Mind-Control Panties 07

Daughter's Dazzling Desire

The figure slipped into the high-end boutique. Normally, it should stand out amid the wealth on display. The trophy wives and trust fund daughters who pursued through the expensive, name-brand clothing would shudder in revulsion at the sight of it. They were here for the chic. The popular. The outfits that quivered this or that current celebrity wore on the red carpet.

Not for the bizarre.

It was the perfect place to drop off the figure's mind-controlling panties.

This one was an all black pair of panties with a single word written in sparkling, gold letters.

Dazzling.

The figure was eager for this next game to begin. With a casual flick of the wrist, the figure deposited the pair of panties where a young girl would find it soon.

Precious Jordan.

No one noticed the figure slipped out of the store, least of all Precious. She strolled into the store like she owned it, almost shouldering into the figure. Though she was nineteen, she looked like she was twenty-five. Heavy makeup, her tits clearly enhanced already at her young age, her trendy top showing them off to their fullest, all gave the illusion of maturity to her nubile flesh. Her vivacious, red hair swept about her face, her green eyes dazzling. She marched on stiletto heels like she'd worn them all her life.

She practically had.

She moved with the confidence and grace that could only come with practice. She strutted like she was walking on the runway, a model ready for the glitz and glamour of Milan or New York or London or Paris or Rome. Behind her, scurried her mother. Besides her daughter, Molly Jordan was plain, but she still was a woman possessing beauty. Brassy hair, breast as large as her daughter's (though hers were real), and blue eyes that gave her an appealing cast. She possessed a curvy body, a wedding ring flashing on her left hand.

"Wow, look at these," Precious said. She snagged up the panties, shuddering as the tingle racing through her. She turned around, grinning at her mother. "Dazzling."

Her mother blanched. "Panties like those are not going to help you win. Go look at the thongs. Find something eye-catching. I want those pervy judges lusting for you. You are not taking second place again."

Precious rolled her eyes. She thought she threw those panties back on the pile, but in fact, she kept a hold of them. She went to browse the thongs while her mother found her a delicious outfit for the upcoming beauty pageant. It was an expensive dress, but it went on her husband's credit card. Her daughter would be a star.

Even if she had to force the girl into it.

No one noticed that Precious dropped the panties on the counter for the store employee to ring up. Nor did anyone notice the panties being slipped into the bag. Certainly, no one paid for it. They left the store with the rest of the clothing that Molly purchased for her daughter.

Precious was worth investing in.

* * *

Molly Jordan

"Come on," I shouted. "We have to get your nails done. Hurry. We're running out of time."

There was always so much to do. The pageant was tomorrow, and the competition was fierce. That cunt Sapphire was competing. The blonde bimbo had beaten my daughter last time, but not this time. Precious would win. She would be crowned Miss Dazzling Bell.

My daughter was perfect. Everything that I hadn't been at nineteen. Or even twenty-five. Large breasts, plump lips, flawless skin, and her red hair was such a fiery hue, not the brassy almost brown locks I had. Precious had even inherited her green eyes from her father, my husband Mark. Everything about the girl was perfect.

I had to get her to win. How else would she get famous?

Precious came down the stairs, wearing three-inch heels that were open-toed to show off the vibrant toenail polish she had. Her hair bounced around her shoulders, the thin straps of her negligee-style top shift on the thicker straps of the black bra she wore. She reached the bottom of the stairs, her hips swaying in the tight, white capris she wore.

"God, I'm ready, Mom," she said.

I frowned, staring at her capris. I didn't see a thong peeking out. "Turn around."

"Geez," she muttered. She turned, letting me stare at her ass.

I frowned at what I saw. I stroked up the edge of the outline, feeling a tingle as I caressed the line that her panties pressed into her tight capris. "What's this?"

"The panties I showed you last week," she muttered. "The cute ones. The ones with dazzling printed on it."

I rolled my eyes, this hot tingle shooting from my finger down my arm through my body. My nipples hardened, my pussy aching. "You need more than just panties with the word dazzling on them to shine tomorrow. Precious, you need to always look your best. I can see your panty line. I should make you go upstairs and change, but we're going to be late."

"The competition's tomorrow," she muttered. "Let me just have these. Okay? I promise I'll do my best, so stop being such a bitch."

