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Subject: Women To Control
Date: 9 Oct 1995 20:03:54 GMT

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From: ladd@cs.unc.edu (Brian C. Ladd)
Subject: MNA: Control of Women (mf ff mc bd) 01/01
Date: 1 Oct 1995 11:05:32 -0400

			   Control of Women
			     Chapter One

	My girlfriends and I have a most unusual relationship for most
people. They are my sexual slaves.

	It happened not too long ago. In fact, they didn't know that I
even existed a month ago. I decided that I had enough of "normal"
relationships, and that I wanted to be in control. Total control.

	I don't mean that they run around like zombies. It means
simply that they will do anything that I ask. Anything, and anywhere,
with me or with anyone that I choose.

	One of my favorite girls is Leslie, and I met her at
Heidelberg College. She is strikingly beautiful, with long red hair
and a fair complexion. Her body is well-proportioned due to the
aerobic exercise and weightlifting that she does regularly.

	To see her naked is a dream. Her firm breasts have dark
nipples which become hard at the lightest lick. Her red pubic hair is
shaved close to facilitate bikini wear. She has luscious lips and a
sensuous tongue that just loves cock. Her cunt is smooth and juicy at
the right times.

	A month ago, I wanted to meet her. I was never good at meeting
women, but I was good at science. After all, I was majoring in three
subjects with a 3.8 average. With all those brains you'd think that
I'd understand how to control women. I didn't then, but I do now.

	I had gone with several girls in high school and in college,
but all they ever wanted from me was help in their school work. I was
never appreciated for what I really was by any woman, until I learned
how to control them.

	One day, about six weeks ago, a brainstorm came to me. I was
studying the physics of sound at just below hearing level when I put
together some things I learned in psychology class. There, I learned
that subliminal suggestions are very powerful. So powerful, in fact,
that they are outlawed in advertising. I was tinkering with some sound
equipment in the physics lab when I discovered a way to load
"messages" onto music. It's not a new phenomenon, but the way that I
did it was completely new and, so far as I know, undiscovered. I did
it at the alpha brain wave level, and I learned a way to attach my
messages in a way that was completely undetectable. I also theorized
that since I was introducing the "suggestions" at the alpha level they
would be assimilated into the brain and be completely and irreversibly
irresistible.

	So here I was, wanting to meet Leslie, and I had this new
discovery. I thought about it, and decided to try to get her to meet
me.

	I asked her friends what her favorite music was, and I made
some cassette copies of them with my secret "suggestions". My first
one was that she would ask me out to her favorite restaurant on Friday
evening after classes for a date. After that, she was to come to my
off-campus apartment and listen to some music that I had for her.
During all this time, she was to enjoy herself with me and be
completely at ease.

	I also "asked" her to go into my bedroom, stand in front of
the mirror and strip completely naked, then put on all her clothed
minus her panties and bra. She was to forget that she did this, and
not think about her missing clothes when she got ready for bed later
in the evening. She was to do this when the Heidelberg clock tower
struck twelve midnight.

	I played the tape over the cafeteria intercom, and since music
was routinely played at mealtime I wasn't doing anything unusual. I
figured that I had nothing to lose. If it didn't work, we wouldn't
meet because I would never be able to work up the nerve to ask her
out. If it did, I had everything to gain, and then some.

	Leslie was there, and acted completely normal during my tape.
I lost all hope of her ever meeting me when she didn't come to me
after the tape was over. I started to walk over to the door of the
cafeteria when she startled me by her presence.

	"Tom, I know this may sound forward to you, but will you go
out with me this Friday? I would like to show you a good time. Please
say that you will," she said with practiced ease.

	"Wh-where w-ould you like to go, L-Leslie?" I stammered almost
in disbelief.

	"To the Pioneer Mill. They have pretty good food there, and I
want to get to know you better. How about six o'clock, after classes.
Meet me at my dorm room," She said, completely oblivious to by secret
delight.

	"Six o'clock, then," I said with less nervousness.

	Six o'clock on Friday seemed like an eternity away that week.
It came, and she looked stunning, even she was only wearing a new pair
of jeans and a loosely-fitting blouse. I couldn't help noticing that I
could see through it to her lacy bra underneath, and I fantasized what
I would see when the College clock chimed twelve.

	We had a wonderful time. She talked about herself a lot, and I
learned much about her. She also put me at ease by her natural way of
treating me, and had I not arranged the date myself, I wouldn't have
believed it.

	We went to my apartment, at her suggestion, to listen to some
music. I played some more of my special music that I had made in
anticipation to her being at my apartment. When the clock struck
twelve, she said "excuse me," and walked into my bedroom.

	She closed the door behind her and I could hear the faint
sound of her unzipping her pants. About two minutes later she came out
and acted completely normal, as if nothing happened. In reality, to me
everything happened. Here was this magnificently beautiful women
obeying every message on my tape as if it were second nature. I
couldn't help but notice her perfectly formed breasts underneath her
almost sheer blouse. My sexual excitement was completely aroused.

