Mind-Control Panties 09

Worshiping the Queen

The figure entered the department store. By now, this sort of store was familiar to it. It had been in a similar place before. It moved, sliding between the shoppers, not noticed. It was so average. So nondescript. Nothing to be concerned about. Why give it a second glance?

The figure trembled. It could feel the building ecstasy. Eight panties had gone out. Eight girls mind-controlled into new beings. The rush of meddling was almost orgasmic to the figure. It shuddered, clutching its newest pair of panties.

They were snow-white and decorated with bands of dainty lace. On the rump, between the stripes, were two words stitched in gold, cursive letters: Top Queen.

The figure was eager for its intended person. Elizabeth "Liz" Donaldson. The figure just knew she was the perfect person to pick up the panties.

The figure reached the clothing section and its uninspired collection of lingerie. Nothing like the more titillating designs it had seen at trendy clothing stores. No, these were utilitarian panties. Just the sort that its target would buy.

With a flick of its wrist, the panties landed on a pile of packaged underwear. And then, without a second glance, the figure was ghosting away, not noticed at all by the nineteen-year-old girl wandering in, a red shopping basket slung under her arm. Her hair fell in a long, blonde braid down her back. She peered at the cloths, in need of a new package of panties.

Liz--only her parents called her Elizabeth--paused when she saw the ruffled lace of the panties. She frowned, picking them up. They were so out of place. Something just so regal and majestic about them. She stroked the lace, and a tingle raced through her. Her fingers traced the cursive letters.

"Top Queen," she whispered. Something stirred inside of her. This imperial instinct. She shuddered and dropped the panties into her shopping basket.

Blinking, she snagged the package of underwear she came to buy and dropped them down on the more majestic pair, covering the special undergarment. The tingle racing through her body, she hurried to the cash registers.

Like with other panties made by the figure, no one noticed that it didn't ring up when the cashier scanned it. But she didn't pay for it. After all, it was a gift. One that would change Liz's life forever.

* * *

Elizabeth "Liz" Donaldson

A tingle raced through me as I stepped into my college building that morning. I had on those strange panties I found three weeks ago. I had never worn anything so majestic before. I kept brushing my skirt, feeling the bands of lace that adorned the panties through the fabric. I couldn't believe I had bought them. That I was wearing them. Every day I had stared at them in my drawer, forcing myself from grabbing them. I kept telling myself they weren't me. I was just plain Liz. I was nothing special. I don't need to wear panties like that.

Today, I cracked.

"Hey, Elizabeth," Rosa said as she walked by. She was a Hispanic girl with a silver nose ring piercing her left nostril. She had a round face and brown eyes. Her large breasts were cupped in a halter top, a pair of tight jeans gripping her ass. "How was the weekend?"

"Oh, fine," I said, blinking. Did she just call me Elizabeth? Only my parents called me that. Not even my professors did.

"Hey, Elizabeth," Maryanne said, her sandy-blonde hair gathered in a pair of pigtails. She liked dressing like she was younger than she was. She had the weird idea the boys would find it hot. Maybe they did because she always seemed to be dating a different guy. She had her backpack slung hanging from both shoulders, making her look so cute in her one-piece dress. Her hazel eyes gleamed while the freckles on her cheeks danced as she smiled. "How's it going?"

"Fine," I said. I cocked my head at her, feeling this strange tingle racing from the panties I was wearing. "You called me Elizabeth."

"Uh, yeah," she said. She blinked. "What else would I call you?"

"Liz," I said.

"But doesn't Elizabeth just sound better?" She grinned at me. "You don't look much like a Liz. Definitely Elizabeth."

I don't know why, but hearing her say that triggered this strange itch inside of me. I felt almost that wet urge to masturbate. Warmth dotted my cheeks at that realization. Why would one of my friends calling me by my full name stir that emotion to me? It was like she was a cute boy.

"Hey, Elizabeth," another one of my friends named Rochelle said. She was a brunette with curly hair and a heart-shaped face. She, too, had big tits like Rosa, but Rochelle didn't show them off. She dressed a little more conservatively. Like I did.

"How was your weekend?"

"Fine," I said. "What are you girls up to? Why are you calling me by my full name?"

Rochelle gave me this puzzled look before she took my hand. To my shock, she brought my fingers up to her lips and kissed them like she was a knight and I was a lady in ye olden times.

