Mind-Control Panties 09

Our tongues danced as Rochelle fingered me. The brunette's digits felt amazing sliding up and down my virgin folds. I held her tight, our breasts pressed together. I could feel how large hers were through her blouse and bra. My nipples throbbed as she worshiped me. Her fingers danced up and down my folds.

It was so much better than masturbating.

I reveled in my power. I was her queen. Tingles raced from my panties, electrifying my flesh. Rochelle moaned, her fingers strumming my clit. She massaged the hard bud. Her fingers danced in circles around it. I groaned, my body trembling. My orgasm hurtled closer and closer. Her fingers drove me towards that amazing moment.

I broke the kiss and, staring into her brown eyes, moaned, "Make me cum. I need it. I need to explode on your fingers."

"Yes, Elizabeth!" she gasped, her body trembling. "Just surrender to your passion. Please, please, you need to do it! I need to apologize!"

Her thumb and finger pinched my clit. I gasped at the surge of pleasure. It was something I'd never done to myself. It was amazing. She rolled my little bud, stimulating it. My virgin cunt clenched deep inside of me. I trembled against her, whimpering. That wonderful pleasure surged through me.

I exploded.

"Yes, yes, you're making me cum! Oh, you're making me cum so hard! You're such a good girl. Such a wonderful... lady. Oh, yes, yes, Lady Rochelle!"

"Queen Elizabeth!" she moaned and kissed me.

I shuddered through my pleasure. The rippling waves of rapture carried me higher and higher. Each swell of bliss lifted me. I reached such heights, almost brushing the heavens of ecstasy. I hovered there for a moment, groaning into her sweet lips. My delicious lady massaged my bud. She kept me cumming. Until I hit the peak. The absolute pinnacle of my pleasure.

I fell into the bliss. I groaned, our kiss softening. Her fingers withdrew from my pussy as I buzzed in delight. My body trembled. I groaned, my nose brushing hers.

I broke the kiss and said, "We are very pleased with you. You have pleasured us immensely, Lady Rochelle."

"I'm so happy, Your Majesty!"

She thrust her fingers, soaked in my cream, into her mouth. Her eyes closed, and she savored my effervescent flavor. I could tell how much she loved my royal juices. I smiled, feeling satiated. I was able to face the rest of my school day.

I strolled out of the restroom, leaving Rochelle frantically masturbating herself. I hoped she could cum before she had to go to class. She sounded like she was in such need. I stepped out of the restroom and smiled as my court awaited me. Delicious maidens curtsied and bowed. They all beamed at me. The tingle of my panties raced out of me.

"Your Majesty!" they cried. "Queen Elizabeth!"

I nodded to them as I wove through them. My other two ladies-in-waiting, Lady Rosa and Lady Maryanne, curtsied when I reached them. I smiled at them and gave them each a quick kiss on the lips. "You may accompany us to our class."

"Were honored, Your Majesty," Rosa said in her Latina accent. It was such a delicious treat to hear.

I strolled through the halls, nodding to my subjects. All the girls knew me. I was their Queen. The female professors all curtsied at the sight of me. They blushed and shuddered. I smiled at them, nodding my head to acknowledge them. I felt so amazing. I walked back straight, my chin lifted high. I knew I would have such a wonderful time as their Queen.

The heat returned to my pussy.

Luckily, I had my ladies-in-waiting.

After my final lesson, and after my homework was distributed, Lady Rosa and Lady Maryanne fingered my twat. I groaned as they nibbled on my neck. They kissed and licked and caressed me. They found my ears, teasing my lobes while their fingers both danced up and down my folds. I whimpered as the court watched on, the bevy of beautiful girls all sighing in envy.

They all wanted to touch my royal pussy. They all wanted to stroke me. Finger me.

Make me cum.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I gasped as my orgasm spilled through me. "We are so pleased with you, my Ladies. You have given us such a wonderful gift."

"We're just so honored to serve you," Lady Rosa moaned.

"Yes, yes, we love you, Your Majesty," Lady Maryanne gushed right before she kissed me on the lips.

I savored that wonderful kiss.

I floated on the walk home, escorted by my retinue. They surrounded me, keeping at bay the scoundrel men who lurked in the world. None can get close to me thanks to my honor guard of coed beauties. They sauntered around me, my Lady Knights. I would have to reward them. I would have to give them all the chance to finger my pussy.

When I reached my house, I allowed Brittany to do just that. The senior girl gave me quite an orgasm on my porch. I gasped out in delight, letting my queendom hear my passion. It was wonderful. I shuddered, closing my eyes, and just let the pleasure rush through me.

