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Authors name: Andy G. (otisblues@hotmail.com)
Story title : Private Investigator
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Private Investigator (MF, nc)
by Andy G. (otisblues@hotmail.com)
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A Private Investigator uses his subliminal tricks on his
new secretary and has great results.
***
Chapter One:
Darla was happy with her new job. The pay was good and
the hours were okay. Mr. Johnson seemed nice and was
helpful in explaining her various job tasks as his
secretary. Her reception desk had everything she needed
and the work as not difficult. She enjoyed the quite
atmosphere and the soft music that was always playing in
the background. Mr. Johnson's clients were normally nice
and were mostly friendly. She felt she was lucky to have
such a position. As Darla sat back in her chair what she
did not know were the strange adventures that were on her
horizon.
"Hi, Mr. Johnson," Darla said as he entered the office.
"Morning Darla," he replied. "I need you to get the
Alfred file for me," he said and went into this office
shutting the door.
"Ok," she said as she went to the files. As she pulled
the file out some of the contents fell on the floor. She
could not help noticing a few pictures that were in the
file. They were not the normal pictures of Mr. Johnson's
surveillances, they were pictures of various girls and
these girls were either partially clothed or naked. Some
of them were tied up in some very strange ways.
Darla had been working for Mr. Johnson for about 6
months. He was in the private investigation work and she
had been very carefully instructed on the need for total
confidentiality on everything. In fact she had been
instructed to never look at a file unless given specific
permission. It had only been in the last month that she
had direct access to the file cabinets. As she carefully
gathered up the papers and pictures from the file she
wondered what else were in these files.
"Darla, you have those files yet?" Mr. Johnson said from
his office.
"Yes, Mr. Johnson," Darla replied as she regained her
composure. As she took the folder and laid it on her desk
she wondered, "Did he look at me strange or is that just
my imagination?"
Darla had just moved into her own apartment after
spending her early life with her parents. She was an
attractive girl with dark brown hair. Darla had done well
in school but elected to seek employment rather than go
to college. She was rather shy and did not have many
friends. At this time in her life she was not interested
in romantic involvement. She was involved in high school
with a boyfriend and did not like the way it ended.
The pictures in the Alfred files continued to be on
Darla's mind as the morning progressed. She wondered what
would Mr. Johnson be doing with case containing naked
people tied up. She had not gotten a very good look at
these pictures and wanted to examine them more closely.
It was not until mid-afternoon she got the chance.
"Darla, I will be out for a while. If anyone phones tell
them I will be back around four. If it is really
important you can get me on my cell phone," Mr. Johnson
said as he walked out of his office.
"Okay, see you later," Darla replied. Mr. Johnson often
left Darla while he took care of business. A few times
she did not see him for several days. He would always
phone her and let her know what he needed her to do.
After he had left Darla looked into his office and saw
that he had put the Alfred file in a pile on the side of
his desk. She slipped into to his office and removed the
file. She opened it and removed the package of pictures.
The first picture was of a young lady naked. She was
standing with her arms tied above her head. Her legs were
spread and upon closer examination Darla could see the
lady's legs were also tied pulling them apart.
The next few pictures were mostly the same. As she was
examining the next group she had a sudden realization.
The girl in the picture was not just any girl, the girl
was her.
"What?" she gasped. She examined the picture very
closely. The girl looked exactly like her. It was she.
"Oh my God," Darla thought as she saw the clamps on her
nipples pulling her breasts straight out. "This just
can't be," she said. She examined the picture and the
girl's body looked remarkably like her own. It was she.
The next picture showed Darla sitting with her hand tied
behind her and her legs spread and tied. There were
clamps on her nipples with string tied to them and
someone was pulling on them. Darla suddenly remembered
last week she awakened one morning and noticed tenderness
in her nipples. "Now I know why," she said to herself.
"How can he do this to me and I don't even remember?"
Darla was very upset since she had never even had sex. In
these picture though she looked like a whore. What was
worse she looked like a whore who really liked what she
was doing.
"I can't even report this to the police. It looks too
much like I liked it," Darla thought. Darla was convinced
that Mr. Johnson was somehow manipulating and then
erasing her memories of the events. Darla became even
more confused by the excitement she was suddenly feeling
from looking at these pictures. She began to feel
dampness between her legs. She has felt a tingle of
excitement as her nipples pressed against her bra. Darla
did not even masturbate on a regular basis so sex was
never much of an issue for her. Now she found herself
being turned on by pictures of herself being abused.
