Mind-Control Panties 08

I started my car and bucked out. She had her cheek pressed against the window. I rolled it down for her. I smiled as she thrust her head out. Her floppy dog ears flapped in the breeze. She looked like she was having so much fun. My dick throbbed, so glad I had my little sister-bitch to take care of.

I would be the best brother-owner in the world.

When I could, I petted my hand down her spine, sliding from her bare shoulders, across her belly shirt, to her lower back. She really wiggled when I scratched her right above the waistband of her jeans. She whimpered, her ass swaying.

She was missing something there.

She bounced with excitement as I pulled off the road into the large pet store's parking lot. She thrust her head back inside the car, grinning at me. Her brown hair was wind-tousled, her dog ears swaying. Her headband almost blended in with her hair color, nearly vanishing in her flowing locks.

"Going to get you everything you need," I told her. "You excited?"

"Yes!" she barked. "So excited."

I parked, and she bounded out of the car before I could even step out. I shook my head, glad that she raced around the car and came up to my side. Some sister-bitches you'd have to chase all over. She was such a good puppy. I scratched her head, and she smiled in delight. She clung to my arm as we swept inside. I was so excited to buy her everything she needed.

The sliding glass doors whisked open on our approach. The pet store was arrayed before us. It brimmed with possibilities. So many of them. Jane's head whipped around, her mane of long, brown hair sweeping about her shoulders. Her little breasts jiggled in her tight boob tube. Should a sister-bitch wear clothing? I blinked at that idea, this tingle racing through my body. Well, of course, she needed clothes. She couldn't go around naked.

Why not? the tingle seemed to whisper.

"Ooh, look at that," Jane said, tugging on my arm. "Ooh, ooh, it's so shiny. Can I have that?"

"You don't need a shiny dog bowl," I said, tugging her away. "Come on, I know exactly what you need."

"You're such a wonderful brother," she said. "I love you so much." Her head darted up so her tongue could lick my cheek.

I shuddered at it. So hot, a warm tongue.

We walked down the aisles, looking for what we needed. We passed chew toys, pet food, accessories for birds, fish tanks, and then we got to the collars. I passed the ones for cats', heading for the dogs'. There were so many of them. I looked around them, my gaze flicking right and left. There were some that were made of rough, canvas-like material while others were made of smooth leather. A sturdy material. Long lasting. Some were thick, but that didn't seem to fit my sister-bitch. She was a petite thing.

She needed something dainty.

When I laid eyes on the narrow black collar studded with shiny rivets, I knew it was perfect for her. I pulled it down, the heart-shaped tag swaying. The shiny metal glinted. I needed to have it engraved. I gripped the leather band, smiling.

"Oh, Eric, it's perfect," Jane said. "Can I wear it?"

"I have to pay for it," I said. "And it has to get engraved. I need to have your name on it so people will know who you are."

She beamed at me. I couldn't help but pet her head.

Next, we headed to the leashes. I wanted something to keep her close but had enough length to let her play. I couldn't let her get too far. I also wasn't a fan of those leashes that you could retract or play out. I wanted something more traditional. Something that would go with her collar. There was a black, leather leash. It was the same dark finish. It was pricier, but this was for my sister-bitch. I would spare no expenses for her.

I snagged it, my sister nodding in approval. She darted ahead of me, her cute rump wiggling in those tight jeans. I had to find that accessory. It was the next thing I needed. I headed down the aisle, looking. Scanning. A sister-bitch needed a tail.

Two aisles over, I found the animal tails. They had bushy fox tails, sleek cattails, crooked monkey tails, and even dog tails. I frowned. None of them were right. They were all the type that clipped onto the back of the pants or were held on by some sort of adhesive. They didn't look sturdy. None of them looked like they would be proper at all for my sister-bitch.

I frowned, picturing exactly what I needed. None had that cone at the end. That plug that would hold it in place.

Why didn't they sell anything like that here?

I spotted a store worker and motioned her over. She marched up and smiled at us. "Why, hello! Mmm, look at the two of you. You look so cute with your dog ears."

"I'm Eric's sister-bitch," Jane said with such delight. "He's buying me a leash and my collar and everything!"

I felt that tingle rippling over my sister while the salesgirl blinked her eyes. She shook her head, her dark hair swaying about the blue polo she wore. Her eyes went out of focus for a moment. "Oh, that's wonderful. And you need to get a tail for her, right?"

