Megan's Mom

I waited till 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 prep, I bent over my leger and say the appointment again while underlining some of the words in my notebook computer. They were finally cook 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 take in some tv once I was done with my preparation. Of course that was a lie. The minute I heard the car beginning and beat back 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 company. I had heard him talk about it with my mom, he was supposed to advance and sell this new drug, it was a regular sedative like Xanax or Prozac or something, but as a side effect the patient would become very malleable and highly susceptible. It's like mind-control, my founding 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 word ‘ idea 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 stem back when they fell off. By fortuity I'd discovered she was into bdsm and kink, I saw it on her calculator, and it got my mind running. No one knew, just me. I wanted to try bdsm and kink so badly.

I opened the knickers of my male parent's desk and found an regalia of medication. I didn't know which one was which. There was a atomiser, a gunpowder, a drink, a bunch of oral contraceptive. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my pockets.

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

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

I suppressed the impetus to say that I already knew that. ‘ wellspring maybe you can help oneself 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 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 piddle me some tea.

‘ I'll make it,'I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the water system I looked through the medications in my sack. I skimmed over the information booklet and side of meat effects, until I found the one I was looking for, although the atomizer could also be interesting to try out with later this evening.

I crushed the little lozenge under a spoon 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 rim pouting around the rim of the cup, seeing the gold colored tea slipping into her mouth, knowing that it would prepare her a sedated malleable puppet, it made me horny. I felt my pussy pounding and crossed my legs.

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

I made up a history about boys, an send word dubiousness. She listened carefully. I kept watching her boobs behind the silk blouse, they were just so firm and round, the mamilla prodding through the white fabric. As we talked I saw her eyelids drooping a little bit, her speech got a little bit slurred and she couldn't seem to concentrate.

Was this it ? Or would the drugs have an even bigger gist 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 head. ‘ I don't know what's incorrectly with me. I just feel so woozy 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 piddle and a got another pill out. ‘ Here I said, handing her the footling tablet. This'll help.'

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

Still with that same blank look on her face she picked the short white pill from my handwriting and put it in her mouthpiece. ‘ I'm sorry, Jenny,'she said. ‘ I just feel so Weird all of a sudden. I just don't know ... I don't ... I ...'She sank back into the couch.

I snuggled up side by side to her and stroke her hair's-breadth. ‘ That doesn't matter miss Abberdeen.'

‘ I just feel like … I don't know … I feel lost 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 take more about young lady and women.'I let my hand wander over her brass, tickling her neck then finally cupping one of her big boob. It was slightly weighed down, I squished my fingers in it, bumping it up and down.

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

‘ Yes I am,'I said confidently.

She nodded.

‘ As a thing of fact. It makes you very very ruttish, you want me to reach you more than, you want to submit to my tinge, submit to my wishes.'My heart was pounding in my throat. I didn't know if it would work, but I certainly hoped so. My fingerbreadth were trembling, my pussy was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her boldness, but nix happened.

Again I cupped her boob, her eyes closed in delight, her lip parted and she was panting lightly. Arching her back, pushing her boob into my fingers. So apparently my suggestions had worked indeed.

I unbuttoned her blouse, and slipped my hand under the silk, into her bra. Her skin was so flaccid, it dented beneath my fingerbreadth, I pushed my hand further until I found the nipple. Carefully I massaged the lilliputian nodule. She was panting, her eyes closed, a soft moan every once in a while.

‘ O Jenny,'she muttered.

‘ Call me schoolmarm,'I said, ‘ I'm your schoolma'am and your my slave.'

‘ Yes fancy woman,'she said willingly.

A fit of arousal flooded my physical structure. It would work. It was working already. Her mind was indeed as malleable as a art object of corpse. Nervous tingles. I bent over and campaign my back talk against hers. I kissed her, slowly bumping my knife into her backtalk. In between my stage 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 data processor. 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 small slave.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

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

She said she would level it to me and I followed her to the bedchamber. It was a nice big bed with red satin plane, that were very delicate 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 shoulders, she unzipped the pencil dame and pushed it past her hips. She was beautiful, she had Nice curvy hip and a soft tummy. In her underpants she stood in front man of me. I ordered her to come closer and I slid my hand in between her wooden leg. I felt a dull muggy spot in her panty.

‘ You're such a horny fiddling slave,'I said. I felt her thigh clenching my finger's breadth, she moaned and nodded.

‘ I am, mistress,'she said.

I grabbed the forget me drug tighter. I had never done this for real. I had studied a million ‘ how to'video's on the internet. I had practices on my own leg, but I've never actually tied somebody else. Still I wrapped the rope around her body, I remembered every single step. I tied up her dumbbell, so they were nice and bout and prodding forward even more firmly, I put a knot over her button 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 unable to go anywhere or do anything, she could only wriggle and twist.

I looked down on her, her naked body, her balmy pelt. She was getting hornier and hornier, she seemed to rub her pussy over the rope on function. 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 coming quicker and quicker, it's building up more and more.'

Her eyes were closed, 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 consistence in awe. I rubbed my finger over my kitty-cat. 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 getting horny and hornier.

I pushed my fingers into myself. Moist and wet, but then I changed my head. I had fingered myself a thousand clip, I didn't want to finger myself, I wanted her to please me. Over the bed I crawled forward until my pussy was right in her font. I sat down and held myself at the straits control panel. Everytime she breathed out I felt a soft walkover whizzing past my pubis.

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

She obeyed and a fond wet agile tongue skipped over my labia, softly, first the inner thighs, the outer labia, ever so slowly she was closing in on my clit. I was trembling with foreplay. My hands squeezing into the head instrument panel. I could hardly manipulate myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just quivering and spasming every prison term the tip of her lingua bumped into my little clit. I couldn't hold back anymore. Overflowing pleasure bursting through my body. I was in heaven, for a moment 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 joy and rousing. I just remember laying on top of her, apparently I had tipped over and fallen onto the bed. ventilation. Slowly ventilation, while the go 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 system already ? I didn't know. It was making me scared. I contemplated giving her something more, maybe I could try out that spraying that had also intrigued me. I searched for the little nebulizer can.

‘ Now slave,'I told her, ‘ you will draw a blank everything that has happened tonight, but in the hereafter you'll inexplicably just want to obey me, want to serve 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 line up out about it, so maybe it should be our trivial secret.'

‘ Yes mistress.'

I uncapped the trivial spraying feeding bottle as I studied the information leaflet. I followed the operating instructions. I stretched my arm out in front of me, and sprayed a little huff into her look. A sweetly mist came out that landed over her intrude and lip.

Her optic 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 respectable puff of air. Now her centre closed completely and her nous 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 cheerfulness practice I would ask her to lend me some water, that would be a uncomplicated appointment to start with, to see if it would shit her horny, to see if she was indeed my striver. Probably, yes. I smiled as I thought of all the early things I could produce her do in the future tense, and if she I wasn't satisfied I would just slip one's mind her more of those lozenge until she was addicted to me .