I left Brittany sucking my juices off her fingers like it was the most precious thing in the world. It was.

The next morning, I stepped out of my house, smiling to see my court already assembled. My three ladies-in-waiting were there, each holding a gift for me. I was dressed in the shortest skirt I had, a gift from my mother. She recognized what I was, what I needed. The skirt was tartan, a mix of regal purples and royal blues all intertwined together to make a plaid pattern. It barely covered my rump. My blouse was tight and white, molding to my round breasts. My blonde hair fell in a stately braid, a white ribbon entwined through it.

Lady Maryanne held a crown in her hand made of gold with little amethyst sparkling in it. I smiled and lowered my head, allowing her to place it upon my brow.

"Your Majesty," she moaned, trembling before me.

I kissed her on the mouth.

Lady Rosa presented me with a pair of stiletto heels, beautiful and dainty, something to accent my outfit. I bade her to kneel, lifting my foot so she could place the first shoe upon my foot. She looked up my skirt and gasped.

I didn't need my panties any longer. I was the Queen now. She saw my pussy, shaved for me by my wonderful mother, my folds bare and glistening. I could see the hunger in the Latina beauty's eyes. "Oh, Your Majesty, thank you for allowing me this view."

"We are well pleased with your gift," I purred. "You may place a single kiss upon my netherlips."

Rosa lifted her face. I spread my legs a little farther apart, shifting on my new heels. I trembled as I felt her hot breath caressed my pussy lips. A wicked shudder ran through me. And then her lips planted upon my vulva.

I groaned as I felt her mouth kissing my pussy. Her tongue darted out just for a moment, flicking across my virgin folds. I shuddered, that wonderful heat swelling through me. I let out a whimper as she pulled her mouth away.

I needed more.

I seized her short, brown hair. I jerked her head back to my pussy and moaned, "We have changed our mind. We desire for you to keep kissing us. Do not stop until we have flooded your mouth with our passion."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Rosa moaned moments before I pressed her face against my pussy.

My eyes fluttered as she licked at my virgin folds. Her tongue caressed up and down my slit, brushing my clit. Little sparks of passion burst inside of me. I whimpered, my fingers clenching about her hair. I held her against my delicious flesh. I trembled, savoring every lick. Every hot caress of her tongue felt amazing.

She worshiped me.

I stared out at my subjects as they watched. Rochelle clutched her gift in her hand, held in the rectangular box covered in red felt. On the other side of her, Maryanne quivered. She licked her lips, clearly envious of the delights that Rosa was permitted to enjoy.

A wicked thought danced through my mind.

"Lady Maryanne," I moaned, Rose's tongue caressing up and down my folds. "We desire you to kneel behind us, part our butt-cheeks, and vigorously apply your tongue upon our asshole."

She shuddered in rapture. "Yes, Your Majesty!"

A whimpering sigh ran through the court. All those hot coeds trembled. They held each other's hands, their cheeks flushed as they watched me being pleasured. My nipples ached, pressing into my pristine blouse. Maryanne, this look of joy on her face, moved behind me. She knelt and lifted my skirt.

I had never even thought of this before, but the wanton idea popped into my head. I want to have two tongues licking me. That would be perfect. Rosa lapped faster up my folds, stroking me, teasing me. I whimpered, drinking in her delight as Maryanne parted my butt-cheeks.

"Thank you for this, Queen Elizabeth," my lady-in-waiting moaned before she pressed her face between my asscheeks.

I gasped at the wicked sensation of her tongue swirling around my sphincter. She caressed the puckered hole, teasing me. Her fingers dug into my butt-cheeks as her tongue swirled and rimmed my asshole. It was such a wicked treat. Such a naughty delight to experience.

I enjoyed being a queen.

My moans drifted over the lawn, my court groaning in envy. Girls were swaying, watching with such hungry eyes. They were all envious of what my two ladies-in-waiting were doing to me. Rosa and Maryanne applied their tongues was such vigorous delight.

They savored eating me.

"Yes, yes, we are enjoying your tongue so much!" I moaned. "We are confident that we shall cum hard upon your tongues. Yes, yes, keep licking us! Keep licking our pussy and our asshole!"

"Make her cum," Rochelle moaned, her fingers gripping her gift. Her feverish eyes watching, her hips wiggling from side to side.

I smiled at her, eager for her gift but desiring my orgasm first.

Rosa's tongue swirled around my clit. She danced around it, kissing it, sending such delight surging through me. At the same moment, Maryanne pressed her tongue tight against my sphincter. She pressed it deeper and deeper into me, my anal ring surrendering to it. She penetrated my bowels, her wet tongue caressing my velvety depths.

