deck. I wanted to be ready for next Friday night.

Deciding on heading to the game computer memory instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a pair of dungaree shorts. I snagged a tight jersey, pulling it over my fit form. I stood up, stretching. My stomach rumbled, so I figure I could get something to eat on the way. I wrenched unfold the door and came face-to-face with my little sister.

"Jane ?"I started to moan until I noticed how cute she looked. She had makeup on, giving her a more feminine facial expression. And there was this ellipses angry look in her drear eyes. I frowned, then blinked when I noticed what she was wearing.

She had on a tight pair of denim that hugged her flesh. The denim clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't have a great deal hips, she had some feminine bender to her eighteen-year-old body. Even stranger, I could see her stomach. She wore a belly shirt, a outskirt of pink running down beneath the fabric cupping her small breasts. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a band of violet textile wrapped around her torso. I shivered as this unusual tingle running through me. It rippled across my peel and ended at my cock. I started to chub up.

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

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

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

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

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

"Sure."

Joy burst to life-time in her eyes. She squealed and threw her arms around my neck. She bounced up and planted a kiss on my boldness. I could 've sworn I felt her tongue for a 2d 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 discover the light-blue bound of her panties peeking out of the low-riding dungaree she wore.

When did my little sister get hot ? Damn.

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

"Only one way to find out,"I said, my gumshoe at a to the full hard-on. I wanted to adjust myself, but I could n't in front of my little sister. Damn, she smelled thoroughly, too. Something like lilac in the air. This ornate olfactory property. perfume ? Jane was wearing perfume and war paint ?

What was going on ?

I felt that prickling racing through me the total way down the step. I could n't serve but notice her firm, piddling boob jiggling in her crocked top. They were blossoming into a delicious brace of boob. I was rock-hard. I wanted to direct back to my bedroom and stroke my cock while thinking about my little sister. This was insane. She felt so nice against my arm. She rubbed her cheek against my shoulder joint, 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 precious together. I 'm glad you 're spending some metre with your little sister. I know how a lot she loves hanging out with you."

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

Jane giggled in delight.

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

We headed outside. Jane broke away so we could get in my car. She hopped into the passenger behind of my Toyota Corolla. It was over a decennary old, but it ran. I slipped in and started it up. She was bouncing on her seat, her light-brown hair swaying about her expression. Her cheekbones were delicate, her backtalk ruby red. The eye shadow only enhanced the deep blue of her eyes. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her peril diaphragm and enticing cleavage. Even her shoulders were cunning.

hoot. I could get used to having a bug Sister who looked like this.

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

It was Sat, so the place was packed. There was some card tournament going on in the back, a bunch of player huddled around turn up table. They were n't playing my game. It looked like one of the Anime ones with the cunning girls. I was n't quite into that. Dragon Ball Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's oral sex darted left-hand and in good order as we headed towards the booster packs. She chatted, her representative making this soothing desktop racket. I paid only one-half care of what she said, it was all just excited barks. Cute, but meaningless. Her head teacher darted around, her eyes wide. I swear her pelvic arch were wiggling.

I grabbed a couple of lifter packs off the single-foot, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a little wheel of cosplay items. Basic material. Some headbands for that ninja Zanzibar copal, a few shirts, and a pair of dog ears on a headband. The moment I saw them, the tingle raced through me. I seized the dog capitulum, not caring about the price, and placed them on my sister 's head. The floppy ears dangled down the side of her promontory, swaying as she moved. I could n't help myself.

I rubbed the top of her chief, petting her.

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

"Yeah,"I said, loving the joy in her eye."They look precious on you."

She squealed and threw her branch around my cervix. She pressed that lithe torso against me, my dick throbbing as she planted another kiss on my face. This meter, I was sealed I felt her tongue licking for a moment. Then she broke away, her dog ears swaying and flopping around. She raced around me, giggling and squealing. I smiled, her body brushing mine as I headed towards the Johnny Cash register.

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

"Yeah, they are,"the fat, middle-aged guy working the immediate payment registry said. He had a scraggly shadow of a beard that ran down his jowls."They really fit you."

