Mind-Control Panties

Story Eight : Hot & Naughty Bitch

By mypenname3000

right of first publication 2019

promissory note : Thanks to Alex for beta recital this !

The digit entered a storehouse it had never been in. Or, to say, it was the eccentric of entrepot it had never ventured into before. It was n't the kind of seat that young girls shopped at. Nor was it even a place that people typically went to to find oneself wear. It was a gambling store.

The station tingled its senses. The air hummed with probability, fortune, and wager. The possible action sent a flush through its mineral vein. If it had n't found this new heights of mind ascendance, it would be tempted to see what sorting of mischief it could get up to in here.

None of the customers, almost entirely male, noticed its presence as it ghosted between the ledge covered in imaginary mathematical product. Everything from role-playing game books to miniature war game figures abounded. The shelves were stocked with all style of die and rulers and blusher and board sleeves and a host of other item the figure had never encountered before. It almost overwhelmed its sentiency, but it remembered its mission.

Clutched in the material body 's hired hand was a especial duo of panty. It was cut narrower than other ace it had dropped off, almost a G-string save it spread into a three-sided dapple of cloth at the back with adequate room for two words to be written : raving mad bitch. Printed in scarlet alphabetic character, the set phrase contrasted with the light-blue polyester/cotton blend.

With a motion-picture show, it tossed its creation onto a box of war game miniature, the model on the cover all brandishing futuristic weapons.

The step-in were out of stead. They should be noticed.

Only its destined owner would.

With a final moan, the figure slipped away with nondescript ease through the fanboys browsing the merchandise. It passed by guys excited at what they 'd discovered, exulting in pulling a rare batting order out of a booster multitude or at finding the live box of a set of toy. As the figure stepped out, a young man stepped in.

Eric Mitchels had a put-on smell on his young human face. The nineteen-year-old boy was tall with a stolon build. He looked athletic and more put together smell than the usual clientele that shopped here. He wore a besotted tank top made of some futuristic framework that hugged his torso and a pair of running shortstop. He had sunglasses perched on his head. He was on his college 's track and field of view team, but he was also somebody who enjoyed playing collectible card games.

There was a new set out for his favorite one.

He had a trick look because of who trailed after him. His little sis, Jane.

She had long, chocolate-brown fuzz, I lighter hue than her brother 's forgetful lock chamber. She stood slender, appearing almost like a tomboy. She wore a baggy tee shirt and loose denim, a baseball cap perched on her head. Her blue middle, the like shade as her older comrade, flicked around while she gushed at all the wonderful sights. A smiling facing pages on her lip, 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 middle. His babe did n't seem to acknowledge that he grit his teeth. He shook his head, hating that his parents forced him to look out her for the afternoon. He was already heading towards the booster gang, eagre to perpetrate out a few of them and open them. There was a mythologic rare he was hoping to snag. Maybe he 'd get lucky.

It would dispatch his deck.

Jane, however, was pointing at a pair of panties. They struck her as odd, perched over a box of some sort of fig. She drifted to the pair and snagged them up. She shuddered as the quiver rippled through her. She turned them in her hired man, her eyes falling on the constringe strip that widened into a triangle.

"Wild squawk,"she whispered, this naughty quiver shooting through her.

Without thought, she shoved the pantie into her blue jean. She whirled around and saw her brother on the early side of the store. She darted past a showing, eager to see what he was doing. She loved hanging out with her sometime comrade.

If she could, she would follow him everywhere.

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Eric Mitchels

It was around eleven in the morning when I was finally ready to get up. It was a Saturday, so I was taking it easy. The weather was bang-up, and while I thought I might go for a jog, I was itching to direct to the game store. I had another twenty I could pass on booster pack. Maybe this time I get the card. I could n't open 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 store instead of going for a jog, I stood up and pulled on a pair of jean drawers. I snagged a tight T-shirt, 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 open the door and came face-to-face with my trivial sister.

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

She had on a smashed couplet of dungaree that hugged her flesh. The denim clung to shapely thighs. While she did n't have practically hip, she had some feminine bender to her eighteen-year-old body. Even foreign, I could see her belly. She wore a belly shirt, a fringe of garden pink running down beneath the cloth cupping her small breasts. There was no way she was wearing a bra. Her top was strapless, a circle of empurple cloth wrapped around her trunk. I shivered as this strange tingle running through me. It rippled across my pelt and ended at my cock. I started to chub up.

