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Mind-Control Panties Story 11: Adorable & Naughty Gymnasts

... obeyed her mother. Everyone in the family did. Sasha Bell was not a woman that you defied. If you pleased her, you were rewarded. However...

The figure froze right before it entered its mist, sensing something had gone awry. The wrong target had picked up its panties. The magic was already working, affecting the wrong woman. The figure had no idea what would happen now. Would the magic work as intended, or would there be unexpected consequences?

Intrigued by the possibilities, the figure stepped into the mist to wait and find out.

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Sasha Bell

“Goddamn,” my husband Mitch groaned as my pussy finished milking his dick dry. “That was incredible, Sasha.”

I smiled down at him, my blonde hair swaying about my face. My small breasts were quivering as the pleasure of my orgasm rippled through me. “See, you do something nice for me, and I make you explode.”

He chuckled. “You know I like fixing things that go wrong. You don't have to pay me with pussy every time.”

“But it's my duty,” I said. I was raised very strictly. My mother never spoke a word of English to me, but she was full of aphorisms.

“A happy wife is one with a happy husband. Happy husband is one getting plenty of pussy. If it is not your pussy, it will be another woman's pussy. You want that, my little Sasha?”

I took it to heart. My husband never had cause to complain.

I glanced at the clock and swore. “It's already that late?”

“Well, you did insist on me eating your pussy first,” Mitch said. He had this look of triumph in his eyes, proud that he made me cum while eating my twat. He always did.

“That was all you,” I said. “You begged to eat my pussy.”

“Well, can you blame me? You taste so damn good.”

I laughed as I rose off my husband's cock. I needed to get going. I had to teach my gymnastics class. Our daughter, Katerina, was one of my four pupils in my weekly afternoon session. They were all promising girls. All on their own college's teams but wanted extra training to be even better. None would get beyond the state level, sadly. Though Katerina was better than I had achieved at her age.

I was proud of her.

I darted to my dresser, realizing there wasn't time to shower. Not even time to clean my pussy out. I had to get going. I ripped open my panty drawer and grabbed the first pair I found. I felt a wicked tingle racing through me as I thrust my feet into them. I dragged them halfway up before I realized which pair I had ***********ed.

It was that girlish pair of panties I'd snagged out of Katerina's hands two weeks ago. I hadn't even realized I had taken them out of the store, only discovering them shoved in my purse when we got home. Not knowing what else to do, I had thrust them into my panty drawer. I'd meant to take him back, I wasn't a thief, but now...

It was too late. I worked them up, shaking my hips, feeling the tingle intensify across my body. I shuddered as I seated them across my ...