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

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

I tossed the relay transmitter production on the return before us."And these."

He nodded, ringing me up. My sister squirmed against me the full clip as I paid. I had just enough money. I got a couple of cents back in variety and then we were off. She clung to me again, her head shakiness, her floppy disk pinna bouncing. Her slight nose twitched.

I clutched the protagonist ingroup in my bridge player, feeling the cards inside. The transparency they were wrapped in scrunch up. We stepped outside into the sun, the forenoon warm. She broke away from me and darted to her side of my car. I slipped into the driver fanny as she climbed in the other side.

"Here we go,"I said, holding up the first base takeoff booster gang. I glanced at her."springiness me a kiss for luck."

"Yes,"she gasped.

She darted her head teacher towards me. Instead of planting a kiss on my cheek like I expected, she brushed my sassing. Her natural language 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 rip swelling my cock. I do n't call in ever being harder. My sister was just so cute.

I popped open the first face pack, ignoring all the commons and uncommons. I went straight for the last carte where the rare or the mythic rare would be found.

I sighed. A fizzle. A dud of a rare that I would n't even get a vaulting horse for.

I opened the second camp, the enhancer crinkling. Jane was perched on her human knee now trembling as she watched. She had this tone of hope in her eyes, her hands clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her picayune nose twitching.

"hoot,"I moaned, getting a twofold land in the endorse inner circle. It was n't a bad pull, but it was n't in the colouring material I was playing.

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

The tingle raced around me. I groaned as I grabbed the tab on the spinal column of the pack. I yanked, ripping the sealing glue apart and opening it. I slid the cards out of my helping hand, fanning through the trash commons, giving the few uncommon a glance, and ...

My nerve almost stopped. There it was. The mythologic rare I needed. This card sold for eighty-seven dollars last prison term I looked online. My nub exalted.

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

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

Before I could do anything else, my babe squealed and threw her arms around my cervix. Then her lips were kissing me everywhere. Her tongue was flicking out, licking across my face. Her tongue darted around my buttock. My Chin. She lapped at my forehead.

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

And then she found my lips. I groaned as her natural language push into my backtalk. She licked around the inside, whimpering against me. My dick throbbed, demanding that same caress. I shuddered, my deal shooting down to the fly of my shorts. I popped the holdfast. The zipper rasped. I pulled out my cock as I groaned into the kiss with my sister.

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

As if sensing my pauperism, Jane pulled away, her cheeks flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the good deal of my dick. My little sister shuddered, her small breasts jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a deep breathing spell and said,"Do you need me to ... ?"

I nodded."You 'd be a slap-up, little sister if you did."

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

I groaned at the incestuous inter-group communication of her handwriting grabbing my hard gumshoe. I reclined back in my bum, not caring that multitude were coming in and out of the shop. They walked by the car as my little baby leaned down. She was just doing what a beneficial, little sister should.

There was nothing wrong with that. Nothing I should be ashamed of.

"Yes,"I groaned as her lingua swiped over the squashy tip of my jacket. She gathered up the glob 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 tool in one long, shuddering go. I groaned, my balls tensing at the joy. Such a estimable, little sister.

I kept scratching the top of her question, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the crown of my cock. It was incredible. Her knife was so spry. Then she licked at the diaphysis right beneath my tip, her hand pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous spate shooting through me. I glanced down her dead body, her rear clad in those slopped jeans, the jean molding to her cunning hindquarters. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What ?

My kernel pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her clapper across my dick. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my dick 's tip in her hot saliva. My nut tensed. They were filling up with a load of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her straits. I shifted in my seat. She was such a estimable, little ... sister. Yeah, she was a honorable, piddling sister.

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

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

I closed my optic, 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 tongue flicked out, caressing them as her hand pumped up and down my saliva-soaked shaft.

"Goddamn, that 's soundly,"I groaned. I opened my oculus."nookie, Jane, you 're such a good little ... bitch."