Why was I getting hard at the mess of my little sister ?

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

"Yeah, to the secret plan store,"I said.

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

Normally, I would say no, but all the blood was rushing to my dick. She was looking ... sexy. Her abdomen was flat and chant, her boob, while belittled, had a nice shape to them. Her nipples pressed hard, poking at the flimsy cloth.

"Sure."

Joy burst to life in her eyes. She squealed and threw her blazonry around my cervix. 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 observe the light-blue edge of her pantie peeking out of the low-riding jeans she wore.

When did my picayune sister get hot ? Damn.

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

"Only one way to ascertain out,"I said, my pecker at a full erection. I wanted to adjust myself, but I could n't in front of my small sister. Damn, she smelled good, too. Something like lilac in the air. This flowery odour. aromatise ? Jane was wearing perfume and war paint ?

What was going on ?

I felt that prickling racing through me the stallion way down the stairs. I could n't avail but notice her firm, slight titties jiggling in her tight top. They were blossoming into a delicious pair of breasts. I was rock-hard. I wanted to direct back to my bedchamber and stroke my cock while thinking about my little babe. This was insane. She felt so overnice against my arm. She rubbed her cheek against my shoulder, giggling in delight.

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

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

"Yeah,"I said, trying not to ogle my sister 's budding titmouse in front 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 fundament of my Toyota Corolla. It was over a decade old, but it ran. I slipped in and started it up. She was bouncing on her can, her light-brown hair swaying about her face. Her cheekbones were delicate, her mouth ruby red. The eye shadow only enhanced the deeply blue of her eyes. I kept glancing at her as I drove, staring at her exposed midriff and enticing cleavage. Even her shoulder joint were precious.

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

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

It was Saturday, so the situation was packed. There was some card tourney going on in the rachis, a bunch of players huddled around folding tabular array. They were n't playing my game. It looked like one of the anime one with the cute girls. I was n't quite into that. Dragon orchis Z was about as far as I went down that path.

Jane 's head darted go away and good as we headed towards the booster packs. She chatted, her vocalization making this soothing background noise. I paid only half care of what she said, it was all just excited barks. Cute, but meaningless. Her head darted around, her centre extensive. I swear her hips were wiggling.

I grabbed a couple of takeoff rocket packs off the stand, and then I noticed something. Beside them was a little rack of cosplay item. basic stuff. Some headbands for that ninja anime, a few shirts, and a pair of dog pinna on a headband. The moment I saw them, the quiver raced through me. I seized the dog ears, not caring about the price, and placed them on my sister 's head. The diskette capitulum dangled down the side of her caput, 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 cunning on you."

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

When we reached the counter, she darted to stand ripe beside me. She leaned her elbows on the looking glass display the John Cash register set on and said,"tone what my brother 's buying me. Are n't they cute ?"

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

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

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

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

He nodded, ringing me up. My sister squirmed against me the stallion time as I paid. I had just adequate money. I got a couple of penny back in change and then we were off. She clung to me again, her principal shaking, her floppy ears bouncing. Her little scent twitched.

I clutched the protagonist face pack in my hand, feeling the wag inside. The transparency they were wrapped in crinkled. We stepped outside into the sun, the morning warm. She broke away from me and darted to her incline of my car. I slipped into the number one wood seat as she climbed in the early 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 straits towards me. Instead of planting a kiss on my cheek like I expected, she brushed my backtalk. Her tongue swiped out, licking across them and brushing the tip of my nose.

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

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

I popped open the world-class pack, ignoring all the commonality and uncommons. I went straight for the last add-in where the rare or the fabulous rare would be found.

I sighed. A female chest. A dud of a rare that I would n't even get a long horse for.

I opened the minute pack, the foil crinkling. Jane was perched on her genu now trembling as she watched. She had this look of Hope in her eyes, her bridge player clasped before her. She whimpered and whined, her little nose twitching.

"darn,"I moaned, getting a dual soil in the second base pack. It was n't a bad pull, but it was n't in the colors I was playing.

"stopping point one,"she said, her articulation strained."I just know it. This is the one, Eric."

The shiver raced around me. I groaned as I grabbed the tab on the back of the pack. I yanked, ripping the sealing mucilage apart and opening it. I slid the cards out of my hand, fanning through the trash park, giving the few uncommon a glimpse, and ...

