======== Path: news.primenet.com!nntp.news.primenet.com!news.asu.edu!ennfs.eas.asu.edu!cs.utexas.edu!swrinde!sgigate.sgi.com!enews.sgi.com!decwrl!news-server.ncren.net!concert!ashe.cs.unc.edu!not-for-mail From: ladd@cs.unc.edu (Brian C. Ladd) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: MNA: Jillian's Tale (mc ff mf ds) 01/02 Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Date: 18 Mar 1996 11:31:50 -0500 Organization: Mindnumbing Archive Lines: 987 Message-ID: <4ik35m$a4f@baldhead.cs.unc.edu> Reply-To: ladd@cs.unc.edu NNTP-Posting-Host: baldhead.cs.unc.edu Xref: news.primenet.com alt.sex.stories:140252 ============================================================================= Mindnumbing Archive Repost ============================================================================= <V-CHIP RATING=ADULT> The following is erotic in nature. If you are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, stop reading now. 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I will no longer acknowledge messages asking for one. If you're an author in the MNA and you do not want your story reposted: Contact me at ladd@cs.unc.edu and I will remove your story from the reposting list. If you're an author of an Unknown story and you want to take credit for it, contact me as well, please. [BEGIN] Author's note: I would like to apologize in advance to anybody who may feel that parts of the following story may be racist. I assure you that it was not meant to be, but was required for the accurate telling of the story. About a year ago a woman, whose self-description matched Jillian's, began leaving messages on Compuserve describing in great detail the lifestyle that she had fantasized living for years. She announced that after much consideration she had decided to actually live it and advertised for an "appropriate" Mistress. After several weeks of advertising, a young woman responded to her who said she "fit the bill" and ordered her to leave her more specific information via private mail. Neither woman ever posted another message. I assume she found her Mistress. For a long time afterward I thought of her and tried to imagine her in her new lifestyle. The fantasy which she described became the basis for the following story. I hope you like it... ------------------------------------------------------------------ "Jillian's Tale" by: Dr. P Part 1 The Secret <Cough!> <Hack!> "Really, Jillian. You ought to give up that nasty habit. Those cigarettes will be the death of you." "I know, Louise. As a matter of fact I've actually made an appointment this afternoon with that hypnotist you told me about. This time I'm going to kick the habit for good." "Oh marvelous, dear! I've never actually been to see him myself, you understand. I just know him socially and thought I'd pass his name on to you, since he does specialize in helping people to kick the habit. Honestly, I don't really know if I'd be brave enough to let anybody put me `under'. Frankly I'd be a little scared that he might tell me to rob a bank or something." "Nonsense! A hypnotist can't make you do something you don't want to do. He can only reinforce your own desires to do something. Now I suppose if deep inside you really WANTED to rob a bank..." "Heavens no!" The older woman giggled. She was visiting at the home of her friend Jillian. Both of their husbands were vice-presidents at a Fortune 500 company based in Greenwich, Connecticut. Jillian was 35 years old. She was a natural blonde and her figure was still quite good, thanks to her hours of aerobics and tennis lessons. Her husband, Frank, was seven years older than her and he'd spoiled her ever since they were married twelve years ago. Louise and Jillian had met at several company functions and managed to strike up a friendship, even though their husbands were well known to be almost constantly at odds with each other in the boardroom. Jillian welcomed the companionship of the older woman, as it gave her status a boost and helped legitimize her standing in the community as an important person. Her standing in the community was very important to Jillian because she was constantly trying to shed her middle-class roots and be accepted in the snooty circles in which she now travelled. Jillian was very much driven by pride, and her quest for status often caused her to be insensitive and actually derisive of women whom she felt were now socially beneath her. They finished their tea and Louise eventually made her goodbye's and returned home. Jillian saw that she had a couple more hours until her appointment with the hypnotist so she decided to take a leisurely bath before getting ready. She hadn't told Frank about the appointment, partly because she wanted to surprise him (he'd been chiding her about quitting ever since they were married) and also because she didn't want to divulge that she had got the appointment through Louise. Frank tolerated her friendship with Louise, but it was clear he wasn't thrilled by it. Still, as usual, he indulged her by never commenting negatively to her about it. Jillian walked upstairs to her bedroom. There was a beautiful bathroom adjoining the master bedroom with a sunken Jacuzzi tub. She turned it on and set the temperature to the maximum she felt she could tolerate, then went back into the bedroom to remove her clothes. She kicked off her shoes and stripped out of her blouse and skirt. This left her in a bra, panties, black lace garterbelt, and hose. Jillian didn't like pantyhose. She preferred the lustful feel of the garterbelt and the way the clips held the sheer hose at the tops of her thighs. She slipped her shoes back on and then stood in front of her full length mirror. She couldn't help admire her form. She gazed at her reflection as she unclipped and removed her bra. Her hands moved to her nipples and she began massaging them. The massaging quickly turned into twisting and pulling and a small moan escaped her lips. She lowered her hands to the waistband of her French cut panties and slowly lowered them to her ankles. She slipped them off over her shoes and stood up again in front of the mirror. Her right hand went right to her pussy, with its short downy fleece of blonde hair. Her thick pussy lips could be seen right through the fine hairs. Without even realizing it her left hand