Such a naughty thing to experience. I was in heaven, dual delights racing through me. I whimpered and moaned, trembling as the two naughty coeds please me. I gripped Rosa's short hair as I whimpered. All these wonderful sensations rippled through me.

"Yes, you are bringing us closer and closer to our orgasm," I moaned. "Thrust that tongue into our asshole, Lady Maryanne. And Lady Rosa, suck hard on our clit. Yes, do that. You shall make us cum!"

"Cum, Your Majesty!" Brittany moaned from the crowd.

"Drench Lady Rosa's face with your passion!" another girl moaned. "Oh, Your Majesty, you are so beautiful!"

"I hope to be worthy of eating you out, Queen Elizabeth!"

"I would tongue your asshole!" whimpered a freshman, her petite body trembling. "I love you, Your Majesty!"

"I'll be your lezzie slut, Your Majesty!"

"Queen Elizabeth, I would gladly be your pussy licker!"

Their moans rippled around me. They drove me closer and closer to my orgasm. I swelled, trembling. Rosa sucked hard on my clit. Maryanne thrust her tongue deep into my asshole. The sensations they generated rippled through my body. My pussy tightened deep inside of me. My virgin flesh quivered. Convulsed.

I came.

"Yes, yes, yes!" I moaned as my juices gushed out of me. "We are most pleased!"

Rosa groaned as she lapped up my cream. Her tongue flicked up and down my slit, gathering up my hot juices. My asshole writhed around Maryanne's tongue at the same moment. My bowels quivered and convulsed as she probed in and out of my velvety depths.

Wave after wave of pleasure swept through me. My moans grew louder. Stars burst in front of my eyes, celebrating my majesty. My mind drank in the pleasure rippling through my body. It was amazing. I climbed higher and higher, soaring to those wonderful pinnacles of euphoria.

"Yes, you have served us well!" I moaned as my orgasm peaked.

Died.

Rose and Maryanne pulled their mouths from my nethers. They rose, Rosa's mouth and chin coated in my cream. Maryanne came around and seized the Latina beauty, kissing her. They both moaned, savoring the flavors of my two holes.

I shuddered, my body buzzing in delight. My eyes fell on my third lady-in-waiting. "Lady Rochelle, present to us your gift."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" She moaned, her voice quivering. She stepped up before me, knelt, and held up the red box before her.

I opened it and gasped.

Inside was a snowy vibrator, its body made of smooth plastic. It was a thick and long phallus, its black base was ridged along the outside edge. I picked it out of its bed of black velvet. I stroked the smooth surface and then turned it on with a twist of the base.

It buzzed.

My pussy clenched. "Oh, Lady Rochelle, you shall be permitted the honor of taking our virginity with this precious gift."

"Thank you, Your Majesty," she moaned.

I turned it off and returned it back to its bed. "Hold onto it until we are ready to enjoy it."

"You honor me, Your Majesty," Rochelle moaned as she snapped shut the box. "When you desire it, I shall be there."

"We know you shall be," I said, favoring her with a smile. I stepped off my porch, my tartan skirts swishing about my thighs. As I passed my lady-in-waiting, I caressed her cheek.

Rochelle whimpered in delight.

My three ladies-in-waiting flowed around me, following me while the rest of my court parted before me. I sauntered down the pathway to the gate and then out onto the sidewalk. It was a beautiful day, a perfect one to saunter through my queendom. The college coeds, my beautiful court, chattered and laughed and giggled in the background, all so happy to be with me. Women we passed in the road gasped in delight. "Your Majesty," they called. "May you have a blessed day."

"May all your orgasms be delicious, Queen Elizabeth," a jogger said, her large breasts bouncing in her top. She had a hungry glint in her eyes. I knew she wanted to give me one of those orgasms.

I was eager to receive all of them I could. My worshipers would fall to their knees and devour my pussy. My asshole. They would suck on my breasts. They would finger me. Use toys on me. They would all give me such pleasure. I could just sit upon my throne, spread my thighs, and spend hours in utter delight. My pussy grew hotter and hotter as I thought about it, my royal cream trickling down my thighs.

I would never lower myself to touch their pussies. I would never fall to my knees and devour their cunts. I was their queen. It just wasn't proper. They were honored to touch me. To please me. It was just the way of things.

"Your Majesty," girls said as they swept in and joined the retinue as they were walking to our college, big smiles on their lips when they saw me. Some abandoned their boyfriends to join me. The guys shook their heads, not understanding that they weren't worthy enough to come anywhere near me. Luckily, I had the living barrier of my court to keep those uncouth males away. They were lucky they could even glimpse me.