My heart almost stopped. There it was. The mythic rare I needed. This notice sold for eighty-seven dollar sign finally clock time I looked online. My tenderness exalted.

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

I gave a easy nod. With care, 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 tongue was flicking out, licking across my human face. Her tongue darted around my impudence. My chin. She lapped at my forehead.

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

And then she found my lips. I groaned as her tongue thrust into my rima oris. She licked around the interior, whimpering against me. My tool throbbed, demanding that same caress. I shuddered, my hand shooting down to the fly of my shorts. I popped the fastener. The zip fastener rasped. I pulled out my peter as I groaned into the kiss with my sister.

I needed her to love me. I needed her to thrash my cock. If she did, she would be such a effective, niggling sister.

As if sensing my need, Jane pulled away, her impertinence flushed. She glanced down and gasped at the spate of my dick. My little sister shuddered, her modest bosom jiggling in her belly shirt. She drew in a deep breath and said,"Do you take me to ... ?"

I nodded."You 'd be a bully, little sister if you did."

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

I groaned at the incestuous contact of her helping hand grabbing my hard putz. I reclined back in my seat, not caring that masses were coming in and out of the memory board. They walked by the car as my small baby leaned down. She was just doing what a good, footling sister should.

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

"Yes,"I groaned as her clapper swiped over the spongy tip of my crown. She gathered up the lump 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 chunk tensing at the pleasure. Such a undecomposed, small sister.

I kept scratching the top of her head, petting her as she licked and lapped and bathed the crown of my putz. It was unbelievable. Her natural language was so spry. Then she licked at the shaft right beneath my tip, her hand pumping up and down it. I groaned at the incestuous rush shooting through me. I glanced down her body, her rump clad in those tight jeans, the denim moulding to her cute butt. She wiggled that ass. I groaned. She needed something there.

What ?

My heart pounded as she licked and lapped and fluttered her tongue across my putz. She lapped up my precum. She teased me, bathed my dick 's tip in her hot spit. My balls tensed. They were filling up with a load of cum. I groaned, continuing to pet her heading. I shifted in my stern. She was such a dear, petty ... sister. Yeah, she was a good, little sister.

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

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

I closed my eyes, just letting myself relish it. Her lingua was so hot it swept around the end of my cock. Then she did something wonderful. With a cute, growling purr, she darted her lips down and nuzzled into my clump. Her lingua flicked out, caressing them as her hand pumped up and down my saliva-soaked shaft.

"Goddamn, that 's good,"I groaned. I opened my eyes."Fuck, Jane, you 're such a good little ... bitch."

Yeah, she was a in effect, small gripe. My sexy sister-bitch. I shuddered as her lip nuzzled against my chunk. She sucked on one for a second, her tongue performing with it. joy shot up to the tip of my peter, my shaft twitching in her clutch. Her script pumped up and down my dick. Her adhesive friction beam joy flowing through me.

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

"Jane !"I groaned as my sexy sister-bitch swallowed the tip of my cock. She sucked on it, her tongue dancing around the crown. My putz throbbed in her mouth."That 's it, that 's how you please me. screwing, 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 lips sealed around it. Her diskette ears swayed around her face as she bobbed her capitulum. Her tongue never stopped licking me as she blew my dick. Incestuous pleasure surged through me as the press built and built at the tip of my stopcock. I shuddered as my little sister-bitch pleased me. She gave me what I craved. What I needed.

"Fuck, yes, Jane !"I groaned."Keep suction. Make for certain you swallow all. commodity, slight sister-bitch 's enjoy all their chum 's cream."

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

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

That was it. I exploded.

My cum fired into my little sister-bitch 's mouth. clap after clap of the jizz pumped into her. Jane gulped it down, whimpering in delight. Her hip joint wagged back and Forth River. The car rocked on its shocks as I shuddered. My back pressed into the hindquarters. My foot jammed on the brakes. I groaned, savoring the pleasure.

Spurt after squirt of my jizz flooded her sassing. Each eruption sent pleasure slamming through my mind. It was acute. Amazing. I reveled in it. I savored every one eruption. And she gulped it all down. My orgasm peaked.

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

I relaxed my traction. She popped her oral cavity off my cock and sat up. She licked her lips, cleaning up a little bit of my spunk that had escaped her oral fissure. Her dispirited eyes met mine, brimming with delight. I scratched between her spike. She shuddered.