I sighed, letting her have her little spat. I guess those panties wouldn't harm anything. It wasn't like the judges would see her today. Good thing, too, because those capris she wore weren't the best thing either. She should have a skirt on, something feminine and naughty. Something that would give those pervs sitting on the judge's panel a cheap thrill when they saw her walking in it, hoping for an upskirt shot.

Precious played on her phone the entire drive to get her nails done. She chewed on bubblegum, a habit I thoroughly disapproved of. But if I tried to get her to stop the day before a competition, I just knew it would affect her tomorrow. We had a fight about it before her loss against that cunt Sapphire.

What was that girl's mother thinking? Eighteen and wearing such a scandalous outfit? Some mothers had no shame.

Dazzling...

The word echoed through my mind. My daughter had to dazzle. Shine. She had to stand out from the other girls. How to do that? There had to be a way. Something... exciting. I studied my daughter as the manicurist, a chatty Thai woman, worked on Precious's nails. I pondered ideas. My daughter was perfect. Her tits, a birthday present when she turned eighteen, were just ripe and plump. Her hair was flawless, her eyes such an enticing shade of green.

There was just something missing about her...

A naughty tingle raced through me. A shudder that started in my pussy and rippled through my body. My idea was perfect. Something that would make her stand out against all the other contestants. I shuddered, wiggling in my seat.

My daughter looked up. "Mom? Oh, no, what are you thinking about?"

"We have another stop to make after your nails."

"I thought I was having singing lessons next."

"You sing fine. This will make you sparkle."

"Sparkle?" Precious asked. "What are you talking about, Mom?"

I shuddered. It was such a wicked idea I had.

While the Thai woman finished up my daughter's nails--making them long and beautiful, each one painted a vibrant shade of red to complement the dress I purchased for her last week--I pulled out my phone. I googled my idea. I'd never been to one of these places, so I was surprised by how many there were. There was one just up the street.

I shuddered, it was so close. I knew just what to do. This wicked tingle raced through my pussy. I would make sure my daughter dazzled.

"Where are we going?" Precious asked after her nails were finished. She held them out before her, knowing not to touch anything until they were dry.

"We need to get something special," I said as I started up my Porsche. I backed out, eager for this.

My daughter gave me a weird look. She only grew more confused when I pulled up before our destination five minutes later.

"What are we doing here?" she asked. "Mom? I thought you said these things were tacky."

"You're not getting a tattoo," I said. "You're getting your nipples pierced."

Her jaw dropped. "What?"

"You heard me," I said, climbing out of the car. "Now let's go, young woman. The judges are going to see you dazzle!"

She climbed out of the car and stared at me in shock. "Do you want me to show my naked tits to them?"

"Honey, do you want to win?"

"I'm not going to flash my tits at a bunch of old pervs," she muttered. "Do you care at all that they're staring at me? There bunch of degenerates lusting over my barely legal flesh?"

"It doesn't bother me one bit," I said. "Men like looking at young things. Beautiful things. Dazzling things."

She sighed as she followed after me into the tattoo parlor. A little bell rang. I looked around, grimacing at all the pictures on the wall. It was covered in all the terrible things people would draw on their bodies. Skulls, hearts, thorns, angels, demons, flames, unicorns, rainbows, shamrocks, and so much more. Some were cutesy, some look tough, and some just made me scratch my head in confusion.

"Help you?" a man asked. He peered a curtain of red beads. "You got an appointment."

I shook my head. "My daughter needs to get her nipples pierced."

He glanced over at her. "And? Got an appointment?"

I shook my head. I took a step closer to him. "Listen, I'm willing to pay anything to get it done right now."

His eyes flicked up and down my body. "Anything covers a lot."

"Oh, trust me, I can cover it," I purred. "You should see the credit limit I have on the cards my husband gave me."

"I was thinking about a different line of credit," he said.

"Well, that can be arranged," I said, the tingles from my pussy burning through my body. I would do anything to see my daughter win.

My left hand reached out, my wedding ring sparkled as I pressed against the tattoo artist's crotch. He was a rough man. Strong. I felt his cock hardening through his jeans as my gaze flicked up and down his body. He had sleeve tattoos racing up his muscular arms, flames and scrolls and chains all intertwined. He had a thick, handlebar mustache giving him the dangerous look of a biker. I felt his dick harden beneath my touch.

He was bigger than my husband.

"Mom!" gasped Precious. "What are you doing?"

"Why, paying for your piercings," I said. "Don't worry, I'll take care of everything, honey."