strayed back to her left nipple. As she lightly rubbed a single finger up and down her moistening slit, her left hand resumed twisting her nipple. Once again, a small moan escaped her lips, but her finger rubbed against the nub of her clit as she shuddered. Jillian slowly turned sideways and bent just a bit to thrust her breast forward and her ass backwards, like a fashion model. She liked what she saw! All those hours of aerobics were certainly worth the pain. Yes, the pain was well worth it. She turned a little more so that her back was facing the mirror. Her bottom was still thrust out and she now took both hands and began rubbing and then squeezing her small ass. Each bun was round and firm and her long fingers squeezed harder and harder until it actually began to hurt. Frank was one lucky man. She bent over a little more so that her ass was now pointing right at the mirror and gave herself a little slap on her right asscheek. She rotated her hips and moaned a bit louder, then suddenly, as if coming to her senses, she stopped and stood upright. She quickly glanced around the room to reassure herself that she was alone. Of course she was alone. She just felt suddenly embarrassed and it showed in the flush of her face and neck. Jillian sat down on the end of the bed and removed her hose and garter belt. She stood up and walked slowly into the bathroom. Her right bun still tingled just a bit from that one slap and she realized that her pussy had got even wetter. "Nasty thoughts" she murmured softly to herself and chuckled. "Nasty, Nasty! Let's save those thoughts for some other time when I don't have an appointment and can spend a little more time with myself" she thought as she turned off the taps and stepped into the hot water. She let the hot water swallow her up and she luxuriated as the tension was swept from her body. She lathered herself up and then just laid there, letting the minutes drift by as she indulged herself in another fantasy. She didn't intend to masturbate but her hand found its way once again to her little nest and shortly thereafter she was rubbing herself furiously as the water sloshed slightly at the surface. Finally she stiffened then sighed and laid her head back down on the edge of the tub. God, but she'd needed that! She soaked another fifteen minutes then climbed out of the tub and toweled herself dry. A half hour later she was dressed and out the door, headed for her appointment with the hypnotist. When she arrived at the proper address she found herself entering a tastefully furnished waiting room with a receptionist's desk. The desk was presently empty and there were no other patients in the waiting room. She was trying to decide what to do next when a distinguished looking gentleman in a suit opened an adjoining door and greeted her warmly. "Mrs. Dudley?" "Yes. I have an appointment for 3:00." "Nice to meet you Mrs. Dudley. I'm Doctor Kinder. I'm sorry but my secretary called in sick today. Please join me in my office." Jillian walked past the doctor and entered his private office. Doctor Kinder looked about 50 years old with salt and pepper hair and a well-trimmed beard and moustache. He had an expensive dark suit on and wore silver-rimmed glasses. He motioned her to a chair in front of his desk and seated himself. "First of all, Mrs. Dudley, I have to tell you that I am not a medical doctor. I have a PhD in Psychology and I assure you that I have been successfully using hypnosis to help my patients for many years." "I understand, Doctor" Jillian smiled. "The fact is that Louise Palmer referred you to me. She said you'd be able to help me to quit smoking. I've tried for years and have never been able to stick with it. I'm normally very active, with aerobics and tennis, and smoking is just one nasty habit that I'd give almost anything to break." "Yes, yes. I understand. Louise Palmer... hmmm. Yes, Louise and I have met on a number of occasions. A delightful woman... Mrs. Dudley, do you mind if I call you Jillian?" "Please do." "Thank you, Jillian. I want you to feel comfortable with what we're going to do here. It is essential that you understand the process and are relaxed and receptive. What we're going to do here is to reinforce your own desires to stop smoking. It's a filthy disgusting habit and your life will be far better after you've quit. This process is nothing to be afraid of. It is a little like sleeping and a little like daydreaming. You will feel very relaxed and safe here." "Actually, I do feel pretty comfortable with the whole process, Doctor." "See! It's working already." The doctor chuckled and smiled warmly. "This process will probably require two sessions. Today I will put you `under', as they say, and reinforce your own already professed desires to stop smoking. I will suggest, for example, that every time you get an urge for a cigarette you will instead get a drink of water. As the nicotine begins to be cleansed from your bloodstream you will find that you will be making fewer and fewer trips to the kitchen sink.... and to the bathroom I might add!" Jillian chuckled. She was definitely being put at ease by his combination of professional demeanor and good nature. "After a week you will have to return for another session. This will reinforce and strengthen the original suggestion. For many people that will be enough. For some others we schedule additional follow-up sessions a month apart for six months. After that you should be well on your way to a life free from smoking." "That sounds wonderful, Doctor. I'm anxious to start." "That's good, because we already have!" Doctor Kinder reached behind him and turned a dial on the wall. Immediately the room darkened. Another switch focused a small dot of light right on top of his polished wooden desk. "Relax, Jillian. This is going to be a very pleasant experience. I want you to look at the light on my desk. Don't concentrate on it, just relax and try to block out everything else in the room except for that light and the sound of my voice.... Let yourself relax.... Stare at the light and think of yourself as a non-smoker. Imagine yourself on a beach, or on a sailboat. Do you like sailboats, Jillian?" "Yes, I do." "Good. Look at the light and imagine yourself laying back on a beautiful sailboat. There are no clouds and you're covered with