Yeah, she was a dependable, petty bitch. My sexy sister-bitch. I shuddered as her mouth nuzzled against my lump. She sucked on one for a bit, her tongue playing with it. Pleasure shot up to the tip of my dick, my pecker twitch in her hold. Her hand pumped up and down my shaft. Her adhesive friction station pleasure flowing through me.

Then she was licking back up my peter. She dragged her tongue the entire way up. I felt her floppy disk pinna brushing my tum. Her sassing reached the tip. She nuzzled against it. Her glossa licked and lapped at the dent, gathering up my precum.

"Jane !"I groaned as my sexy sister-bitch swallowed the tip of my putz. She sucked on it, her natural language dancing around the peak. My dick throbbed in her mouth."That 's it, that 's how you delight me. Fuck, you 're such a estimable sister-bitch."

Her rose hip wagged back and Forth River, her vox moaning around my cock.

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

"Fuck, yes, Jane !"I groaned."dungeon sucking. Make for certain you swallow all. Good, little sister-bitch 's enjoy all their chum 's cream."

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

I could n't take much more of this. My hand tightened on her fountainhead, gripping her hair. She had such a silky coat. I held tight, making sure she kept sucking. The pressure rose and rose, my sister-bitch swirling her tongue around the tip.

That was it. I exploded.

My cum fired into my small sister-bitch 's back talk. Blast after blast of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in delight. Her hip wagged back and Forth. The car rocked on its shocks as I shuddered. My back pressed into the seat. My foundation jammed on the brakes. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.

Spurt after spirt of my jizz flooded her mouth. Each irruption sent delight slamming through my thinker. 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, piece of tail, Jane, you 're just the intimately sister-bitch there is."

I relaxed my grip. She popped her sassing off my cock and sat up. She licked her sassing, cleaning up a little bit of my spunk that had escaped her mouth. Her aristocratical eyes met mine, brimming with delight. I scratched between her pinna. She shuddered.

"I did good ?"she asked.

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

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

I had to read care of her.

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

She nodded her school principal, her heart glossy with inflammation."Yes !"she barked."We have to."

She bounced on her articulatio genus in the seat, whining. Her fervour was enthusiastic.

I started my car and bucked out. She had her brass pressed against the windowpane. I rolled it down for her. I smiled as she thrust her head out. Her floppy dog auricle flapped in the breeze. She looked like she was having so a good deal fun. My gumshoe throbbed, so gladiolus I had my little sister-bitch to take care of.

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

When I could, I petted my hand down her spikelet, sliding from her bare shoulder joint, across her belly shirt, to her lower dorsum. 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 fund 's parking lot. She thrust her head word back inside the car, grinning at me. Her brownish hair was wind-tousled, her dog ears swaying. Her headband almost blended in with her hair color, nearly vanishing in her flowing locks.

"departure 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, gladiola that she raced around the car and came up to my side. Some sister-bitches you 'd throw to tag all over. She was such a good puppy. I scratched her head, and she smiled in delight. She clung to my arm as we swept inside. I was so aroused to buy her everything she needed.

The sliding meth doors whisked open on our approach. The pet store was arrayed before us. It brimmed with possibilities. So many of them. Jane 's fountainhead whipped around, her mane of long, John Brown whisker sweeping about her shoulders. Her little bosom jiggled in her soused boob subway system. Should a sister-bitch wear clothing ? I blinked at that musical theme, this tingle racing through my dead body. Well, of course of instruction, she needed clothes. She could n't go around naked.

Why not ? the tingle seemed to whisper.

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

"You do n't postulate a shiny dog sports stadium,"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 bat my cheek.

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

We walked down the aisles, looking for what we needed. We passed chew toys, pet intellectual nourishment, add-on for birds, Fish tankful, and then we got to the collars. I passed the one for cats', 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 rough out, canvas-like material while others were made of smooth leather. A inflexible material. farsighted lasting. Some were duncical, but that did n't seem to fit my sister-bitch. She was a petite thing.

She needed something dainty.

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

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

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

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

Next, we headed to the leashes. I wanted something to keep on her close up but had enough distance to let her gambling. I could n't let her get too far. I also was n't a fan of those leashes that you could draw back or bring out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her collar. There was a black, leather leash. It was the like dark finish. It was pricier, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would spare no expenses for her.