"Yeah, but you don't have the right ones," I said. "Where are the ones with the plug? You know, that I can insert. I want something physical so it will stay on her. None of these will work."

"Oh, I know what you're talking about," she said. "We don't sell those right here. You gonna need to go to a more adult store."

My cheeks burned a bit. "Oh," I said. "Like the... place just up the street..."

My sister-bitch gave me a confused look.

"Yep," the salesclerk said. "I'm sure you'll find what you need there. Is there anything else you need for your sister-bitch?"

"I want to get her name engraved on her tag," I said, holding up the collar.

"Why, just head to the back of the store and we take care of you," she said. She had such a friendly grin on her lips. She reached out to pet Jane's head.

Jane giggled in delight then darted up and licked the salesgirl's cheek.

The salesgirl laughed. "My, she's a friendly one."

"Yep," I said, my hand sliding down to grab my sister-bitch's ass through her jeans. "She's such a delight. I'm really enjoying having her around."

"I bet you are," she said. "You should take her to the park. She looks like she needs to run around. Burn off some energy."

My dick throb. "Oh, yes, she definitely needs to burn off some energy."

The salesgirl smiled and then headed off to help another customer. I led my sister to the back of the store. A middle-aged guy with thick glasses took the tag to inscribe Jane on the front and in small letters beneath, "Owned by her brother Eric." It took about ten minutes, then he handed it back over, the tag warm to the touch.

Jane gushed seeing her name written in the flowing cursive. "Oh, it's so pretty," she moaned. "Please, please, can I wear it? I want to wear it right now!"

"Let's go ring it up," I told her. "Then you can wear it. I'll walk you out and everything."

"Yes!" She barked.

Jane was antsy as we waited in line. There was a number of customers before us, and only one cashier working. The girl went as fast as she could, but it was still slow going. Jane whined. She pressed up against me. I felt her small breasts and hard nipples rubbing into my side. She humped her pussy against my leg, her denim rasping against my skin. She was so antsy. I squeezed her ass, holding her tight as she moaned. She definitely needed to go to the park and work off some energy.

I needed to work off some energy, too. My dick throbbed.

Finally, we reached the cashier. As she rang us up, a strange tingle rippled out of my sister. I blinked, shaking my head, then realized that the leash and collar were in a bag and that the cashier was smiling at me.

"Enjoy your day," she said.

I nodded, vaguely wondering how much it costs. I didn't have any money on me. How did I...?

The tingles soothed away any questions.

The moment we were outside the store, I pulled out the collar. Jane swept back her hair and held it out of the way. Her floppy dog ears swayed about her face as I wrapped the collar about her neck. I cinched it tight, the black leather contrasting with her pale skin. Her tag dangled down to the hollow of her throat, the metallic heart glinting. Her name shone. She let out a whimpering squeal of delight, bouncing in place, the tag flashing.

I pulled back on the tab on the leash, opening its clasp. I snapped it around the ring of Jane's collar. She trembled, her doggy ears swaying about her face. She stared up at me with such joy in her eyes as I gripped the leash. She couldn't get far away from me now. She let out a bark of joy, her face bursting with pleasure.

"I love it, love it, I love it!" she yapped, bouncing before me. She threw her arms around my neck and licked and lapped at my face. I groaned, letting her bathe me. Passing customers gave fond smiles.

"She's such a good sister-bitch, isn't she?" an old woman said, nodding in approval.

I grinned at her as Jane lapped up to my ear and then nibbled on it.

My cock was so hard.

"Come on," I said, aching to exercise her right here. "We need one more thing. Then we're going to the park. You can have so much fun."

"Yes!" she moaned and then fell down onto her hands and knees like a good sister-bitch.

I smiled as I held the leash and strolled across the parking lot. She scampered with me, crawling on her hands and knees, her floppy ears swaying about her cheeks. She didn't try to bolt away from me but stayed right beside me like a good sister-bitch.

Damn, I was so glad I had her.

When we reached my car, I opened the passenger door. She climbed right up, sitting on her knees in the seat, her head darting around. The heart-shaped tag glinted and flashed as it danced across the hollow of her throat. I unlatched her leash and closed the door. She immediately rolled down the window and stuck her head out. She had such joy in her flushed cheeks, her blue eyes shining.

I rushed around the car, climbed into the driver seat, and started the engine. She whooped in delight as I backed out of the space, her ass shoved right at me. Her jeans clung to it. The denim was in the way, hiding the truly delicious parts about her.

