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Out of Control - Parts 1- 4 Subliminal suggestions
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.
OUT OF CONTROL - Part 1
Subliminal suggestions can be powerful. Its use was banned when it was
discovered that movie theaters were using it to make viewers want to
drink coke or eat popcorn. These suggestions can be much more powerful
than just as a marketing tool. They can be used to control a persons
every move and thought. I reseached the use of subliminal suggestions
and used them on some of the kids at the local college. I used
subliminal suggestions to totally control women; to make them my sex
slaves. It soon became boring to exercise complete control over the
women. So, I gave one woman the subliminal suggestion that she wanted me
to tie her up, but otherwise she retained all other control over her
thoughts and actions. I had great fun with Krista, and my other sex
slaves at my house one day. But, since I didn't exert total control over
Krista, I had made a mistake that I would live to regret.
I ran into Krista at the cafeteria the day after our little episode
in my basement. "You want to be tied up again, Krista," I asked.
"Yes, more than anything," she said. "But, first lets have a cup of
coffee."
I didn't see any harm in her request. In fact, not having total
control over her mind, made my meetings with her even more exciting. I
was just thinking about what bondage positions I would put her in later,
when she came back with two cups of coffee.
I should have been suspicious when both cups of coffee looked the
same, yet she thought for a second before giving me my coffee. But,
hindsight is always 20-20. As I sat there with her sipping my coffee,
soon I began to get very sleepy.
"Yawn," I said, "This coffee is not doing a very good job of
keeping me awake."
"Just put your head down on the table and rest for a few," said
Krista, "I won't mind."
Just as I started to put my head down, I could have sworn I saw a
glimpse of an evil smile on Krista's face, but I was too sleepy to
really care.
"That's right, Fred, just go to sleep," said Krista. "Those pills
in your coffee worked faster than I thought they would. The caffine must
have sped up the process."
She had drugged me!
"After yesterday, I saw some of your notes in science class," said
Krista. "That's when I realized you used subliminal techiniques to get
me to want to be tied up. I'll bet you've used the same methods on
Betty, Sandy, and Rita. Well, you're not the only one that experiments
with science. A few years ago, I found an ancient Egyptian recipe for
hypnotic pills that would allow one to completely control a person
taking the drug. First, I had a friend I could trust administer the pill
to me. She gave me the post-hypnotic suggestion that I would no longer
desire to be tied up by you. Now, we'll see how you like being put
through the paces!"
My mind raced, yet I was helpless to do anything about my
predicament.
"Fred," said Krista, "When you wake up, you won't remember any of
this. But when I say the word `kumquat,' you'll go back into a trance,
and obey my every whim. Oh, one other thing. When you wake up, you'll
have an overwhelming desire to masterbate. It'll be so overwhelming that
you'll start to massage your penis through your jeans until you cum in
your pants. Alright, time to wake up now."
With her last words, I woke with a start. Boy, was I horny. As I
talked with Krista, my hand kept gravitating towards my dick. I didn't
care who was watching, as I began to masterbate through my jeans.
I knew that if I kept it up, I would cum in my pants, but I couldn't
help it. Sure enough, after a couple minutes of stroking, globs of cum
gushed out of my penis, which made a VERY noticable mark on the outside
of my light colored jeans.
"What do we have here?," said Krista. "Hmmm...looks like you have a
problem Freddy boy. You seem to have a problem controlling your sexual
urges."
I looked sheepishly at Krista. What could I say, it didn't seem like
I could control myself. I knew I'd have to sit here for a while, because
if I stood up, it would be obvious to everyone what I had done. Only in
the deep recesses of my mind did I know that it was Krista that was
controlling me.
"Kumquat," said Krista.
With that word, I zonked back into a trance.
"Okay, little Freddie, time for the next phase of our little game,"
said Krista wickedly. "When you wake up, you'll forget about those huge
cum stains on your pants. In fact, you'll want to walk around the
cafeteria with me and show off your little incident to the whole room.