suntan lotion. The sun is warm on your body. You feel better than you've ever felt before. You haven't smoked a cigarette in a year and it's such a pleasure to be free of the habit. You are relaxed. You're very content...." Doctor Kinder talked to Jillian in this manner for a few minutes. It always took a little longer when it was the first time. After this he would be able to put her under much easier and quicker for future session. Eventually he stopped talking and just gazed at her. Her eyes were wide open but she had a distant look. From his experience Doctor Kinder knew she was under. He tested her with a few commands then sat back and sighed. "You can come in now, Louise." "Are you sure she's under, Henry?" "I'm positive, Louise. Come on in." "Jillian, your friend Louise is here. Isn't that nice?" "Yes, doctor. That's nice." "She doesn't SOUND like she's under. Are you positive?" "Yes, yes. I'm sure. You've only seen hypnosis on television shows or in movies. People don't really speak like robots when they're under. Trust me." "Jillian. I want you to take your shoes off and put them under your chair.....good. Now, unbutton your blouse and show your bosom to me and Louise. There's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm a doctor and Louise is another woman." Jillian immediately unbuttoned her blouse from her neck to her waist. She pulled her bra down and displayed a perfect set of tits to the now smiling doctor and his shocked friend. "Oh my God! She really is under!" Louise put her hands to her face then slowly lowered them and smiled at the doctor. "Excellent, Henry. Let's pump the stupid bitch and see what she knows..." "Jillian," the doctor said softly, casting a warning glance at Louise, "Tell us about your husband, Frank. We know he's been hiding something and we're trying to help him. Surely you know what that is. Does he have any special secrets that might cause him to get in trouble, or cause him a lot of embarrassment if it were found out? Tell us, Jillian, so we can help him." "No, Doctor. I don't know of anything that could get him in trouble. He's always been an honest man. He doesn't even cheat on his taxes." Louise looked disappointed. Doctor Kinder motioned for her to be patient, then he looked back at Jillian and tried again. "Surely there must be something, Jillian... What about his sex life? Is it good? Do you expect he ever cheats on you? Does he have any fetishes?" "No Doctor. He's always been good to me. Our sex life is... okay, I guess. He doesn't do anything exciting or unusual." The doctor and Louise both looked flustered. Surely there had to be an Achilles heel somewhere. Something they could get to hold over him. Something to put him out of the running for the next Executive Vice President job and thus practically ensure that Louise's husband would get it. "How about her, Henry? What's her secret? Maybe we can find something there that we can use." The doctor turned his attention back to Jillian, who was still sitting there with her blouse open and her bra pulled down. She seemed very calm and relaxed. "Jillian. You're still relaxed. You're among friends and perfectly safe. We're trying to help you. You mentioned that your husband doesn't do anything `exciting'. That your sex life is okay. What do you think about when you're having sex? When you touch yourself and nobody else is around, what do you think about?" The doctor licked his lips slightly and leaned forward. He made sure the tape recorder was on so he wouldn't miss anything. Jillian wet her own lips, and began to speak: "When I touch myself I like to imagine that I'm tied up and it's actually someone else's hands. Usually a woman." Louise stifled a gasp and gulped. She motioned for the doctor to continue. This was more than she'd expected. "Go on, Jillian. How are you tied up and what is being done to you." "Lots of things. I'm usually naked. Sometimes I'm tied but other times they won't tie me. They want to do things to me and I have to stay still or be punished." "Who are `they', Jillian?" My Mistresses. Sometimes there's only one of them but usually there are three or four. Sometimes there are a lot of them. They're all young. Teenagers, but tough. And they're black. They laugh at me and make me do terrible things to myself." "Why do they do that, Jillian." "Because they know I want it. That's the most humiliating part. They know I want it and they love giving it to me." "Giving you what, Jillian? Go on..." "The humiliation. That's the big turn-on. Here I am, a successful woman. Thirty-five years old and rich. I can have anything I want but what I really want is for these young girls, this `gang', to OWN me." "You want them to own you?" "Yes, that's right. They're tough and they're mean. They're from the streets, see? And they own me. I've become their slave. They've got something on me, something so bad that I can't say no to them. But I really don't want to say no to them. I love it when they make me crawl on my hands and knees. They slap my ass, sometimes using their hands, sometimes using a belt. They make me rub myself a lot while they laugh and take pictures. They let some of their other friends use me, too. There's no way I can get out. They own me and they love to humiliate me. I'm ashamed all the time, but I'm also turned on.... They keep me hot all the time because they can control me better that way. I do a lot of begging and they seem to love that. They spank me every day, and use me for their initiation of new girls into the gang." Jillian paused and the room was quiet. Doctor Kinder and Louise just looked at each other in shock. Louise had hoped to dig up some dirt on either Jillian or Frank, but this was much more than she bargained for. She stared at her `friend' Jillian and suddenly she started to smile. Maybe there was a way to use this to her advantage. "That's good for now, Henry. I've got an idea but I'll need some time to set it up. Tell her she has to come back in a week and we'll take it from there." Doctor Kinder sat there with an erection, staring at the beautiful woman with the short blonde hair who was sitting in his office with her breasts exposed. Her story had certainly aroused him. "Thank you, Jillian. You've been most helpful. You can cover yourself up now and put your shoes back on." At the