Mind Control Panties 15

Becoming a Submissive Teacher Pet

The figure trembled as it stroked the last pair of mind-controlled panties it had made. The fun of this game was exquisite. It savored shaping young girls' minds into its sluts. Turning good girls into whores, bad girls into virgins, and a whole host of other naughty designs. But too much of a good thing was bad.

It needed to move on to new amusements.

The figure slipped unnoticed through the department store. It had been in one of these places many times. It knew through its waterfall's magic that this was the perfect place to find her. To find the girl who would wear the special panties. They were cherry-apple red, the cloth bright and brilliant and innocent. On the back, in white letters, was written: Teacher's Pet. A wonderful pair of panties for a young girl to wear.

A young girl taught by a hunky professor.

The figure reached where the department store sold its lingerie. It passed through a display of cute, though not terribly risque, panties designed to attract the attention of young women who were shopping with their mothers. One such girl was about to arrive. She was minutes away from finding these panties.

The figure shuddered as, with a casual flick of its wrist, it deposited the mind-controlling panties.

The figure slipped away, unnoticed by any of the humans. It was unremarkable. Just another being shopping there. The mortals' attention were on other things. On material consumerism. The supernatural wasn't for them. The figure trembled in delight as its final mind-controlling panties' game began.

It slipped out of the stores as it felt its target approach.

Courtney Taylor was a nineteen-year-old cutie. She was a fraternal twin, born minutes behind her brother Kenneth. She was with her mother today, Mrs. Brenda Taylor. Their kinship was obvious. Both had brown hair, the mother kept hers short while the daughter's fell in a long and lush wave down her back. They both had round faces and similar cheekbones. Courtney had blue eyes from her father, while Brenda possessed a vibrant green.

"I hear you're becoming Mr. Rainier's favorite," Mrs. Taylor said to her daughter. "A teacher's pet."

"Mom," blushed Courtney as she glanced at the panties. Her breath caught as she stared at that special pair. The words and white letters beckoned her.

Teacher's pet.

"I get having a crush on an older man," said Mrs. Taylor. "And Mr. Rainier

is

a handsome man, but you need to be careful. You're only nineteen. You'll get your heart broken."

The daughter gave a slight nod, utterly entranced by the panties. Her mother's words were flowing through her mind.

"He's a good man, so I'm not worried that he'll take advantage of you, but I know what girls are like at your age," Mrs. Taylor continued. She knew Mr. Rainier well. They were both professors at the same college. In fact, she had both Courtney and Kenneth in her own history class. "Well, those are cute panties. I see why you're choosing them. You are a teacher's pet."

"Yeah," Courtney said as she picked up the panties. The tingle rippled through her. Her nipples hardened while her mind thought of Mr. Rainier. And collars. Kneeling. Worshiping.

Neither the mother nor the daughter noticed that the cashier failed to ring up one pair of the panties that the two women bought. A single item that they didn't pay for went into Courtney's bag. Mrs. Taylor didn't even remember the panties by the time they got home.

Courtney did. They scared her. Her mother's warning dueled with the sudden lust to wear those panties and become her favorite teacher's pet. Something in her blood recoiled from them.

* * *

Brenda Taylor

I hummed as I entered my daughter's room, laundry basket under my arm. I know she was nineteen, but I had been doing her laundry for so long it was second nature to me. I set the basket atop her dresser, careful not to disturb her unicorn statue, and opened the top drawer.

As I grabbed her panties to put them away with the clean ones already in there, I noticed one that was bright red. Same shade as an Apple. I blinked, remembering a month ago we were shopping and she'd bought these. I picked them up, a strange tingle rippling through me. I shuddered, my nipples hardening.

They were gorgeous. Just so delicious. The perfect thing to wear.

Teacher's Pet.

Those words echoed in my mind. I didn't know why, but I found myself slipping the panties into my sweatpants' pocket. I shook my head, confused why I would steal my daughter's panties. I continued putting the rest of her clothes away. As far as I knew, she'd never worn them. I know I'd never washed them. A month was long enough if she wasn't going to wear them, so it must be all right for me to take them. I could wear them. It would be funny. A teacher wearing panties intended for a teacher's pet.

My own private joke tomorrow at when I taught my college students.