No matter what anybody does or says, you won't become aware that you've
got cum dripping from your crotch. OK, Freddie boy, time to wake up."
I woke up, and suddenly felt like walking around. "Let's go see if
anyone's here that we know," I said.
"Anything you say, Fred," said Krista.
As we began to walk around the room, I noticed that people were
pointing and laughing. I couldn't understand why. One guy came up to me
and said, "Hey, Freddie, next time pull your pants down before you cum."
I couldn't understand what he meant. I looked down at my jeans, and
everything looked OK to me.
Krista and I left the cafeteria to rounds of laughter. I was
completely oblivious that I was the target of their titters.
As we walked down the street, Krista suggested we go to her house.
Little did I know that she had more humilation in store for me there.
OUT OF CONTROL - Part 2
Little did I know that Krista's humilation of me had just begun. My
experiment with subliminal suggestions on her had pissed her off so much
that only my complete humiliation would settle the score with her. Boy,
in retrospect, I have definately learned my lesson. The hypnotic drug
she put in my coffee had put me at her beck and call.
After unknowingly been humiliated by masterbating into my jeans and
showing off the cum stains in public, Krista suggested that we go to her
house. When we got there, I was surpised to see Betty, Sandy, and Rita,
the other subjects of my subliminal control experiments.
Soon after entering, it became obvious that something had happened to
Betty, Sandy, and Rita. They no longer seemed to be in my control. In
fact, when I walked in with Krista, they didn't even say hello to me.
Then, Krista said the magic words that would put me back into a
hypnotic trance, "kumquat." At that word I closed my eyes and went into
a trance.
"I used my hypnotic pills to take Betty, Sandy, and Rita out of your
control," said Krista. "They are exactly like they were BEFORE you
started to pollute their mind with your nonsense. In fact, they are like
themselves, but EVEN MORE SO. They never used to want to have anything
to do with you, they thought you were a little wimp. Now, they think so,
even more. Remember how Rita humiliated you in front of your friends
when you asked her out?, well, now humiliating you is one of her
favorite things to do. Rita...let me allow you to give Freddie a post-
hypnotic suggestion...have fun!"
"Okay, wimpy Fred," said Rita, "Let's have some fun. When you wake
up, you'll be the little sissy boy I've always pegged you for. You will
want us to dress up up like a girl. You'll do anything we ask, if we'll
do that for you. Okay, little Winifred, wake up."
When I awoke, a strange sensation filled me. I looked at the four
girls, and wanted to be like them. I wanted to dress like them, and I
would do anything in the world if they would let me do that.
"Hi, Freddie," said Rita. She was holding up a pair of pink panties.
"Would you like to wear THESE?"
"Yes, more than anything in the world," I said.
"Well, then, let's first see if you have the body for them," said
Rita. "Take all you clothes off...NOW!"
I didn't hesitate at Rita's command, and within seconds I stood
before the four girls, naked.
"Look at his little penis," said Betty. "It looks smaller than my
clit. Maybe he's a girl after all." All four women laughed at my
predictament
At Betty's words, my cock began to grow.
"He's never going to fit into those panties, now," said Sandy.
"First, his little cock is going to have to lose that rigidness.
Freddie, tell me that you're a little jerk-off."
My mind raced. I would do ANYTHING to be able to wear those pink
panties, no matter how I had to humiliate myself.
"I'm a little jerk-off," I said.
"Well, little jerk-off," said Sandy, "show me how you jerk off."
Without hesitation, I began to pull on my dick. With my state of
arrousal, it only took a few seconds until I came on the floor.
"We can't have that!," shrieked Krista. "Little jerk-off, I want you
to clean up your cum from the floor....with your tongue."
Once again, the desire to wear the panties made me comply without
comment. All four women giggled at my humiliation.
"Well, I guess you've earned your pretty panties, Freddie," said
Rita.
Rita handed me the pink panties, which I put on quickly, before they
changed their mind.
