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   Happy Girls

   By Cactus Juggler (c) 5/24/2003

   I don't usually go out on Monday nights, but I'd stayed out that night
past midnight with some of my dorm friends.  When we got back at the dorm I
said my goodnights to the other girls and trekked back to my room.

   Inside my room I found my roommate Shannon already asleep.  She had her
headphones on and was completely out of it.  It was the second night in a
row that she'd fallen asleep with them on.  I quietly got ready for bed
myself and she didn't stir once while I moved around the room.

   Brushing my teeth I thought about her.  Shannon was a strange bird.  She
and I were both freshmen, new to college, the dorms, and each other.  Half
way through our first semester together I still didn't understand her.  She
ditched her classes, moped around in an all-black wardrobe that looked like
something out of the Adam's Family and constantly whined about everything.

   We were both freshmen, and our first semester together was behind us. 
The second semester was three weeks underway and she and I still weren't
any closer than the day we'd met.  In the beginning I'd tried to make
friends with her but our personalities just weren't compatible.

   I've always been a pretty upbeat sort of person.  I have a positive
outlook and I'm generally happy.  Shannon, on the other hand, suffered from
a malady I've never believed in myself-depression.  It was actually her
depression that kept us from ever becoming anything more than people who
were barely civil to each other.  I thought that she was just being a
whiny, lazy bitch who constantly dragged out her "depression" to keep from
ever being blamed for being a useless brat.

   Where all my friends were really close with their roommates I had the
one sour apple in the bucket.  She was really annoying to live with.  She
never left the room, always slept in late, and listened to the most
annoying heavy metal music you ever heard.  When we did have a conversation
more than three words long it was to argue about something.

   It was a shame too, I thought to myself as I put away my toiletry stuff
and put out the lights.  A girl her age should be enjoying college-not
moping around whining about depression.  She'd be popular too, if she'd
just snap out of it.  Under the ugly shapeless black clothing she wore was
a fantastic body.  She was the same height as I was (5'7"), but she
probably out-weighed me by twenty pounds.  She had a great shape though-on
her the extra twenty pounds only made her a little bit heavy.  I kill to
have as big a chest as she had.  Give me a week to fix her hair and makeup
and buy her new clothing and she'd be fighting off the guys with a stick.
But instead she was there in the room listening to her depressing music
while I was out having a good time with friends.

   I drifted off to sleep wondering whether she would actually pass enough
classes to stay in school.  Maybe I wouldn't have to apply for a room
transfer in the fall, maybe Shannon would just be gone.

   * * * * * * * * * *

   "I just wanted to apologize to you for being such a pain in the ass as a
roommate." Shannon was saying to me.

   That morning I'd woken up to a surprise.  Shannon was up and getting
ready for her classes.  Even more she'd actually made an effort to talk to
me.

   "You're not a pain Shannon." I lied to be polite.

   "Come on Gwen, I know I've been hard to live with.  But I'm going to be
better now.  The last few days I've been trying out a self-hypnosis system
and I think it's working!" She said, and she almost gushed it.  She didn't
sound like herself at all.

   "Self-hypnosis?"

   "It's this mp3 I downloaded from the Internet.  I was looking for
self-help stuff and I found it on the file-sharing networks." She told me,
and I followed her over to the computer on her desk.

   The title of the track scrolling across the display of her mp3 player
program was "Mastering the Sadness - Dynamic Happiness From Within".  That
must be what she'd been listening to at night.

   "It's great.  I just put it on with the volume low and fall asleep
listening to it.  I have it set to repeat over and over again and just let
it run all night."

   "And it's . . .  it's helping you?" I asked her.

   "I really think so.  I haven't felt this good in a long time." She told
me.

   "That is great Shannon." I congratulated her.

   "Thanks, oh look at the time.  I'd better go.  I haven't been to my 8:00
class since the first week.  I'll see you later." She told me before she
rushed off.

   The change in her was so dramatic that I was almost in shock.  I picked
up her headphones and clicked "play", interested to hear for myself what
she was listening to.  I heard snippets of it as I fast-forwarded through
it.  "You're getting so relaxed that . . ." "The sadness cannot penetrate
your new shield of happiness . . ." "You have the power to make this change
in your life . . ." I let the monotonous narrator drone on for a minute or
two before I shut it off and got myself ready for my first class.

   * * * * * * * * * *

   I couldn't concentrate in my classes that morning for anything.  All I
could think about was the change in Shannon.  I'd never really believed in
hypnosis much, but it really did seem to be working for her.  That wasn't
what had my mind's wheels spinning so furiously though.  The thought I
couldn't get out of my head was this idea I just couldn't get rid of: If
the clip she was listening to really was hypnotizing her, and really could
change her personality, what would happen if I inserted some audio of my
own into her little recording?  I didn't know enough to even know if it was
possible, but the idea was intriguing.

   She was a pain in the ass as a room mate.  What if there was a chance to
seriously mess with her through this hypnosis business?  What if I could
direct the change in her personality?  How incredible would that be?  I
spent the whole morning not thinking of what I'd do to her if I could.

   The professor blathered on, but my thoughts were elsewhere.  When class
ended I went straight to the library.  In a half hour I had my study carrel
stacked up with books about hypnosis and hypnotherapy.

   * * * * * * * * * * *

   When I looked up from the three pages of hastily scribbled notes I'd
compiled it was 1:30 in the afternoon.  I'd already missed my one o'clock
class, but I didn't care.  The stuff I was reading had me mesmerized.

   At first everything I'd read seemed bad.  You couldn't make someone do
what they didn't want to.  You couldn't hypnotize anyone against their
will. The person being hypnotized had to want the hypnosis.  All my dreams
of fucking with Shannon's recording seemed to be impossible.  And then I
started reading through some example scripts in one of the therapy texts
and I realized I might just have a chance.