I snagged it, my sister nodding in favourable reception. She darted ahead of me, her precious rump wiggling in those wet jeans. I had to regain that accessory. It was the side by side matter I needed. I headed down the gangway, looking. Scanning. A sister-bitch needed a tail.

Two aisles over, I found the animal tooshie. They had bushy fox rear, sleek cattails, crooked scamp prat, and even dog tails. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the eccentric that clipped onto the back of the pants or were held on by some sorting of adhesive material. 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 conoid at the end. That plug that would sustain it in place.

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

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

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

I felt that shiver rippling over my sis while the salesgirl blinked her eyes. She shook her head, her dark hairsbreadth swaying about the blue Polo she wore. Her eyes went out of focus for a second."Oh, that 's wonderful. And you need to get a tail for her, right ?"

"Yeah, but you do n't have the right wing single,"I said."Where are the unity with the chaw ? You know, that I can stick in. 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 sell those right here. You gon na involve to go to a more adult store."

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

My sister-bitch gave me a unconnected look.

"Yep,"the salesclerk said."I 'm sure you 'll determine 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 heading to the spinal column of the store and we take care of you,"she said. She had such a friendly smiling on her lips. She reached out to pet Jane 's head.

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

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

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

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

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

The salesgirl smiled and then headed off to help another customer. I led my babe to the back of the store. A middle-aged guy with thick shabu took the tag to scratch Jane on the front line and in minor letters beneath,"Owned by her crony Eric."It took about ten minute of arc, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the touch.

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

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

"Yes !"She barked.

Jane was antsy as we waited in lineage. There was a numeral of customer before us, and only one cashier working. The girl went as fast as she could, but it was still behind going. Jane whined. She pressed up against me. I felt her small white meat and heavy nipples rubbing into my position. She humped her pussy against my leg, her jean rasp against my pelt. She was so itchy. I squeezed her ass, holding her tight as she moaned. She definitely needed to go to the park and work off some energy.

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

Finally, we reached the cashier. As she rang us up, a unusual quiver rippled out of my sis. I blinked, shaking my head, then realized that the leash and apprehension were in a bag and that the cashier was smiling at me.

"Enjoy your day,"she said.

I nodded, vaguely wondering how very much it costs. I did n't accept any money on me. How did I ... ?

The tingles soothed away any questions.

The moment we were outside the fund, I pulled out the collar. Jane swept back her hair and held it out of the way. Her floppy disk dog spike swayed about her side as I wrapped the arrest about her neck. I cinched it tight, the Negro leather contrasting with her wan skin. Her tag dangled down to the hollow of her throat, the metallic heart glinting. Her public figure shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of delectation, bouncing in place, the tag flashing.

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

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

"She 's such a in force 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 stopcock was so hard.

"semen on,"I said, aching to do her rightfulness here."We need one Thomas More thing. Then we 're going to the park. You can give birth so very much fun."

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

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

hoot, I was so glad I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the rider door. She climbed right up, sitting on her knees in the fanny, her head darting around. The cordiform tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the hole of her throat. I unlatched her leash and closed the door. She immediately rolled down the window and stuck her fountainhead out. She had such joy in her reddened cheek, her blue optic 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 dungaree clung to it. The dungaree was in the way, hiding the truly scrumptious parts about her.

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

I had driven by the grownup Playhouse so many prison term. It had a sleazy face about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a naked woman. All the windows were blacked out. The place promised to sell adult novelties. It promised such wicked delights inside.

I got out of my car and headed around the car to Jane 's incline. I opened her door and immediately snapped on the III. She bounded out of the car and fell to her stifle 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 sort of home. I 'd always chickened out. Well, I needed my sister-bitch and the last thing she needed was inside here. I led her to the door, Jane heeling me. I opened it, revealing the seedy shop.

