Megan’s Mom

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 homework, I bent over my books and read the assignment 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 course that was a lie. The moment I heard the car start and drive away I jumped up from the table. I slammed my books close and went snooping into my dads office. He was a rep for a pharmaceutical company. I had heard him talk 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 side 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 word ‘Mind 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 bows back when they fell off. By accident 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 kink so badly.

I opened the drawers of my father’s desk and found an array of medication. I didn’t know which one was which. There was a spray, a powder, a drink, a bunch of pills. I grabbed some of everything and stuffed it in my pockets.

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

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

I suppressed the impulse to say that I already knew that. ‘Well 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 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 make me some tea.

‘I’ll make it,’ I said as I went into the kitchen. While I boiled the water I looked through the medications in my pocket. I skimmed over the information leaflets and side 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 spoon and mixed it in with her tea, then I put the cup in front 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 pussy throbbing and crossed my legs.

‘Spill the beans,’ she said. ‘Tell me what’s wrong, sweety.’

I made up a story about boys, an advise question. She listened carefully. I kept watching her boobs behind the silk blouse, they were just so firm and round, the nipples 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 focus.

Was this it? Or would the drugs have an even bigger effect 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 while and she grabbed her own head. ‘I don’t know what’s wrong 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 water and a got another pill out. ‘Here I said, handing her the little pill. This’ll help.’

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

Still with that same blank look on her face she picked the little white pill from my hand and put it in her mouth. ‘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 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 learn 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. ‘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 touch you more, you want to submit to my touch, 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 fingers were trembling, my pussy was throbbing still. Eagerly I watched her face, but nothing happened.

Again I cupped her boob, her eyes closed in pleasure, her lips 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 soft, it dented beneath my fingers, I pushed my hand further until I found the nipple. Carefully I massaged the little nodule. She was panting, her eyes closed, a soft moan every once in a while.

‘O Jenny,’ she muttered.

‘Call me mistress,’ 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 mind was indeed as malleable as a piece of clay. 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 secret, I know that you like to be tied down. I saw it on your computer. You wouldn’t want anyone to find 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 little slave.’

‘Yes mistress.’

‘So tell me, where do you keep your rope?’

She said she would point it to me and I followed her to the bedroom. It was a nice 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 toys. 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 skirt and pushed it past her hips. She was beautiful, she had nice curvy hips and a soft tummy. In her underpants she stood in front of me. I ordered her to come closer and I slid my hand in between her legs. I felt a damp muggy spot in her panties.

‘You’re such a horny little slave,’ I said. I felt her thighs 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’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 torso, I remembered every single step. I tied up her boobs, 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 unable to go anywhere or do anything, she could only wriggle and squirm.

I looked down on her, her naked body, her soft skin. She was getting hornier and hornier, she seemed to rub her pussy 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 closed, 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 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 knot that was there. I was rocking back and forth getting hornier and hornier.

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 finger 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 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 hands squeezing into the head board. I could hardly control myself. I could hardly sit up straight anymore. Just quivering and spasming every time the tip of her tongue 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 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 last tail 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 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 forget everything that has happened tonight, but in the future 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 find out about it, so maybe it should be our little 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 little huff into her face. A sweet mist came out that landed over her nose and mouth.

Her eyes started rolling in her head. Her pupils dilated rolling up and away, then blankly staring forward again, her body 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 cheer practice I would ask her to bring me some water, that would be a simple 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 future, and if she I wasn’t satisfied I would just slip her more of those pills until she was addicted to me.

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