I placed my hand on her rump as I drove through the parking lot. I squeezed her ass, feeling her butt-cheeks flex through the denim as she wiggled. She would look so beautiful with her tail. I couldn't wait to buy it for her.

I had driven by the Adult Playhouse so many times. It had a sleazy look about it, the XXX flashing in red about the silhouette of a naked woman. All the windows were blacked out. The place promised to sell adult novelties. It promised such wicked delights inside.

I got out of my car and headed around the car to Jane's side. I opened her door and immediately snapped on the leash. She bounded out of the car and fell to her knees beside me. She rubbed her cheek into my calf.

I swallowed as I faced the store. Though I was nineteen, I'd never ben in this sort of place. I'd always chickened out. Well, I needed my sister-bitch and the last thing she needed was inside here. I led her to the door, Jane heeling me. I opened it, revealing the seedy shop.

Naked breasts were everywhere. On DVD boxes. Magazine covers. Sex toy boxes. Moans echoed through the store. Dirty videos played on small TVs in the corners. The gasps and groans rippled through the air. A shaggy guy leaned over a counter. He hardly glanced up from the magazine he read as I walked inside. Jane pressed against me. She whimpered. I could tell she was uncomfortable. I led her through the store, my cheeks burning. We passed the sex toys. There were so many of them.

"Damn," I muttered, glancing at some of the things. Fake cocks. Vibrators. Anal beads. There were some strangely shaped things.

And then I found it. They were right next to the butt plugs. I groaned at the sight of the tails. There were a cat tail and a furry dog tail matching the floppy ears my sister wore. I snagged it up, smiling delight.

"This is what you need," I said.

"Yes," barked Jane. She pressed her cheek against my calf again, rubbing against my hairy leg.

I tugged on the leash to get her to keep up with me as I strode away. I headed not towards the cashier, but back to the door. This tingle raced up the leash. I had what I needed. I didn't need anything else, though there were some interesting things...

Maybe I would come in next weekend to buy her some toys to play with.

"Hey, wait!" the shaggy guy grunted. "You have to..." His words trailed off though. I glanced at him, his face going blank. Then he said, "Have a good day."

"You too," I said and thrust open the door.

Daylight flooded around us. It almost was a physical presence. I groaned as I let my little sister out. She let out a bark relief and darted towards the car. She gasped as the leash pulled her up short. She turned around to look at me, impatience painted across her face. I chuckled and hurried towards her.

"I know, I know, eager to get to the park."

She nodded. I opened the car door, she scampered inside. When I unclipped her leash, she grabbed the hem of her belly shirt and pulled it up her body. She bared her small breasts, tossing the garment onto the car seat. I smiled at the side of her firm, little titties. Her nipples were hard.

I pinched one.

She giggled and growled. She nipped my hand with a playful bite. "I liked that, Eric."

I petted her hair through the open window. "You'll get to feel that a lot," I told her. "Now, are ready for the park?"

She nodded. Vigorously. Her puppy dog ears danced around her face. God, she was cute.

I raced to the park. I broke speeding laws to get us there. What should have taken ten minutes took three. I screeched to a halt in the parking space, breathing in the fresh air. I climbed out of the car, running around to free Jane. I clicked on her leash before she could get away. She whimpered, looking at the open grass. Her breasts quivered as she crouched beside the car.

"Eric!" she groaned.

"Get those jeans off and then we'll play," I said. "I don't know why I'm letting you wear clothes. You're a sister-bitch, and it's a beautiful day."

"Right," she barked.

She stood up to kick off her shoes. Then she wiggled off the pink socks she wore. Next were the jeans. She unsnapped them, her hips wiggling from side to side as she worked off the tight material. She exposed a pair of light blue panties. They were practically a thong but widened into a triangle at the top of her rump. I admired her ass, mostly visible thanks to the cloth vanishing between her butt-cheeks. I read the phrase on the back.

"Wild bitch."

Not any longer. I'd tamed her. She was my good sister-bitch.

I groaned when she shoved those panties down. She bent over, a light collection of brown hair adorning her virgin pussy. She stepped out of her panties and tossed them into the car. "I don't need those any longer."

"No, you don't," I said, rubbing her head.

