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Control of Women
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Copyright 1989
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by B&D LOVER
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all rights reserved
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Chapter One
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My girlfriends and I have a most unusual relationship
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for most people. They are my sexual slaves.
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It happened not too long ago. In fact, they didn't know
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that I even existed a month ago. I decided that I had had
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enough of "normal" relationships, and that I wanted to be in
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control. Total control.
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I don't mean that they run around like zombies. It means
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simply that they will do anything that I ask. Anything, and
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anywhere, with me or with anyone that I choose.
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One of my favorite girls is Leslie, and I met her at
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Heidelberg College. She is strikingly beautiful, with long
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red hair and a fair complexion. Her body is well-proportioned
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due to the aerobic exercise and weightlifting that she does
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regularly.
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To see her naked is a dream. Her firm breasts have dark
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nipples which become hard at the lightest lick. Her red pubic
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hair is shaved close to facilitate bikini wear. She has
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luscious lips and a sensuous tongue that just loves cock. Her
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cunt is smooth and juicy at the right times.
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A month ago, I wanted to meet her. I was never good at
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meeting women, but I was good at science. After all, I was
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majoring in three subjects with a 3.8 average. With all those
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brains you'd think that I'd understand how to control women.
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I didn't then, but I do now.
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I had gone with several girls in high school and in col
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lege, but all they ever wanted from me was help in their
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school work. I was never appreciated for what I really was by
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any woman, until I learned how to control them.
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One day, about six weeks ago, a brainstorm came to me. I
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was studying the physics of sound at just below hearing level
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when I put together some things I learned in psychology
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class. There, I learned that sublinimal suggestions are very
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powerful. So powerful, in fact, that they are outlawed in
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advertising. I was tinkering with some sound equipment in the
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physics lab when I discovered a way to load "messages" onto
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music. It's not a new phenomenon, but the way that I did it
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was completely new and, so far as I know, undiscovered. I did
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it at the alpha brain wave level, and I learned a way to at
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tach my messages in a way that was completely undetectable. I
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also theorized that since I was introducing the "suggestions"
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at the alpha level they would be assimilated into the brain
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and be completely and irreversibly irresistible.
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So here I was, wanting to meet Leslie, and I had this
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new discovery. I thought about it, and decided to try to get
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her to meet me.
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I asked her friends what her favorite music was, and I
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made some cassette copies of them with my secret "sugges
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tions". My first one was that she would ask me out to her
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favorite restaurant on Friday evening after classes for a
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date. After that, she was to come to my off-campus apartment
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and listen to some music that I had for her. During all this
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time, she was to enjoy herself with me and be completely at
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ease.
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I also "asked" her to go into my bedroom, stand in front
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of the mirror and strip completely naked, then put on all her
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clothed minus her panties and bra. She was to forget that she
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did this, and not think about her missing clothes when she
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got ready for bed later in the evening. She was to do this
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when the Heidelberg clock tower struck twelve midnight.
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I played the tape over the cafeteria intercom, and since
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music was routinely played at mealtime I wasn't doing any-
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thing unusual. I figured that I had nothing to lose. If it
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didn't work, we wouldn't meet because I would never be able
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to work up the nerve to ask her out. If it did, I had every
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thing to gain, and then some.
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Leslie was there, and acted completely normal during my
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tape. I lost all hope of her ever meeting me when she didn't
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come to me after the tape was over. I started to walk over to
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the door of the cafeteria when she startled me by her pres
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ence.
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"Tom, I know this may sound forward to you, but will you
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go out with me this Friday? I would like to show you a good
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time. Please say that you will." she said with practiced
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ease.
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"Wh-where w-ould you like to go, L-Leslie?" I stammered
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almost in disbelief.
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"To the Pioneer Mill. They have pretty good food there,
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and I want to get to know you better. How about six o'clock,
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after classes. Meet me at my dorm room." She said, completely
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oblivious to by secret delight.
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"Six o'clock, then." I said with less nervousness.
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Six o'clock on Friday seemed like an eternity away that
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week. It came, and she looked stunning, even she was only
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wearing a new pair of jeans and a loosely-fitting blouse. I
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couldn't help noticing that I could see through it to her
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lacy bra underneath, and I fantasized what I would see when
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the College clock chimed twelve.
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We had a wonderful time. She talked about herself a lot,
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and I learned much about her. She also put me at ease by her
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natural way of treating me, and had I not arranged the date
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myself, I wouldn't have believed it.
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We went to my apartment, at her suggestion, to listen to
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some music. I played some more of my special music that I had
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made in anticipation to her being at my apartment. When the
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clock struck twelve, she said "excuse me," and walked into my
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bedroom.
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She closed the door behind her and I could hear the
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faint sound of her unzipping her pants. About two minutes
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later she came out and acted completely normal, as if nothing
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happened. In reality, to me everything happened. Here was
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this magnificently beautiful women obeying every message on
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my tape as if it were second nature. I couldn't help but no
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tice her perfectly formed breasts underneath her almost sheer
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blouse. My sexual excitement was completely aroused.
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I couldn't wait for her to leave for the evening. I knew
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that she would be returning in the morning because of my
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special "messages" on my music that evening. She soon asked
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to leave, and after I took her home I viewed her "strip act"
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on my VCR. I knew that if she followed the other "messages"
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on the tape, I was in for the day of my life.
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