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Women to Control, Chapter One
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Women to Control
Chapter one
My girlfriends and I have a most unusual relationship
for most people. They are my sexual slaves.
It happened not too long ago. In fact, they didn't know
that I even existed a month ago. I decided that I had had
enough of "normal" relationships, and that I wanted to be in
control. Total control.
I don't mean that they run around like zombies. It means
simply that they will do anything that I ask. Anything, and
anywhere, with me or with anyone that I choose.
One of my favorite girls is Leslie, and I met her at
Heidelberg College. She is strikingly beautiful, with long
red hair and a fair complexion. Her body is well-proportioned
due to the aerobic exercise and weightlifting that she does
regularly.
To see her naked is a dream. Her firm breasts have dark
nipples which become hard at the lightest lick. Her red pubic
hair is shaved close to facilitate bikini wear. She has
luscious lips and a sensuous tongue that just loves cock. Her
cunt is smooth and juicy at the right times.
A month ago, I wanted to meet her. I was never good at
meeting women, but I was good at science. After all, I was
majoring in three subjects with a 3.8 average. With all those
brains you'd think that I'd understand how to control women.
I didn't then, but I do now.
I had gone with several girls in high school and in col
lege, but all they ever wanted from me was help in their
school work. I was never appreciated for what I really was by
any woman, until I learned how to control them.
One day, about six weeks ago, a brainstorm came to me. I
was studying the physics of sound at just below hearing level
when I put together some things I learned in psychology
class. There, I learned that sublinimal suggestions are very
powerful. So powerful, in fact, that they are outlawed in
advertising. I was tinkering with some sound equipment in the
physics lab when I discovered a way to load "messages" onto
music. It's not a new phenomenon, but the way that I did it
was completely new and, so far as I know, undiscovered. I did
it at the alpha brain wave level, and I learned a way to at
tach my messages in a way that was completely undetectable. I
also theorized that since I was introducing the "suggestions"
at the alpha level they would be assimilated into the brain
and be completely and irreversibly irresistible.
So here I was, wanting to meet Leslie, and I had this
new discovery. I thought about it, and decided to try to get
her to meet me.
I asked her friends what her favorite music was, and I
made some cassette copies of them with my secret "sugges
tions". My first one was that she would ask me out to her
favorite restaurant on Friday evening after classes for a
date. After that, she was to come to my off-campus apartment
and listen to some music that I had for her. During all this
time, she was to enjoy herself with me and be completely at
ease.
I also "asked" her to go into my bedroom, stand in front
of the mirror and strip completely naked, then put on all her
clothed minus her panties and bra. She was to forget that she
did this, and not think about her missing clothes when she
got ready for bed later in the evening. She was to do this
when the Heidelberg clock tower struck twelve midnight.
I played the tape over the cafeteria intercom, and since
music was routinely played at mealtime I wasn't doing any-
thing unusual. I figured that I had nothing to lose. If it
didn't work, we wouldn't meet because I would never be able
to work up the nerve to ask her out. If it did, I had every
thing to gain, and then some.
Leslie was there, and acted completely normal during my
tape. I lost all hope of her ever meeting me when she didn't
come to me after the tape was over. I started to walk over to
the door of the cafeteria when she startled me by her pres
ence.
"Tom, I know this may sound forward to you, but will you
go out with me this Friday? I would like to show you a good
time. Please say that you will." she said with practiced
ease.
"Wh-where w-ould you like to go, L-Leslie?" I stammered
almost in disbelief.
"To the Pioneer Mill. They have pretty good food there,
and I want to get to know you better. How about six o'clock,
after classes. Meet me at my dorm room." She said, completely
oblivious to by secret delight.
"Six o'clock, then." I said with less nervousness.
Six o'clock on Friday seemed like an eternity away that
week. It came, and she looked stunning, even she was only
wearing a new pair of jeans and a loosely-fitting blouse. I
couldn't help noticing that I could see through it to her
lacy bra underneath, and I fantasized what I would see when
the College clock chimed twelve.
We had a wonderful time. She talked about herself a lot,
and I learned much about her. She also put me at ease by her
natural way of treating me, and had I not arranged the date
myself, I wouldn't have believed it.
We went to my apartment, at her suggestion, to listen to
some music. I played some more of my special music that I had
made in anticipation to her being at my apartment. When the
clock struck twelve, she said "excuse me," and walked into my
bedroom.
She closed the door behind her and I could hear the
faint sound of her unzipping her pants. About two minutes
later she came out and acted completely normal, as if nothing
happened. In reality, to me everything happened. Here was
this magnificently beautiful women obeying every message on
my tape as if it were second nature. I couldn't help but no
tice her perfectly formed breasts underneath her almost sheer
blouse. My sexual excitement was completely aroused.
I couldn't wait for her to leave for the evening. I knew
that she would be returning in the morning because of my
special "messages" on my music that evening. She soon asked
to leave, and after I took her home I viewed her "strip act"
on my VCR. I knew that if she followed the other "messages"
on the tape, I was in for the day of my life.
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