"I did good ?"she asked.

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

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

I had to get hold of care of her.

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

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

She bounced on her knees in the backside, whining. Her inflammation was enthusiastic.

I started my car and bucked out. She had her boldness pressed against the window. I rolled it down for her. I smiled as she thrust her head out. Her floppy dog spike flapped in the breeze. She looked like she was having so much fun. My dick throbbed, so glad I had my little sister-bitch to take up care of.

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

When I could, I petted my manus down her spine, sliding from her bare articulatio humeri, across her belly shirt, to her lower cover. She really wiggled when I scratched her right above the waistband of her denim. She whimpered, her ass swaying.

She was missing something there.

She bounced with excitement as I pulled off the road into the bombastic pet stock 's parking lot. She thrust her head back inside the car, grinning at me. Her brown hairsbreadth was wind-tousled, her dog ears swaying. Her headband almost blended in with her hair color, nearly vanishing in her flowing locks.

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

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

I parked, and she bounded out of the car before I could even step out. I shook my top dog, gladiolus that she raced around the car and came up to my side. Some sister-bitches you 'd have to chase all over. She was such a ripe pup. I scratched her head, and she smiled in pleasure. She clung to my arm as we swept inside. I was so excited to buy her everything she needed.

The sliding glass threshold whisked heart-to-heart on our approach. The pet store was arrayed before us. It brimmed with possibilities. So many of them. Jane 's headland whipped around, her mane of long, brown tomentum sweeping about her shoulders. Her trivial breasts jiggled in her closely boob tube. Should a sister-bitch wearing clothing ? I blinked at that mind, this tingle racing through my eubstance. fountainhead, of course, she needed wearing apparel. She could n't go around naked.

Why not ? the tingle seemed to whisper.

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

"You do n't want a shiny dog bowling ball,"I said, tugging her away."cum on, I know exactly what you need."

"You 're such a wonderful brother,"she said."I love you so much."Her point 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 toy dog, pet food, accessories for birds, Fish armoured combat vehicle, and then we got to the collars. I passed the ones for cats', heading for the dogs'. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my gaze flicking justly and left. There were some that were made of rough, canvas-like stuff while others were made of smooth leather. A sturdy material. farseeing lasting. Some were thick, but that did n't appear to fit my sister-bitch. She was a midget thing.

She needed something dainty.

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

"Oh, Eric, it 's staring,"Jane said."Can I wear it ?"

"I have to pay for it,"I said."And it has to get engraved. I need to have your gens on it so masses will make out who you are."

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

Next, we headed to the trinity. I wanted something to hold her finis but had adequate distance to let her frolic. I could n't let her get too far. I also was n't a fan of those tether that you could retract or play out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her collar. There was a black, leather leash. It was the like dark cultivation. It was pricier, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would save no disbursal for her.

I snagged it, my sister nodding in approval. She darted ahead of me, her precious rear end wiggling in those tight denim. I had to happen that supplement. It was the next thing I needed. I headed down the aisle, looking. Scanning. A sister-bitch needed a tail.

Two gangway over, I found the brute tails. They had bushy fox tails, silky cattails, crooked scalawag tails, and even dog tails. 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 look sturdy. None of them looked like they would be proper at all for my sister-bitch.

I frowned, picturing exactly what I needed. None had that cone at the end. That plug that would hold it in place.

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

I spotted a computer memory doer and motioned her over. She marched up and smiled at us."Why, howdy ! Mmm, look at the two of you. You look so precious with your dog ears."

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

I felt that tingle riffle over my sister while the salesgirl blinked her eyes. She shook her head, her dark hair swaying about the blue Marco Polo she wore. Her eyes went out of focus for a moment."Oh, that 's wonderful. And you need to get a nates for her, correctly ?"

"Yeah, but you do n't possess the right ones,"I said."Where are the ones with the quid ? You know, that I can insert. I want something physical 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 deal those right here. You gon na need 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 flurry look.

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

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

"Why, just promontory to the back of the store and we take care of you,"she said. She had such a friendly grin on her lips. She reached out to pet Jane 's head.

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

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

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

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

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

The salesgirl smiled and then headed off to help another customer. I led my sister to the vertebral column of the store. A middle-aged guy with thick glasses took the tag to inscribe Jane on the front line and in belittled varsity letter beneath,"Owned by her brother Eric."It took about ten min, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the touch.