"Let's get Freddie the rest of his wardrobe," said Krista. "Then,
let's take this show on the road."
I stood there in terror. On one hand, I wanted to wear the clothes
that Krista brought out...more than anything. Yet, I cringed at the
thought of being seen in public. I grabbed the clothes and quickly put
them on...the bra, the hose, and the dress. While, at the same time, I
had a sick feeling that the girls had just begun their humiliation of
me.
OUT OF CONTROL - Part 3
Trapped. Krista's little pill in my coffee had me trapped. Her hypnotic
spell over me, had forced me to masterbate in the cafeteria, then walk
around to show everyone the cum stains on my jeans. Then Krista took me
home where Krista, Betty, Rita, and Sandy worked on transforming me into
a girl. The worst part was that under the hypnotic spell, I wanted them
to do this more than anything in the world. Now, the worst was yet to
come! They wanted to take me out in public dressed like this!
"Should we give Freddy some makeup?," asked Sandy.
"No," said Krista, "I think it'll be more fun if there's no question
that Freddie isn't a girl, but just a panty-assed little jerk off."
Now that I was dressed like a girl, the post-hypnotic suggestion had
been realized. I began to rebel at their plans.
"Now, I don't know about going on in PUBLIC like this," I said, "I
mean, funs fun, but let's not get carried away."
"Freddie, we'll decide what you'll do," said Krista. "However, I do
think it's time for more post-hypnotic suggestions...kumquat."
At the sound of the word "kumquat," I lapsed into a deep sleep.
Krista's still had me under her power!
"Now, little Freddie," smirked Krista, "not only do you want to go
out in public like this, you'll think nothing of your new wardrobe.
What's more, you've developed a yen for cock. You liked the taste of
your own cum soooo much that you want to sample other men's cum. So,
much that it's the staple of your new diet. All you want to eat is cum.
Anything else makes you sick to your stomach. Everytime one of us ask
you if you're getting hungry, you will be starved, and only cum will
satisfy your hunger. Okay, little girl, snap out of it."
With those last words, I awoke. I no longer felt ill at ease about
going out in my new clothes. All I could think about is how they made me
lick up my own cum earlier, and how good it tasted.
"Let's go," said Betty.
With that we went to Krista's car and drove to a nearby by bar. As we
walked in I commented that I didn't know about this place, and had never
been there before.
"You don't usually frequent gay bars, Freddie?," asked Krista.
"Well, I thought it might be the place to go to help you satisfy your
hunger. By the way, Fred, are you hungry?"
"Come to think of it, I'm starved, " I said. The desire to eat cum
was even greater now, it was at a fever pitch.
"Well, Freddie," said Betty, "I'm sure one of these gentlemen would
be glad to feed you your dinner."
Just then, Sandy came up to us with a man, who was about six foot
two, and about twenty five.
"Hi, Freddie," said Sandy. "I was just telling Sam here that you
wanted to suck his cock."
I looked up at the man sheepishly. I DID want to suck his cock!
"Hi, Freddie," said Sam. "Why don't we all go into the back room."
All of us went into the back room. Sam undid his pants, and said,
"Okay, Freddie, suck away."
I looked at his cock like it was Thanksgiving dinner. I took his
penis into my mouth, and almost immediately it grew to its full six
inches. Soon, Sam was moving his hips into me, and crushing his penis
further into my mouth. I almost choked, but the taste of his pre-cum was
like a fine champagne in my mouth. After a couple of minutes of fucking
my mouth, jets of jism went into my mouth. As hungry as I was, I gulped
down almost all of it, although drips of cum drooled from my mouth.
That's when I saw a flash. I looked up, and Krista was holding a camera
and grinning widely.
"Just some pictures for our scrapbook, Freddy," said Krista. "And
believe me when we're done with you it will be filled with LOTS of
pretty pictures like this one."