   The hard part, at least from what I'd read, was to get someone
hypnotized in the first place.  But with Shannon the "induction" was
already done for me if I just left the first and last parts of the
recording intact.

   And Shannon *did* want the hypnosis, and *did* want to change herself.
All I had to do was convince her somehow that the change she wanted was
tied to whatever I wanted her to do.  I threw the books in the return stack
and packed up my things.

   I hurried back to our room, hoping that Shannon's new energy had lasted
long enough for her to go to her afternoon classes.  If she did I'd have
until 4:00 pm before she'd return.  More than enough time for me to do my
evil.

   * * * * * * * * * *

   Sitting at my computer I went over my script one last time.  Satisfied
that it was the best I was going to do, I addressed my computer's
microphone and began recording.

   "Shannon, you are very relaxed and happy.  More relaxed and happy than
you've ever been.  You want to feel happy like this all the time.  You'll
listen to my voice because if you do you know you'll finally be able to
always be happy." I began, speaking with a soft and soothing a tone as I
could muster.

   "The road to happiness is through simplification, Shannon.  You have to
simplify the things that make you depressed.  You also have to simplify the
things that make you happy.  If you simplify those things you can control
your own happiness.  You can ensure your own happiness."

   "You have the power to make this happen Shannon.  You can make it
possible for you to control your own happiness.  From now on you're going
to find that only one thing make you feel very happy.  By doing this one
thing you can give yourself happiness.  The one thing that will always make
you happy is obeying your roommate Gwen.  Gwen is a happy person.  Gwen
knows how to be happy.  Only obeying Gwen will make you happy."

   "You also have the power to make yourself unhappy.  Disobeying your
roommate Gwen is the only thing that can do this.  Nothing else will bother
you.  Only by choosing to disobey Gwen can you make yourself unhappy."

   "When you awaken in the morning you will be happy and refreshed.  You
will not remember hearing anything different about this recording.  You
will remember how to make yourself happy though.  You will remember that
you have the power to control your own happiness by doing what Gwen says,
and to control your unhappiness by not doing what Gwen says.  You will feel
better and want to listen to this recording every night.  You will control
your own happiness with the information I've given you.  You now have the
power to make yourself truly happy." I finished.

   A half-hour later I'd figured out how to insert my recording into her
file with an mp3 editor I downloaded.  I made it fade the original
recording out and then when my recording was done fade the original back
in. I replaced the original file on her computer with my modified one and
it was done.

   Could it actually work?  Could I make her feel good when she did what I
said and bad when she didn't?  Even the outside chance that it could work
gave me a crazy feeling when I thought about it.  Waiting until the morning
to find out was going to be hell!

   * * * * * * * * * *

   I barely slept that night.  When Shannon went to bed I was just waiting
for her to freak out because she'd heard my voice.  But forty minutes after
she'd put on her headphones and went to bed she appeared to be sleeping
peacefully.  By then she'd had to have heard my recording at least once,
her original recording was only an hour long and I'd stuck mine near the
middle.

   * * * * * * * * * *

   That next morning Shannon appeared to be pretty sparky again.  Again she
talked with me before she went to class, and it was then that I performed
my first little test.

   "You know Shannon, I think you should wear a different sweater today." I
told her.

   "You do?  This one is my favorite." She asked me, a little bit
uncertainly.

   "Yeah, but you wear it all the time.  Why not try something new?" I
suggested.

   "I'm already late for class.  I-I better go." She said and then she
dashed off, still wearing that sweater.

   So much for my plan.  Oh well, it'd been worth a try, I thought to
myself.  I got ready and left for my own classes a little later, more than
a little disappointed that my evil plot had fizzled.

   * * * * * * * * *

   When I got back from classes and saw Shannon in the room I had to pause
for a moment.  She was wearing a dark colored sweater still, but it wasn't
the one she'd had on that morning!

   "Hi Shannon.  Hey, I see you changed your sweater after all." I said as
I set down my school bag, my heart pounding as I tried to control my
excitement.

   "Yeah, I thought about what you said and changed it after my class. 
Thanks for the suggestion-I guess I did need to stop wearing that one so
much." She said.

   Congratulating myself inside, I quickly tried to think of another
suggestion to give her.

   "It looks better on you anyway.  Besides, now that you're happier maybe
you should change some more things.  Like that black backpack of yours. 
Wouldn't a more colorful one be more in line with your new outlook on
life?" I asked her.

   She looked uncertainly at the black bag on the floor.

   "My backpack?  I love that backpack.  I think the sweater is enough
change for today." Shannon told me.

   "Alright.  But I think you'd be happier with a more colorful one." I
told her as she left the room for her next class.

   Maybe she'd just changed the sweater on her own.  I decided I wasn't
going to get too excited until I saw her with a new backpack.

   * * * * * * * * * *

   Shannon's new backpack was purple.  Dark purple, but it was still
purple. Goddamn.

   "It's really nice.  You're right, all this black stuff was just helping
keep me depressed." She told me, appearing genuinely excited about the
backpack.

   I really had to work to control my excitement when I saw it.  I'd just
come home from dinner when Shannon got up from her computer and showed it
to me.

   "I got it from the bookstore after my last class." She was saying, and
it took a genuine effort for me not to just remain standing there with my
mouth open.

   It was actually working!  I couldn't believe it was happening.

   "It's really nice Shannon.  You look happier already holding that one
than you did with your old black one." I told her.

   "Thanks!" She chirped, and I don't think I'd ever seen her look that
happy.

   "Why don't you watch Friends with me?" I asked her.

