Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
From: an2492@anon.penet.fi
Date: Tue, 5 Apr 1994 02:22:27 UTC
Subject: Drug (Mind Control, Fem Dom, Trans)

			    Out Of Control
I

	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 person's 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 Krista,
and my other sex slaves at my house one day. But, since I didn't exert
total control over Krista, I had made a mistake that I would live to
regret.

	I ran into Krista at the cafeteria the day after our little
episode in my basement. "You want to be tied up again, Krista?" I
asked.

	"Yes, more than anything," she said. "But, first let's 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 Krista, "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 Krista's face, but I was too sleepy
to really care.

	"That's right, Fred, just go to sleep," said Krista. "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 Krista. "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 Krista, "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 Krista, 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 Krista. "Hmmm... looks like you
have a problem Freddy boy. You seem to have a problem controlling your
sexual urges."

	I looked sheepishly at Krista. What could I say, it didn't
seem like I could control myself. I knew I'd have to sit here for a
while, because if I stood up, it would be obvious to everyone what I
had done. Only in the deep recesses of my mind did I know that it was
Krista that was controlling me.

	"Kumquat," said Krista.

	With that word, I zonked back into a trance.

	"Okay, little Freddie, time for the next phase of our little
game," said Krista 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 Krista.

	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.

	Krista 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, Krista suggested we go to her
house. Little did I know that she had more humiliation in store for
me there.

				  II

	Little did I know that Krista'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, Krista 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 Krista, they didn't even say
hello to me.

	Then, Krista 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 Krista. "They are exactly like they were BEFORE
you started to pollute their minds 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 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 Krista. "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 Krista.
"Then, let's take this show on the road."

	I stood there in terror. On one hand, I wanted to wear the
clothes that Krista 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.

				 III

	Trapped. Krista'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
Krista took me home where Krista, 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 Krista, "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, fun's fun, but let's not get carried away."

	"Freddie, we'll decide what you'll do," said Krista. "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. Krista's still had me under her power!

	"Now, little Freddie," smirked Krista, "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 asks 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 Krista'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 Krista.
"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 jizm 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
Krista was holding a camera and grinning widely.

	"Just some pictures for our scrapbook, Freddy," said Krista.
"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, Krista's comment about LOTS of
pictures made me believe that I had lots yet to come.

				  IV

	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.
Krista 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.

	Alie glanced at the Polaroids that Krista 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 cocksucking episode, we returned to Krista's house.

	"Now," said Krista, "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 Krista, "But I have a better one, let's but
him under again... kumquat."

	When Krista said "kumquat", I was once again in never-never
land.

	"Okay, little Freddie," said Krista, "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 cocksucking, panty-assed little
jerk-off, I think it's time to show the rest of the world who you
REALLY are," said Krista. "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 Levis 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 Krista'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 Krista 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 Krista 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 undressed 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 clothes can control human
behavior. Since you are 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... Krista 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 cocksucker 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. Krista'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.

	Krista 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 Krista 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. Krista'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 cocksucker. 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 lie 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, Krista was outside the
door waiting for me.

	"Well, little Freddie," said Krista, "This oughtta teach you
that what goes around, cums around."

	As Krista flashed the pictures of me in drag, sucking George's
penis, I had to agree with her. Krista had certainly gotten her
revenge for my treatment of her. However, I didn't know what the
future held for me.

			       The End