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Subject: RP: Deirdre - Experiment

<I am only a reposter>

A wicked little story: my attempt at a pseudo-scientific mind-control

story, obviously inspired by some of our fine a.s.s.d. reading.

 -- deirdre



Disclaimer: this is not reality; it is a string of words.  The author

does not wish to live out the experiences described.  The author

does not wish anyone to live out the experiences described.  If you

lack the maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no

circumstances read this story without the express permission

and guidance of someone more mature. -- deirdre



Experiment

by deirdre



I first met Ms. Michaels when my roommate, Cindy, and I happened to 

run into her walking across campus.  My roommate stopped her and 

introduced me.



"How do you do," said Ms. Michaels.  She looked friendly enough and 

paid attention to me, but there was something that made me uneasy 

about her.



That was the only time I saw her until I signed up for her class.  I 

really didn't need the class: I only needed one psych course for my 

degree and I had already taken the introductory course.  But Cindy 

told me I ought to take another and told me that Ms. Michaels's 

course was the one to take.  She finally convinced me to take it as an 

elective.  I did think it was a little strange that Cindy was so 

vociferous about me specifically taking Ms. Michaels's course.



Well Ms. Michaels turned out to be a fascinating teacher and she was 

really nice to us too--always stopping to talk with any of us she ran 

across.  I stopped in her office one day to pick up an assignment and 

we ended up chatting for an hour.  I wished all my professors were 

as easy to get along with as she was.



Well one day after class I stopped to talk to her... I guess I just felt 

like talking, and we chatted for a bit and then she invited me out to 

eat with her!  I accepted readily and we ended up at a bar, eating 

some oerdeurves.



We talked and talked that evening, and somehow we ended up talking 

about men and dating.  And then we were talking about sex.  I had had 

a couple of drinks and I guess I talked to her about intimate things 

I'd never have told *anyone* any other time.  But she was just so 

easy to talk to.



"Well, have you *ever* felt an attraction to a female?"  She was 

asking me if I were bisexual?  I didn't remember how we had gotten 

to this topic, but it didn't seem out of place.  I guess she interpreted 

my pause as an answer.  "Seriously," she added.



"Well," I answered.



"Oh, it's nothing to be ashamed of," she answered.  She had guessed 

my secret!  "Some pretty coed, no doubt.  Who has turned you on?"



"This is too embarrassing!"



"Oh, don't worry.  It's *good* for you to share it with *someone*.  

You can trust me.  Tell me who?"



"Well," I paused again, "One of the cheerleaders--she's a brunette."  I 

had *never* told anyone this nor expected to.  I *did* find myself 

attracted to the cheerleader--I sometimes found myself thinking 

about her at night, and when I'd see her, I'd actually feel a bit 

excited.



"Do you *know* her?"



"Oh, no!  I've... seen her at games."



"So it's just an attraction.  It's all right honey.  Don't be 

embarrassed.  It's not at all uncommon for women."  She did talk me 

into accepting that there was nothing horrible about a feeling or 

two.  But I hadn't let on how much it affected me some of the time.  

That was as far as our conversation went on that topic.  I didn't 

think too much about it after that.



One afternoon after class on friday afternoon, Ms. Michaels stopped 

me on the way out.  "Come over to the lab for a minute," she said.  I 

wondered what she wanted, but followed her over to another building 

where the psychology labs were.  We went through a couple of rooms, 

turning on lights and finally came into a room where she stopped.  

"Come here," she said and I came over to where she was standing.  

She took my arm, and in about a half second, I realized she had 

handcuffed my wrist to a pipe!



"Ms. Michaels!"  I said, too shocked to think straight.



"I've got something to show you," she said.  She picked up a blanket 

from the other side of the floor, and there were three women, lying 

on the floor, tied up and gagged!



"Ms. Michaels, what are you doing!"  I began to shout for help.



"These rooms are soundproof," said Ms. Michaels.  "Don't bother 

yelling.  Just listen to what I'm going to tell you!"



"What are you going to do?"  I finally said, giving up on the yelling.



"I told you: listen!"  I was finally silent.  She had to be crazy.  How 

was I going to get out of here?  What was going on?  "I'm going to 

give you your cheerleader."



