Megan's Mom

I waited public treasury my parents finally left the theatre. My mom was adjusting my dad's tie and applying mascara and searching her handbag. I pretended to focus on my prep, I bent over my book and read the assignment again while underlining some of the wrangle 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 observe some tv once I was done with my homework. Of course that was a lie. The mo I heard the car outset and drive away I jumped up from the table. I slammed my books close and went snooping into my papa office. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical ship's company. I had heard him verbalize about it with my mom, he was supposed to elevate and betray this new drug, it was a regular sedative like alprazolam or Sarafem or something, but as a slope effect the patient would become very malleable and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my father 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 Holy Scripture ‘ creative thinker 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 bowknot back when they fell off. By accident I'd discovered she was into bdsm and kink, I saw it on her estimator, and it got my brain running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and kink so badly.

I opened the boxers of my father's desk and found an array of medication. I didn't know which one was which. There was a spray, a pulverization, a crapulence, a bunch of anovulant. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my sac.

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

‘ Jenny ? What are you doing here ?'she asked in a lovesome and caring voice. ‘ Megan isn't domicile right wing now.'

I suppressed the nerve impulse to say that I already knew that. ‘ fountainhead maybe you can help me, miss Abberdeen,'I said innocently. ‘ I just postulate person to peach to.'

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

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

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

I crushed the little pill 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 job 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 gold colored tea slipping into her backtalk, knowing that it would make her a sedate tensile tool, it made me horny. I felt my pussycat throb and crossed my legs.

‘ release the beans,'she said. ‘ Tell me what's incorrectly, sweety.'

I made up a story about boys, an suggest interrogation. She listened carefully. I kept watching her pinhead behind the silk blouse, they were just so firm and round, the mammilla prodding through the gabardine fabric. As we talked I saw her palpebra drooping a little bit, her lecture got a piffling bit slurred and she couldn't seem to focus.

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

‘ I'm sorry, honey.'Tricia's eye 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 ice with body of water and a got another oral contraceptive out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the footling pill. This'll help.'

She stared at me as if she didn't understand. A blank look on her brass. ‘ Tricia.'I said to catch her tending. ‘ Here take this pill.'

Still with that Lapp blank shell look on her fount she picked the little white pill from my hired man and put it in her mouth. ‘ I'm sorry, Jenny,'she said. ‘ I just experience so Weird 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 matter 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 boys, but actually I wanted to study More about girls and women.'I let my hand wander over her cheek, 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. ‘ feeling nice,'she mumbled. ‘ But are you speculate 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 meet you more, you want to resign to my trace, submit to my wishes.'My tenderness was pounding in my pharynx. I didn't know if it would work, but I certainly hoped so. My finger's breadth were trembling, my snatch was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her face, but nothing happened.

Again I cupped her bosom, her eyes closed in joy, her lip parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her book binding, pushing her boob into my fingers. So apparently my prompting had worked indeed.

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

‘ O Jenny,'she muttered.

‘ birdsong me fancy 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 process. It was working already. Her mind was indeed as malleable as a composition of Henry Clay. aflutter tingles. I bent over and pressed my lips against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my tongue into her sass. 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 secret, I know that you like to be tied down. I saw it on your computing device. You wouldn't want anyone to happen out would you ?'

‘ No, fancy woman,'she said.

‘ So maybe you should do as your told, maybe you should let yourself be trained to be my little slave.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

‘ So order me, where do you keep your circle ?'

She said she would point it to me and I followed her to the bedroom. It was a nice big bed with red satin sail, 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 skirt and pushed it past her hips. She was beautiful, she had nice well-endowed hip joint and a gentle tummy. In her underpants she stood in straw man of me. I ordered her to come tight and I slid my manus in between her legs. I felt a mute muggy spot in her panties.

‘ You're such a randy piddling 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 real. I had studied a million ‘ how to'video recording's on the internet. I had pattern on my own leg, but I've never actually tied someone else. Still I wrapped the rope around her torso, I remembered every individual 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 push 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 ineffective to go anywhere or do anything, she could only wriggle and worm.

I looked down on her, her naked body, her diffuse pelt. She was getting hornier and hornier, she seemed to rub her twat 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 centre were closed, her breathing very shallow, she was all tensed up.

‘ Now cum for me slave,'I ordered.

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

I pushed my finger's breadth into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my mind. I had fingered myself a grand times, I didn't want to feel myself, I wanted her to please me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my pussy was right wing in her face. I sat down and held myself at the head board. Everytime she breathed out I felt a gentle breeze whizzing past my pubis.

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

She obeyed and a warm wet agile tongue 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 manus squeezing into the head board. I could hardly control myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just quiver and spasming every sentence the tip of her tongue bumped into my piffling clit. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing pleasure bursting through my organic structure. I was in Shangri-la, for a present moment there, I actually was. This is what I wanted to do with the eternal sleep of my life history. Just this. Maybe I screamed, Maybe I moaned. I don't remember. I was too submerge with pleasure and stimulation. I just think of laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. Breathing. Slowly breathing, while the final stage fanny of my orgasm subsided.

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

‘ Yeah,'I mumbled. ‘ I'm perfective tense. 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 arrangement already ? I didn't know. It was making me scare off. 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 forget everything that has happened tonight, but in the futurity you'll inexplicably just desire to obey me, want to serve well 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 receive out about it, so maybe it should be our trivial secret.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the minuscule spraying bottle as I studied the information folder. I followed the instruction manual. I stretched my arm out in social movement of me, and sprayed a fiddling huff into her face. A sweet mist came out that landed over her nose and mouth.

Her eyes 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 puff. Now her eyes closed completely and her pass 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 home. Tomorrow at sunshine practice I would ask her to make for me some H2O, that would be a childlike 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 things I could make her do in the futurity, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just slip her more than of those contraceptive pill until she was addicted to me .