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OUT OF CONTROL
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Subliminal suggestions can be powerful. Its use was banned when it was
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discovered that movie theaters were using it to make viewers want to
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drink coke or eat popcorn. These suggestions can be much more powerful
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than just as a marketing tool. They can be used to control a persons
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every move and thought. I reseached the use of subliminal suggestions
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and used them on some of the kids at the local college. I used
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subliminal suggestions to totally control women; to make them my sex
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slaves. It soon became boring to exercise complete control over the
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women. So, I gave one woman the subliminal suggestion that she wanted me
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to tie her up, but otherwise she retained all other control over her
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thoughts and actions. I had great fun with Krista, and my other sex
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slaves at my house one day. But, since I didn't exert total control over
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Krista, I had made a mistake that I would live to regret.
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I ran into Krista at the cafeteria the day after our little episode
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in my basement. "You want to be tied up again, Krista," I asked.
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"Yes, more than anything," she said. "But, first lets have a cup of
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coffee."
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I didn't see any harm in her request. In fact, not having total
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control over her mind, made my meetings with her even more exciting. I
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was just thinking about what bondage positions I would put her in later,
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when she came back with two cups of coffee.
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I should have been suspicious when both cups of coffee looked the
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same, yet she thought for a second before giving me my coffee. But,
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hindsight is always 20-20. As I sat there with her sipping my coffee,
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soon I began to get very sleepy.
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"Yawn," I said, "This coffee is not doing a very good job of
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keeping me awake."
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"Just put your head down on the table and rest for a few," said
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Krista, "I won't mind."
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Just as I started to put my head down, I could have sworn I saw a
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glimpse of an evil smile on Krista's face, but I was too sleepy to
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really care.
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"That's right, Fred, just go to sleep," said Krista. "Those pills
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in your coffee worked faster than I thought they would. The caffine must
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have sped up the process."
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She had drugged me!
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"After yesterday, I saw some of your notes in science class," said
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Krista. "That's when I realized you used subliminal techiniques to get
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me to want to be tied up. I'll bet you've used the same methods on
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Betty, Sandy, and Rita. Well, you're not the only one that experiments
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with science. A few years ago, I found an ancient Egyptian recipe for
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hypnotic pills that would allow one to completely control a person
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taking the drug. First, I had a friend I could trust administer the pill
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to me. She gave me the post-hypnotic suggestion that I would no longer
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desire to be tied up by you. Now, we'll see how you like being put
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through the paces!"
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My mind raced, yet I was helpless to do anything about my
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predicament.
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"Fred," said Krista, "When you wake up, you won't remember any of
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this. But when I say the word `kumquat,' you'll go back into a trance,
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and obey my every whim. Oh, one other thing. When you wake up, you'll
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have an overwhelming desire to masterbate. It'll be so overwhelming that
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you'll start to massage your penis through your jeans until you cum in
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your pants. Alright, time to wake up now."
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With her last words, I woke with a start. Boy, was I horny. As I
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talked with Krista, my hand kept gravitating towards my dick. I didn't
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care who was watching, as I began to masterbate through my jeans.
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I knew that if I kept it up, I would cum in my pants, but I couldn't
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help it. Sure enough, after a couple minutes of stroking, globs of cum
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gushed out of my penis, which made a VERY noticable mark on the outside
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of my light colored jeans.
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"What do we have here?," said Krista. "Hmmm...looks like you have a
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problem Freddy boy. You seem to have a problem controlling your sexual
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urges."
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I looked sheepishly at Krista. What could I say, it didn't seem like
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I could control myself. I knew I'd have to sit here for a while, because
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if I stood up, it would be obvious to everyone what I had done. Only in
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the deep recesses of my mind did I know that it was Krista that was
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controlling me.
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"Kumquat," said Krista.
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With that word, I zonked back into a trance.
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"Okay, little Freddie, time for the next phase of our little game,"
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said Krista wickedly. "When you wake up, you'll forget about those huge
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cum stains on your pants. In fact, you'll want to walk around the
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cafeteria with me and show off your little incident to the whole room.
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No matter what anybody does or says, you won't become aware that you've
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got cum dripping from your crotch. OK, Freddie boy, time to wake up."
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I woke up, and suddenly felt like walking around. "Let's go see if
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anyone's here that we know," I said.
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"Anything you say, Fred," said Krista.
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As we began to walk around the room, I noticed that people were
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pointing and laughing. I couldn't understand why. One guy came up to me
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and said, "Hey, Freddie, next time pull your pants down before you cum."
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I couldn't understand what he meant. I looked down at my jeans, and
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everything looked OK to me.
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Krista and I left the cafeteria to rounds of laughter. I was
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completely oblivious that I was the target of their titters.
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As we walked down the street, Krista suggested we go to her house.
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Little did I know that she had more humilation in store for me there.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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