"My what?"



"Your cheerleader.  The cheerleader you had the hots for.  She's going 

to be yours."



"Ms. Michaels, *please* let me go..."



"You've got to hear me out!  I've got your cheerleader here."  She 

pointed at the three women on the floor.  "I got all the brunette ones 

so one of these is the one you like.  I'm going to make her want you."



"Ms. Michaels, *please*!"



"You're still not listening."  She sounded a little perturbed.  "She's 

yours.  She'll do anything you want.  I just want one thing in return."



"*Please* let me go!"  She came up and slapped my face!  I looked at 

her in alarm.



"I'm sorry I had to do that," she said.  "Please don't lose control--

listen to me.  She'll do anything you want!"  I was listening.  "She'll 

want you badly."  She paused, but I didn't say anything.  "You don't 

believe me, do you.  I can make her want you.  I know how to do it.  

She'll beg you to let her make love to you and you can indulge 

yourself or not at whim."



"You're crazy." I finally said.



She paused.  "You may be right, but what I'm saying is absolutely 

true."  She paused again, but I didn't speak up.  I just stared at her.  "I 

can make her want you so badly she can't control herself."



"You hypnotize her?"  Why was I talking with this madwoman?



"No, it's much stronger and more permanent than hypnotism.  I'll 

alter her mind permanently"  There was another pause.  Finally I 

spoke.



"What do you want me to do?"



"I'll make her your permanent sex slave...  if you make love to me."  I 

stared at her in disbelief.  I was never so scared in my life.  "You 

don't believe I can do it, do you?  You don't believe I can make her 

burn so hard for you that she can't say no to you."  I didn't answer.  

"I'll show you.  Which one is her?"  I didn't answer, but she asked me 

about each one, pointing to them and my face must have revealed 

something because then she knew which one I had noticed.



I finally spoke up: "If you can do this, why didn't you just do it to 

me?"



"I've *done* that to girls.  It's gotten to be boring.  I want a girl 

who'll make love to me voluntarily."



"Never!"



"Please!?  Don't you find me attractive?  Just agree to make love to 

me, and I'll give you your own little slave, forever."



"You're crazy!"



"There you go again.  You don't believe me?  I'll demonstrate with one 

of the other girls just to show you."  What was I going to do?  She 

wasn't stopping!  She pulled one of the girls up, untied her legs and 

picked up some papers and walked out of the room, dragging her.  The 

girl was still gagged with her hands tied.



They were gone for a few minutes, but not long--maybe five minutes 

tops.  Then she was dragging the girl back in.  She undid the girl's 

gag and hands.  The girl looked at me and immediately rushed over to 

me.  She was on her knees at my feet and started talking, fast.



"*Please* let me lick you.  *Please!  I want you so badly!  Please!*"  I 

looked down at her in disbelief.  She started holding my shoe and 

kissing it.  She started taking my shoe off!



"Stop," I said in a little panic.



"Please," she said looking up at me, piteously.  "I'll... undress for 

you."  She was taking off her clothes.  "Please just let me *touch* 

you?"  I stared.  It appeared that Ms. Michaels knew what she was 

doing!  The girl was undressed in seconds and kneeling at my feet.



"What did you do to her?"  I finally asked.



"Oh, a little highly-charged behavioristic training.  I showed her a 

picture of you and whispered things in her ear, all the while, 

judiciously applying shocks to her through electric probes and 

fingering her to orgasm at the right times.  It's all a matter of 

guiding her thoughts and stimulating her pain and pleasure centers 

as she approaches the right thoughts.  It's surprisingly quick!  Now 

she doesn't want to do *anything* that you don't want her to do."



"Please get her away from me!"



"You'll have to tell her yourself!  You're the only one she'll listen to."  

I told her to take her clothes and go get dressed.