Jane gushed seeing her gens written in the flowing running hand."Oh, it 's so pretty,"she moaned."Please, please, can I break it ? I want to wear it right now !"

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

"Yes !"She barked.

Jane was antsy as we waited in crease. There was a number of customer before us, and only one cashier working. The lady friend went as fast as she could, but it was still dull going. Jane whined. She pressed up against me. I felt her small breasts and heavy nipples rubbing into my side. She humped her kitty against my leg, her denim rasping against my hide. She was so antsy. I squeezed her ass, holding her tight as she moaned. She definitely needed to go to the park and piece of work off some energy.

I needed to bring off some Energy, too. My putz throbbed.

Finally, we reached the teller. As she rang us up, a strange tingle rippled out of my baby. I blinked, shaking my head, then realized that the trine and collar 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 take any money on me. How did I ... ?

The tingles soothed away any questions.

The second we were outside the store, I pulled out the leash. Jane swept back her hair and held it out of the way. Her diskette dog ears swayed about her aspect as I wrapped the collar about her neck. I cinched it tight, the black leather contrasting with her blench skin. Her tag dangled down to the hollow of her throat, the metallic heart glinting. Her name shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of delectation, bouncing in blank space, the tag flashing.

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

"I love it, love it, I love it !"she yapped, bouncing before me. She threw her implements of war 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 trade good sister-bitch, is n't she ?"an old fair sex said, nodding in approval.

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

My rooster was so hard.

"Come on,"I said, aching to exert her right here."We need one Thomas More thing. Then we 're going to the Mungo Park. You can have so much fun."

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

I smiled as I held the leash and strolled across the parking lot. She scampered with me, crawling on her mitt and articulatio genus, her floppy pinna swaying about her cheeks. She did n't try to gobble away from me but stayed right beside me like a unspoilt sister-bitch.

tinker's dam, I was so glad I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the rider door. She climbed right up, sitting on her genu in the buttocks, her capitulum darting around. The heart-shaped 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 head out. She had such joy in her flushed cheeks, her blue eyes shining.

I rushed around the car, climbed into the device driver hind end, and started the engine. She whooped in delight as I backed out of the space, her ass shoved right at me. Her jeans clung to it. The jean was in the way, hiding the truly pleasant-tasting parts about her.

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

I had driven by the Adult Playhouse so many times. It had a sleazy look about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a naked fair sex. All the Windows were blacked out. The property promised to sell adult fallal. It promised such wicked delights inside.

I got out of my car and headed around the car to Jane 's side. I opened her doorway and immediately snapped on the leash. She bounded out of the car and fell to her knee joint beside me. She rubbed her boldness into my calf.

I swallowed as I faced the store. Though I was XIX, I 'd never ben in this sort of blank space. I 'd always chickened out. Well, I needed my sister-bitch and the hold out thing she needed was inside here. I led her to the door, Jane heeling me. I opened it, revealing the seedy shop.

Naked white meat were everywhere. On DVD boxes. mag covers. Sex toy boxes. groan echoed through the computer storage. Dirty telecasting played on small TVs in the corner. The gasps and groan rippled through the air. A shaggy guy leaned over a retort. He hardly glanced up from the magazine he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could tell she was uncomfortable. I led her through the fund, my nerve burning. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"Damn,"I muttered, glancing at some of the things. impostor shaft. Vibrators. Anal beads. There were some strangely work things.

And then I found it. They were right next to the posterior plugs. I groaned at the tidy sum of the buns. There were a cat tail and a furry dog fanny matching the floppy ears my baby 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 deuce-ace to get her to save up with me as I strode away. I headed not towards the cashier, but back to the door. This tingle raced up the leash. I had what I needed. I did n't need anything else, though there were some interesting things ...

Maybe I would come in next weekend to buy her some toys to take on with.

"Hey, waiting !"the shaggy guy grunted."You have to ..."His Scripture trailed off though. I glanced at him, his face going blank. Then he said,"Have a trade good day."

"You too,"I said and push spread out the door.

Daylight flooded around us. It almost was a strong-arm presence. I groaned as I let my little sister out. She let out a bark assuagement and darted towards the car. She gasped as the tether pulled her up brusk. 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 troika, she grabbed the hem of her belly shirt and pulled it up her physical structure. She bared her small knocker, tossing the garment onto the car posterior. I smiled at the side of her business firm, little titties. Her nipple were hard.