The idea set my mind alight with eager anticipation for the rest of the evening. When I laid down beside my husband, I felt this horny itch inside of me, but I didn't let him know about my needs. I didn't check to see if he was feeling horny. I knew he could do something about my itch, it just didn't feel right.

It was like I needed something else to scratch it.

I struggled to sleep, my mind filled with strange images. Collars. Students. It was all such a blur. A melange of sexual impulses that left me frustrated when I woke up the next morning.

The moment I was done with my shower, I was pulling on the panties I stole from my daughter's drawer. They fit perfectly. We were the same size, after all. I might be twenty-two years older than her, but I still had a great figure. I shuddered as I adjusted them to cup my rump. They hugged my flesh. I felt so wicked. They were so different than my usual, boring panties.

I trembled as I left the master bathroom, my husband stumbling in after me. He grunted, not even noticing what I was wearing.

I glanced at what I'd lain out to wear for the day. My blouse was just too conservative. I wanted something more fun. Something a little lower cut. I wanted to really show off my large breasts. I picked up my top and darted to my closet, the bra I was wearing constraining my heavy mounds.

I threw open my closet and dug around until I found a blouse I hadn't worn in years. It was blue and had such a plunging neckline. My husband bought it for me as a birthday present, not realizing just how much flesh it showed off.

It was far more than I usually revealed.

But it was cute. I took it off its hanger and slipped my arms into the sleeves. I loved the feel of the silk against my flesh. I worked the buttons, feeling it fit me snugly. It cupped my breasts, just covering my bra while leaving the rest of my large expanse of delicious cleavage exposed.

"I bet this will keep the boys focusing today," I told myself while I stared at my refection in the mirror on the back of my bedroom door.

I slid my hands up the silk fabric of the blouse to cup my breasts. I squeezed them. The panties tingled around my pussy. They felt so amazing on me. Just perfect. I ached to be such an inspiration for my boys. I needed to help them pay attention. It was a little-discussed fact, but across the nation, boys were falling behind in college. It was up to professors like me to make it as engaging for them as possible.

My fingers dug into my tits, my wedding ring flashing on my finger.

I stared at that.

Then I blinked as the tingles soothed away whatever popped into my mind that had distracted me. I turned around and grabbed my skirt. I stepped into it and drew it up my legs. I wish I had something tighter. Shorter. But I didn't. There wasn't much I could do, but I had great legs and a nice ass.

My curves would show through. I just knew it.

I dug out a pair of five-inch heels, not my usual flats. I knew they would help to give definition to my rump and shape to my calves. I slipped them on, smiling. I sauntered down the stairs, my big breasts bouncing and heaving. I could hear my son and daughter in the kitchen working on breakfast. It was their morning chore. As I reached the bottom of the stairs, I could see into the kitchen.

Kenneth glanced up at me and gasped. He was a handsome, nineteen-year-old boy. He stood taller than his twin sister, his brown hair cut short. A big grin spread across his lips as his gaze rippled up and down my body.

"Well, mom, wow."

"Do you like it?" I asked, this flirty, bubbly tone to my voice. I couldn't help but giggle like I was nineteen myself.

"Holy shit, mom!" gasped my daughter, Courtney. She stared at me, her eyes wide as she held a large jug of milk. Her jaw dropped. She shook her head. "You're wearing

that

to school today?"

"What's so wrong with this outfit?" I asked. "Your brother likes it."

Courtney glanced at him. "Yeah, maybe too much." Her face tightened. "Does Dad know you're wearing that?"

"Why would your dad care?" I asked. "I'm just wearing this to make sure I get the most out of my boys. I mean, look at Kenneth. He's certainly paying attention to me."

"A corpse would pay attention to you, Mom," Courtney muttered. She turned around and thrust the milk into the refrigerator.

I slipped onto the barstool and had breakfast with my children while my husband was upstairs taking his long shower. He would just have a cup of coffee before heading out to his office job. Kenneth had trouble focusing on his cereal because he was staring at my breasts. I couldn't help but lean over and give him an inspiring display. After all, he was more than just my son.

He was one of my boys.

I had both my twins in my second class. I was teaching European history. Specifically, the Napoleonic era. My fingers itched to play with the large buttons of my blouse and give my boys a treat. Courtney was in the class, but I hardly thought about her. She was a girl. She did fine in school on her own.

