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 pore on my preparation, I bent over my books and read the naming again while underlining some of the words in my notebook. They were finally ready to go. My mom was telling me to be measured and to not do anything crazy.

I smiled innocently and said I was just going to watch out some tv once I was done with my homework. Of track that was a lie. The import I heard the car beginning and drive away I jumped up from the table. I slammed my books close and went snooping into my pappa business office. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical company. I had heard him talk about it with my mom, he was supposed to upgrade and sell this new drug, it was a regular sedative like Xanax or Prozac or something, but as a side outcome 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 trade that crap.

I didn't charge about the ethics of it all. I was just blinded by the word ‘ mind Control.'For 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 fore back when they fell off. By accident I'd discovered she was into bdsm and crick, I saw it on her information processing system, and it got my mind running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and kink so badly.

I opened the boxershorts 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 crew of pills. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my pocket.

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

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

I suppressed the impulse to say that I already knew that. ‘ wellspring 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 refreshed flowery perfume. ‘ O please dear, call me Tricia,'she said. ‘ What's wrong ?'

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

‘ I'll take 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 information pamphlet and side of meat effects, until I found the one I was looking for, although the spray could also be interesting to experiment with later this evening.

I crushed the little pill under a spoonful and mixed it in with her tea, then I put the cup in 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 lips pouting around the rim of the cup, seeing the amber colored tea slipping into her sassing, knowing that it would take a leak her a sedate pliant puppet, it made me horny. I felt my pussy throbbing and crossed my legs.

‘ fall the noodle,'she said. ‘ Tell me what's untimely, sweety.'

I made up a story about son, an advise question. She listened carefully. I kept watching her boobs behind the silk blouse, they were just so steadfastly and round, the mamilla prodding through the livid textile. As we talked I saw her lid drooping a petty bit, her actor's line got a piffling bit slurred and she couldn't seem to center.

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

‘ I'm sorry, honey.'Tricia's eyes closed for a while and she grabbed her own fountainhead. ‘ I don't know what's wrong with me. I just experience so woozy all of a sudden. I can't seem to pore. 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 shabu with urine and a got another tablet out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the piddling oral contraceptive pill. This'll help.'

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

Still with that same blank look on her nerve she picked the little white anovulant from my hand and put it in her mouthpiece. ‘ 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 lounge.

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

‘ I just feel like … I don't know … I feel obscure 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 male child, but actually I wanted to hear more about little girl and women.'I let my hand wander over her cheek, tickling her cervix then finally cupping one of her big breast. It was slightly heavy, I squished my fingers in it, bumping it up and down.

She watched. Confused. ‘ smell 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 touch you more, you want to put forward to my tinge, submit to my wishes.'My inwardness was pounding in my throat. I didn't know if it would make, but I certainly hoped so. My fingers were trembling, my snatch was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her face, but nothing happened.

Again I cupped her tit, her centre closed in delight, her rim parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her back, pushing her boob into my fingers. So apparently my proposition had worked indeed.

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

‘ O jenny ass,'she muttered.

‘ cry me mistress,'I said, ‘ I'm your mistress and your my slave.'

‘ Yes schoolmistress,'she said willingly.

A burst of arousal flooded my body. It would work. It was working already. Her judgment was indeed as tractile as a piece of Clay. Nervous frisson. I bent over and pressed my sassing against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my lingua 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 hugger-mugger, I know that you like to be tied down. I saw it on your computing device. You wouldn't want anyone to bump 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 short slave.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

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

She said she would point it to me and I followed her to the bedroom. It was a dainty 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 sorts of plaything. 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 berm, she unzipped the pencil doll and pushed it past her coxa. She was beautiful, she had dainty curvy articulatio coxae and a easygoing pot. In her underpants she stood in front of me. I ordered her to amount closer and I slid my hand in between her stage. I felt a damp muggy smudge in her step-in.

‘ You're such a corneous little slave,'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'picture's on the cyberspace. I had praxis on my own leg, but I've never actually tied individual else. Still I wrapped the rope around her torso, I remembered every single stair. I tied up her boobs, so they were skillful 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 ineffectual to go anywhere or do anything, she could only wriggle and squirm.

I looked down on her, her naked dead body, her gentle skin. She was getting steamy and horny, she seemed to rub her pussy over the rope on purpose. I caressed her and wondered if I could realize 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 optic were closed, her breathing very shallow, she was all tensed up.

‘ Now cum for me slave,'I ordered.

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

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

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

She obeyed and a warm wet agile natural language skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner thighs, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my button. I was trembling with arousal. My hands squeezing into the point display panel. I could hardly hold myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just palpitation and spasming every time the tip of her glossa bumped into my little clitoris. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing pleasance bursting through my torso. I was in heaven, for a consequence 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 overwhelmed with pleasure and rousing. I just think back laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. Breathing. Slowly breathing, while the live on posterior 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 facial expression. Was she still drugged or had the drugs flushed through her system already ? I didn't know. It was making me daunt. I contemplated giving her something more, maybe I could try out that spray that had also intrigued me. I searched for the short spray can.

‘ Now slave,'I told her, ‘ you will forget everything that has happened tonight, but in the futurity you'll inexplicably just want to obey me, want to dish out me, want to be my hard worker. Knowing I'm your kept 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 rule out about it, so maybe it should be our short secret.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the piddling atomizer nursing bottle as I studied the entropy cusp. I followed the instructions. I stretched my arm out in social movement of me, and sprayed a piffling miff into her face. A sweet mist came out that landed over her horn in and lip.

Her eyes started rolling in her head. Her pupil dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her soundbox was going limp already. I gave her another good whiff. 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 home. Tomorrow at sunshine practice I would ask her to bring me some weewee, that would be a simple assignment to set about 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 early matter I could urinate her do in the hereafter, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just sneak her more of those pills until she was addicted to me .