"I'll show you another one," said Ms. Michaels.  She pulled up the 

other girl who wasn't the one I'd mentioned and untied her legs and 

ungagged her.  The girl was strangely quiet and allowed herself to be 

drawn.  Ms. Michaels came back in a few seconds.  "Here, I'll show 

you how I do it," and she unlocked me from the pipe and locked me to 

her own wrist.  I went into the other room with her.  The girl was 

strapped to a seat with some machinery around it.  Ms. Michaels 

handcuffed me to another pipe and went back to her.  "It's really very 

easy with the right tools," she said.  She took a hypodermic and 

injected the girl with something.  "Just a little something to 

increase her *learning potential*"  She pulled down the girl's 

panties and started fingering her vagina and her breasts.  She held a 

picture of me in front of the girl's face.  I heard Ms. Michaels saying 

"You *love* her" over and over.  The girl was coming!  Then I heard 

her say, "do you hate her?  Do you disobey her?" and the girl 

screamed!  I noticed that Ms. Michaels had pressed a foot pedal and 

the girl didn't stop until she let her foot up.  Then she went back to 

fingering her and saying "you love her."  The girl was coming again.  

She went back and forth, talking to the girl and alternating between 

fingering her to orgasm and pressing the peddle.



After a couple of minutes, she stopped and unstrapped the girl.  The 

girl looked at me and I saw the expression on her face change.  She 

ran to me and then stopped, looking at me for a second.  She 

whispered "Please let me make love to you."  She looked so 

*serious*!  Ms. Michaels undid my handcuff and pulled me back into 

the other room and fastened me again.  The girl followed and then 

got on her knees.  "Please?  I'll lick you.  Please?  I'll do my best!"



"You'd better tell her to be quiet," said Ms. Michaels.  I did it and told 

her to go sit next to the other girl.  I stared at Ms. Michaels.  "Yes, I 

really can do it."  I began to think of that other cheerleader begging 

me.  "I want to *share* this with someone," added Ms. Michaels, "I've 

*had* lots of girls who had no choice.  You'd be *shocked* at some of 

the people who obey my every whim."



That lovely, lithe cheerleader!  Begging *me*!



"You don't know how *long* I've waited for this!  I saw you when you 

just came here.  You were just what I needed.  You would be 

*shocked* at everything I've done to get you here today."  She 

actually looked pitiful.



"Please?  Am I so bad to look at?" asked Ms. Michaels.  Actually, she 

is quite attractive.  "It wouldn't be so bad indulging me?  For what I 

can give you?"  She pointed back at the cheerleader who was still 

tied up.  The girl could belong to me!  Ms. Michaels went over and 

untied her legs and stood her up.  She seemed to think she was going 

to convince me.  She untied the girl's gag.



"*Please* don't do that to me!" the girl said.  She was whining like a 

baby.  "I want to keep my *own* mind!  Please!?"



"Isn't she irresistible?" said Ms. Michaels.  I just stared at the girl, 

transfixed.



"Please let me keep my mind!  Please?" the girl continued.  "I'll... I'll 

do what you want!  You don't *have* to do it to me!  Please?"



"You'll what?" asked Ms. Michaels who seemed a little amused.



"I'll... lick her.  I'll lick her as much as she wants."



"What if she wants to whip you?" asked Ms. Michaels.  The girl was 

silent with a stunned expression on her face.  Ms. Michaels started 

pulling her toward the door to the other room.  I just stared.



"OK!  She can whip me if she wants!  Just *please* don't alter my 

mind like that!"



"Looks like you've got a choice," said Ms. Michaels with a slight 

smile.  "Let me lick you and you can have her either way you wish!  

*Please* let me lick you!"  I was surprised a sudden desperation in 

Ms. Michaels voice.  I still stared.



"Please!" said Ms. Michaels.  The girl looked confused as if she didn't 

know what to do.  She could be mine.  If I just let Ms. Michaels...



"OK, on one condition," I said quietly.  Ms. Michaels looked at me, 

silently.



"Let me alter *your* mind," I said to Ms. Michaels.  She still looked 

at me, but her mouth opened in surprise.  I went on: "I want you like 

*them*."  I pointed at the other girls.  "I'll let you lick me if we fix 

it so you *really* want to."



"No!" said Ms. Michaels.  The cheerleader just stared at the two of us.



"I'll let you lick me," I repeated.  I waited, looking at her.  I think I 

smiled a little.



Her voice was a whisper: "OK."

[END]




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