I needed to focus all my attention on my boys.

My husband stumbled downstairs while I was heading out to the car with my two children. They rode with me since I was a professor at their college. On the walk out of the house, Kenneth was right on my heels, such a good boy. Courtney darted around me and deliberately jumped into the front seat much to Kenneth's disappointment.

I rolled my eyes. She and her brother were always squabbling. I just wish they would get along. There was a time, when they were children, when they did everything together. Then puberty happened.

I was sure another decade they would be best friends. Again. They might technically adults, but they were till nineteen and immature. For now, they were still getting that matuirty.

I drove eagerly to the college, my panties tingling, making my pussy itch. The wet excitement soaked between my thighs. Class today would be wonderful. I would be such an amazing professor. All my students would just love me. I would educate them. I'd make my boys so bright and smart. I quivered, my thighs rubbing together as I drove, my large breasts jiggling in my push-up bra.

Courtney scowled the entire ride.

I definitely attracted notice when we arrived at the college.

All the boys were staring at me. Even the ones I didn't teach. I loved it. I strolled along on my heels, my hips swaying. I felt my skirt rustling over my butt-cheeks and brushing my thighs. I loved the bounce to my tits. I especially savored how the boys watched me.

I wanted to prance. I felt like a prize show dog on display, a bitch in her prime proving just how amazing she was. I smiled, dazzling each and every boy I passed. A chorus of "Good morning, Mrs. Taylor," echoed around me. Every boy smiled or grinned or smirked at me. Their eyes all flicked up and down my body, noticing me.

I perched on a stool in front of my first class, legs crossed, all the boys crowding up the front rows. The girls all look disgusted. They were in the back, scowling, staring at me like I was doing something wrong. It wasn't my fault that all the boys were more interested in learning instead of drooling over their trollops' tight, young bodies. The boys were finally free of the distraction of all those barely legal tarts.

My boys' hormones were focused on education now.

It just felt so right. But, as I taught that first class, I felt like the boys just weren't quite getting the material. I needed to do something bolder. I thought of the perfect idea while my first class filed out and I had to wait for the students of my second.

Kenneth was the first to arrive. My son sat front and center before me, a big grin on his face. "Damn, mom, I am so ready to learn about history from you today."

"Oh, that's so sweet, Kenneth," I said, smiling at him.

Courtney, who was slinking into the back of the room, gagged. I did not know what was up with that girl today.

The other boys all perked up when they walked in. Rich, a tall guy with blonde hair and a big nose sat to the right of my son while Lance, a buff and tall Black guy took the seat to his left. For once, he looked eager to learn as he stared at me perched on the stool, his white teeth flashing between his thick lips. Paul came in next, a nerdy guy with red hair and freckles across his face. Today, he didn't look bored because he already knew everything. He actually sat in the front row and with his back straight. I was inspiring them. Aston and James and Tommy all flooded into the front row, staring at me.

I sat there, back straight, drinking in their attention.

When the last student walked in, a girl named Nancy who just shook her head at the sight of me, I said, "Good morning, boys. Are you all eager to learn today?"

The boys all nodded. Their heads went up and down with such eager hunger. I would make this lesson so inspiring for them. I couldn't let them down. They needed to learn it all. They had to be inspired.

"I thought we'd make a game of it today," I said, staring out at them. I played with the top button of my blouse, a large square just begging to be popped through its eyelet. "For every question someone gets right, a button will come undone on my blouse."

A low, hungry groan came from the boys.

"So, I have four buttons on my blouse. Each question you get right, I'll undo one. Four questions, and then I can take my blouse off, Next, I can--"

"Mom!" Courtney gasped and bounded to her feet. She smacked both her hands down onto her desk. "What the hell?"

"Courtney, you need to be quiet, sit down, and let me teach my class."

"Teach your class?" she gasped, this look of shock on her face. "Mom, you're talking about doing a striptease for the boys."

"I'm inspiring them to learn," I said. "Now you girls need to shut up, sit down, and do what you're told. You're already doing fine. The boys are the ones who need help learning."

"Yeah, shut up, Courtney," Kenneth said. "Mom's teaching class her way."

"Mrs. Taylor, you're such an amazing teacher," groaned Lance. His eyes stared at me with such hunger.

