Megan's Mom

I waited money box my parents finally left the house. My mom was adjusting my dad's tie and applying mascara and searching her handbag. I pretended to center on my prep, I bent over my books and read the assignment again while underlining some of the words in my notebook. They were finally make 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 follow some tv once I was done with my prep. Of path that was a lie. The minute I heard the car first and labour away I jumped up from the table. I slammed my books close and went snooping into my dads office. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical companionship. I had heard him talk about it with my mom, he was supposed to advertise and sell this new drug, it was a habitue sedative like Xanax or fluoxetine or something, but as a side effect the patient would become very ductile and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my founder had said angrily, it's unethical, I don't want to trade that horseshit.

I didn't care about the moral principle of it all. I was just blinded by the Word ‘ brain Control.'For calendar month 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 obeisance back when they fell off. By accident I'd discovered she was into bdsm and kink, I saw it on her computer, and it got my mind running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and kink so badly.

I opened the drawers of my Father's desk and found an array of medication. I didn't know which one was which. There was a spray, a pulverisation, a drink, a bunch of pills. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my scoop.

I got in the car and went over to Megan's house. Her mother opened the door, she was wearing a colored pencil bird with a silk blouse.

‘ Jenny ? What are you doing here ?'she asked in a warm and caring vocalism. ‘ Megan isn't home right now.'

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

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

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

‘ I'll draw it,'I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the water I looked through the medications in my pocket. I skimmed over the information leaflets and side effects, until I found the one I was looking for, although the spraying could also be interesting to experiment with later this eve.

I crushed the slight oral contraceptive pill under a spoonful and miscellaneous it in with her tea, then I put the cup in front man 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 lips pouting around the rim of the cup, seeing the amber colored tea slipping into her mouth, knowing that it would nominate her a sedated pliable puppet, it made me horny. I felt my puss throbbing and crossed my legs.

‘ Spill the bean,'she said. ‘ William Tell me what's incorrectly, sweety.'

I made up a taradiddle about son, an advise inquiry. She listened carefully. I kept watching her boob behind the silk blouse, they were just so firm and round, the nipples prodding through the whiten fabric. As we talked I saw her palpebra drooping a short bit, her talking to got a little bit slurred and she couldn't seem to focus.

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

‘ I'm sorry, honey.'Tricia's middle closed for a while and she grabbed her own head. ‘ I don't know what's wrong with me. I just find so giddy all of a sudden. I can't seem to centre. 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 glass with water and a got another contraceptive pill out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the little anovulatory drug. This'll help.'

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

Still with that same blank looking on her face she picked the picayune White pill from my hand and put it in her mouth. ‘ I'm sorry, Jenny,'she said. ‘ I just feel so Wyrd all of a sudden. I just don't know ... I don't ... I ...'She sank back into the couch.

I snuggled up following to her and stroke her pilus. ‘ That doesn't subject miss Abberdeen.'

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

‘ fountainhead you gave me a lot of advise on boy, but actually I wanted to acquire Thomas More about daughter and women.'I let my hand wander over her impertinence, tickling her neck then finally cupping one of her big titty. It was slightly weighty, I squished my finger's breadth in it, bumping it up and down.

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

‘ Yes I am,'I said confidently.

She nodded.

‘ As a matter of fact. It makes you very very horny, you want me to touch you more, you want to submit to my spot, submit to my wishes.'My bosom was pounding in my throat. I didn't know if it would work, but I certainly hoped so. My finger were trembling, my pussy was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her face, but aught happened.

Again I cupped her boob, her middle closed in pleasure, her lips parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her back, 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 cutis was so easy, it dented beneath my digit, I pushed my hired hand further until I found the nipple. Carefully I massaged the little nodule. She was panting, her eyes closed, a easy moan every once in a while.

‘ O William Le Baron Jenny,'she muttered.

‘ call option me mistress,'I said, ‘ I'm your schoolmarm and your my slave.'

‘ Yes mistress,'she said willingly.

A burst of arousal flooded my consistence. It would work. It was working already. Her mind was indeed as tensile as a objet d'art of cadaver. aflutter tingling. I bent over and pressed my brim against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my tongue into her mouthpiece. In between my pegleg my kitty-cat was tingling uncontrollably. I rubbed myself against her.

‘ Now listen slave,'I said to her. ‘ I know about your unavowed, I know that you like to be tied down. I saw it on your computer. You wouldn't want anyone to rule 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 slight slave.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ So tell me, where do you keep your rope ?'

She said she would manoeuvre it to me and I followed her to the bedroom. It was a nice big bed with red satin sheets, that were very soft and slippery. She bent over and pulled out a box from under the bed it was filled with all form of toys. I picked up a retentive piano rope 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 articulatio humeri, she unzipped the pencil dame and pushed it past her hips. She was beautiful, she had dainty sonsy hips and a soft tum. In her underpants she stood in presence of me. I ordered her to fare confining and I slid my bridge player in between her legs. I felt a damp muggy spot in her step-in.

‘ You're such a horny little hard worker,'I said. I felt her thigh clenching my finger's breadth, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, mistress,'she said.

I grabbed the rope tighter. I had never done this for real. I had studied a million ‘ how to'video's on the internet. I had practices on my own leg, but I've never actually tied person else. Still I wrapped the rope around her body, I remembered every single step. I tied up her booby, so they were nice and round and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a knot over her clitoris that would labor 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 helpless and ineffectual to go anywhere or do anything, she could only squirm and worm.

I looked down on her, her naked body, her soft peel. She was getting hornier and corneous, she seemed to rub her pussy over the circle on use. I caressed her and wondered if I could make her cum.

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

Her eyes were closed, her breathing very shoal, 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 body in awe. I rubbed my digit over my puss. I just couldn't control myself any more. I undressed myself and laid down on top of her. My cunt rubbing against hers, against the air mile that was there. I was rocking back and forth getting hornier and hornier.

I pushed my fingers into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my mind. I had fingered myself a one thousand time, I didn't want to finger myself, I wanted her to please me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my pussy was decently in her font. I sat down and held myself at the head card. Everytime she breathed out I felt a soft air whizzing past my pubic bone.

‘ Lick me,'I said. ‘ control stick out your tongue.'

She obeyed and a warmly wet agile tongue skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner second joint, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my clitoris. I was trembling with arousal. My work force squeezing into the head control panel. I could hardly ascertain myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just quivering and spasming every time the tip of her glossa bumped into my little clitoris. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing pleasure bursting through my body. I was in Heaven, for a instant there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the rest of my life. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too sweep over with pleasure and foreplay. I just remember laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. Breathing. Slowly breathing, while the last tail of my orgasm subsided.

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

‘ Yeah,'I mumbled. ‘ I'm perfective tense. Wow.'

‘ You are gross'she said.

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

‘ Now slave,'I told her, ‘ you will forget everything that has happened tonight, but in the future you'll inexplicably just want to obey me, want to serve me, want to be my hard worker. Knowing I'm your schoolma'am, 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 retrieve out about it, so maybe it should be our footling secret.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the lilliputian nebulizer bottle as I studied the selective information leaflet. I followed the teaching. I stretched my arm out in front of me, and sprayed a petty huff into her face. A sweet mist came out that landed over her olfactory organ and mouthpiece.

Her heart started rolling in her head. Her student dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her body was going limp already. I gave her another good whiff. Now her middle closed completely and her read/write head 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 domicile. Tomorrow at cheer practice I would ask her to make for me some water, that would be a simple assignment to set off with, to see if it would stool her horny, to see if she was indeed my slave. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the other thing I could make her do in the futurity, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just drop away her to a greater extent of those pills until she was addicted to me .