   I knew that she hated the show.  I flipped on the TV and switched to the
program.  I watched in amazement as she joined me on our futon in front of
the TV!

   "Alright.  Maybe I should give it a try." She said.

   We watched the show together and my thoughts bounced around the inside
of my head like so many lottery ping pong balls.  But I didn't try to get
her to do anything else that night-I didn't want to push my luck.

   * * * * * * * * * *

   The next day, Thursday, I ditched all my classes.  After "suggesting"
that Shannon should wear different shoes, and watching gleefully as she
changed them, I stayed in the room after she went to class.  While Shannon
was away I modified on the recording again.  This time I copied my
recording over the whole middle section.  I just left the induction,
deepening and final sections.  In the middle, I had it repeat my recording
over and over and over again.  She hadn't noticed my voice before, as I'd
told her not to, so hopefully she'd not notice even more of it.

   When I was done I sat back in my chair and wondered just how far I could
take Shannon with the recorded suggestions.  What would she do?  How far
would be too far?  I couldn't help imagining the extreme, that I could make
her do anything I wanted her to.  Sitting there in my pajamas, I couldn't
help letting my hand drift down into my bottoms as I thought about it.

   There was something intensely arousing about the thought of another
person doing things I told them.  Doing them without knowing why, without
knowing that I was secretly pulling their strings.  I began to masturbate
right there in my chair in front of the computer.  Imagining a smiling
Shannon picking out her purple backpack.  Thinking she was doing it because
she wanted to, but really only wanting to because it was my will.  In my
imagination Shannon was like a helpless zombie, mindlessly clutching the
purple bag in her attempts to do my bidding.  I gave myself two orgasms
with my stroking fingers as I thought of Shannon that way.

   I showered and got dressed.  Then I waited.  Waited for Shannon.  I
tried to watch TV, but I couldn't concentrate.  Shannon dominated my
thoughts.T If the impossible was happening, if she was really finding
herself compelled to do what I told her, the more instructions I gave her
the better.  I decided to forget about wondering where the limit to what
she'd do was and just go ahead and try for many small victories instead of
any one big one.  I figured the more often she felt the reward for obeying
and the punishment for disobeying, the more my control over her would grow.


   When she returned from her two morning classes, I was all set.  I was
ready with my new tests.  I didn't waste any time, when she walked in I got
right to work.

   "Hi Shannon, why don't you put down your bag and sit down?"

   She always put down her bag and sat down when she returned from class,
why not take advantage of the freebies, I thought.  Shannon looked a little
puzzled at my strange request, but she put down her bag and sat down all
the same.

   "Hi Gwen."

   "How are you feeling today?"

   "Good.  I don't think I've been happy this many days in a row since I
can remember." She told me with a smile.

   "That's great!  Do you have any more classes today?" I asked her,
knowing the answer already.

   "No, I'm done."

   "Why don't we celebrate your happiness and go out shopping together?" I
suggested to her.

   "I don't know Gwen.  I don't really need anything." She said.

   "Nonsense.  Get up, we're going shopping." I told her.

   * * * * * * * * * *

   At the mall we looked at clothing in a bunch of stores.  Shannon was
resistant at first, but I found that if I kept at her she'd give in to
whatever I wanted.  At one of the stores I saw a white shirt that would
like nice on Shannon, and told her so.

   "Oh Gwen.  I don't think so.  That's not the sort of thing I'd wear."
She told me.

   "Why?  Because it'll actually show your body off?  Because it's not
gloomy black?  Nonsense.  You take this and go try it on." I told her,
pushing it into her hands and gesturing towards the changing room.

   "But I-I don't think . . ." Shannon began and I cut her off.

   "Do it!" I told her forcefully, and then she turned and made her way to
the changing room.

   When she came out, she really looked a lot better.  The tight, low-cut
top showed off her big chest and made her look sexy as hell.

   "What do you think?" She asked me.

   "I think you look hot!  You're buying that shirt right now." I told her.


   * * * * * * * * * *

   Fifteen minutes and several crushed objections later, we exited the
store with the shirt charged to her credit card.  Every chance I had I gave
some direction as we walked around the mall.

   "Go up the stairs."

   "Go in that store."

   "Stop.  Let's go here."

   Innocuous little things all, but if my hypnotic suggestions were working
on her she was being conditioned every time she did what I said.  And she
did seem genuinely happy to be at the mall with me.  I suggested we get
something to eat, and told her to go to the food court as well.  My boldest
move came when we were ordering our food.

   "What are you going to order?" She asked me while we stood in line at
McDonald's.

   "The filet `o fish meal.  How about you?" I asked.

   "I think I'll get a big mac." She answered.

   "I think you should get the filet `o fish too, Shannon.  The big mac is
too fattening."

   "But I like the . . ." I cut her off again.

   "Shannon, get the filet `o fish." I demanded.

   She looked unhappy about it at the time, but she cheered up when she
ordered the fish sandwich meal.  While we ate I marveled at the power I had
over her.  Everything was going better than I'd ever dreamed it could.

   * * * * * * * * * *

   That night I had some trepidation about the recording again, as Shannon
was about to listen to the new more powerful, or at least more repetitive,
version.  But once again she seemed to quickly fall asleep and stay that
way.  While she slept, I masturbated until I quietly orgasmed.  As I
stroked myself I imagined her once again as a mindless robot that obeyed my
every command.  After my exertions I fell into my own deep sleep wondering
what the next day would bring.

   * * * * * * * * * *

   I usually jogged in the morning before my 9:00 am classes on Monday,
Wednesday and Friday but the excitement of the week's events had made me
skip Wednesday.  I decided that with an night of the new recording under
her belt maybe Shannon was ready for some more advanced "training".

