Megan's Mom

I waited boulder clay my parents finally left the sign. My mom was adjusting my dad's tie and applying mascara and searching her pocketbook. I pretended to concentrate on my homework, I bent over my Book and read the appointment again while underlining some of the words in my notebook. They were finally ready to go. My mom was telling me to be careful and to not do anything crazy.

I smiled innocently and said I was just going to watch some tv once I was done with my homework. Of line that was a lie. The minute I heard the car starting and drive away I jumped up from the table. I slammed my books close and went snooping into my dada office. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical company. I had heard him blab out about it with my mom, he was supposed to promote and sell this new drug, it was a regular sedative like Xanax or Prozac or something, but as a incline issue the patient would become very malleable and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my Father of the Church had said angrily, it's unethical, I don't want to sell that crap.

I didn't care about the ethics of it all. I was just blinded by the tidings ‘ judgment Control.'For month now I'd been fantasizing about Megan's mom. Megan was in my college cheerleader squad and Megan's mom always picked us up. She washed our uniforms and sowed the bowknot back when they fell off. By accident I'd discovered she was into bdsm and twirl, 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 underdrawers of my father's desk and found an regalia of medication. I didn't know which one was which. There was a nebuliser, a pulverization, a drink, a gang of pills. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my pockets.

I got in the car and went over to Megan's household. Her mother opened the doorway, she was wearing a moody pencil skirt with a silk blouse.

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

I suppressed the neural impulse to say that I already knew that. ‘ fountainhead maybe you can serve me, miss Abberdeen,'I said innocently. ‘ I just need person to spill to.'

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

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

‘ I'll make it,'I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the urine I looked through the medicine in my pocket. I skimmed over the selective information leaflets and position effects, until I found the one I was looking for, although the spray could also be interesting to experiment with later this eve.

I crushed the fiddling pill under a spoonful and mixed it in with her tea, then I put the cup in figurehead 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 make her a sedated malleable puppet, it made me horny. I felt my snatch throbbing and crossed my legs.

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

I made up a story about boy, an give notice question. She listened carefully. I kept watching her boobs behind the silk blouse, they were just so unwavering and round, the mammilla prodding through the whiteness material. As we talked I saw her eyelids drooping a fiddling bit, her speech got a little bit slurred and she couldn't seem to rivet.

Was this it ? Or would the drugs have an even braggy outcome 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 feel so giddy all of a sudden. I can't seem to focus. 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 pee and a got another pill out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the slight pill. This'll help.'

She stared at me as if she didn't understand. A blank shell look on her face. ‘ Tricia.'I said to snaffle her attention. ‘ Here take this pill.'

Still with that Sami blank look on her face she picked the little white pill from my mitt and put it in her sass. ‘ I'm sorry, Jenny,'she said. ‘ I just sense so weird all of a sudden. I just don't know ... I don't ... I ...'She sank back into the sofa.

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

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

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

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

‘ Yes I am,'I said confidently.

She nodded.

‘ As a affair of fact. It makes you very very horny, you want me to touch on you Sir Thomas More, you want to submit to my soupcon, submit to my wishes.'My heart was pounding in my throat. I didn't know if it would go, but I certainly hoped so. My finger were trembling, my slit was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her face, but cipher happened.

Again I cupped her bosom, her optic closed in pleasure, her lips parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her back, pushing her boob into my fingers. So apparently my proffer had worked indeed.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my hand under the silk, into her bra. Her pelt was so soft, it dented beneath my digit, I pushed my hand further until I found the mammilla. Carefully I massaged the little nodule. She was panting, her eye closed, a soft moan every once in a while.

‘ O Jenny,'she muttered.

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

‘ Yes mistress,'she said willingly.

A burst of arousal flooded my body. It would work. It was working already. Her head was indeed as tensile as a piece of mud. Nervous tingles. I bent over and pressed my lips against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my tongue into her mouth. In between my legs my pussy was tingling uncontrollably. I rubbed myself against her.

‘ Now listen slave,'I said to her. ‘ I know about your mystic, I know that you like to be tied down. I saw it on your calculator. You wouldn't want anyone to feel 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 trivial slave.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ So severalize me, where do you keep your roach ?'

She said she would repoint it to me and I followed her to the sleeping room. It was a gracious big bed with red satin sheets, that were very easygoing and slippery. She bent over and pulled out a box from under the bed it was filled with all sort of toy dog. I picked up a long soft 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 skirt and pushed it past her hips. She was beautiful, she had nice well-endowed hips and a soft tummy. In her underpants she stood in front of me. I ordered her to come closer and I slid my paw in between her legs. I felt a break muggy smirch in her panty.

‘ You're such a randy footling slave,'I said. I felt her second joint clenching my fingers, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, mistress,'she said.

I grabbed the roofy tighter. I had never done this for real. I had studied a million ‘ how to'television's on the internet. I had practices on my own leg, but I've never actually tied someone else. Still I wrapped the rope around her body, I remembered every single gradation. I tied up her breast, so they were nice and round and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a knot over her clitoris that would advertise 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 lost and unable to go anywhere or do anything, she could only wriggle and squirm.

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

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

Her eye were shut down, her breathing very shallow, she was all tensed up.

‘ Now cum for me slave,'I ordered.

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

I pushed my fingers into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my mind. I had fingered myself a thousand times, I didn't want to thumb myself, I wanted her to please me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my pussy was right in her side. I sat down and held myself at the head instrument panel. Everytime she breathed out I felt a flaccid breeze whizzing past my pubis.

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

She obeyed and a ardent 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 hands squeezing into the header board. I could hardly control myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just quivering and spasming every time the tip of her spit bumped into my little clit. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing pleasure bursting through my physical structure. I was in heaven, for a instant there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the residuum of my life. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too overtake with pleasure and arousal. I just retrieve laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. ventilation. Slowly breathing, while the last tooshie of my orgasm subsided.

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

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

‘ You are perfect'she said.

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

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

‘ Yes mistress.'

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

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the little spray bottle as I studied the information leaflet. I followed the instructions. I stretched my arm out in front of me, and sprayed a picayune huff into her case. A sweet mist came out that landed over her nose and oral cavity.

Her eyes started rolling in her pass. Her pupils dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her body was going limp already. I gave her another good puff. Now her middle closed completely and her brain slumped to the side.

I untied her and removed all grounds that I had been there. Slowly I closed the doorway behind me and went home. Tomorrow at cheerfulness practice I would ask her to get me some water, that would be a simple assignment to start with, to see if it would pass water her horny, to see if she was indeed my slave. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the early things I could make her do in the future tense, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just slip her more of those oral contraceptive until she was addicted to me .