"What was that?" I asked.

"Greeting you," Rochelle said, the tingles racing out of my panties again.

"Oh," I said.

"Looks fun," Maryanne said. She took my hand from Rochelle and did the same, her lips feeling hot. A shudder ran through me. I shifted my hips, blinking at that.

"You make me feel like I'm a lady or something," I said.

"Well, you are lady," said Maryanne, a mischievous grin on her lips. "Lady Elizabeth." She said with an Elizabethan accent like she was in a Shakespeare play or something. She even did a little bit of a bow.

The itch in my pussy intensified. The warmth in my cheeks spread. I kept walking through the halls, my bliss deepening as more and more girls were pausing to greet me. Some would take my hand and kiss the back of it while others who were wearing skirts would do little curtsies. It was so surreal. It was like they were playing some sort of prank on me. I just couldn't figure out why?. It was so strange of them to do this.

It was all so flattering.

When I walked into my first class, the couple of girls who were seated stood up and smiled at me. "Hi, Elizabeth."

"Hi," I answered back, a little put off.

Christina, wearing a purple skirt, did a little curtsy. Her cheeks were scarlet as she straightened.

"Elizabeth," said Heather as she walked in. She took my hand and kissed the back of it. "Good weekend?"

"Yeah," I said, aroused and bemused all at the same time.

I took my seat, feeling the girls glancing at me. I didn't understand what was going on, or why I liked it so much. I wasn't one for seeking attention. I preferred to just do my thing, listen to the professor's lecture, do my schoolwork, and go home. Sure, I'd hang out with some of my friends or something, but I wasn't one who wanted to be noticed. I didn't dress flashy. I didn't prance around so everyone would look at me.

I wasn't special at all, and yet...

And yet that itch grew between my thighs. Why did their attention feel so good?

As the day went on, I was starting to get used to girls coming up and kissing my hand, curtsying, and complimenting me. All of them called me Elizabeth. Even girls I had never talked to before. All the girls, from the older girls who ignored underclassmen to younger girls who had other role-models to emulate, treated me with deference. They all were paying attention to me. I walked with my back straight through the halls. I had a big smile on my lips.

When lunch came, I met Maryanne on the way. When we entered the cafeteria, she led me to our usual table, sat me down, and said, "I'm going to get your food, Elizabeth."

"Sure," I said, still little bemused by that, but if she wanted to buy me lunch, I wasn't about to say no.

"Wow, lucky," Rochelle said. She sat down across from me, her curly hair swaying about her heart-shaped face. "I wanted to buy Elizabeth lunch."

"Well, I get to do it," Maryanne said, whirling around. Her sandy-blonde pigtails bounced as she darted off.

Rosa came up, holding her tray. She gasped, "Oh no, I should've bought you something, Elizabeth," she said as she hurried over to the table. "Let me just set this down, and I'll go get your lunch."

"Maryanne's already on it," Rochelle said, sounding desultory. "I guess I better just go buy mine."

"You could buy mine tomorrow," I told her.

My friend brightened. "I would love that."

They were treating me like I was... a queen. I became suddenly so aware of those panties I was wearing. White with the delicate lace and cursive letters stitched in gold thread. I smiled, knowing it was silly that panties could cause my friends to be acting weird around me, but it was still a fun fantasy.

Maryanne soon returned with my lunch. She set down the tray before me. The food looked delicious. Girls were hovering around us. They swirled in circles about us like a school of fish while I ate with my friends. They were whispering and shooting my friends' envious looks. Rosa, Maryanne, and Rochelle were all beaming. They looked like the cats who'd cornered the mouse, so proud of themselves. It was like sitting with me was this great honor.

Why should that be?

"Will someone take care of my tray for me?" I said when I finished.

A chorus of "I will!" echoed around me.

Rosa snagged it up and hurried away, a sway to her steps. I found my eyes lingering on her rump in the tight jeans she wore. She was a cute girl. I couldn't blame her for showing off her curvy body. If I had tits as big as hers...

The rest of the day went on as more of the same: girls flattering me, complementing me, and giving me praise. A little shiver ran from my tingling panties every time a girl took my hand and kissed it. I smiled when they curtsied. A few even did little bows, placing their hands on their stomachs and bending over. I wanted to pet their heads.

They were so sweet.