I fell to my knees before the guy. "I hope a blowjob will be good enough, right? I can still pay for the piercings."

"Fuck," he said. "Sure, it won't take long to pierce her."

"Mom!" Precious gasped again as I unfasten the heavy belt. He had a silver-plated belt buckle with a snake slithering out of a skull embossed on the front. "What about Dad? Geez, we can go to another piercing parlor if it's that important."

"We have to do it now," I moaned. "We need to make you dazzle."

The need itched in my brain. I couldn't stop.

I wrenched his belt open and then tore at his fly. His fastener popped. His zipper rasped. I yanked down his pants and boxers, his cock popping out. I was right there in the lobby of a tattoo parlor about to suck a stranger's dick.

I didn't suck my husband's cock unless it was his birthday, or I wanted another diamond tennis bracelet. But now...

I salivated.

I grasped his thick cock in my hand, fisting up and down the shaft. He was so much larger than my husband. I opened wide and sucked the tip of his dick into my mouth. My lips sealed tight. My cheeks hollowed. He groaned, his eyes fluttering for a moment. He snorted, ruffling the black whiskers of his mustache.

"Goddamn, ain't she just a rich slut," he growled. "You see your mama, girl?"

"Yes," my daughter groaned, her face red. She squirmed beside me, her nipples poking at the front of her negligee-like top. "I can't believe she's doing this."

"Relax, women her age get horny. Your dad just got a limp dick, so she needs a real man. Don't worry, I'll take care of you when we're done."

"Not like that," Precious muttered.

I bobbed my head, working my lips up and down his thick shaft. Precum spilled over my tongue. I groaned, my pussy getting so hot and molten between my thighs. I squeezed them together, my clit throbbing and aching. A line of drool ran down my chin and my sucking made such sloppy sounds. So wet and nasty. I shuddered. I did feel like a rich slut.

A rich, married slut.

My tongue swirled around the crown of his cock, tasting his salty precum. A whimper rippled out of my throat. A hot shudder raced through me. He tasted so good. I couldn't wait to feel him spurting into my mouth. To enjoy his cum shooting over and over into my mouth. I bet it would be incredible. I bet he would make me swallow every single drop of his jizz like a complete whore. I always spit out my husband's spunk when I would blow him.

Today, I hungered for this man's spunk.

"God fucking damn," he groaned. "Your mama's hot for it. She is sucking like an oil derrick. She's hungry for my spunk."

I moaned in agreement around his cock.

"I don't know what the fuck is up with you right now, Mom," Precious said. She swayed back and forth on her heeled feet. She seemed on the verge of fleeing, but couldn't quite seem to look away. Her wide, green eyes were locked on my lips sliding up and down the tattoo artist's thick cock. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.

My hand drifted down the front of my body. I reached lower and lower, crossing my stomach. I pressed the fabric tight into my crotch. Into my pussy. I shuddered as I stroked myself through my skirt and panties. My clit throbbed, tingles racing through my body. I felt so naughty right now.

I was a stage mother doing everything possible to make sure her daughter dazzled.

Pleasure rippled through me as I sucked on the tattoo artist's dick. I didn't even know his name. I rubbed my pussy through my skirt and panties, delicious tingles rippling through me. My daughter watched, seeing how dedicated I was to her success.

My tongue swirled around the tip of his cock. I gathered up more and more of his precum. My pussy clenched as I ached for his cum to flood my mouth. I just had to please him. My daughter crossed her arms, watching with flushed cheeks and wide, green eyes.

"That's it," growled the tattoo artist. He grabbed a fistful of my brassy hair. "Pay for your daughter's piercing. Damn, you have a mouth on you."

"I can't believe you're doing this, Mom," Precious moaned.

I would do anything for her.

My clit throbbed and ached. I had to touch my bud directly. I shoved my hand beneath my skirt, sliding up my thighs fast. I reached the satin fabric of my panties. They were soaked with my juices. I shoved them to the side. My fingertips slid through my silky pubic hair. I gasped as I found my hot folds. I rubbed my thumb against my throbbing bud and thrust two fingers into my pussy.

My depths clung tight about them. I groaned, my eyes fluttering as I plunged my digits in and out of my twat. Pleasure rippled through me. I masturbated with a frantic need while moaning around the tattoo artist's dick.

"Fuck," he growled. "Work that mouth, bitch."