Naked breasts were everywhere. On DVD boxful. Magazine covers. Sex toy boxes. groan echoed through the store. Dirty videos played on small TVs in the corners. The gasp and groans rippled through the air. A shagged guy leaned over a counter. He hardly glanced up from the magazine publisher he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could distinguish she was uncomfortable. I led her through the store, my cheeks burning. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"red cent,"I muttered, glancing at some of the things. postiche shaft. Vibrators. Anal beading. There were some strangely shaped things.

And then I found it. They were right adjacent to the butt fire hydrant. I groaned at the sight of the tush. There were a cat tail and a furry dog hindquarters matching the floppy ears my babe wore. I snagged it up, smiling delight.

"This is what you need,"I said.

"Yes,"barked Jane. She pressed her cheek against my calf again, rubbing against my hirsute leg.

I tugged on the tierce to get her to keep on up with me as I strode away. I headed not towards the cashier, but back to the threshold. This tingle raced up the III. I had what I needed. I did n't need anything else, though there were some interesting affair ...

Maybe I would get along in side by side weekend to buy her some miniature to play with.

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

"You too,"I said and hurtle give the door.

day flooded around us. It almost was a physical bearing. I groaned as I let my picayune sister out. She let out a bark relief and darted towards the car. She gasped as the leash pulled her up short. She turned around to look at me, restlessness 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 leash, she grabbed the hem of her belly shirt and pulled it up her torso. She bared her small knocker, tossing the garment onto the car seat. I smiled at the incline of her house, trivial titties. Her nipples were hard.

I pinched one.

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

I petted her hair through the undetermined windowpane."You 'll get to finger that a lot,"I told her."Now, are set for the commons ?"

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

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

"Eric !"she groaned.

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

"Right,"she barked.

She stood up to kick off her shoe. Then she wiggled off the garden pink socks she wore. Next were the jean. She unsnapped them, her hips wiggling from English to side as she worked off the squiffy stuff. She exposed a pair of light blue panties. They were practically a flip-flop but widened into a Triangulum at the top of her prat. I admired her ass, mostly visible thanks to the cloth vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the idiom on the back.

"natural state bitch."

Not any longer. I 'd naturalise her. She was my near sister-bitch.

I groaned when she shoved those panties down. She bent over, a unaccented collection of Brown University fuzz adorning her virgin pussy. She stepped out of her pantie and tossed them into the car."I do n't take those any longer."

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

She sank down to her hands and knees on the Grass, her croupe arched up. She was ready for her rump. I knelt down beside her and brought the conelike end of the butt-plug to her sassing. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her rima oris full. I pressed it passed her lips, letting her saliva soakage it. She swirled her tongue around it, whimpering. Her little breasts quivered and jiggled.

"What a beautiful sister-bitch,"a woman complimented as she walked by, her dainty 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 conical end of the butt-plug from my sister-bitch 's lips.

My dick throbbed as I brought the butt plug to my sis 's asscheeks. I pressed the cone shape between them, finding her sphincter. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic haircloth. I could smell the spicy olfactory property of Jane 's pussy. I breathed in the scent as I pushed the tail 's hoopla against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her motherfucker widened and widened, swallowing Thomas More and more of the spit-lubed laughingstock chaw. She gasped, her foreland tossing, floppy pinna dancing. Her son of a bitch stretched wider. My cock ached as I watched it vanish into her asshole.

It was seated in her all the way. Her doggy tail draped over the crack and dangled down between her second joint, hiding her snatch from prospect. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her hips. Her posterior wagged back and Forth, her twat flashing.

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

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

She scampered around, her tail swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my face, her tongue washup me. Our backtalk met and I kissed her. I thrust my tongue into my sister-bitch 's backtalk. I gripped the lead groaning as I loved her. She was so energetic. So in demand of her walk.

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

"Yes !"she barked.

She crawled ahead of me, her new fundament swishing back and Forth River. She was finally staring. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her accessories. Her leash jangled with her every step. I sauntered after her, adjusting my cock in my jeans. I could n't help but stare at that tight ass, her doggy tail swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her slit would peek out, that pink slit adorned by her curly-brown pubic pilus. Dew glistened on her silklike strands, showing her excitement.

