Megan's Mom

I waited public treasury my parents finally left the house. My mom was adjusting my dad's tie and applying mascara and searching her handbag. I pretended to focus on my homework, I bent over my Scripture and translate 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 deliberate and to not do anything crazy.

I smiled innocently and said I was just going to ascertain some tv once I was done with my homework. Of course that was a lie. The here and now I heard the car outset and get away I jumped up from the tabular array. I slammed my book of account close and went snooping into my dad office. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical troupe. I had heard him talk about it with my mom, he was supposed to advance and sell this new drug, it was a regular downer like Xanax or Prozac or something, but as a side of meat essence the patient role would go very malleable and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my beginner had said angrily, it's unethical, I don't want to sell that shit.

I didn't guardianship about the ethics of it all. I was just blinded by the word ‘ head Control.'For months now I'd been fantasizing about Megan's mom. Megan was in my college cheerleader team and Megan's mom always picked us up. She washed our uniforms and sowed the arc back when they fell off. By fortuity 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 curl so badly.

I opened the drawers of my father's desk and found an regalia of medication. I didn't know which one was which. There was a spray, a powder, a drink, a crowd 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 room access, she was wearing a dreary pencil doll with a silk blouse.

‘ Jenny ? What are you doing here ?'she asked in a warm up and give care vocalisation. ‘ Megan isn't home right now.'

I suppressed the impulse to say that I already knew that. ‘ Well maybe you can serve 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 essence. ‘ O please dear, cry me Tricia,'she said. ‘ What's unseasonable ?'

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

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

I crushed the trivial tablet under a spoon and mixed it in with her tea, then I put the cup in social movement 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 lip pouting around the rim of the cup, seeing the amber colored tea slipping into her mouth, knowing that it would prepare her a sedated ductile marionette, it made me horny. I felt my kitty throbbing and crossed my legs.

‘ Spill the noodle,'she said. ‘ William Tell me what's wrong, sweety.'

I made up a story about boys, an rede question. She listened carefully. I kept watching her boobs behind the silk blouse, they were just so firm and round of golf, the nipple prodding through the Patrick Victor Martindale White cloth. As we talked I saw her eyelids drooping a lilliputian bit, her speech got a little bit slurred and she couldn't seem to concenter.

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

‘ I'm sorry, honey.'Tricia's eyes closed for a spell and she grabbed her own oral sex. ‘ I don't know what's untimely with me. I just feel so dizzy 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 water and a got another oral contraceptive out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the fiddling pill. This'll help.'

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

Still with that same lacuna look on her typeface she picked the little Patrick White tablet from my hand and put it in her mouth. ‘ I'm sorry, William Le Baron Jenny,'she said. ‘ I just find so uncanny all of a sudden. I just don't know ... I don't ... I ...'She sank back into the couch.

I snuggled up next to her and stroke her hair. ‘ That doesn't affair 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 ?'

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

She watched. Confused. ‘ Feels nice,'she mumbled. ‘ But are you suppose 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 tint you Sir Thomas More, you want to submit to my hint, submit to my wishes.'My marrow was pounding in my throat. I didn't know if it would influence, but I certainly hoped so. My fingers were trembling, my kitty-cat was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her face, but goose egg happened.

Again I cupped her bosom, her eyes closed in pleasure, her brim parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her cover, pushing her boob into my finger. So apparently my proposition had worked indeed.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my handwriting under the silk, into her bra. Her skin was so soft, it dented beneath my fingers, I pushed my manus further until I found the pap. Carefully I massaged the slight nodule. She was panting, her eyes closed, a easy moan every once in a spell.

‘ O Jenny,'she muttered.

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

‘ Yes mistress,'she said willingly.

A flare-up of arousal flooded my physical structure. It would work. It was working already. Her mind was indeed as tensile as a patch of clay. queasy thrill. I bent over and agitate my lips against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my spit into her oral cavity. In between my leg my pussy was tingling uncontrollably. I rubbed myself against her.

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

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ So secern me, where do you go along your rope ?'

She said she would point it to me and I followed her to the sleeping room. It was a nice big bed with red satin mainsheet, that were very balmy 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 long soft forget me drug and twisted it around my own arm.

‘ This'll do,'I said nodding. ‘ Undress yourself.'I climbed onto the bed and watched as she slipped her silk blouse off her shoulders, she unzipped the pencil skirt and pushed it past her coxa. She was beautiful, she had nice curvy hip and a soft potbelly. In her underpants she stood in front of me. I ordered her to get nigher and I slid my deal in between her leg. I felt a damp muggy spot in her panties.

‘ You're such a steamy petty slave,'I said. I felt her thigh clenching my fingers, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, mistress,'she said.

I grabbed the rope tighter. I had never done this for very. I had studied a million ‘ how to'telecasting's on the internet. I had practices on my own leg, but I've never actually tied someone else. Still I wrapped the circle around her torso, I remembered every individual step. I tied up her boobs, so they were nice and round and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a knot over her button that would force 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 unable to go anywhere or do anything, she could only wriggle and squirm.

I looked down on her, her naked dead body, her soft peel. She was getting hornier and hornlike, she seemed to rub her puss over the rope 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 orgasm quicker and quicker, it's building up more and more.'

Her eyes were shut, 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 torso in awe. I rubbed my fingers over my twat. I just couldn't control myself any more. I undressed myself and laid down on top of her. My puss rubbing against hers, against the knot that was there. I was rocking back and forth getting hornier and horny.

I pushed my fingerbreadth into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my mind. I had fingered myself a thousand prison term, I didn't want to finger myself, I wanted her to please me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my cunt was right in her face. I sat down and held myself at the read/write head instrument panel. Everytime she breathed out I felt a easygoing breeze whizzing past my pubic bone.

‘ Lick me,'I said. ‘ marijuana cigarette out your tongue.'

She obeyed and a warm wet agile knife skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner thighs, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my clitoris. I was trembling with arousal. My hands squeezing into the head board. I could hardly control myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just shakiness and spasming every time the tip of her natural language bumped into my little clit. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing pleasure bursting through my body. I was in Eden, for a moment there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the sleep of my sprightliness. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too overwhelmed with pleasure and arousal. I just remember laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. Breathing. Slowly breathing, while the go tail of my orgasm subsided.

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

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

‘ You are complete'she said.

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

‘ Now slave,'I told her, ‘ you will draw a blank everything that has happened tonight, but in the future you'll inexplicably just want to obey me, want to wait on me, want to be my slave. Knowing I'm your fancy woman, 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 incur out about it, so maybe it should be our little secret.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the minuscule spray nursing bottle as I studied the data folder. I followed the instructions. I stretched my arm out in front of me, and sprayed a little miff into her font. A sweet mist came out that landed over her olfactory organ and mouth.

Her heart started rolling in her head. Her pupils dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her eubstance was going limp already. I gave her another good puff. Now her eyes closed completely and her 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 nursing home. Tomorrow at cheer exercise I would ask her to take me some water, that would be a unsubdivided assignment to start with, to see if it would make her horny, to see if she was indeed my slave. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the other thing I could stool her do in the future tense, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just slip her to a greater extent of those pills until she was addicted to me .