Mind-Control Panties Story 11: Adorable & Naughty Gymnasts - Sex Stories

Mind-Control Panties Story 11: Adorable & Naughty Gymnasts

... rump.

“Adorable kitten?” my husband asked with amusement.

“What?” I asked, looking over my shoulder at him. “What foolishness are you talking about?”

“You're the one wearing the panties for an eight-year-old girl,” he said.” That's a little... weird. I didn't think we'd go beyond schoolgirl role-play. Not sure I'm comfortable pretending you're someone that young.”

“I just grabbed the first pair. Don't worry.” I smiled at him. “But if you want, I can put my hair in pigtails again, don that pleated skirt, and you can fuck me hard when I get home. I'll be all hot and sweaty and needing a massage. You can be my naughty coach and teach me a lesson.”

“Goddamn,” groaned Mitch. “You know I have to work tonight.”

I pouted at him. “Poor you. Well, when you get home, maybe you can slip into our room, find me sleeping, and molest me. I'll be wearing my innocent, little nightie, just all vulnerable and—”

“If you don't get out of here, I'll throw you down on the bed and molest you right now,” he said. “Damn, you're feisty today.”

I laughed as I grabbed a sports bra and slipped it on. It was good to leave my husband wanting more and knowing that when he returned to me, he would be getting the satisfaction he needed. Another of my mother's lessons.

I slipped into my yoga pants and a tank top, my blonde hair swaying about my shoulders. I darted out of the bedroom and headed downstairs. I was so eager to see all the girls I coached. They were also cute. So adorable.

A hot shudder ran through me as I thought about the four of them.

I sped to get to the college gymnasium for my girls' gymnastic practice. I squirmed in the seat, feeling my husband's cum soaking into the childish panties I wore. I couldn't believe I had grabbed them. My cheeks burned just thinking about what I wore. They were something that belonged on my girls.

My adorable girls were so cute as they pranced about in their leotards.

I licked my lips, this naughty delight surging through me. They were all so cute in their own ways. Like kittens. I just wanted to pet their hair and kiss their forehead and pat their rumps before sending them out to do their tumbles and flips and twirls and all the other delights that gymnastics had to offer. They were all beautiful, of course, eighteen or nineteen, nubile and delicious. You didn't do gymnastics without having a toned and slender body. Petite. Vanessa had the largest breasts of them all, and she was only a C-cup.

I pictured them prancing and frolicking around the floor in their leotards, my daughter Katerina at the lead. She had short, brown hair she'd inherited from my husband and my plump lips. Her small breasts always looked perfect in a leotard, just the right amount of perkiness to show that she was a woman while not doing anything to upset her balance.

Thea was a Black girl, the tallest of the group, with a short, frizzy hair that gave her this wild look. Thea had this energy about her that was intense, ...