"Yeah," Rick said, his big nose so bold. I heard what they said about men with big noses...

A hot tide rose through my cunt. I shuddered and squirmed on my stool. "Now, if the girls would like to be good and not interrupt us, I'll begin."

"Yes!" Paul groaned. The nerdy guy was interested in learning from me for once. They all were. This was perfect.

"Okay, what was the date that Napoleon Bonaparte was born?"

Kenneth shot his hand up. "August 15, 1769!"

I beamed at him. As I popped the first square button through its eyelet, I purred, "That's correct, Kenneth. Such a bright boy."

James licked his lips as he stared at my blouse opening, my large breasts still constrained. He could see the black bra now, half exposed.

"What was the date that he died?" I asked, my gaze sweeping across the boys.

Paul got his hand up first. The ginger had such a huge grin on his face. "May 5th, 1820!"

"Yes, that's right," I moaned, my nipples pressing hard against my bra. I popped the second button through its eyelet. My blouse was halfway undone, my breasts pressing against the bra. They wanted to escape.

"Now, the easy ones are over, let's dig into some real history," I purred. "Which revolt did he suppress with the Army of Italy?"

There was silence for a moment, and then Rich shot his hand up. I nodded to him. He blurted out, "It was the 13 Vendémiaire Revolt."

I clapped my hands together in delight. "Well done." My fingers popped the third button through its eyelet. Only one held my blouse close. They could see the smooth skin of my stomach. "That was wonderful, Rich. Now, how old was Napoleon when he began his campaign against Austria?"

It was James's turn to shoot up his hand. As he waved it frantically above his head, he said, "He was twenty-six, right?"

"You're not certain?" I asked, having some fun toying with him.

"No, that's it," he said, staring at me as I played with that final button. "He was twenty-six."

"Yes, that's right," I moaned.

I popped the last button through its eyelet. I shuddered as my blouse fell open. It exposed my smooth belly and my large breasts constrained in my black bra. All the girls were shaking their heads in the back of the classroom. I did not care if they disapproved of my amazing way of inspiring my boys. The striptease was perfect. My boys were all so interested. They were all recalling things right that they normally would forget.

Oh, God, this was just amazing. I couldn't believe I didn't think of this before.

I loved these naughty panties I wore. They were so inspiring. Tingles rippled around my pussy. The heat built and built in my twat as my male students salivated over me. Young men were such horny things. I was so glad I was channeling their lust in an appropriate direction. They would learn so much as they stared at my ample flesh.

I couldn't wait to masturbate when I got home.

"Now, why did Napoleon invade the Iberian Peninsula?"

My son shot his hand up. I smiled, nodding to him. "He, uh, wanted to extend the Continental system that existed in France while simultaneously choking off the British trade route through the Mediterranean they had established by constructing the Suez Canal."

I beamed at him. As I shrugged off my blouse, I said, "You are such an intelligent, young man. I'm so proud of you, Kenneth."

"Thanks, Mom," he said.

"I am never giving you shit for having a mom for a professor," Lance muttered as I dropped my blouse to the floor.

Courtney just glared at me.

"Now," I said, reaching behind me and finding the clasp of my bra. "Get this next one right, and you'll be almost there to seeing my big, lush tits. I know how you boys like them large and soft and bountiful like mine."

They all nodded, salivating over me. They were like a pack of hungry dogs all wanting to mount the same bitch. I shuddered, my neck feeling so bare. There was something missing there. Something I couldn't quite place. I shivered, momentarily forgetting about the question I needed to ask them. My pussy burned. I ached to touch myself so badly.

I had to focus. I was here to teach my boys.

"Where did Napoleon defeat the Prussians?" I asked, my voice a sultry purred.

"Oh, that was at the battle of..." Lance furrowed his brow. "The battle of Jena and Auerstedt."

"Yes, that's it," I moaned. I unclasped my bra.

I brought my hands to the front, pressing the cups against my boobs. I wiggled to slide the straps off my shoulders, showing the boys that nothing was holding my bra on my breasts except my hands. They all leaned forward, their desks creaking.

"You boys get the next one right, and you're going to see every, last bit of my big titties. Ooh, I know that makes you all hard and eager, doesn't it?"

"Fuck, yes, Mrs. Taylor!" Aston moaned.