Finally, my last class was over. I swept out into the hallway, my growing retinue of girls clustering around me. They were all chattering and giggling. They all seemed so happy to walk with me. My back was straight, my steps firm. My friends started drifting in to join us, Rosa and Maryanne and Rochelle slipping through the crowd to be right by my side.

"And who would like to do my English homework,?" I asked, pulling it out of my bag and holding it up.

"I'd be honored, Elizabeth," said Britney. She was a senior, twenty and a girl who used to think she was so much better than me. She looked so joyous as I handed over the work. "There better not be any mistakes."

"There won't be," she said, clutching it to her chest like it was something precious.

"And let's see, who's good at math?"

"I have a three point eight five," said a Black girl. She had glasses perched on her nose. She was a freshman, but she looked smart. The type a girl who'd be in math class far more advanced than she should be for her year. I handed it over to her.

By the time I had my homework divvied up, we were exiting the building. I felt so amazing. It was a wonderful day. My friends walked home with me, chatting. I savored it. It was sad when we had to part to go onto our homes, but each of them took my hand, kissing it with her gentle lips. The ache built and built in my pussy.

When I was alone in my bedroom, with a bunch of free time on my hands since I had no homework to do, I knew how to pass the time.

I stripped down to just my panties. My fingers stroked the dainty lace before I shoved my digits past the waistband. I slid through my trimmed bush to find my wet pussy. I groaned as I squirmed on the bed, loving my pussy. It was incredible. I just thought about all those girls wanting to serve me. It was such an intoxicating rush.

I came hard.

The next day, I was wearing the same panties. I made sure to wash them, ensuring that they were perfect. I went with the shortest skirt and an older blouse that fit a bit more snug around my round breasts. I strolled to my college, loving that even older women I passed paused to smile at me, nodding their head and murmuring their greetings to me. I felt like I was a queen strolling through her domain and all the commoners were pausing to give her happy smiles.

At least the female ones. And, frankly, they were the only ones that mattered.

When I was about halfway to my college, Maryanne appeared. She smiled when she saw me and rushed over. She had a red tulip clutched in her hand. I smiled as she knelt down before me, looking like a beautiful knight. She raised up her flower in token to her queen. I took it from her, inhaling the sweet scent.

"My thanks, Maryanne. You may rise."

"Do you love it, Elizabeth?" she asked in this breathy tone.

I tucked the tulip behind my ear, knowing the red would stand out against the golden hue of my blonde hair. "It is delightful."

I offered her my arm. She took it and we strolled to our college. She had such a happy smile on her face. Rosa and Rochelle appeared soon. Rosa had her own gift for me, a small locket shaped like a heart. Her golden-brown cheeks were flushed dark as she handed it to me, murmuring, "I put that picture of the two of us from when we went to summer camp as kids."

"I love it," I said. "You may place it about my neck."

Rosa beamed at me as she unclasped the delicate chain of the locket. She pressed up against me, her face inches from mine, to put it on me. I could feel the round swell of her breasts against mine, a tingle racing for my nipples as she placed the locket around my neck. She reached behind me, sliding her hands beneath my braid of blonde hair. She concentrated for a moment, and then she clasped it. This look of joy crossed her face.

Her lips brushed mine for a single kiss.

She gasped and jumped back, her golden-brown cheeks flushing. "I'm so sorry, Elizabeth." She looked down. "I should've asked."

"You gave me a magnificent gift," I said, lifting her chin. Her lips were so kissable. I leaned in and gave her what she'd stolen. I kissed her, a shudder racing through me as I felt another girl's lips against mine. She groaned, melting into my mouth. My lips moved against hers, and she responded with equal fervor.

After a moment, I broke the kiss, my cheeks flaming. Rochelle and Maryanne watched, both looking on with envy.

"I'm so sorry, Elizabeth," Rochelle said, staring down at her feet. "I forgot to get you something. I'll go buy something right now."

"That is okay," I told her. "Tomorrow, I know you will buy me something magnificent. Something that I will thoroughly enjoy."

She nodded her head vigorously. "Thank you for your understanding, Elizabeth."

I offered Rosa my other arm, the Hispanic girl beaming. Her nose ring glinted as we strolled down the street, Rochelle trailing after us. I could be magnanimous. Rochelle was still my friend. Tomorrow, however, she'd better have something for me.

More and more girls clustered around us as we grew nearer to our college. They curtsied and smiled at me. Brittany had my English homework, handing it over with care. Other girl showed up, slipping me my assignments. I give them each a kiss on the lips.

