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I am not the author - this is merely a repost





This is not really a story, but more of a collection of related
reminiscences, like someone talking to a friend or their therapist.
It really grew out of an image I had floating in my mind which
makes one scene of the story.  I won't describe it now except to
say that lots of people are apparently happily doing something
that no person in their right mind would consider, and the
reminiscer is faced with either doing the same or feeling like a
troublemaker.  The rest of the story built around this scene is sort
of a mind-control story with much left to the imagination.  Happy
imagining!  -- deirdre

College
by deirdre

I transferred to a small, relatively private women's college after my
sophomore year.  After a couple of weeks, I knew it was the
environment for me, even if I only met men when we got together
with guys from a men's college that was 10 miles away.  That was
some years ago, and they are both now coed, but that is another
story.  This story is about some weird memories I have from that
school.  I got along with my new dorm roommate, Sherry, just fine,
and I loved some of my professors.  The first weird thing I recall
was one night after I had been there about two weeks.  It seems
almost like a dream, maybe because it is too strange to be real.
Anyhow, in the middle of the night, I heard people talking and moving
around in the halls.  Soon Sherry was up too, and telling me to get up.
I didn't know what to think.  I wondered about a fire, but no one was
hurrying, or if there had been some kind of shocking news, or if this
was some sort of initiation or college tradition that I hadn't heard
about.  Anyhow, soon we were in the hallway with the other girls, all
of us still in our nightgowns, with no robes!  Everyone was going
downstairs and Sherry and I went along.  I gave Sherry several
questioning looks, but got no response except that she seemed to be
encouraging me to go along.

We reached the ground floor, and then we all got in line at this door
that I had never seen open before, underneath the stairs.  The line
was slowly moving as the girls entered the door.  I couldn't see much
through the door, but it seemed to be another staircase that went
down.  "What's going on?"  I asked Sherry.  "Don't worry," she
answered.  Well, eventually we got up to the door, and I found it to
be a very cramped staircase, and the line continued on down.  Once
we were on the staircase, there wasn't enough room to get out of
line unless everyone behind us backed out!

Well, we continued to move up in the line as the stairs wound around
a couple of corners, and I became more aware of a noise.  Earlier, it
had been softer, like a furnace in the distance (though this wasn't
the season for that), but as we descended the stairs, it grew louder,
and somewhat mechanical, like factory machinery.  It made me more
than a little nervous.

Finally, we we got close enough that I could see the head of the line.
The noise was deafining.  At the bottom of the stair was a little
room.  I could see that the girl who was two places in front of me
was lying down, right where the stairs met the room!  Then, the girl
in front of me pulled off her nightgown and she was nude!  I could
see that in front of her on the floor was conveyor belt of some kind!
The noise was much louder now, and very mechanical!  She lay down
on the conveyor belt, so she was moving head first!  I could see that
the conveyor belt passed through a fairly small hole in the side of
the room, that had strips of fabric of some sort acting as a curtain.
The noise was obviously coming from behind that curtain!  The
conveyor belt just carried her into the little hole in the wall and she
was gone!

You can't imagine how I felt, seeing that.  I was still a bit
lightheaded from sleeping, but this was beyond strange!  I  glanced
back at Sherry and started to say something, but she said "It's OK, go
ahead" in an assuring voice, though she had to speak over the din.
There was a pile of nightgowns and panties.  "Go ahead," Sherry
repeated.  There was obviously no turning back up the stairs without
causing a huge stir.  I couldn't conceive of what was going on.  But
all those girls in front of me had done it, and I wasn't sure enough of
myself to be different.  So I did it!  I slipped off my nightgown and
panties, and lay down like I'd seen the girl in front of me, and was
never more scared in my life as I we moved along toward the
growing noise.

When I passed through the curtain, what I remember is that the noise
was almost unbearable, and it was bright--so bright I couldn't see
anything.  But that is all I remember.  Except I have the vague
memory of being back in my dorm room with Sherry and slipping back
into bed.  Wearing my sleepware.  Later during the day, when I saw
that door on the ground floor, it was always closed and locked.

And that is the clearest of all of my weird memories.  I have vague
memories that we did the same thing more nights that week, and
later, but I just can't remember well enough to say.  Other than that,
I had a few weird experiences along with the uncomfortable feeling
that they are somehow connected.  One was just an image that came
to my mind once.  I was sitting in English class, a class I thoroughly
enjoyed mostly because of the professor, a woman who seemed like
a genius to me, and whom I idolized.  She was lecturing class one
day, and somehow my mind got lost and I just stared at her instead
of listening.  She was thirtyish, slender, very attractive, and was
wearing a suit, which seemed almost more suitable to a business
woman than to a professor.  Anyhow, for a moment, just for a
moment, the weirdest image came to my mind.  I imagined her
dressed in that same suit, and me totally nude.  And I imagined
saying "whip me" to her.  And I imagined a searing pain on my rear!
And that was it.  The only problem is that it half-seemed like a
memory!

Another time, my sister, Mindy, who was still in high school came to
visit me for the weekend.  She sacked out in a sleeping bag in our
dorm room.  I have a very vague memory of guiding her downstairs
that night like Sherry guided me earlier and convincing her to get on
the conveyor.  The scary thing is that she was gone in the morning!
Sherry didn't seem concerned at all saying she was a "big girl", and I
got the same reaction from everyone I talked to including the dorm
mother and the Dean of Students!  They said she had probably gone
home!  Well, part of me listened to them, or wanted to believe them,
while another part of my mind was panic stricken!  But something
held me from doing anything all weekend until finally I called home
on Sunday evening.  She was there, right on schedule!  And Mom
thanked me for arranging for her to ride home with one of my
professors!

Another weird thing happened sometime after I snooped one day and
found that Sherry had a dildo underneath her clothes in one of her
drawers.  I'd never seen one before, but I recognized it for what it
was.  I never said anything to her about my discovery, and after some
initial private amusement thinking about Sherry and her dildo, I
nearly forgot about it.  But one Saturday night, when I was studying
in the dorm room alone, and feeling more than a little lonely and
horny, something made me remember that dildo.  After a little more
studying, I stopped and went and got it out of the drawer.  It was
like I was watching myself do all this, but I knew I was going to try
the thing.  I undressed, and got some vaseline and covered the thing
with it and lay down on my bed.  Then I lay on my side, put the thing
against my asshole, and pushed it in!  And it slipped right in several
inches with no trouble whatsoever!  I'd never had anything done to
my ass nor had I ever played with it!  I don't know what made me do
that, that night, and I certainly don't know how come I was so good
at it!  When I got it in, I was so hot I almost screamed, and I
immediately came so much I passed out!  After waking up and
cleaning up and putting the dildo away, I never looked for it or saw
it again.  And I've never had any sort of anal sex since then!

Another thing that bothers me has happened now and again since I've
been married.  Sometimes when I see my husband nude, and see his
cock, I get the feeling I should put it in my mouth and something
tells me that I could take all of it, even when it is hard.  This is even
though we never have oral sex, and I've never had oral sex in my life!

I graduated at the end of the next year.  I left the place and have
never been back.  Mindy wanted to go there, but something in me
made me object--in fact, I objected so effectively to my mother,
even though I had no specific complaints, that she refused to send
Mindy there.  But later, after Mindy graduated from another college,
she went back to my alma mater and got a job on the staff.  She
seldom leaves there to visit home even though it is an easy trip for a
weekend.  And she seems different when I see her now.  She has
asked me to come visit her at the college--almost insisted in fact--
and has told me she is positive that I would enjoy the visit she has
planned for me, but something holds me back, some vague fear of the
place.

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