She sank down to her hands and knees on the grass, her rump arched up. She was ready for her tail. I knelt down beside her and brought the conical end of the butt-plug to her lips. She instinctively knew what to do, opening her mouth wide. I pressed it passed her lips, letting her saliva soak it. She swirled her tongue around it, whimpering. Her little breasts quivered and jiggled.

"What a beautiful sister-bitch," a woman complimented as she walked by, her dainty Pomeranian scampering ahead.

"Thanks," I said. "I finally decided to take her in hand. She's been a brat, but no longer."

"That's marvelous," the woman said. "You enjoy your day."

I nodded, pulling the conical end of the butt-plug from my sister-bitch's lips.

My dick throbbed as I brought the butt plug to my sister's asscheeks. I pressed the cone between them, finding her sphincter. She groaned, her dew glistening on her pubic hair. I could smell the spicy scent of Jane's pussy. I breathed in the scent as I pushed the tail's plug against her backdoor.

She groaned and whimpered, her back arching. Her asshole widened and widened, swallowing more and more of the spit-lubed butt plug. She gasped, her head tossing, floppy ears dancing. Her asshole stretched wider. My dick ached as I watched it vanish into her asshole.

It was seated in her all the way. Her doggy tail draped over the crack and dangled down between her thighs, hiding her pussy from view. She shuddered, moaning as she wiggled her hips. Her tail wagged back and forth, her cunt flashing.

"How do you feel?" I asked, glancing at her.

"Perfect!" she barked. "Oh, Eric, thank you!"

She scampered around, her tail swishing, and darted to me. She licked up my face, her tongue bathing me. Our lips met and I kissed her. I thrust my tongue into my sister-bitch's mouth. I gripped the leash groaning as I loved her. She was so energetic. So in need of her walk.

I broke the kiss and stood up, grinning at her. "Come on," I said. "Let's stroll around the park."

"Yes!" she barked.

She crawled ahead of me, her new tail swishing back and forth. She was finally perfect. Naked and beautiful, my sister-bitch with all her accessories. Her collar jangled with her every step. I sauntered after her, adjusting my cock in my jeans. I couldn't help but stare at that tight ass, her doggy tail swishing over her butt-cheeks. Her pussy would peek out, that pink slit adorned by her curly-brown pubic hair. Dew glistened on her silky strands, showing her excitement.

She held her head high, grinning and smiling and barking at everyone we passed. Her nose twitched as she breathed. Her ass wiggled, butt-cheeks flexing. People smiled at us, nodding. I received such a wonderful compliment.

"What an obedient sister-bitch," an old man said, a tingle racing down the leash for my sister. "You're a lucky young man."

"He is!" she growled. "My brother-owner tamed me. I was such a wild bitch, always bugging him, but now..."

"Now she's such a good girl," I said, scratching between her ears.

"Yes!" she moaned, her hips wiggling.

"That's wonderful," the guy said. "I wish I had a sister-bitch."

"It's a treat," I said. "Come on, Jane, let's keep going."

"Right!" she barked.

My sister-bitch crawled ahead, grass blades whisking against her hands and knees. Her head darted to and fro. As I walked her, guys and girls would come up to pet her head. Sometimes, she would lick their hands while other times she would cower close to me, especially if they were tall guys. She'd press against me and whimper. I scratched her head to reassure her. A moment later, she'd forget her fear and scamper on ahead, her tail swishing behind her.

She'd sniff little flowers peeking through the grass of the field. Her head would dart to and fro as some new sight arrested her attention. Sometimes she would rush forward only to get caught up short by the leash. Other times, she crawled at my pace, just breathing in all the scents, her little titties quivering. A bead of pussy juices ran down her right thigh.

Our path took us near a large pine tree. She whimpered as she approached it, then she looked at me. I frowned at her, asking "Is something wrong?"

"I have to pee," she said. "Is it all right to go here?"

"Yes." I grinned at her. "I mean, you are a sister-bitch."

Jane smiled. She reached the tree, turning around. She squatted down and groaned. I watched the yellow urine splashing against the trunk. It spilled on the wood to the ground, soaking in it. My dick grew even harder. I rubbed at it, watching her urine flow. She moaned and whimpered, this look of delight on her face.

"Ooh, Eric, I held it for so long," she moaned. "Thank you."

"Just looking out for my cute sister-bitch," I said, scratching her head.

She nuzzled her face in my crotch. She breathed in. "Mmm, you smell so good. And your dick is so hard. Do you need me to lick your cock again?"