doctor's signal Louise got up and returned to her hiding place in the next room. As Jillian was rebuttoning her blouse the doctor continued: "Jillian... "Yes, Doctor". "Jillian, I'm going to wake you up in a few moments. You will remember NOTHING of our conversation here this afternoon. Do you understand?" "Yes, Doctor." "When you awake you will feel very relaxed and refreshed, as if you had just had a lovely nap. You will be full of energy and happy. You will remember nothing of our conversation, but next week you will very much want to come back to continue our session." "Yes, Doctor." "One other thing, Jillian. You will not have any desire to smoke cigarettes. The thought of lighting one up will disgust you. The smell of the smoke will make you nauseous. Whenever you feel the urge to have a cigarette you will instead have a glass of water. Now, wake up Jillian." Jillian blinked her eyes and smiled. "Did you do it, Doctor? Is it over? I feel a little funny, like I just slept but I don't remember dreaming." "Yes, it's over Jillian. It was that simple! How do you feel?" "Actually I feel wonderful, Doctor! It's worth the visit just to go away feeling this good. May I have a glass of water?" "Certainly Jillian." Doctor Kinder poured her a glass from the pitcher on his desk. As he handed her the glass she looked at it, then up at him. "Has it started, Doctor? Is this why I'm suddenly thirsty?" Doctor Kinder just smiled and chuckled. "We all have our secrets, my dear. I'd like you to come back in again next week. Is Wednesday at 3:00 good for you?" "Fine Doctor. I'm looking forward to it! Thank you ever so much." "I too will look forward to our next session Jillian. Good luck, and have a nice week." Jillian got up and walked out of the office. Doctor Kinder couldn't help but stare at her lovely ass and long legs as they moved under her skirt. He really couldn't wait till next week!" "Jillian's Tale" Part 2 The Trap is Sprung During the next week Jillian drank at least 10 glasses of water a day. During that time there had been a meeting at work where her husband, Frank, and Louise's husband had actually shouted at each other during a boardroom meeting. In spite of the bad blood between their husbands, Jillian was determined not to let it interfere with her relationship with Louise. She needed the older woman's approval and support to keep her status in the community. It was nice being recognized in fine restaurants and stores and receiving deferential treatment. It filled her with a snobbish pride to see maitre-d's and store managers so eager to kiss up to her! When she met with Louise for lunch on Friday the older woman's attitude toward her seemed somehow different. Almost like she was amused with her. "How did your session with Doctor Kinder go?" "Oh, it was wonderful! You really ought to try it Louise. If for nothing else than the relaxing feeling when you leave his office. Honestly, it was better than a full-body massage!" Louise sipped her tea and continued looking amused while Jillian raved about her experience. "And I actually haven't even WANTED a cigarette since I left his office! I drink ten glasses of water a day, but the running to the bathroom is pretty good exercise too!" "That's nice, Jillian. I'm so glad that I was able to help. Will you see Doctor Kinder again?" "Yes, I have another appointment on Wednesday for a `refresher'. After that we'll see how it goes." "That's wonderful, dear. It will be so nice to be finally free from that filthy habit. You'll feel like a new person. I can hardly wait to see the new you." "Yes. I'm pretty excited too. Thank you so much, Louise." "My pleasure, Jillian." In the meantime, Louise had been busy making arrangements to set her plan in motion. She had a LOT of contacts, and with her financial resources she could arrange just about anything she could conceive of. It's one thing to be rich and powerful. It's another thing to know how to use that wealth and power to get what you want. The following Wednesday, Jillian was again luxuriating in her bath before getting ready for her next appointment. She felt terrific. She hadn't had a cigarette in a week. Didn't even want one! For some reason, she even felt hornier than usual all week. Must have something to do with the good feelings she had from not smoking. She even felt randy enough to slap her ass three times on each cheek before lowering herself into her bubbling jacuzzi. She felt so worked up that her fingers worked furiously at her pussy until she managed to bring herself off. She laid back again and rested for another fifteen minutes while the warm water relaxed her completely. She looked around at her beautiful bathroom. The large shower with twin heads on each wall. Her huge bedroom on the other side of the door. She thought about her beautiful home, her furnishings, her bank account, her new Lexus. Only thirty-five and she had the world on a string. Still, something seemed to be missing. She knew what it was but pushed it back into the darker corners of her mind. She preferred to focus on the wonderful things she had. An hour later she was again entering the offices of Doctor Kinder. He was waiting for her in his outer office. "So nice to see you again, Jillian. It seems my receptionist is out again today, but you are my last appointment this afternoon. So, tell me how your week went?" "Oh Doctor Kinder. You're a miracle-worker. I haven't felt this good in years. I can't wait to get started again!" "Wonderful! Let's not waste any time then. Please come into my office and be seated. We'll start right away." After they were both seated he glanced at her and smiled warmly. Louise had filled him in on all the plans she had made. In spite of his calm demeanor his blood was practically boiling at the things she had told him! He was getting paid very well for this treachery, but if he had known how things would eventually work out he would have happily done it for free! "This session should be very easy going today. Since you've already been under once we should have little difficulty getting you under again. You had a very good experience last time. You're relaxed. You're happy. Just sit back and enjoy it, Jillian!" "Oh, thank you Doctor. You make me feel so relaxed and comfortable." Doctor Kinder again lowered the lights in the room