I pinched one.

She giggled and growled. She nipped my handwriting 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 park ?"

She nodded. Vigorously. Her puppy dog ear danced around her fount. God, she was cute.

I raced to the park. I broke speeding jurisprudence to get us there. What should take taken ten minutes took three. I screeched to a stop in the parking space, breathing in the sweet 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 open grass. Her breast quivered as she crouched beside the car.

"Eric !"she groaned.

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

"rightfulness,"she barked.

She stood up to kick off her skid. Then she wiggled off the pink socks she wore. Next were the jeans. She unsnapped them, her hips wiggling from incline to side as she worked off the taut material. She exposed a pair of brightness blue panties. They were practically a G-string but widened into a trigon at the top of her hind end. I admired her ass, mostly seeable thanks to the cloth vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the musical phrase on the back.

"natural state bitch."

Not any longer. I 'd chasten her. She was my practiced sister-bitch.

I groaned when she shoved those step-in down. She bent over, a light aggregation of brown hair adorning her Virgo the Virgin cunt. She stepped out of her pantie and tossed them into the car."I do n't call for those any longer."

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

She sank down to her mitt and human knee on the gage, her rump arched up. She was gear up for her hind end. I knelt down beside her and brought the cone-shaped end of the butt-plug to her lips. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth wide. I pressed it passed her sassing, letting her saliva soak it. She swirled her knife around it, whimpering. Her little breasts quivered and jiggled.

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

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

"That 's marvelous,"the womanhood 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 seat chew to my babe 's asscheeks. I pressed the cone between them, finding her sphincter. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic hair. I could reek the spicy odor of Jane 's pussy. I breathed in the perfume as I pushed the tail 's plug against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her asshole widened and widened, swallowing More and more of the spit-lubed buns fire hydrant. She gasped, her head tossing, floppy ear dancing. Her dickhead stretch wider. My dick ached as I watched it vanish into her asshole.

It was seated in her all the way. Her doggy backside draped over the wisecrack and dangled down between her thighs, hiding her puss from scene. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her hips. Her stern wagged back and forth, her cunt flashing.

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

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

She scampered around, her tail swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my facial expression, her tongue bathing me. Our brim met and I kissed her. I thrust my spit into my sister-bitch 's mouth. I gripped the leash groaning as I loved her. She was so energetic. So in indigence of her walk.

I broke the kiss 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 tail swishing back and forth. She was finally perfect. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her accessories. Her collar jangled with her every footstep. I sauntered after her, adjusting my cock in my jeans. I could n't help but stare at that tight ass, her doggy rump swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her pussy would glance out, that pink slit adorned by her curly-brown pubic haircloth. Dew glistened on her silky strands, showing her excitement.

She held her head gamey, grinning and smiling and barking at everyone we passed. Her pry twitched as she breathed. Her ass wiggled, butt-cheeks flexing. hoi polloi smiled at us, nodding. I received such a wonderful compliment.

"What an obedient sister-bitch,"an old man said, a tingle racing down the leash 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 good girl,"I said, scratching between her ears.

"Yes !"she moaned, her hip wiggling.

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

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

"rightfulness !"she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, pasturage blades whisking against her hands and articulatio genus. Her foreland darted to and fro. As I walked her, guys and girls would come up up to pet her straits. Sometimes, she would lick their hand while other times she would cower close to me, especially if they were marvelous guys. She 'd press against me and whimper. I scratched her caput to reassure her. A mo later, she 'd block her reverence and scamper on ahead, her tail swishing behind her.

She 'd whiff petty flower peeking through the supergrass of the playing field. Her heading would dart to and fro as some new sight arrested her attention. Sometimes she would pelt along forward only to get caught up abruptly by the tierce. Other times, she crawled at my stride, just breathing in all the scents, her little bosom quivering. A bead of kitty-cat juice 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 awry ?"

"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 xanthous urine splashing against the tree trunk. It spilled on the woods to the priming, soaking in it. My dick grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her urine flow. She moaned and whimpered, this look of delight on her face.

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

"Just looking out for my cute sister-bitch,"I said, scratching her head.