Soon we reached our college, the girls all chattering. My homework was supplied, the girls each fortunate enough to receive a kiss on the lips. My tongue plunged into their mouths, of course, letting them know that they were mine. They shuddered in delight.

I swept into the college, my court peeling off as the girls went to their own classes. A small core remained around me, the ones who shared my first hour. They were a large enough barrier against the unseemly boys. My ladies kept the males away from me. I swept into my classroom, my professor's eyes lighting up. Mrs. Stevens shuddered, her fingers playing with her wedding ring. She was a busty delight, her brown hair sweeping about her face. She was dressed sexier than usual, a plunging blouse with a square neckline that I had never seen her wear before. She usually wore everything up to her throat. Her skirt was short. Daring. She had nylons on. She curtsied, lifting her skirt higher, revealing that she wore thigh-high stockings.

"Mrs. Stevens, what a delightful outfit you're wearing," I purred. "We are pleased that you dressed this way for us."

She blushed. "I'm honored you approve."

"You shall have the honor of pleasuring us during this class."

I sank down at the chair at the front. There was no desk before it. I didn't need it. I spread my thighs, sitting on my makeshift throne. The married woman stared at me, her breath quickening. She could see my nineteen-year-old pussy. She licked her lips with hunger and then fell to her knees before me.

I closed my eyes and quivered as she applied her tongue on my vulva. I arched my back, moaning. My nipples throbbed in my blouse. The girls surrounded us, a barrier to keep those nasty boys from seeing. They all drifted out anyways, realizing they had no place here. I gasped and moaned, my orgasm building quickly.

I soaked my professor's mouth with my cream when I came. She kept licking me. She gave me three wondrous orgasms before my class was finished.

"You have pleasured us greatly," I purred when she finished, my cream dripping off her lips and down her chin. Her brown eyes stared up at me, glazed with lust. I cupped her chin and kissed her, tasting my spicy cream.

I rose and swept out of the classroom.

My day passed in a haze of worshipful climaxes. Every class brought me a new pair of lips to eat my pussy. Tongues danced up and down my virginal slit. Each girl or professor used her tongue differently. Some focused on my clit, fluttering the tip of their tongues against my little bud until I exploded in rapture. Others sucked and nibbled on my labia. A few naughty girls rimmed my asshole, too. They wiggled their tongues into my bowels, swirling around inside of me.

They made me shudder.

All day, I knew the preparations for my deflowering--my true ascension to the queendom--were underway. I didn't have to give orders, I just knew my subjects were busy. There was an air of secret delight about them. Rochelle, Maryanne, and Rosa were mustering them. I trembled, eager to see what sort of delights they would have for my opening.

I couldn't wait to have my cherry popped by Rochelle and her delicious gift.

At the end of my day, after I finished cumming on a freshman's mouth, my three ladies-in-waiting appeared. "Your Majesty," said Rosa, "I hope you are not angry, but we have set up a delight for you. A place for you to know real pleasure."

Rochelle nodded, and moan, "Please, I hope you do not think we were too forward, but we wish to surprise you."

"We are surprised and please," I said. "Lead on. We are eager to see what our three ladies-in-waiting have fashioned for us."

Maryanne beamed and moaned, "You shall not be disappointed in it, Queen Elizabeth."

I knew I wouldn't.

The three led the way, their short skirts clinging to their delicious asses. Rosa had a plump one, her brown legs flashing beneath her black skirt. Rochelle had a magnificent rear, too, hers looking heart-shaped. Her tight skirt clung to them. I didn't see any panties. Was she wearing a thong? Or was she emulating me?

Lots of girls were. They would finger their pussies while they watched me being serviced. Or they would finger each other's twats. More than a few girls had gone down on each other, imitating my worship and giving such delights to their fellow ladies of the court.

Maryanne had a narrow rump, but it was still cute. Her pigtails made her so delicious. I imagined pulling on them as she devoured my cunt. I definitely would have to do that.

They led me to the auditorium. I gasped when I entered.

I stared in awe at the stage transformed. It was decorated in white flowers. Roses, tulips, lilies, and more. The green of their leaves and stems contrasted with the snowy hue of their virginal color. Vases of gold held the arranged flowers, many resting on marble plinths. Petals were scattered across the stage. A carpet of white blossoms that led to the centerpiece. A large bed with a dark-stained, four-post frame and covered in white sheets. The pillows were fringed with gold tassels. It was right at the front of the stage where the audience sitting in the chairs, could see everything.