The Potion_(0)

Written About life on a world that orbits the sun every 1106 days, thus ages are 1/3 what they would be on earth.

I started to implement my plan at a parent teacher conference. Why was I there? well I’m not a parent, so I bet you can figure it out. And this is how it went…

Melisa Teal had requested an earlier slot, but I had to give her the last one of the night, 7:30, for everything to work out. “Welcome Melisa.” I said shaking her hand briskly, “I’m Ms. Rogan, I’m so happy to finally meet you. Sorry it had to be so late.” I lied. “could you wait in the hall a few minutes Emily?” I asked.

“Thank you” she said. I showed her to a small second grade seat. She had a curvy little bottom, and a perky set of ‘C’s, and a short cut on blonde hair that made her look cute and pixie like in a very seductive and contradictory sort of way. Emily Teal was 7 and got most of her mothers good looks, with hair so blonde it bordered on white, but where Melisa was all of 5’4″ with curves, Emily was tall for her age at 4’1″ with long coltish legs. The small drop of ‘potion’ I applied to her hand went unnoticed, and I let it go to work.

Potion you ask? well, it’s my own combination of Xanax, GHB, some hormones to cause a raging libido, and a few secrets I invented to induce a hypnotic suggestive state, the perks of an advanced degree in chemistry. It works quickly to cause a euphoric state with easy programming, and almost uncontrollable sexual urges. It works equally well on children, except the hypnotic suggestive state part, that only seems to work on adults.

After a few moments of small talk, she started do develop a glassy stare and become a bit fidgety. I grabbed my small brown bottle of potion, and walked around behind her, and applied a couple of more drops to the back of her neck, she either didn’t notice, or didn’t care. While it went to work, completing it’s job, I sat down in front of her, this time I brought the stool from the front of the room.

As I sat, with the stool at her eye level, I made sure my dress rode up very high, having unbuttoned half the buttons down the center of the dress made this process easy. With the emerald green dress parted up well past mid thigh, Melisa first seemed to notice my legs, then was drawn to the lacy cuff at the top of my stockings clasped with the exposed ends of the garters. She seemed to peer for something unseen, and there was a noticeable gasp of relief when I opened my legs several inches and showed it to her.

“You are a naughty girl aren’t you” I said to her.

“Yes” was the simple reply

“You are now my property, do you understand?” I gave the first of many hypnotic commands.

“Yes Ms. Rogan” she responded.

“Good, now here is what we are going to do” And I went on to give her, her new programming. When I finished, it had been about 20 minutes, she had yet to take her eyes off my slit, hairless and pink it seemed to almost stare back it her, but I had never told her to stare at it, that was all on her own.

“Do you like the look of my pussy?”

“Yes Ms. Rogan, very much.”

“Would you like to lick it?”

“Very much Ms.” she said. Her eyes were glassy, and her voice breathless.

“Very good then, give it a good quick lick, then we must be going” I told her. I had barely finished speaking and she was lunging forward, on her knees and burying her face in my slit. She was no amateur, she licked it up once, found my rock hard clit, and started sucking on it like a baby on a bottle. I had to stop her before I came, I am NOT a quite cumer, and it’s not always dry either..

We gathered up Emily, jumped in my car and headed to their house, where they lived alone. Melisa wouldn’t take her eyes off of me, the lustful look was neither hidden or subtle. At the house she continued to look at me like a future meal, and Emily thanked me for coming over.

“Here Emily, You should try this perfume, it’s nice.” with that I sat my large bag of goodies for later down, and pulled the potion bottle out of my purse. I put one drop on each wrist, and told her to rub them together.

She did so and then smelled them, “Smells kind of oily.” she said.

“It takes a few minuted to warm up” I told her.

“Go ready yourself.” I told Melisa, and she ran off to the bathroom with instructions to shower, shave and wait for me.

Not long later, Emily was glassy eyed and seemed only in partial control of here head as she played on the living room floor. Thinking she was not being watched, I would catch her quickly giving her nipples a pinch, or rubbing her hand across the crotch of her jeans, not seeming to understand why.

When Melisa emerged from the shower, I took in her body, her breasts were as perky as could be, and capped with smallish pink areolas, and lovely large red nipples that seemed to have ideas of their own. “Wear this” I told her, and she dressed. Black stockings, held up by the garters of a lovely, lacy black merry widow that could do nothing to hide her spectacular tits, nipples unrestrained by the simple fabric. The panties did equally little to hide the freshly shaved pussy that was quickly creating a small damp spot. “Here.” I said handing her the 5 inch black patent leather heels that brought her closer to my height. Her make up had already been done, a soccer mom meets high priced call girl sort of look.

“Now go get her dressed.” I stated, and handed her a small bag of cloths as she rushed off. I waited impatiently for what seemed like hours, but was merely minutes. I removed my dress and let it fall to the floor, before picking it up and folding it. I stood in a emerald green corset, which cause my breasts to stand alert, nipples uncovered. The tiny nipples at the end were nothing compared to Melisa’s, but I liked them. The black thigh high stockings hung to defy gravity, leaving nothing to obscure the wax job Monique had done on my crotch. I put on my jewel green stilettos that were wholly inappropriate for a second grade teacher, close to 6 inches, and a metallic heel that made me almost 6’3″.

She returned with the prize, Emily was wearing an outfit I made for her, the benefits of learning from a seamstress mother. A pure white merry widow of satin and silk, with the garters holding up stockings of equally pure white, that were still almost too big for her thin legs.