____________________________ | | /)| KRISTEN'S BOOKSHELF |(\ / )| DIRECTORIES |( \ __( (|____________________________|) )__ ((( \ \ > /_) ( \ < / / ))) (\\\ \ \_/ / \ \_/ / ///) \ / \ / \ _/ \_ / / / \ \ o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o The 'Bookshelf collection' offers a very wide variety of o o stories. They have been submitted by people from all over the o o world. Also from alt.sex.stories (Newsgroups). There is no o o particular order other than offering them to you in alpha- o o betical directories. o o I don’t believe in categorizing things. "I don’t want to o o be typed therefore I don’t type things myself." I think it’s o o a lot more fun to browse around and find 'little' surprises o o that you might not have even thought of looking for. o o Lest we forget!!! This story was produced as adult en- o o tertainment and should not be read by minors. Kristen o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Out of Control (MF, mc) by Anon NIXPIX Author - 1993 * 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 researched 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 Kristen, and my other sex slaves at my house one day. But, since I didn't exert total control over Kristen, I had made a mistake that I would live to regret. I ran into Kristen at the cafeteria the day after our little episode in my basement. "You want to be tied up again, Kristen," 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 Kristen, "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 Kristen’s face, but I was too sleepy to really care. "That's right, Fred, just go to sleep," said Kristen. "Those pills in your coffee worked faster than I thought they would. The caffeine must have sped up the process." She had drugged me! "After yesterday, I saw some of your notes in science class," said Kristen. "That's when I realized you used subliminal techniques 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 Kristen, "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 masturbate. It'll be so overwhelming that you'll start to massage your penis through your jeans until you cum in your pants. all right, time to wake up now." With her last words, I woke with a start. Boy, was I horny. As I talked with Kristen, my hand kept gravitating towards my dick. I didn't care who was watching, as I began to masturbate 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 noticeable mark on the outside of my light colored jeans. "What do we have here?," said Kristen. "Hmmm...looks like you have a problem Freddy boy. You seem to have a problem controlled back into a trance. "Okay, little Freddie, time for the next phase of our little game," said Kristen 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 Kristen. 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. Kristen 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, Kristen suggested we go to her house. Little did I know that she had more humiliation in store for me there. Little did I know that Kristen’s humiliation 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 definitely learned my lesson. The hypnotic drug she put in my coffee had put me at her beck and call. After unknowingly been humiliated by masturbating into my jeans and showing off the cum stains in public, Kristen suggested that we go to her house. When we got there, I was surprised 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 Kristen, they didn't even say hello to me. Then, Kristen 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 Kristen. "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 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 predicament 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 arousal, it only took a few seconds until I came on the floor. "We can't have that!," shrieked Kristen. "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 Kristen. "Then, let's take this show on the road." I stood there in terror. On one hand, I wanted to wear the clothes that Kristen 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. Trapped. Kristen’s little pill in my coffee had me trapped. Her hypnotic spell over me, had forced me to masturbate in the cafeteria, then walk around to show everyone the cum stains on my jeans. Then Kristen took me home where Kristen, 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 Kristen, "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 Kristen. "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. Kristen’s still had me under her power! "Now, little Freddie," smirked Kristen, "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. Every time 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 Kristen’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 Kristen. "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 Kristen was holding a camera and grinning widely. "Just some pictures for our scrapbook, Freddy," said Kristen. "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, Kristen’s comment about LOTS of pictures made me believe that I had lots yet to come. 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. Kristen 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 Polaroid’s that Kristen 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 Kristen’s house. "Now," said Kristen, "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 Kristen, "But I have a better one, let's but him under again...kumquat." When Kristen said "kumquat," I was once again in never-never land. "Okay, little Freddie," said Kristen, "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 cock-sucking, panty-assed little jerk-off, I think it's time to show the rest of the world who you REALLY are," said Kristen. "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 theater. 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 Levi’s 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 Kristen’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 Kristen 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 Kristen 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 luscious 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 clote 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....Kristen 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 horrified 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. Kristen’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. Kristen 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 Kristen prepared for such a contingency? While thoughts of suspension and expulsion 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. Kristen’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 erection. "Mr. Garrison, since this seems to excite you so, why don't you show the class how you jerk-off." Mr. Garrison immediately 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, Kristen was outside the door waiting for me. "Well, little Freddie," said Kristen, "This oughta teach you that what goes around, cums around." As Kristen flasho agree with her. Kristen had certainly gotten her revenge for my treatment of her. However, I didn't know what the future held for me. THE END