and turned on the tiny spotlight which was over his desktop. He repeated his comforting patter about being on a beautiful sailboat on a warm summer day. Jillian smiled a little and in short order was back under in a deep hypnotic state. "She's under, Louise. You can come out now." Louise came in from the adjoining room and sat down to the doctor's right. She was staring at Jillian like a cat looking at a helpless bird. Doctor Kinder had already started to get a mild erection, and they hadn't even begun yet! "She's in a deep hypnotic state, Louise. It's not unusual for her to go under this quickly or deeply the second time around. In her present state she is very... susceptible." "Excellent, Henry. You're a genius, and worth every penny. Let's get to work on the little slut..." "How do you feel today, Jillian?" "Fine, thank you." "Jillian, I want you to remember everything you told me last week when you were in my office. Do you remember what you told me about your fantasies?" "Yes, Doctor." "Good. We're going to try to help you with your little problem. You have some desires that your pride won't let you enjoy. That's not good, Jillian, and it's not healthy either. I'm going to help you break down the barriers you've set up so you can be happy. You want to be happy, don't you?" "Yes, Doctor." "Good. Now I want you to trust me completely. I want you to believe that everything I do is for your own good. I want you to do only the things that, deep down inside, you really want to do. The things that will make you a happier person." "Thank you, Doctor." Louise could barely stifle a snicker as she sat and witnessed Jillian being slowly led right to the slaughter. The slaughter that she herself had prepared for her! "Jillian. I want you to remove all of your clothes. It's very hot in here and your clothes are making you very uncomfortable. Remember, I'm a doctor and there's absolutely nothing to be ashamed of. Take them all off, Jillian. Take off everything right now." Doctor Kinder flipped the switch that would turn the hidden video camera on. Louise had said she wanted this all recorded for her own use. He shifted in his seat in anticipation as he watched Jillian stand up and very methodically begin removing her clothes. Off came her beautiful white cashmere top. She pulled it off over her head and dropped it to the floor. Next she unfastened her stylishly tight black skirt. It fell to the floor and she stepped out of it. She reached behind her back and unhooked her white bra. As it fell off, her titties pointed out straight and firm. The nipples were pointed slightly upwards. Their firmness at thirty- five years was a tribute to her exercise classes and good dieting. Louise continued staring at her like a hawk and the doctor wet his lips with his tongue as Jillian grabbed hold of her white panties and matter-of-factly pulled them down her thighs. She lifted one leg, and then the other, and then dropped the panties onto the floor with her other clothes. She was left standing with only her white garters and sheer white stockings, and her black 4" heels. Her pussy was completely exposed to her enraptured audience. "Wait a minute Jillian" the doctor interrupted. This was not in the original script but he didn't think that Louise would mind if he improvised a little. He considered it one of his `perks'. "That will do fine. I want to examine you. Please turn around with your back facing me. That's right. Now bend over at the waist and grab onto your ankles. I need to see how flexible your aerobics have made you." Jillian bent over and grabbed onto her ankles with ease. This brought her small tight ass directly into prominence. The white garters framed it beautifully and the skin was flawless and tight. There were no tan lines. Doctor Kinder moaned softly and a small shudder ran through him as he sat there gazing at this offering. Louise noticed his shudder and chuckled as she shook her head slightly in amusement. "Spread your legs a little more Jillian... A little more... just a little more. That's good!" He could now see her labia lips hanging there at the vee of her crotch. Oh, how he wanted to touch her there! To kiss her! She was really beautiful. He and Louise sat and stared at her for a full minute as she held the pose. "Thank you, Jillian. Everything looks... ah... fine to me. You have a beautiful bottom, Jillian. Do you like showing it to people like this?" "It's very embarrassing, Doctor." "As well it should be, dear. It's okay now because I'm a doctor and I'm examining you, but it would be terribly embarrassing to you to let anyone else see your bottom. As a matter of fact, it would be more shameful than you could bear..." "Yes, Doctor." "But that's exactly what's going to happen, Jillian. When you wake up you're going to feel an overwhelming need to make your fantasy come true. The fantasy about being owned. Remember, Jillian?" "Yes, Doctor." "Your fantasy about being owned by teenage girls. Black teenage girls, Jillian. They'll do all the terrible things you told me about last week and you will be very aroused by this. At the same time that you feel unbearable shame, you will also become sexually hot. It's good to make your fantasy real, Jillian. You will be compelled to become the sexual slave that you are in your fantasies." Louise was leaning forward now and holding her breath. This was the telling moment. Would Jillian accept the post-hypnotic suggestion or would she reject it? Deep down inside she craved it. The doctor was telling her that she was compelled to live it when she awoke. "Yes, Doctor. I will be their slave." "When you wake up and leave this office you will meet a young black girl. You will give yourself to her and her friends. You will become their property. You won't be able to resist the compulsion. Search inside for your darkest fantasies. You will crave that they become reality. You will beg your Mistresses to make them a reality. Even though you are shamed to the core by these actions, you will not be able to resist." "I understand, Doctor." "One final thing, Jillian. You will continue to not want to smoke cigarettes. However, when you begin to get a craving for one, instead of wanting a glass of water you will now crave cum. Female cum. Do you understand me, Jillian? You will crave female cum, instead of