"Oh my God, what is wrong with me?" Darla thought as she
looked closely at picture after picture. She could not
believe the effect the pictures were having on her. She
could feel the dampness leaking out of her. Her nipples
were now hard as nails as they pressed against her bra
demanding release. Darla tried to put the pictures down
but her eyes were glued to them. She could only stare at
them and this only served to increase her sexual
stimulation.
Darla felt her hand moved down her body but she had no
will stronger enough to stop it. She could not believe
her actions when she began to rub the thin fabric of her
pants and panties as she pressed against her pussy. She
could feel her clit button protruding like a bud ready to
ripen and bore forth its fruit.
"Mmmmmmm," the orgasm suddenly hit her like a large
brick. Darla began to cum standing right next to Mr.
Johnson's desk.
"Ohhhh my Gooooooood!" she cried as her hand viciously
attacked her pussy. She slipped her hand under her pants
and panties as she fingered herself to several very
intense orgasms. She slowly collapsed to the floor in a
flood of intense orgasmic pleasure.
Darla slowly came back to her sense. She was lying on the
floor with her hand in her panties with her finger still
inserted into her vagina.
"What is happening to me?" she asked herself as she began
to put herself back together. She gathered up the various
pictures of herself and even as she glanced at them she
felt passion building again. She quickly looked away and
put the file back in its proper placed on Mr. Johnson's
desk.
As Darla sat at her desk pondering her situation the
phone ranged.
"Darla, this Johnson."
Darla was startled by his calm voice. She composed
herself and replied, "Yes, Mr. Johnson."
"I am going to be detained longer than I thought so you
go ahead and lock up the office at 5:00. If anyone really
needs me you can get me on the cell phone. Okay?" he
instructed.
"Sure, Mr. Johnson I will take care of it." Darla gave a
sigh of relief as she hung up the phone. She was glad she
would not have seen him again today.
Darla did not know what she was going to do. She had no
one she could tell about her situation because the only
evidence she had indicated she was a willing participant.
She could not confront Mr. Johnson since who knows what
he would do. He was already doing a lot. Darla was now
very afraid of him. She did not want to suddenly quit
before she knew how he was able to control her and what
she could do to stop him.
Later that night as Darla came out of the shower she
continued to think about what was happening to her. As
she dried off she reached up and squeezed one of her
nipples. A shot of pleasure ran up her spine.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed at her body's reaction. "This
is not me!"
But she then squeezed her other nipple and again a flood
of pleasurable sensations flowed up and down her body.
She could not believe the sensations she was feeling.
Even though a large part of mind was still in deep
confusion and distress another part of her mind was
thrilled with the new pleasure she had discovered.
"Oh it feels so good," Darla gasped as she watched
herself in the bathroom mirror. Each hand was pinching a
nipple. She was making some gasps as a flood of
sensations rippled through her nervous system.
On the counter Darla noticed some hairpins. She took one
opening it enough to enclose her nipple and felt and
intense rush. She placed another on the other nipple and
was in heaven.
"What am I doing?" she asked herself but could not bring
herself to stop. It felt too good.
Darla walked across the bathroom to her bedroom with the
pin pinching her nipples. Every step brought twinges of
pain and pleasure as her 34 C breasts jiggled jarring her
nipples trapped between the metal of the bobby pins. She
purposely jumped a little and felt the thrill as her
breasts responded bouncing up and down jerking the now
very sensitive nipples.
Darla fell on the bed and her hand immediately traveled
down her body. Here she again found a wet playground of
delight. Her clit screamed for release and at this point
there was no stopping Darla. Her fingers found her clit
and as she massaged her pussy she went into orbit.
"Oh Goooooood!" she screamed as she had her second major
orgasm in the same day. It seemed to last forever and
even as it subsided she still felt the wonderful pinch on
her nipples. She finally gathered the will to reluctantly
remove the pins from her nipples.
"What is happening to me?" she thought as she slipped
into a troubled sleep. Darla had troubled sleep that ran
from having a romantic encounter with a mystery male to
having Mr. Johnson spank her.
Darla dreaded the next day. As she got ready for work she
wondered how would she act when she talked to Mr.
Johnson. She thought about calling in sick but decided
the best thing was just to make do.
"Hi, Darla," Mr. Johnson said as she entered the office.
"Morning, Mr. Johnson," Darla said in a timid voice
attempting to act as natural as she could. It appeared to
work.