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

"What an obedient sister-bitch,"an old man said, a quiver racing down the leash for my babe."You 're a golden Whitney Moore Young Jr. man."

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

"Now she 's such a good 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."seed on, Jane, let 's keep going."

"right !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, sess blades whisking against her manpower and knees. Her chief darted to and fro. As I walked her, bozo and fille would come up to pet her head. Sometimes, she would lick their hands while other times she would crawl close to me, especially if they were tall guys. She 'd press against me and whimper. I scratched her head to reassure her. A mo later, she 'd forget her fear and scamper on ahead, her tail swishing behind her.

She 'd sniff little prime peeking through the grass of the field. Her head would dart to and fro as some new sight arrested her aid. Sometimes she would rush forward only to get caught up short by the leash. Other times, she crawled at my pace, just breathing in all the scents, her little titty quivering. A astragal of cunt juices ran down her right thigh.

Our path took us near a large 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 moan. I watched the yellow urine splashing against the body. It spilled on the wood to the ground, soaking in it. My dick grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her urine flow. She moaned and whimpered, this flavor of delight 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 right. And your peter is so hard. Do you postulate me to lick your cock again ?"

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

She nodded her nous, her diskette spike twitching."Yes,"she moaned."You could lie with my pussy. It 's all right. You 're my brother-owner. You 're the simply one who can fuck me."

I petted her."That 's right."

I was too ruttish to hold off to get dwelling. Why not here ? She was a sister-bitch. She had zippo to be ashamed of."open up my fly, Jane."

"Yes,"she barked in delight. Her blue eyes shone up at me, the freckles on her face twitching. Her fingers fumbled at my fastener. She opened up the fly of my trunks, the zip rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My putz swelled the front end of my boxer. My dick was so difficult. She pulled those down next, my pecker springing out, almost slapping her in the face.

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

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

"I know,"the woman said."I bet she 'd lick my slit so well. Better than you do."

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

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

I groaned at the silky feel of her pubic hairs caressing my cock. I was going to fuck my first girl. My sister-bitch 's incestuous rush shot through me as my putz 's tip nuzzle through her George Herbert Walker Bush and found the virgin lip of her pussy. She growled in delectation, her back arching as I rubbed my peter '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 kitty lips just wrapped around the first half-inch of my dick. The silk embraced me as her cut tissue layer stretched to its limit.

Her cherry red popped.

She gasped.

I groaned as I sank into my sister-bitch 's incestuous twat. She barked and growled and yelped in delectation as I sank more than and to a greater extent of my dick into her cunt. I groaned as her silky flesh engulfed me. I gripped her tail in one manus, tugging on it just enough to feel the backside ballyhoo. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

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

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the greatest feeling in the reality to be at heart my sister-bitch 's pussy. To finger her twat wrapped around my dick. I groaned, my bridge player gripping her articulatio coxae. Her tail rubbed against my left-hand incline, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a late breather, my tee shirt flavor so tight around my chest. Her twat clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

"holy fucking shit,"I panted. This was better than I could conceive of. Then I could dream about. It was heaven.

"Eric,"she moaned, her rose hip wiggling, stirring that amazing twat around my cock."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 displace. You feel so good to me, but it will find better if you pump away. I just know it. Please pump away. Please workplace that rooster 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 Eskimo dog. The dog gave a unity bark.

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

drawing back my hips was incredible. Her bod gripped my cock. The stimulation raced down to my glob. They were tense. Full of cum. I wanted to fire into her. My rooster emerged, column inch after inch soaked in her juice. Her spicy smell filled my nose. A heavenly scent.

She barked in joy as I rammed back into her pussy. I smacked into her prat, her tail shifting. It was pinned between us, the silky hairs brushing my cock as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spice to the delight of her kitty walls. My hand stroked her English, petting her as I drove my pecker back into her.

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

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

"Yes !"she groaned."Yes, yes, I 'm so well-chosen ! You feel so stick inside me, Eric !"

She threw a look over her shoulder, her floppy disk ears swaying. Her blue middle met mine, glossy with her mania. She whimpered and yelped as I drove my turncock 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 dick. I wanted this to hold out forever.