It was so sweet. I loved the feel of them. The way they quivered against me. I could feel the swell of their breasts, the different sizes and shapes of them, through our clothing. My tongue slipped into their mouths, exploring them.

They all beamed. They practically floated afterward. The other girls who witnessed the kisses looked so envious. I could see it in their eyes that they would all be so eager to please me. The wet itch formed in my pussy. I shuddered as we strolled into the college building.

Girls curtsied wherever I went. Others kissed my knuckles. A few had their own gifts. They gave me small trinkets, a new charm bracelet to adorn my wrist, a new set of earrings, a vibrant shade of lipstick for me to wear. Each girl received a kiss. My hands slid around their bodies, pulling them tight against me. They moaned, their lips working against mine. I squeezed their asses, feeling their rumps.

I knew they were mine.

The wet itch built and built in me as the day went on. I shuddered. Despite my growing excitement, I maintained my regal bearing as I strode through my subjects.

I permitted Rochelle to buy me lunch. She was eager to do it, clearly needing to make up for her failure this morning. She moved fast from the table, shouting at girls to get out of her way because she was "on an important errand for Elizabeth."

She soon returned with my lunch.

Rosa and Maryanne sat beside me, beaming in delight as we ate. Between bites, I kept giving them little kisses. Quick nibbles on the lips. They groaned, giggling in delight. Rochelle, sitting across the table, pouted. She had her arms folded beneath her large tits. Her heart-shaped face looked so beautiful as she sighed in envy.

When I was done eating, I rose and beckoned Rochelle. She disturbed something special. I took a lock of her curly, brown hair and pulled her to me. Such joy burst to life in her brown eyes as she realized she would get to kiss me.

I felt the large swell of her breasts against mine. My nipples throbbed as I kissed her with hunger. I thrust my tongue boldly into her mouth. My hands cupped her ass through her skirt. I pulled her tight, my clit aching. Throbbing. Our tongues danced together. Our noses brushed. It was heavenly.

This heady rush surged through me.

All the girls around us clapped and cheered.

"You're so lucky, Rochelle!"

"Kiss Elizabeth well," another moaned.

"Rochelle, Rochelle, you have to kiss me next. I have to taste her up on your lips."

"Elizabeth, what can I do to earn your kiss?"

I broke the kiss with Rochelle, staring into her eyes. "Follow me."

"Yes, Elizabeth," she moaned.

We had some time before lunch was over and our next class began.

My subjects parted before us, melting out of the way. I strode forward, ignoring the boys as they glanced at me. They were all confused by the girls paying attention to me. The jocks shook their heads, missing their normal gaggle of simpering sluts. Boyfriends motioned to their girlfriends, trying to get them to sit down with them. But the ladies were all focused on me.

I strode into the girls' restroom. I shuddered, the heat in my pussy mounting. I walked into the last stall, Rochelle behind me.

"Finger me until I cum," I commanded her. "I need it."

"Yes, Elizabeth," my friend said.

She didn't hesitate to shove her hand up beneath my skirt. I shuddered as her fingers slid up my inner thighs. She caressed my silky flesh. Tingles rippled through me. My pussy clenched. She reached the gusset of my panties, rubbing across them. A hot shudder ran through me. I groaned as her fingers pressed my regal panties into my pussy. I closed my eyes, letting the pleasure rush through me.

This was so much better than masturbation. This was another person touching me. A girl!

I licked my lips, whimpering in delight. I could feel my juices soaking the fabric. They must be bleeding through to stain her fingers with my excitement. I whimpered as she traced my virgin slit, sliding up to my clit.

I gasped when she nudged it.

"I'm so honored to do this," she moaned. "Thank you, Elizabeth."

"You're welcome," I moaned. "Now make me cum. I need it."

"Yes!"

She hooked the gusset of my panties to the side. I shuddered as her finger brushed my hot folds, my silky pubic hair rustling. It was incredible to feel the direct contact of her flesh on mine. My toes curled in my shoes. My nipples throbbed.

I seized the back of her neck and pulled her head towards me. I claimed her lips again as she slid her fingers up and down my slit. I thrust my tongue into her mouth, dueling with hers while the pleasure flowed through me. It was this wonderful, amazing delight. I felt dizzy from it. I was going to explode right here and now.