"Get me the Jackson file," Mr. Johnson said and walked
into his office.
Darla looked up the file and could not help quickly
glancing into the file. She saw an envelope that appeared
to contain pictures. She did not have time to open them
but had a great desire that this envelope contained more
pictures. She had to see what was in the envelope. She
would wait for her opportunity.
What Darla did not know was that Mr. Johnson was totally
aware of everything Darla did in the office. He had a
nice video of her masturbating in his office. He also
knew what she had found and was expecting to find
numerous files he purposely placed. Mr. Johnson knew
exactly what he was doing.
"I've got to go out for the afternoon. I will be going
out of town so you can again watch the office for me and
then lock up," Mr. Johnson said as he prepared to leave.
"Sure thing," Darla said thinking now she would have a
bit of time to do some investigating herself.
Darla gave Mr. Johnson plenty of time to leave. She even
went out and took a look to make sure his car was gone.
"Let me have a look at things," she thought to herself
feeling very much in control of a strange situation.
Darla was not prepared her reactions.
She again slipped into Mr. Johnson's office. The Jackson
file was lying on his desk with the folder full of 8X10
pictures lying on top partially opened. Darla picked them
up. She pulled out the pictures and found again various
individuals engaged in sexual acts. These acts included
all variations of oral sex, anal sex, and even some
strange regular sexual positions. There was one woman
licking another woman's pussy while a man pushed his dick
into the licker's ass. Another picture had two men on one
woman with each forcing their cocks into both her ass and
her pussy. Darla had never seen such acts.
It was only when she noticed that one of the
participants, a woman in the corner with her hands tied
above her head while a man licked her pussy, look
familiar. It then dawned on Darla that she was the girl.
As soon as Darla became aware of her own face in the
picture she immediately felt tremendous sexual
excitement.
"Oh my God No!" she said aloud. "This is not me. This
does not turn me on!" Yet even as she cried out she felt
her nipples harden like stone and her clitoris awaken
demanding her immediate attention. Darla did not want her
hand to move down her body but she could not stop it.
"Oh it feels so good but it is not right!" she cried as
both hands pushed her pants down to below her knees
leaving her neatly trimmed pussy totally exposed in Mr.
Johnson's office. She knelt over his desk savoring the
pictures of bizarre sexual depravity. She saw herself as
she knelt before a man in total submission. She looked as
if she worshipped this man who had just deposited his cum
all over her face. She had a wonderful blissful smile and
looked as if she was in heaven.
This was too much. It pushed Darla over edge.
"Oh, Goooood!" she cried as her hand massaged her clit to
a very intense orgasm. It lasted longer this time and she
almost passed out. She never knew she had such an
animalistic libido. As the passion slowly diminished she
lay exhausted on the floor. She slowly arose and feared
that looking at the pictures again might throw her into
another fit of unholy passion. Even as she put the
pictures back in their folder she felt her clit and
nipples rise to attention as she glanced only briefly at
a picture of her sucking on another woman's pussy. She
quickly put the file away and return to her own office
grateful there was no one to see her.
Chapter Two:
"It's going very well," Stan Johnson thought as he
watched the videos of Darla leaning over his desk
viciously rubbing her pussy. Stan had a very interesting
hobby. It had to do with subliminal programming
techniques and he was quite good at it. He found it quite
useful in his investigation. He had learned to read
people's unconscious signals very well. He could always
detect the smallest amount of dishonesty by carefully
observing a person's facial muscles. There was always a
twitch or color change somewhere that betrayed them. He
was an expert in observing these changes.
Stan also knew much about videotaping and manipulation of
photographs. He knew many ways of secretly taping an
individual and in his work used a variety of very
sophisticated cameras both video and still.
While working on a few cases involved cheating spouses he
had come up with an interesting idea. He wanted to see
how far he could program a relatively normal person. That
is when Darla applied for a job as his secretary. He knew
the moment he saw her she was perfect to be his
experimental subject. She was young, cute, inexperienced,
and intelligent. These were all the qualities that
indicated a person most conducive to unconscious
manipulation. He also liked the idea of fucking her and
if his plan worked he would not only have a sex partner
but a very willing sex partner.
Stan had worked out a subliminal programming scheme
shortly after Darla began working. He created a program
played under the radio station used in his office. This
way no matter what station was played anytime the radio
or CD was operating the subliminal program was also
playing just under the music. He also installed a number
of video cameras in his office so he had a complete view
of the reception area, his office, and the bathroom.