cigarettes. You will do ANYTHING to get some..." "Yes, Doctor. I crave female cum." Louise was nearly ecstatic. "I've GOT the stupid little bitch! And that means I've got her husband by the balls too! Henry, if this works, I'm going to give you a REALLY big tip." "It's going to work, Louise. I'm not telling her to do anything she doesn't really want to do. I'm just reinforcing it. Very strongly. I can tell by looking at her and talking to her. It'll work." Louise grabbed Doctor Kinder by the head and planted a kiss right on his forehead. "I'll arrange for her to be brought back to you in a week for `reinforcing'. After that she won't need it. "Jillian, get dressed now." "Yes, Doctor." The blonde woman bent over and picked up her clothes. She calmly put them back on as the Doctor and Louise watched her in fascination. When she was through she was told to sit down in the chair. "Remember, Jillian. When you wake you will be COMPELLED by your own body's desires to make your fantasy come true. You will not be able to resist. And you will crave female cum. You'll be like a starving animal when you get it. You won't be able to get enough. Now when you wake up you will remember none of this. You will be rested and happy, and you'll feel very horny. Even though you won't remember our conversation you will obey all of my instructions completely. "Yes, Doctor." Louise stood up and quickly walked back to the adjoining room. "Okay Jillian, wake up." The fashionably dressed blonde blinked her eyes and then smiled. "It's like I blinked my eyes but I know something has changed. Did you do it already?" "Yes, I did. How do you feel?" "I feel fabulous! Actually, well, nevermind..." she giggled. "Is this it, doctor, or do I have to come back." "We may have you back in here for one more session. We'll see how it works out." "Doctor. I don't know how to thank you! I already feel like a changed woman." "It was my pleasure, Jillian. Honestly." Jillian stood up, shook hands, and left the office. Once again Doctor Kinder gazed lustfully at her retreating backside and legs. He licked his lips and wondered what she'd be like the next time he saw her... Jillian walked through the reception area. She opened the door and let herself out. Just as she turned to close the door a young black girl, who looked barely eighteen years old, bumped into her. Although it was obviously the young girl's fault she seemed to get angry at Jillian. "Watch where you're goin' lady!" Jillian was taken by surprise. She started to protest but as she looked at the black teenager her legs suddenly went weak. "I-I'm s-sorry" she managed to mumble. "Sorry shit, lady. That was deliberate! You think just cause you got some fine clothes that you own the whole damn town! Well you don't!" I-I s-said I was s-sorry." Jillian suddenly felt her hands trembling. She was consumed with lust, and didn't know what to say." "Don't you go dis'n me, you honky white ass whore! I'll beat yore ass, bitch! You hear me?" Jillian was almost out of control now. Her teeth were chattering lightly and she felt on the verge of swooning. She slowly raised her eyes to look at the defiant young girl who was yelling at her. "I-I know. I mean, yes. I was dis'n you. You can do what you like with me." She mumbled the last and immediately looked back down at the floor. The young black girl tried to remain fierce on the outside, but inside she was jubilant! Her name was Wanda and she was the leader of a girls' street gang in the South Bronx. She had been hired three days before by Louise and had been standing in the hallway for a half hour waiting for Jillian to come out. Louise located her through her own channels and promised the girl $10,000 to turn Jillian into the gang's white slave slut. Louise had played her a portion of Jillian's tape recording from her session last week where she described the fantasies she had. Wanda was told that she would be very receptive and that this was easy money. She was also told that there would be another $10,000 if Wanda's gang kept Jillian for at least six months, and then a continuing payment of $1,000 per month every month after that. In addition, Wanda was also promised a $5,000 bonus if she could `impress' Louise by devising her own humiliations for Jillian. Louise gave her $5,000 up front as good faith, and a small camcorder. She made it clear that she wanted tapes furnished on a regular basis of Jillian's ordeals... "You just better come with me, white-assed bitch! I've got a bone to pick with you. Your ass is mine!" Jillian gulped and turned to follow the swaggering girl. She wondered what she was doing. Was she crazy? Following this strange girl to God-knows where, for God knows what? Yet she felt compelled to follow her. As she looked at the back of the black girl she began getting wet between her legs. She almost seemed on the verge of cumming just from walking behind her. She wondered what her cum tasted like. All she knew was that she wanted some. No matter what the cost! Wanda continued deriding Jillian for her clumsiness as she walked in front of her. She told her that she had some friends who would help her even the score for her disrespect. They headed for the train station and got on a Metroliner headed for the City. They'd be getting off in the South Bronx. On the train Wanda looked at Jillian with confusion. Here was this rich white bitch, almost old enough to be her mother. Dressed in fucking hundred dollar shoes and wearing all kinds of expensive shit. And she wanted to be her gang's slave slut! Well, Wanda would see that she got all she could handle, and then some. She also planned on getting that $5,000 bonus for impressing Louise too. Man, this bitch's lily white ass was worth some real money! One thing was certain. It wasn't going to stay lily white for long! "Jillian's Tale" Part 3 Jillian's Punishment When the train pulled into the station Wanda stood up and said "Follow me, bitch". Jillian obediently got up and followed her out the doors and onto the platform. She was extremely nervous. She knew that what she was doing was very dangerous, but she couldn't seem to help herself. She knew she wanted this. It was like a dream all of a sudden coming true. She was putting herself in the hands of this young black girl and she had no control over what she would do with