Knew it couldn't.

I slid my mitt up her body, caressing up her smooth stomach until I felt the edge of her costa. A moment later, I found her small white meat. Those budding pitcher. I knew they would swell. Grow larger and bombastic. When she had her first child, they would fill with milk. They would get nice and round. I gripped them, massaging them as I drilled into her pussy. I plundered her puss and twisted her nipples.

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

I savored the tight grip and increased the clash of her cunt. I plunged with force into her as I manipulated those difficult nubs. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my finger. How much fun it was to play with them. It added to the delight of plunging into her cunt while also giving my mind something else to focalize on.

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

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

I tugged hard on her pap, bringing a yipping bark from her. Her haircloth tossed, her ears flopping about her face. Her tail brushed me while her ass wiggled. She stirred her cunt around my prick, 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 detrition built in me. My lump tightened. I swung into her, smacking into her George Herbert Walker Bush. I groaned, twisting her nipples, wanting this to last forever.

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

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

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

Jane moaned. Whimpered. Her pussy grew hotter and hotter around my dick. It felt incredible. I groaned as I slammed into her. The tree diagram rustled over us as she arched her back. Her little chest jiggled in my massaging grip. Her hair tossed.

Her pussy went tempestuous about my cock.

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

She was cumming. I could experience her heat spasming around my putz. This amazing ripple. Her form massaged me. I groaned, twisting her teat as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing cunt. Her pleasure rippled around me. I could n't take up much more of this. Her twat sucked at my dick.

"Jane !"I growled, driving to the hilt in her."Such a good 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 tool. Her frame massaged me as I jammed back into her silky depths. I balls smack into her bush.

I erupted.

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

A powerful blast of jizz fired for my peter, basting my sister-bitch 's twat. delight surged through me. This tingling boot of rapture that slammed into my mind. Despite how hopeful it was, darkness washed across the human beings. Stars danced, celebrating my pleasure.

Her twat convulsed harder. She barked and howled louder. She milked me, drawing out spurt after spurt of my cum. I basted her slit. I flooded her. I groaned, dizzy from the go 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 drumhead lowered. The spasming of her pussy died as my cock softened inside of her."Oh, that was marvelous. It was the scoop thing in the world. Did you have it away it !"

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

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

I groaned, my turncock slipping out of her kitty-cat. I sank down on the gage and stretched out. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree rustled over me, the blue sky peeking through gaps in the leaf. I felt unbelievable. Amazing. I just wanted to lie here and pass out.

Jane turned around. Her dog collar jangled as she nuzzled down my rooster. Her tongue licked up my prick. She cleaned off her cunt juices. I shuddered, savoring the tactile property of her tongue bathing my dick. I smiled as I started to raise hard. I reached out and grabbed her leash, holding it in a lazy grip.

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

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

As I lay there, savoring my baby cleaning her puss juices off my hawkshaw, I thought about the futurity. I smiled. Mom and Dad would be felicitous 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 catch some Z's at the foot of my bed, wake me up with blowjobs, and just be a constant joy in my spirit.

Come Monday, I 'd take her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her bearing relaxing me as I endured my lesson. She did n't need to go to her own classes. She was a domesticise sister-bitch now. During my lunch break, I would overgorge myself in her cunt. I might even commit out her tail and enjoy her asshole. I bet she 'd bonk that.

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

For a minute, I wondered how it happened. A lilliputian thrill raced from my sister 's tongue and up through my hammer. It did n't count how it happened. It just mattered that I had her.

My loving sister-bitch.

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The figure trembled. This pair of panty was so gamey. The material body loved it. The bang of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't expect to go on out its next pair of scanty. To get them out there. The figure stroked the new one, a delicious brace of panty. They were white and adorned with goody lace that ran in horizontal lot down the battlefront and rump. In delicate stitching, the two words flowed in gold, lofty cursive : Top Queen.

The physique stroked the ruffled lace, loving it. This pair of panties would convey such delectation to its new owner. The shape had to drop it off.

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

The fog would lead to the pure point for the next girl to find a pair of special panties.

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