These were connected to various recorders and he had a
running view of everything that happened in his office.
This was both good for business purposes, he often
interviewed clients in his office, and it was also
perfect for his new hobby, Darla. Darla had been told
there were certain areas he had to keep totally
confidential and she would not be allowed access to this
information. Darla did not know this meant a constant
video of all her actions in the office.
As Stan began his experiment with Darla he was very
pleased with the results. He watched Darla as he played
various suggestions. These suggestions began with simple
commands such as telling Darla she was thirsty. It would
only take a few minutes for Darla to get up and get a
drink of water. Stan had found Darla's unconscious was
very open to his subliminal suggestions.
Darla could not hear it but one of the first tape quietly
under the music said, "Darla, you are a most sensitive
person. You are very sexual. Your body flows with sexual
tension. It needs to be released. You are very horny."
Stan began playing this tape while carefully observing
Darla. At first there were no obvious effects but then he
noticed some tell-tell signals. Her face began to flush
ever so slightly. Also after the tape had played for
about hour he began to notice Darla making what appeared
to be unconscious movements. She would brush her hand
against her breasts. Several times it looks as if she was
rubbing an itch in a most private area.
Darla during this time had no idea anything out of the
ordinary was happening. She wondered about some of the
very sensual dreams she began to have. She was not dating
anyone at the time and her only experience with men
happened in high school. However, her dream lovers were
sometimes very intense. During the day she found herself
thinking about these dreams and was embarrassed that she
would begin to feel horny. Darla even masturbated a few
times in the past week. This was something she seldom
ever did. However, Darla realized she was a young woman
and these feeling were normal. One time she almost did
masturbated to an organism in the bathroom at the office.
She had to stop herself since that was not right.
Stan was having such a success with Darla he decided to
move to the next step. He needed something to trigger an
intense experience with Darla. He could see that his
programs had increased her libido. In fact once he
observed her rubbing her pussy while in the bathroom. She
was not exactly masturbating but it was obvious she
receiving pleasure from the experience.
Stan devised a new set of subliminals. He decided he
needed something that was beyond what Darla would ever
pursue. He decided on a submissive type situation. The
program played, "Darla you are a servant. You love to
have men used you. Your nipples are very sensitive and
love to experience intense stimulation. Your nipples
become hard and would love to be squeezed, squeezed hard
in metal clamps. You loved to be tied and viewed and used
by men. You pussy demands attention from men. You love
the taste of cum and love to have men shoot it on your
face.
All these feelings will be triggered anytime you see
pictures of yourself having any kind of sex no matter how
strange. You will suddenly experience a very intense
excitement. At that point you will loose control and only
regain control after you have experienced an intense
orgasm." Stan knew that most of these acts would be
disgusting to Darla. He also knew that this was the key
to unlocking forbidden primitive impulses deep with
Darla's unconscious mind.
Stan then obtained a number of photographs of such sexual
practices. He took a picture of Darla's face and inserted
it over the face of various participants in these other
pictures. He chose someone whose body was similar to
Darla's to complete the fabrication. The resulting
picture looked very realistic. In them Darla was being
very naughty and appeared to love it.
Stan took his time and allowed the subliminals to have
their effect. After playing the subliminal messages for a
couple of weeks he purposely allowed Darla to
accidentally see some of the doctored pictures. He could
not believe the effect this had on Darla.
He watched the video as Darla found the first picture as
she pulled a file. At first Darla looked disgusted. This
was exactly as he thought would happen. It was later
after he left the office that Darla examined the pictures
closely on his desk as he thought she would. Again, at
first she had a disgusted look. Then she had an outraged
look as she recognized herself in the pictures.
This look switched from outrage to worry as she thought
about her predicament. Stan watched the video as her
cheeks began to flush and a very shocked expression
formed. This was what Stan was hoping. He was totally
surprised that Darla suddenly began to rub her breasts
and then allow her hand to move down her body. He watched
her hand begin to massage her pussy and saw the waves of
pleasure appear on her face as she had several orgasms.
Stan did not have a wife or girlfriend at the moment. As
he watched Darla his own hand moved down a grabbed his
now very hard dick. He rubbed himself as he watched
Darla. He thought to himself, "It is going to feel great
to fuck that girl. I bet she can really suck a dick in
that sweet little mouth of hers." This was too much for
Stan.
"Ohhhhhhhh," he moaned and began to empty his load all
over his desk.
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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