   She was getting ready to go to her 8:00 am class when I started to get
dressed to jog.  I'd never seen her exercise in the entire time I'd lived
with her.  I planned to change that though.

   "Shannon, what class do you have this morning?" I asked her.

   "Econ 101." She replied.

   "That's easy, isn't it?"

   "Um, yeah.  Why?"

   "Skip your class and come jogging with me." I told her.

   "What?"

   "Ditch Econ 101 and come get some exercise with me." I told her again.

   "I don't know Gwen.  I'm trying to make it to all of my classes now."
She said.

   "You're going to pass Econ 101.  Now change into some sweats and let's
go."

   * * * * * * * * * *

   During the jog, it became apparent pretty quickly that Shannon wasn't in
the best cardio-vascular health.  She had a hard time keeping up from the
beginning.

   "Come on.  Don't stop!  Keep running!" I kept demanding when she'd slow.


   Even though she was obviously hurting, she kept up as best she could. 
When I thought she couldn't take it anymore I let her stop running and
asked her questions as we walked back to the dorm.  I asked the questions
in order form, to help continue her training.

   "Tell me about your family."

   "Tell me what you want to do when you get out of college."

   "Tell me what music you like."

   Each time I gave an order she answered, and I continued to give small
directions at every chance I could.  I yearned to try to take her farther
though.  Back at the room I made my next move.

   "Oww, oww oww, my foot!" I yelled after we'd both returned to the room
and pulled off our sweaty shoes and socks.

   I limped on one foot and threw myself in my chair as I pretended to be
in pain.

   "What's wrong?" Shannon asked.

   "My foot it's cramping, oh it hurts so much.  Shannon, help me." I told
her.

   "What, what can I do?"

   "Massage it, please.  Shannon massage my foot." I quickly said.

   To my amazement, I didn't have to tell her again.  I watched, shocked by
my own success, as Shannon knelt down in front of me and took my sweaty
foot in her hands.  She began to knead the sole of my foot as she looked up
for approval.

   "Like this?" She asked.

   "Oh yes, yes.  Like that.  Oh that feels good, keep doing that." I told
her.

   Shannon, despite what she was doing, looked pretty happy.  I let her
massage my foot for a while and made sighing noises while she did it.  I
couldn't believe how far I'd already gone with her, but my success just
made me yearn for more.

   "Thanks Shannon, that feels much better, I know you're happy to help me.
Do you know what I'd really like though?  It would be wonderful if you'd
kiss it better.  Come on Shannon, kiss it better for me." I urged her as
she looked up at me in shock.

   "What?"

   "Kiss my sore foot better." I repeated.

   Her eyes dropped to my foot.  I wiggled my toes and lifted me foot a
little higher towards her face.  Shannon's head slowly dropped, and then
her warm lips softly brushed the top of my foot!

   "Oh.  That feels good.  You feel good too, don't you?  My toes, kiss my
toes." I told her.

   Shannon moved to the end of my foot and began to kiss my toes, and it
really turned me on to look down at her there on her knees kissing my foot.
I wiggled my big toe as she kissed it, pushing it up against her mouth.

   "Suck it, suck my big toe." I demanded, and her mouth relaxed and let my
toe slide inside.

   My roommate was on her knees sucking my toe and I couldn't believe my
eyes.  It was insane.  Was there any limit to my power over her?  My toe
made a wet plopping noise when I pulled it from her sucking mouth and stood
up over her.

   "Stand up, Shannon."

   She stood, looking at me uncertainly as if she too couldn't believe what
she'd just done.

   "Thank you, my foot feels great now.  You know, I noticed when we were
jogging that your boobs were really flopping around.  Having big ones like
that must hurt sometimes.  I bet they must get sore." I told her as I
stepped around behind her.

   "Here, let me massage them for you." I whispered in her ear as I slid my
hands past her sides and cupped her boobs in my hands.

   "Gwen!  I don't . . .  I mean . . ." She spluttered as I began to fondle
her tits.

   The unbelievable sensation of her weighty boobs in my hands was almost
too much for me to take.  But it was happening, I was actually squeezing
Shannon's tits!

   "Shhhh.  Just listen to me and you'll feel good.  Just stand there and
let me give you a little massage."

   "But Gwen . . .  I don't think you should be. . .  I mean."

   As good as it was I suddenly found myself fearing that I'd gone too far
this time.  I released her breasts and stepped away from her.

   "Relax Shannon.  Go take your shower.  I'm sure you'll feel great after
your shower." I told her.

   Shannon didn't meet my eyes as she grabbed up her toiletries and dashed
out of the room.  Shit!  I thought to myself.  I'd pushed her too far-what
if she freaked out when she returned?  I gathered up my shower stuff as
well and headed for the washroom down the hall.  Thankfully Shannon wasn't
the only girl in there getting ready.  Once I was in the shower it was an
incredible struggle keeping my fingers away from my throbbing sex.  I was
so turned on.

   I was determined to keep from seeing her in the washroom though, so I
had to stay there until I was sure Shannon was finished and gone.  I
showered so long that I my fingers wrinkled up like prunes.  By the time I
finally got back to the room there was no sign of her.

   Her backpack was gone so I assumed she'd be gone for at least a little
while.  Standing there at the scene of my crime I imagined her standing
still and helpless while I fondled her, and the heat in my crotch was
instantly renewed.

   On my bed ten minutes later I had to roll over and bury my face in my
pillow to keep from having the whole dorm hear my screaming climax as I lay
there masturbating and imagining that I was forcing myself on Shannon in
the most perverse ways.

   * * * * * * * * * *

   I was laying in bed, dozing in that half-asleep sort of way that happens
on weekend mornings when you know you don't have to get up.  I vaguely
became aware, as I slid in and out of strange dreams, that something was
wrong.  Something slowly drew me towards awareness.