her! They descended the stairs of the station and for the first time Jillian looked around at her surroundings. Her jaw dropped. It was like something out of a war movie! She'd passed this area many times in her air-conditioned car on the Cross Bronx Expressway and had seen the burned out buildings, but she'd never got closer to it than the highway. This was like those pictures of Berlin after the war. There were stones and rubble everywhere. Ahead of her she could see the charred skeletons of burned out apartment buildings. What really shocked her was that amid all this devastation there were children playing! People actually lived here. They had families. They ate, they slept, they survived... "This way, bitch." Wanda led the way across the rubble towards one of the buildings. When she got halfway there she stopped behind a mound of rubble. "You ain't comin' in this way, bitch. You need some humblin'. You one stuck up lily-assed whore. It's time you got taken down a peg. Take them shoes off.... give them to me.." Jillian complied. "Now the skirt..." Jillian looked around in wide-eyed panic. "P-please, not out here!" "Shut your fuckin' whore trap, bitch. You don't say nuthin' unless I tell you to. Take that fuckin' designer skirt off or I'll cut it off!" Wanda flashed a mean looking switchblade. Jillian glanced around once more in panic, then undid her skirt. It fell to the ground and she obediently picked it up and handed it to Wanda. Wanda had to suppress a smile when she saw the white garter and hose. Like all of the girls in her gang, she was a young lesbian. That had been one of the key points Louise had been searching for. "Pull them pretty little panties off, bitch. Then them whore garters and stockings. Come on! I ain't got all day!" Jillian began to tremble as she looked around nervously then pulled her white panties down off her slender hips. Her hands shook so bad that she had trouble with the snaps on her garters. When she finally got them she bent and began rolling down her sheer white hose. She handed everything to Wanda who was impatiently tapping her foot. Jillian now stood nude from the waist down. Wanda stepped up to her and reached both hands under the back of her cashmere top. Jillian felt a tug, then a snap, and her bra fell off and down. Wanda had cut the strap. Now her only piece of clothing was the cashmere top. "I like that top, whore. How many times you have to fuck for that? Cat got your tongue? Leave it on for now... Now, like the whore bitch that you are, get down on the ground on your hands and knees. Hurry up!" Jillian gulped. She had tears welling in her eyes as she shakily got down on the ground on all fours. She wished the cashmere top had been longer to cover more of her ass, but Wanda grabbed the hem and pulled it up to the small of her back. "Leave it there, bitch. I don't want nothin' coverin' up that lily white ass of yours." Wanda took her switchblade and began cutting up Jillian's black skirt. "Wh-what are you doing?!" Jillian pleaded, wild-eyed. Wanda reached down and gave her a slap on the ass that made her jump. "Owwwwww!!" "I told you to keep your whore mouth shut, bitch. Don't you be givin' me no shit." Wanda continued cutting the skirt up into small pieces. After that she used her knife to cut up the delicate white panties. She kept the garter and hose and placed them, along with her shoes and her small purse, into the pack she carried over her shoulder. "In case you be wonderin' how you're gonna get home with no skirt and no panties, don't waste your time thinkin' about it." She laughed for the first time. She fished around in the pack and pulled out what looked like a long leash and a dog collar. Jillian stared at it in utter disbelief. Wanda buckled the collar around Jillian's neck and clipped the leash onto it. It was one of those chain leashes with the little leather loop at one end to hold on to. "Let's go, bitch. Wanda tugged on the leash and began slowly leading the trembling blonde woman on all fours across the trash and rubble-filled lot. Jillian's small white ass was high in the air. As she crawled you could see her cunt lips and little wisps of blonde hair between her legs. Wanda indicated that she wanted Jillian to crawl ahead of her. As she walked slightly behind and to the left of the crawling white woman she occasionally used the thong end of the leash to slap across her vulnerable buns. "Look!" came a startled high-pitched voice. One of the children had seen her. Within seconds a half dozen children had run up and were gathered around Wanda and the visibly shaking Jillian. "Get away from here, you kids. This ain't nothin for you to be lookin at! Go home!" There were three boys and three girls. They were all laughing and pointing. "What you gonna do with that white woman? Where are her clothes", one of the boys asked. "This here is a rich white stuck up whore-bitch from Connecticut. I'm gonna whip her ass, the way she shoulda had it whipped a long time ago." "Wow! Can we watch?" pleaded another of the boys. The three girls were busy giggling and pointing at Jillian's ass. Wanda mischievously kicked Jillian's legs wider apart and the giggles turned to squeals as her cunt became fully visible below her now slightly pink cheeks. "Go home, I said. Or I'll whip your asses the way I'm gonna whip hers. This is none of your business!" The children withdrew, but not entirely. They stayed just far enough away to satisfy Wanda, but their eyes were kept fastened on the now sobbing white woman as she continued her crawl of shame to the building. "What's the matter, bitch? Did them children bother you?" Wanda taunted Jillian as she sobbed and continued crawling. "How-how could you DO that!" she sobbed. "I've never been more ashamed in my entire life! N-never!" "From that? Shit girl, you got a thin skin. That ain't NOTHING compared to what I got in store for you. That's just like a little warm up! Hahahaha!" Jillian began shaking so hard at that last comment that she stopped. She lowered her face into her hands and cried. Wanda stepped behind her and gave her two hard slaps on her upturned ass. Off to the side she could hear the children laughing. "Get up!" she ordered. Or so help me I'll whip your ass right here!" Jillian got back up. Her arms were trembling. She used the back of