I was soooo humiliated. Here I was dressed like a girl, with some
guy's cum dripping out of my mouth. I couldn't imagine being humiliated
more than this. Yet, Krista's comment about LOTS of pictures made me
believe that I had lots yet to come.
OUT OF CONTROL part 4
Here I was in a gay bar, dressed like a woman, with cum dripping out of
my mouth. This was certainly not my usual lifestyle. Krista had
completely taken control of my mind with her hypnotic drug, so not only
was I in this situation, I actually liked being dressed up, and I LOVED
the cum that I licked off my lips. It's amazing what a few post-hypnotic
suggestions could do to a guy.
A glanced at the poloroids that Krista had taken of me. Somewhere in
the deep recesses of my mind, I wanted to rebel, but I couldn't. The
drug was just too strong.
After my cock sucking episode, we returned to Krista's house.
"Now," said Krista, "Let's see what else we can think of for you to
do for your new scrapbook."
"I know," said Sandy, "I really liked Freddy begging to wear his
little pink panties. Let's give him his old clothes back, then take him
out shopping."
"Good idea," said Krista, "But I have a better one, let's but him
under again...kumquat."
When Krista said "kumquat," I was once again in never-never land.
"Okay, little Freddie," said Krista, "Here's your old clothes back.
Put them on."
Still under the trance, I took off my new wardrobe and put my men's
clothing back on.
"Now, Freddie, you little cocksucking, panty-assed little jerk-off,
I think it's time to show the rest of the world who you REALLY are,"
said Krista. "You still want to wear women's clothes, and cum is the
only thing you can even think of eating. Today, we're going back to the
scene of the crime...your science class, where you learned your
subliminal persuasion methods that you used on us. This time, WE'RE
going to be in control of you, though. Not only of you, but of the whole
class! You see, I've learned a bit about subliminal persuasion myself,
and I'm going to make the whole class our little theatre.
A couple of hours later, we were in Miss Johnston's Science Class.
I was dressed normally, but would rather be wearing panties, bra, and a
dress than my Levis and shirt. I found myself staring at the crotches of
my male friends, wishing I could taste their cum (I was hungry).
Although everything seemed normal in the class, the effects of Krista's
subliminal tapes playing over the intercom were soon to start showing
their effects.
"Now, class," said Miss Johnston. "I feel like trying something
different in today's class. Let's try a few experiments in human
sexuality. First, let's see if clothes make the man, or woman. Fred,
please come up to the front of the room."
What had Krista done to Miss Johnston?! I feared the worst as I
approached the front of the room.
"Fred," said Miss Johnston, "You are going to help us in an little
experiment. First, take off all of your clothes."
The class gasped at Miss Johnston's words. I was as shocked as the
rest of them. But, I think Krista had planted a couple of subliminal
ideas in my brain, as well. After standing there dumbfounded for a few
seconds, I began to comply with her order.
As I underdressed the entire class was in an uproar. I soon stood
there stark naked in front of the entire class's hoots, laughs, and
whistles.
"Now, Fred," said Miss Johnston, "We are going to find out whether
clothing can control sexual habits."
With that, Miss Johnston began to take off her own clothing, to the
shock and amazement of the entire class. Within a couple minutes, she
stood next to me in all her naked glory.
"Quiet, class," said Miss Johnston. "This is a scientific
experiment, I expect that you will all behave as adults here. Now Fred,
I want you to put my clothes on."
Ever since she removed her clothing, I was more interested in the
pile of her clothes than seeing her lucious body. I was more than
willing to comply with her wishes, and soon stood before the class in
Miss Johnston's clothes.
"Now, here comes the crux of our experiment," said Miss Johnston,
who did not seem fazed by the fact she was naked in front of the class.
"George, come up here."
George, a member of the football team stood up and came up to where
Miss Johnston and I were standing in the front of the room.
"Fred, our hypothesis is that clothes can control human behavior.