She nuzzled her face in my private parts. She breathed in."Mmm, you smell so goodness. And your dick is so hard. Do you want me to solve your putz again ?"

"I need something a bit to a greater extent than that,"I said."You 're going to be a dependable, short sister-bitch, right ?"

She nodded her top dog, her floppy spike twitching."Yes,"she moaned."You could get it on my pussy. It 's all right. You 're my brother-owner. You 're the lonesome one who can lie with me."

I petted her."That 's right."

I was too hornlike to wait to get house. Why not here ? She was a sister-bitch. She had aught to be ashamed of."undecided my fly, Jane."

"Yes,"she barked in delight. Her blue sky heart shone up at me, the lentigo on her font twitching. Her fingers fumbled at my fastener. She opened up the fly of my shorts, the zipper rasped. She tugged them down, whimpering. My rooster swelled the front of my boxers. My peter was so laborious. She pulled those down next, my pecker springing out, almost slapping her in the face.

The risque 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 overhaul couple. 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 kitty-cat so well. bettor than you do."

The guy chuckled like he agreed.

grinning, I fell to my stifle behind my Sister. I grabbed her rear and pushed it out of the way. I stared at her pussy. I could smell that spicy fragrancy. She needed this so bad. She whimpered, wiggling her ass. I grabbed my shaft and lined it up.

I groaned at the silky feeling of her pubic hair caressing my cock. I was going to fuck my first-class honours degree miss. My sister-bitch 's incestuous rush crack through me as my dick 's tip nuzzle through her bush and found the vestal lip of her pussy. She growled in delectation, her back arching as I rubbed my dick 's tip up and down her slit.

I found her hymen.

"Eric !"she said as I pressed against her virginity."Yes, yes, I 'm yours. Use me !"

I pressed against her hymen. I felt it stretching and stretching before my cock. I groaned, my heart pumping fast. The star felt unbelievable. Her cunt rim just wrapped around the first half-inch of my peter. The silk embraced me as her flimsy tissue layer stretched to its limit.

Her cherry popped.

She gasped.

I groaned as I sank into my sister-bitch 's incestuous jackass. She barked and growled and yelped in delight as I sank Sir Thomas More and more of my putz into her puss. I groaned as her silky human body engulfed me. I gripped her empennage in one handwriting, tugging on it just enough to feel the butt spark plug. I went deeper into her. Sinking to the hilt in her.

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

"Eric !"she barked in delight.

It was the greatest flavor in the humanity to be inside my sister-bitch 's slit. To feel her cunt wrapped around my dick. I groaned, my hands gripping her hips. Her tail rubbed against my left side, the fur tickling my hip. I sucked in a late breath, my t-shirt feeling so close around my bureau. Her pussy clenched down on me. Squeezed around me.

"holy fucking squat,"I panted. This was better than I could think. Then I could dream about. It was heaven.

"Eric,"she moaned, her hips wiggling, stirring that amazing pussy 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 lots to do so. I was pinned between two different actions.

"I do !"she barked."Oh, Eric, you have to move. You feel so good 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 well-disposed guy said, nodding at me. He walked his Eskimo dog. The dog gave a single bark.

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

Drawing back my hip was incredible. Her flesh gripped my cock. The stimulation raced down to my balls. They were tense. Full of cum. I wanted to fire into her. My cock emerged, column inch after inch soaked in her succus. Her spicy smell filled my olfactory organ. A heavenly scent.

She barked in delight as I rammed back into her jackass. I smacked into her rump, her tail shift. It was pinned between us, the silklike hairs brushing my stopcock as I thrust away. It tickled me, adding this spice to the delectation of her pussy walls. My hand stroked her sides, petting her as I drove my dick back into her.

My balls smacked into her button. I groaned at the feel of her cunt gripping me. My crackpot 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 happy ! You feel so amazing inside me, Eric !"

She threw a look over her shoulder joint, her floppy ears swaying. Her blue eyes met mine, glossy with her cacoethes. She whimpered and yelped as I drove my cock in and out of her. I hammered my sister-bitch 's incestuous profoundness. Her pussy gripped me. I shuddered, the aching growing and growing at the tip of my peter. I wanted this to last forever.

Knew it couldn't.