her right hand to wipe the tears out of her eyes then resumed crawling towards the building. Wanda continued holding the leash and walking behind her, taunting her the whole way. Finally they reached the building. Wanda told her to crawl up the two steps and into the hallway. There was no door. As soon as she entered the hallway she heard other voices and whistles. "Look what we got here! White meat! Yeah!" Wanda made Jillian turn to the right and enter a large room. There were six other girls there, all about Wanda's age. There was an old stuffed couch and some chairs that looked like they'd been thrown away. The girls had been lounging on them but now all stood up and clustered around the new arrival. "Girls, this here piece of white honky assed shit knocked me over. She was dressed in some fine expensive clothes, probly had some expensive car too so she thinks she can push a Sister around." "Oooohh.. Your ass is in trouble, girl..." they murmured. "She's gonna be stayin' with us for awhile. Gonna see how the other half lives! Ain't that right.. ahhh.. what the fuck's your name bitch?" "J-jillian" "J-jillian? What the fuck kind of name is J-jillian? We oughta give you a better name... like White Ass." "Rich Bitch!" "Cottontail!" "Shit for brains!" "Shut up!" Wanda silenced the girls who were calling out names at random. "We'll just call you J-jillian for now. That all right with you, J-jillian?" she laughed. "Yes" she sniffed. "Yes WHAT, you skinny assed whore!" "Yes... M-mistress?" "Hahahaha! Mistress? This ain't Connecticut J-jillian. Look around. This SURE as hell ain't Connecticut! When you talk to me or any of the other Sisters, you call us M'am. You got that J- jillian?" She slapped her ass once for emphasis. "Y-yes M'am!" Jillian jumped from the slap. Wanda bent over her and removed the collar and leash. "Why's she got that shirt on, Wanda?" "I thought it looked pretty. Besides, I didn't want her to get no sunburn on that white skin of hers while she was crawlin' over here." They all laughed. "Get it off. Let's see what she's got up front." Two girls roughly grabbed the expensive cashmere top and pulled it up over her head. Jillian lifted her arms and the top was pulled off around her head, fluffing her short blonde hair in the process. Now for the first time Jillian was completely nude. She had goosebumps on her upper arms and she was shivering. Not from cold, but from the shame she was feeling, and the excitement. The girls made her lift her body up so she was kneeling upright with her ass resting on her heels. She kept her eyes downcast as they began grabbing at her pert little breasts. They were fairly small but they were firm and her nipples were quite long. She winced as they pulled and twisted at them. When she tried to use her arms to protect her breasts she was slapped in the face. "Spread those knees wider, Jillian. Okay girls, Jillian's gonna put on a little show for us, ain't you Jillian?" "Yes, M'am." The girls turned the couch around and pushed the chairs up so that they were all seated and facing the kneeling blonde. "Rub your tit's Jillian. Rub them real good and pull on your nipples. Get them nice and hard." Jillian obediently began massaging her naked breasts as the girls watched and hooted. They popped open some cans of beer and began drinking and catcalling. "Rub your pussy, Jillian. Make it shiny and wet for us. We want to see it nice and warm down there." With her head bowed, Jillian placed her right hand on her open pussy. As the seven black teenagers watched and cheered, she performed the most intimate act of masturbating in front of them. In spite of her humiliation she was as hot as a pistol. Mostly it was BECAUSE of her humiliation she was so hot. She began moaning and rubbing faster and faster. Her hips began to hump and her middle finger became a blur as it rubbed across her swollen clit. She didn't even notice that Wanda had the camcorder out and was recording the entire scene for Louise. Faster and faster she rubbed until she finally got herself right at the edge. She stayed there for a minute, her hips convulsing, her whole body was shivering and she was moaning with her eyes closed. She suddenly let out a yelp and her hips began moving back and forth again as she squeezed off her orgasm. Her cunt gushed cum all over her hand. Without thinking she put her hand to her mouth and started licking it. "Mmmmmm...." she moaned as she tasted the sweetness of her own cum. She had to have more! She kept rubbing her hands between her legs to get every bit of cum she could. She licked one hand while rubbing with the other. All of it was being recorded on the camcorder. The girls couldn't believe what a slut she'd suddenly become! She was almost wild. Her tongue was flicking back and forth across her lips and she pleaded with the girls to give her more cum. Wanda leaned back in her chair and pulled her jeans and panties down to her thighs. "Right here, bitch. Eat me you fucking whore!" Jillian practically dove between Wanda's thighs. She wedged her face into the tuft of curly black hair and began thrusting her tongue into her cunt as far is it would go. "Oh yeah, right there, bitch. Keep licking that spot or I'll beat your sorry ass." Wanda closed her thighs around Jillian's head and began humping. Jillian's tongue was relentless. She finally put Wanda over the edge. She squealed with delight as she lapped up every drop of cum she could get. When it was over she looked at the other girls and begged: "More, please! PLEASE!" One by one the girls pulled down their pants while Jillian ate them to orgasm. Her bare ass wiggled with delight as she knelt and licked the nectar out of each young pussy. When she finished with the last girl she looked wildly at Wanda again and said "Please! Once more... PLEASE!" "Whoa baby! You sure have turned into one hot-assed slut, haven't you." She pushed her pants back down and once again let the 35 year old wife eat her to a shuddering climax. Jillian went around the [END] Brian C. Ladd, Curator, Mindnumbing Archive MNA is *not* affiliated with the University of North Carolina; it is a personal project which the University will neither acknowledge nor condone. Let your Congress critters know you vote and you oppose their heavy-handed attempts to stiffle free expression on-line.