   I awoke, in my panties and t-shirt laying on top of my covers, to find
Shannon opening the door to our room.  She was completely dressed, and she
was doing her best to sneak out quietly.  Where was she going?  I had big
weekend plans for her!  I shook off my sleepiness and sat up on my bed.

   "Stop!  Where are you going?" I demanded, and Shannon froze at the door.


   "Out.  Away from you."

   "What?  Away from me?  Get back in here and tell me what you mean."

   "Gwen . . .  something is happening to me.  I can't be around you
anymore right now."

   "Why not?

   "You-you're making me do things.  Bad things."

   "Bad things?  You seem happier every day I've spent time with you.  In
fact, you seem happiest when I take charge and tell you what to do.  Aren't
you happier than you've ever been since I've taken charge?" I asked her.

   "Yes." She admitted.

   "So why are you complaining?"

   "Because, because I feel like I'm losing control of my life.  Sometimes
when you tell me to do something I feel like I can't say no, even when I
want to." She told me.

   "That's silly, Shannon.  You're just learning that do what I tell you
makes you happy.  You're happier because you've been letting me take
charge. Tell me the truth, does it make you feel good or bad when you do
what I say?"

   "Good, but it *shouldn't*.  Not when you make me do things like you did
yesterday."

   "You mean when you sucked on my sweaty feet?  Or do you mean when you
let me fondle your boobs?  I thought you enjoyed both.  Didn't you?  Tell
me the truth."

   "Well, yes, I did.  But that's not something I'd normally enjoy." She
said, and for the first time in everything I'd done to her she actually
looked unhappy.

   "What does it matter if you enjoyed it?  You should be happy that I'm
making your life so much better.  If you can be happy doing anything, isn't
that a good thing?  Why does it matter to you if I'm the one deciding what
you do?"

   "I-I'm scared.  I'm becoming too dependent on you.  If you told me to do
something awful I don't know if I could resist.  I have to get away from
you for a while."

   "I think you're wrong Shannon.  I think you need me to tell you what to
do *more*.  In fact, I think you'll find you're happiest when you just do
what I want all the time." I told her smugly.

   "No!  That's not true.  I-I'm not like that!"

   "Is that so?  Why don't we just see about that?  Take off your clothes!"
I demanded.

   She stared at me then as she stood motionless.  I could her struggling
with her desire to obey and it made me hot.

   "Don't fight it.  You know you want to do it.  Go on, take off just your
sweater and see how good it feels to obey." I told her.

   A tear trickled down her cheek, but she didn't move or make for the
door. She just stood there at war with her own traitorous mind.

   "Don't torture yourself Shannon, just give in and feel the joy of
obeying *me*."

   Her hands actually shook at her sides for a moment, and a second fat
droplet left a wet trail down her face.  And Shannon gave a little gasp and
reached for the bottom of her sweater.  I felt my sex grow hotter and
wetter on its own as I watched my roommate pull her sweater up and over her
large bosom.  Then the sweater was up over her head and Shannon was
throwing it down to the floor.  I quickly pushed my advantage.

   "That's it Shannon.  Feel the feeling that only obeying me can give you.
Get the rest of those clothes off right now!" I ordered her.

   Shannon didn't hesitate, she began to pull of her clothing as quickly as
she could and I loved watching her succumb to my dominance.

   "Faster!  Take it *all* off.  Even the underwear.  Now!  Do it!" I
demanded as she rushed to obey.

   In moments Shannon stood naked in front of the pile of her clothing, a
huge grin on her face.

   "I do feel better." Shannon told me.

   "Of course you do.  My control is the path to happiness.  Now play with
your nipples.  Do it!" I insisted.

   Shannon was happy now, and her resistance was apparently gone with her
unhappiness.  She took her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and
tweaked them for me, smiling the whole time.

   "Feels good to obey, doesn't it?"

   "Yes." She said with a dopey sigh, her hands still twisting and pulling
at her nipples as she said it.

   I pulled myself up off my bed and stood for the first time as Shannon
played with her boobs.  Stretching I couldn't help but grin ear to ear at
the sight of my naked roommate.  She began to stop playing with her tits so
I gave her a stern look.

   "Don't stop!  Don't you dare stop until I tell you to!" I demanded,
jabbing my index finger towards her as I said it.

   Our room was pretty small, now I was standing only five feet from
Shannon's sexy naked body.  The ideas racing through my head were each
successively kinkier than the last.  Shannon was sliding down the slippery
slope to slavery before my very eyes, and I planned to push her ass down it
as fast as I could.  I let her twist her own nips for another thirty
seconds before I began.

   "Bring my chair over her-I want to sit down."

   She grabbed my desk chair and picked it up.  Her big jugs jiggled around
as she brought the chair to where I pointed,and for a moment she was
standing so close to me I could barely take it.  Making her prance around
naked, making her *obey me* was getting me hot.  I sat down in the chair
and pointed for her to move back to where she had been.

   "Go over there and get down on your knees Shannon."

   She knelt down on all fours and it made her chest look even bigger as
her large boobs now dangled heavily in front of her.  I pointed down to the
floor in front of me as I stared into her happy eyes.

   "Crawl.  Crawl on your hands and knees.  Do it!  Crawl over here and
kiss my feet.  That's a good girl Shannon.  Feel how good it is to obey. 
Crawl for me!" I urged her as she slowly crawled towards me.

   Shannon reached the spot I'd pointed to, the floor between my slightly
spread feet, and then she began kissing the top of first one and then the
other foot.

   "Good girl.  Now kiss your way up my legs.  Do it."