"Yeah, she is a bitch," Precious muttered. "I don't even want to get my nipples pierced."

I didn't care what she wanted. I was her mother and knew what was best for her.

I thrust my fingers in and out of my twat faster and faster. I rubbed my thumb in wild circles around my clit. Pleasure rippled through me. My cunt squeezed down on my digits. My body shuddered. I groaned around his thick dick. It filled my mouth. It was such a wild thing to enjoy.

He growled. His cock throbbed in my mouth. I sucked on him, his precum spilling over my tongue. That flavor grew saltier and saltier. He growled, his face twisting with pleasure.

"Fuck, yes!" he growled. His cock erupted in my mouth. "Swallow every drop, you married slut!"

I gulped down the tattoo artist's jizz. I trembled, my fingers plunging faster and faster in and out of my twat. My silky flesh squeezed down on my digits, increasing the friction. I gulped down his salty seed. It poured down my throat. I whimpered, feeling it warm my belly. The wicked thrill drifted lower and lower. It reached my twat.

I groaned, dizzying waves of pleasure shooting through me. I churned up my twat. I plunged my digits hard and fast. It was incredible. My eyes fluttered. I sucked and sucked, drinking down load after load of his salty jizz.

"Oh, yes, that's it," he growled.

I whimpered. Another spurt of cum fired into my mouth. I gulped it down as I shoved my fingers deep into my twat. I was such a good mother. I was doing everything for my daughter. I was sacrificing so much.

I came.

My orgasm surged through me. My reward. I squealed around his dick as my flesh spasmed around my fingers. Juices bathed my digits. My hand. My clit throbbed beneath my massaging thumb. Sparks flared, adding to the heat rushing through my body.

My thoughts blaze.

The tattoo artist ripped his cock out of my mouth. As he shoved it back in his pants, I moaned, "yes, yes, Precious! Oh, Precious, I'll do anything for you. You're going to win!"

"Come along, girl," the tattoo artist said, taking my daughter by the arm as I came like a whore in the middle of his parlor.

Juices soaked my fingers. My pleasure burned through my mind. I hovered at that pinnacle. I quivered there, my married twat spasming a final time around my fingers. I panted. Groaned. That hot tingle rippled across me. It reminded me that I was doing the right thing. I smiled, gasping for breath.

I pulled my fingers from my twat and rose. I sucked them clean, tasting the delicious flavor of my sweet pussy. I stumbled through the curtain of beads and found my daughter sitting in a padded chair. She had her blouse and bra already off, her large breasts on display. They were so ripe and plump and firm.

"Damn," the tattoo artist growled. "How old are you?"

"Nineteen," my daughter said.

He glanced at me. "Nineteen and with implants?"

"She has to dazzle," I said. "Now pierce her."

He shrugged.

My daughter gasped both times. The needle gun pierced through her pink nubs one after the other. Then they were being threaded with silver rings. Each had little metal balls that screwed the ends together. They look cute on her. Impressive. How many other girls competing would have them?

Just my sparkling Precious.

The tattoo artist flicked one, my daughter shuddered.

"Why don't you check them out, slut," he said, undoing his jeans. "You play with them while I collect the rest of my fee."

"I thought I was going to pay for them," I said. "The blowjob was just for the lack of appointment.

"I told you we were using a different type of credit," he grinned. He pulled out that big dick of his.

My pussy tightened.

"Mom!" my daughter gasped as I seized her large breasts.

My fingers dug into them, feeling her silicone implants. I studied her nipples. "They don't seem swollen at all," I said. "I thought they'd be tender or something. They look fine."

"Normally," he said. "It usually takes a few weeks for them to heal but..." This weird look crossed his face. I felt this tingle zapping from my fingers gripping my daughter's tits while she whimpered. Her eyes fluttered.

What was I asking about?

I stared down at my daughter's nipples, her full breasts clutched my hand. I squeezed them as she squirmed on the tattoo chair. I leaned down, this naughty thrill racing around my skin. Electric. My tongue flicked out, batting one of her nipple piercings. If flicked up and over her nipple, twisting through her nub. Her face writhed with pleasure. She whimpered, squirming.

The tattoo artist chuckled as he flipped up my skirt. Then I gasped as he ripped my panties away. The fabric tore with ease, but I didn't care. I spread my legs as I licked my daughter's piercing again. I played with that ring, loving how it would dazzle upon her.