Since you are dressed in women's clothing, you should want to act like
a woman. That includes your sexual orientation. Fred, now that you're a
woman, you should want to suck George's penis. George take you pants and
underwear down." George obeyed Miss Johnston's command without blinking
an eye....Krista must have given him some subliminal suggestions as
well.
I was dumbfounded. It was bad enough sucking a guy's cock in a gay
bar, where it was acceptable. As much as I wanted to make him cum in my
mouth, I was horified about doing it in front of all my friends. Yet, I
was powerless to do anything but that.
"Fred, show the class what a good little cock sucker you are," said
Miss Johnston.
As I knelt down to take his member into my mouth. Miss Johnston
leaned back on her desk, and started to massage her clit. As I sucked on
George's cock, the entire class laughed and made comments. Miss
Johnston, who by now was on the verge of an orgasm of her own, was
leading the pack.
"Keep sucking his cock, you little panty-assed little sissy," said
Miss Johnston. " The class roared in approval to Miss Johnston's
comments.
After a couple of minutes, George was violently fucking my face,
grinding his pubic area into my mouth. It wasn't my idea of fun, but I
HAD to have his cum. Krista's post-hypnotic suggestions had put me on a
straight cum diet....and I was starved.
George soon exploded into my mouth, followed seconds later by
screams by Miss Johnston that marked her own orgasm.
Krista jumped out of her chair and started taking pictures of the
entire scene.
We were still standing at the front of the room, when Mr.
Garrison, the vice-principal walked in the room. Now we were all in for
it! Or so I thought.
Mr. Garrison stood opened mouthed and speechless at the doorway.
Had Krista prepared for such a contingency?
While thoughts of suspension and explusion filled my mind, Miss
Johnston spoke. "Mr Garrison!, How good of you to stop by. You're just
in time to help us in another little experiment. Why don't you come up
here....and take off your clothes.
I was absolutely shocked as Mr. Garrison quickly complied with
Miss Johnston's request. Soon, Mr Garrison's overweight body was exposed
to the entire class. Krista's subliminal suggestions to the class were
to obey every request of Miss Johnston. Once in the room, Mr. Garrison
was absorbed by that suggestion too.
"Now we'll see if the experiment works in the opposite
direction," said Miss Johnston. "I'm going to put on Mr. Garrison's
clothes. We've already discovered that Fred dressed in women's clothes
makes him a good cock sucker. Now let's see if Mr. Garrison's clothes
makes me a good pussy licker. Janet, why don't you come up here and help
us with this experiment."
Janet came to the front of the room.
"Janet, take off your panties, spread your legs, and lay down on
the desk," said Miss Johnston. "I'm going to give your pussy a workout
with my tongue."
Janet complied, and soon Miss Johnston was slurping and licking
between Janet's legs. The class and Mr. Garrison watched the scene with
great interest.
Miss Johnston looked up for a second at Mr. Garrison, who could
not hide his errection. "Mr. Garrison, since this seems to excite you
so, why don't you show the class how you jerk-off."
Mr. Garrison immedietly began to comply with Miss Johnston's
order. The laughed and screamed at Mr. Garrison's actions.
Within a few moments, Janet exploded in orgasm, quickly followed
by Mr. Garrison. His cum spurted out of his penis and landed on the
floor, and on Miss Johnston's desk.
"That concludes our experiments for today, said Miss Johnston.
"Let's all get back into our own clothing. But, first, Fred, I want you
to stay after class and clean up Mr. Garrison's cum with your tongue."
The bell rang, and as I gave Miss Johnston back her own clothes,
I eagerly lapped up Mr. Garrison's cum from the floor and desk.
When I left Miss Johnston's classroom, Krista was outside the
door waiting for me.
"Well, little Freddie," said Krista, "This oughta teach you
that what goes around, cums around."
As Krista flashed the pictures of me in drag, sucking George's
penis, I had to agree with her. Krista had certainly gotten her revenge
for my treatment of her. However, I didn't know what the future held for
me.
THE END?????
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