   Shannon's head shook a little as she began to do it, began kissing her
way up my legs.  I thought for a moment that she was starting to resist,
but then she was doing it and loving it.  She continued to kiss my calves,
and then my knees, and I was about to breathe a sigh of relief when she
began to slow again.  I had to start giving her more orders, smaller ones,
more frequently.  That way she'd have more sensations of rewarding
happiness.  I pointed to the inside of my knee.

   "Kiss me here." I pointed a little higher up the inside of my thigh. 
"Now kiss me here.  And here.  Kiss me right here." I ordered, pulling her
kissing lips deeper and deeper into the `V' of my open thighs with each
kiss.

   The farther Shannon's feathery soft kisses moved up my thighs the hotter
I got.  My pussy tingled with twisted desire as I slowly brought my
roommate's mouth where I so desperately desired it.  I spread my legs even
farther to accommodate her head as I pointed to the last bit of my thigh
before my panty covered mound.  She kissed my there, at the crease between
my thigh and crotch, and I swear I nearly came right then.  She was so
close that I could feel her warm breath on my crotch.

   "And here." I said, and my voice quavering as I pointed to my mound.

   "Oh . . .  I . . ." Shannon said, her voice a surprise to my ears.

   She paused there, staring at the crotch of my panties, unmoving.

   "Do it." I tried, more desperate than ever to feel her lips *there*.

   " . . .  but . . .  I . . ." She muttered softly.

   I couldn't take it anymore, it was killing me.  I grabbed her head in my
hands and pulled it forward as I gave her the order once more.

   "Kiss me Shannon."

   " . . .  oh Gwen . . .  I . . .  mmmmpppph." Shannon's stilted muttering
was cut off abruptly as I pulled her nose and mouth into my panties.

   "Kiss my pussy." I ordered again, stronger now.

   I felt Shannon bring her lips together and push them against me, and I
could almost feel the wet stain on the cloth separating us grow larger as
she did it.  I resisted the urge to pull my panties aside right then and
demand she eat me.  Small orders.  Lot's of small orders, I thought to
myself through the haze of arousal that threatened to shut off my brain
completely.  Still guiding her head with my hands I moved her face lower
and pressed her nose into the moist cloth covering my sodden cunt.

   "Smell it.  Take a deep breath.  Feel how happy you are doing what I
say. Sniff it, sniff my pussy."

   Shannon took her orders and performed them with energy and gusto.  I
heard and felt it as her nose pulled air through the wet cotton of my
panties.  It was so perverse, so wonderfully perverse.  I loved every
second of it.  This was something the normal Shannon wouldn't just refuse
to do-she'd hate it.  And every sign showed that now not only didn't she
hate what I was doing to her, but in fact she loved it.  My evil plan was
working out exactly as I'd desired.

   "Do you like that smell Shannon?  I bet you do.  I bet just sniffing it
is making you feel all warm and happy inside.  Isn't that so?"

   When Shannon stopped sniffing my crotch long enough to meekly nod her
head "yes", a smile I'd manufactured was spread across her face.  It didn't
matter what I told her to do, she was in so deep now that the reward of
obedience was beyond her ability to resist.  I could do anything, and I
knew it.  And the power I felt then was beyond *my* ability to resist.

   "Say it out loud.  Tell me you love smelling it."

   "I love smelling it." Shannon fairly beamed now.  The smile on her face
was beginning to seem omnipresent.

   "Tell me it smells good."

   "It smells good."

   "Sniff it again."

   She jammed her own nose into my crotch this time, buried it right
*there* where I wanted it.  God it felt so good, I couldn't resist any
longer.  My pussy throbbed with need, the pressure of the top of her nose
against my clit sending an electric tingle throughout my whole body.

   "Let me help you.  Let me rub your face in it." I told her as I grasped
her head in my hands once more.

   I pulled her face in hard against me and the sensation of my swollen
clit was intensely arousing.  Using my hands I tugged her face into my
pussy, and then again.

   "Sniff it.  Sniffy my pussy Shannon." I ordered as I pulled her against
me again.

   Each time her nose mashed into my pussy it rubbed my clit again.  I
began doing it harder and harder.  I was moaning then, totally controlled
by the sensations filling my body.  I couldn't stop, I just kept jamming
her face against me again and again.

   "That's a good girl Shannon.  Just sniff it while I . . .  OH! . . . 
sniff it while I fuck your face!  Oh god yes . . .  sniff that pussy . . .
Oh yes!"

   My dream of having her lick me down there was going to have to wait.  I
was on the verge and had no intention of stopping then.  My perverse lust
controlled me just as surely as my hypnotic programming controlled her as I
rammed her face harder and harder into my crotch.

   "Oh yes, oh my god yes.  You're my slave now Shannon.  You're my little
fucking toy that . . .  OH! . . .  I can do whatever I want with you!  Oh
my god . . .  get your nose in there . . .  Oh yes . . .  sniff that
fucking pussy!  Slave!  Oh yes!  Yes!  YES!!!" I cried out as I climaxed
right then.

   My hands pulled her face against me so hard then I must have nearly
pulled her head right off.  Quivering and shaking I rode the glorious wave
of pleasure as the orgasm swept through me.  Involuntarily my thighs
clamped tight around Shannon's face as I twitched and shivered with the
incredible sensation's power.  It felt so good-*too* good.  It was too much
for me to take.  I was panting and quivering and sweating in my chair, my
legs convulsively squeezing at Shannon's trapped face.

   "Oh my fucking god." I gasped finally as I released my death grip on her
head and pushed her away.

   I was still light-headed from what I'd just done.  I'd never even been
with a woman before, much less with my own hypnotically mesmerized lesbian
slavegirl.  But as wonderful as I felt I didn't want to give Shannon a
chance to recover either.  With every time she accepted my commands she was
falling deeper under my power and I had no intention of letting up.

