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On many of her stories, but not on my copy of this one, deirdre wrote:
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this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment is
sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre
I'm taking this as a general permission.
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
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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 pedal.
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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Experiment
by deirdre
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