I slid my work force up her body, caressing up her liquid venter until I felt the edge of her ribs. A moment later, I found her lowly breasts. Those budding hillock. I knew they would swell. Grow gravid and turgid. When she had her first child, they would fill with Milk River. They would become decent 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 puss squeezing down on my dick."You 're amazing ! The topper brother-owner !"

I savored the tight grip and increased the friction of her cunt. I plunged with power into her as I manipulated those hard heart. I twisted them. Pulled on them. I loved how they felt between my fingers. How much fun it was to play with them. It added to the delight of plunging into her cunt while also giving my idea something else to focus on.

Something to keep the eruption at bay for a petty bit longer.

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

I tugged hard on her nipples, bringing a yipping bark from her. Her hair's-breadth tossed, her ears flopping about her face. Her tail end brushed me while her ass wiggled. She stirred her cunt around my dick, massaging my cock.

Her hot, juicy cunt gripped me. Massaged me. Every dip swelled and swelled the aching at the tip of my putz. The silky friction built in me. My balls tightened. I swung into her, smacking into her bush. I groaned, twisting her nipples, wanting this to last forever.

"Oh, yes, Eric !"She barked."Your prick look so amazing. Something 's happening to me. I can palpate 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 dick into my sister-bitch.

Jane moaned. Whimpered. Her pussycat grew hotter and hotter around my dick. It felt incredible. I groaned as I slammed into her. The Tree rustled over us as she arched her back. Her fiddling titty jiggled in my massaging grip. Her hair tossed.

Her pussycat went wild about my cock.

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

She was cumming. I could feel her warmth spasming around my dick. This amazing ripple. Her bod massaged me. I groaned, twisting her teat as I plunged hard and fast into her writhing slit. Her pleasure rippled around me. I could n't take much to a greater extent of this. Her puss sucked at my dick.

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

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

I drew back, my coming soaring towards the import of no return. I could feel it. My cum was about to break open from my dick. Her flesh massaged me as I jammed back into her silky depths. I balls reek into her bush.

I erupted.

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

A powerful bang of jizz fired for my dick, basting my sister-bitch 's puss. delight surged through me. This tingling rush of rapture that slammed into my mind. Despite how hopeful it was, darkness washed across the world. Stars 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 slit. I flooded her. I groaned, dizzy from the X pummeling my mind.

"Yes, Jane, that 's baffle,"I groaned as her kitty wrung out the death drops of my cum.

"Eric, Eric, yes !"she whimpered. Her head lowered. The spasming of her kitty-cat died as my cock softened inside of her."Oh, that was rattling. It was the best thing in the existence. Did you have intercourse it !"

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

She threw a look over her articulatio humeri and beamed at me.

I groaned, my peter slipping out of her twat. I sank down on the grass and stretched out. The Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree rustled over me, the amobarbital sodium sky peeking through interruption in the leave-taking. I felt incredible. Amazing. I just wanted to lie here and pass out.

Jane turned around. Her arrest jangled as she nuzzled down my putz. Her glossa licked up my shaft. She cleaned off her pussy juice. I shuddered, savoring the feel of her spit bathing my dick. I smiled as I started to produce hard. I reached out and grabbed her leash, holding it in a faineant grip.

"What a unspoilt, piddling sister-bitch you are."

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

As I lay there, savoring my sister cleaning her kitty juices off my dick, 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 hired hand. She 'd be such a good sister-bitch. I just knew it. She would kip at the foot of my bed, arouse me up with cock sucking, and just be a changeless joy in my life sentence.

cum Monday, I 'd fill her to college with me. She 'd sit by my desk, her mien relaxing me as I endured my lesson. She did n't involve to go to her own stratum. She was a tone down sister-bitch now. During my dejeuner falling out, I would satiate myself in her pussy. I might even draw out out her tail and enjoy her SOB. 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 moment, I wondered how it happened. A little tingle raced from my sister 's clapper and up through my cock. 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 scanty was so blue. The figure loved it. The surge of mind-control was becoming addicting. It could n't hold back to pass by out its next twosome of pantie. To get them out there. The figure stroked the new one, a delicious twain of pantie. They were flannel and adorned with dainty lace that ran in horizontal stria down the front and rump. In delicate stitching, the two words flowed in atomic number 79, gallant cursive script : Top Queen.

The figure stroked the ruffled lace, loving it. This pair of pantie would bring such delight to its new proprietor. The number had to unload 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 lead to the stark spot for the side by side girl to observe a twosome of special panties.

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