   My pussy still throbbed with an almost painful heat and my panties were
a sloppy mess.  There was a huge wet stain where Shannon's nose had jammed
them right up into my sex.  I looked down at her kneeling there with a face
damp with her sweat and my wetness, and wicked, perverse ideas began
blossoming in my mind.

   "You've made a mess of my panties Shannon.  They're all wet and slimy.
Take them off of me." I demanded, and then I stood up over her.

   Shannon's hands reached out without any further suggestion on my part
and carefully grasped the waistband of my underwear.  She slid them down
over my hips and I stepped out of them as she gently moved them from around
my foot.  Even that, the act of stripping me of my wet panties, made her
smile then.

   "Good girl Shannon.  I know it makes you happy to do what I tell you." I
said, giving her a pat on the head as I sat back down in my chair with only
the t-shirt covering me.

   "Now hold up my panties and look at the inside.  See that big wet spot?
I want you to show me how much you love my pussy by rubbing that spot all
over your face.  Do it, smear my pussy juice all over your face." I
demanded, reveling in the perverse power I held.

   Shannon turned the soiled cloth inside out, and while I watched she
began to rub her own face in the wetness there.

   "That's a good slave girl.  Tell me you love my pussy while you do it.
And don't just rub in on your face, rub it all over yourself-I want your
whole body to smell like my pussy!" The depth of my own depravity surprised
even me.

   "I love your pussy Gwen.  I love it.  I love your pussy." She told me as
she wiped the wet cloth down her face and onto her big tits.

   "Don't stop, keep saying it while you apply my perfume." I told her and
she did.

   "I love your pussy.  I love your pussy.  I love your pussy." She
repeated it a little faster and stronger each time as she continued to bath
herself in my secretions.

   "That's it, keep going.  Faster!  Say it faster!  Keep saying it!"

   "I love your pussy.  I love your pussy.  I love your pussy!  I love your
pussy!  I love your Pussy!I love your
Pussy!Iloveyourpussy!Iloveyourpussy!Iloveyourpussy!" She chanted as she
continued to rub my dirty panties all over her beautiful young body.

   No matter what awful thing I did to her she just seemed to love it more
and more.  It was wonderful.

   "Good girl.  Good little slave girl.  Now smell my panties." I ordered
and she held the bit of cloth back up to her nose and took a deep breath.

   "You feel great don't you?  You love smelling my stinky panties!  It
makes you feel great!  Now suck on them, suck my delicious female flavor
from them."

   She soon had my underwear in her mouth and it gave me another idea.

   "Get down on your hands and knees and act like a dog.  Keep my panties
in your mouth and be a puppy for me.  That's it Shannon, good doggie." I
told her as she got down on her knees with my panties dangling from her
mouth.

   "Wag your tail.  Wag it for me.  Come over here and drop my smelly
panties."

   She dropped them at my feet, looking like nothing so much as a happy
puppy.  I grabbed them and wadded them into a crinkly ball in my hand.

   "Fetch doggie!" I shouted and I threw my underwear across the room.

   Awkwardly Shannon rushed to crawl over to my underwear and pick them up
with her mouth.  Her round bottom wiggled as she crouched down to grasp
them, and then her big boobs jiggled in front of her as she quickly crawled
back and dropped the panties at my feet again exactly as a dog might.

   "Good doggie.  Fetch!" I threw the cloth across the room again.

   By the time she was back again I was laughing out loud.  I couldn't help
myself-she just looked so funny acting that way.  I made her do it three
more times before I got bored and decided on a new game.

   "Good doggie.  Now get up and act like my normal slave girl again.  I
want you to get dressed in something nice, something conservative and
professional looking.  Wear whatever you'd wear to a job interview.  We're
going to play the job interview game." I told her.

   While she rummaged through her clothes I cleaned off my desk, and turned
it out away from the wall.  I set my chair behind it and the chair from her
desk in front of it as if it were an office.  Shannon was getting dressed
in a nice grey skirt and white blouse-exactly the sort of thing I wanted
her to wear.

   "Do your hair and makeup too." I demanded, still half-naked myself even
as she got fully dressed.

   Using her little mirror at her desk she applied her makeup and worked on
her hair as I directed her.

   "Come on Shannon.  You have to look nice for your job interview." I
urged her, but in reality I was already surprised at how good she looked.

   With my constant little instructions to help her along, Shannon wore a
smile as she made herself look really good for me.  I watched as she
applied the finishing touch, a bright red shade of lipstick that I selected
for her from my own makeup kit.

   "No we're going to play the job interview game.  This is what you have
to do." I began, and it took me three minutes to explain exactly what I
wanted her to do.  I didn't know if she'd follow such a complex and
detailed order, but it would be so hot if she did.  Besides, what did I
have to lose?

   * * * * * * * * * *

   "Come in." I said, sitting behind my desk in just my sleeping shirt.

   Shannon strode eagerly up to my desk and stretched out her hand as I
stood up.

   "Shannon Atwater." She said.

   "Gwen, Gwen Myrie." I responded as I shook her hand.  "Have a seat."

   "So you're here about the office manager job listing?" I asked her.

   "Yes."

   "Did you bring a resume?"

   "Oh yes ma'am.  Here you go." She said, handing me a blank sheet of
paper.

   I pretended to read it for a moment, occasionally looking up at her as
she sat fidgeting in front of me.

   "Well Ms.  Atwater, you're hardly qualified for the position.  According
to this you have no skills to speak of."

   "I know ma'am, but I'm a hard worker and I really need this job." She
plead to me.

   "That's nice.  But I can't consider you for this position.  I do have
another position though.  It's sort of an administrative assistant
position. It's not a very good job though.  It's a position with no
possibility for promotion, horrible wages, and an awful tyrant of a
boss-me. You wouldn't be interested in that though, would you?" I asked
her.

   "I really wanted that manager position.  But I *have* to find a job
soon. What do the job duties consist of?"

   "The position requires someone who can follow orders without thought and
with total obedience.  Can you follow orders?" I asked her as I stood up
and walked around to her side of the desk and leaned on its edge facing
her.

   "Yes." She answered uncertainly.

   "Prove it.  Get down on your knees." I demanded.

   "Yes ma'am." Shannon said as she dropped to her knees.

   "I see you *are* an obedient girl.  I guess I can tell you the truth
about the job then.  It's not so much an administrative assistant position
at all.  I'm looking for more of a . . .  slave.  One in which you'd be
totally subservient to me.  Does that sound interesting to you?" I asked
her.

   "I-I don't know, ma'am.  How much does this job pay?" She asked.

   Even though she was just playing the part I'd ordered her to, the whole
scene was getting me really hot.

   "Well, it doesn't actually pay any money.  You would be paid in this." I
said, lifting my nightshirt up to expose my crotch.

   "I don't understand.  I wouldn't get any money?"

   "No Ms.  Atwater.  The job pays in pussy.  In exchange for being my
slave, I'll occasionally allow you to eat my pussy.  I should imagine a
worthless little slave like you would be enjoy that, enjoy the opportunity
to serve your boss in the most intimate way."

   "Ma'am!  I-I couldn't do . . .  that.  That's disgusting!  Only a
pervert would do that." She said.

   "I'm afraid that's the only job you're qualified for Ms.  Atwater.." I
told her sternly.

   "I'm leaving." Shannon said, and she began to rise.

   Stepping forward I put my hand on her shoulder and kept her from rising.
With my other hand I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face forward
into my crotch.

   "We'll see about that.  I think we both know that you're just the girl
for the job.  Consider this your oral exam for the position.  Now EAT MY
PUSSY!" I demanded.

   Shannon thrust her tongue into my swollen folds and it was like nothing
I'd ever felt before.  When I'd molested her earlier I'd only rubbed myself
in her face-this was completely different.  Another woman was actually
giving me oral sex-and what's more I could make her do it again whenever I
wanted!

   "Good girl.  Oh yes you are a good girl." I moaned as my arousal grew.

   Shannon's lips caressed and molded my mound as her tongue slithered in
and out of my steaming womanhood.  Her tongue started lapping at me, up and
down and side to side, it felt so good I felt like I was in a dream.

   "That's it Ms.  Atwater, eat my pussy like a good little slave.  Make me
cum, make me cum on your dirty little face!" I said, and once more my own
depravity both shocked and aroused me.

   Looking down at her kneeling there all dressed up, with her lipstick and
makeup smeared all over her face, I felt like I could do anything.  Shannon
was my role-playing lesbian slave-girl and I was just getting started. 
Being in control was turning me on like nothing else could.

   "Oh yes, there.  Faster, lick faster.  Harder, there, oh yes!" I cried
as she continued to lap at my cunt with abandon.

   I began to thrust my pelvis forward to meet her frantic slurping face
even harder.  Pulling her hair with my hands I humped her face while she
continued to lick and suck me over the edge.  I came, and then I came
again, and then I couldn't take it anymore.  Shannon was still lapping at
me but my clit was too sensitive to go on.  I pushed her away and looked
down at the mess I'd made of her.  Even though her face was shiny with my
wetness, and her red lipstick smeared all over mouth and cheeks, Shannon
still had that dopey smile nonetheless.

   "You can't deny it now.  Admit that you're a worthless little
pussy-licker."

   "Yes ma'am, I'm a worthless . . .  pussy-licker."

   "Only a useless idiot would take a job where she got paid in pussy.  You
*are* a useless idiot, aren't you?"

   "Yes ma'am."

   "Good.  You've got the job.  You can start immediately.  From now on
you're my slave."

   I looked down at my crotch and found red smears of her lipstick all over
there as well.  I'd had more sexual release that morning than in the entire
rest of my life previously.  Our dorm room smelled like pure sex.  I looked
down at Shannon again and celebrated inside at my incredible victory over
her.  Play-acting aside, she really was my slave now.  I planned to spend
every minute available with her until I'd made her follow so many commands
she'd never recover.

   "Wipe your face off with some tissues and change.  Let's go see if
there's anyone else in the showers." I told her, and she happily jumped to
my words.

   I started to move the desk out of the middle of the room, but then I
thought better of it.  I'd make Shannon do it when we got back.  I gathered
up my shower stuff and waited as Shannon quickly got ready as well.

   As we headed off to the shared showers down the hall I really hoped
nobody would be there-my new toy might be fun in the shower.  New play
scenes jumped into my head as well.  I decided next time I would make her
pretend to be a student begging her female professor to let her make up an
exam or something.  My overly stimulated pussy managed to still send shock
up my spine as I imagined it-yes, that would be definitely be happening
that weekend.

   Walking down the hall, Shannon couldn't keep that dopey grin off her
face for anything.  For that matter I had a pretty dopey grin on my face as
well.  We must have looked like we were high or something.

   "You know Shannon, I think we must be the happiest girls on campus." I
told her, looking both ways down the hall before giving her ass a squeeze.

   "Oh!  I think I must be the happiest girl in the whole world.  Thank you
Gwen!" Shannon answered, and she was practically beaming.

   Two happy girls, that was us.  And the source of our happiness was the
same thing-- Shannon's ever stronger submission to me.  I didn't really
feel guilty about it either.  I mean, I knew what I'd done was awful, but
it was almost a victimless crime, right?  At least Shannon wasn't
complaining.


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