	I couldn't wait for her to leave for the evening. I knew that
she would be returning in the morning because of my special "messages"
on my music that evening. She soon asked to leave, and after I took
her home I viewed her "strip act" on my VCR. I knew that if she
followed the other "messages" on the tape, I was in for the day of my
life.

			   Control of Women
			     Chapter Two

	"Tom, may I come in?" she said. It was around eleven in the
morning on Saturday.

	"Sure, Leslie. What can I do for you?" I asked in mock
surprise.

	"Tom, I'm not sure how to say this, but I want you to, um,
control me."

	"What do you mean?"

	"I want you to be my master. I want you to command me. I'll
do anything that you ask. Please say that you will," she said as she
removed her coat. She was wearing a tight Danskin leotard, blue in
color. She was also carrying a gym bag, with the contents that my
"message" specified.

	"If you're serious about this Leslie, come with me to my
study," I said as I walked in that direction. She followed me and put
her coat on the rack that was near the entrance. I asked her to take a
chair near a massage table that I set up the previous evening in
anticipation of this moment.

	"Are you willing to do whatever I say?"

	"Yes"

	"Good. From now on, you will have no other romantic interest
other than myself. You will be all these things to me" I said as I
emphasized the words: "friend, lover, companion, slave, plaything, In
all other respects, you will act completely normal. You will be my
affectionate girlfriend in public and in private. You may express your
opinions to me and to others if you wish, but remember that you are my
love slave, and must obey me. Do you understand what I have said, and
do you agree to these things?"

	"Yes, Tom. I understand it all, and I'm willing to obey. I
want you to know that I was really worried that you would tell me to
leave, and I'm so glad that it is this way between us," she said as
she stood up. She walked over to me and embraced me. "I want to make
you happy" she said just before she kissed me affectionately.

	"Let me look at you. You, know, I only get to look at you from
the other side of the cafeteria, and it probably looked like that I
was staring," I said.

	"Yes, I did get that impression, but I get that impression
from a lot of other guys, too," she said as she backed away for me to
look at her. She turned around slowly and put her hands on her ample
breasts. As she turned, she moved her hands slowly down to the top of
her legs and palmed the insides of her inner thighs. "Would you like
to see me nude?" she said with a lustful look in her eyes.

	"No, not yet," I said. Please go into the bathroom over there
and change into the clothes that you brought."

	"How did you know that I brought clothes?" she asked.

	"Because you are under my complete control," I said as I
motioned her along to the bathroom. "Leave your panties and your bra
in the bathroom along with your leotard and hurry. It's time to eat."

	Leslie walked to the bathroom and soon she was dressed in a
short skirt and blouse. The blouse was not as see-through as before,
but her newly unfettered breasts filled it nicely. Her skirt went down
to about half the length of her leg, so she had to be careful that she
didn't give the male population a cheap thrill. She kissed me on the
cheek and said "let's go," but I had other plans.

	"Before we go, could you do something for me? Would you lean
over that massage table with your breasts touching the table ?"

	Without hesitation, she did exactly as she was told. Her skirt
crept up to her ass, and I lifted it up all the way. Her perfectly
formed ass looked at me invitingly, and I gingerly took the palms of
my hands and cupped her cheeks. "If you keep this up, I'll have to go
back to the bathroom to wash my privates," she said.

	"You're right. we should eat, and we can continue this later,"
I said as my sexual excitement gave way to hunger.

	It was twelve-thirty by the time they got there, and the food
looked awful. I fumbled into my pocket and found some money, just
enough for the two of us to go to a fast food restaurant. "Do you have
a favorite place to go besides Pioneer Mill?" I asked her.

	"Well, I like Kentucky Fried Chicken. Let's eat there."

	While we were talking, two of her friends showed up and heard
our conversation. "Do you mind if we tag along? The food today looks
like they made it Monday!" asked Rita. "We could all go in my car.

	"Sounds fine to me," I said.

	As we walked over to the dorm room, Sandy took Leslie aside.
Like most other best girlfriends, she was interested in Leslie's
newest companions, male or female.

	"He's my new boyfriend," proclaimed Leslie. "We had a
wonderful time last night. Don't you think he's cute?"

	"But isn't that Tom, the science nerd? I hear that he's about
as sexy as a wet noodle."

	"Oh, he's not like that at all!" Leslie said indignantly.
"He's warm, sensitive, caring, and if you get close to him he has a
nice body under those glasses and flannel shirt. I had a great time
with him last night at the Pioneer Mill, and later at his house off-
campus. He's one guy that's not stuck on himself, like Bill Banner.

	"You only broke up with Bill a week ago. Don't you think that
the captain of the football team wants to make up with you ?"

	"He might, but I don't want to make up with him. I want to see
Tom now, and only him. Bill will have to find someone else to be his
girl- Friday."

	"Well okay, you don't need my permission. Do you mind if I try
to get Bill to ask me out?"

	"Sure," said Leslie without hesitation.

	"You're sure you won't change your mind?"

	"Positive. Come on. Let's get those keys. I'm getting hungry!"

	The three girls picked up the keys and hopped into Rita's car.
Leslie and I snuggled in the back seat where I put my hand up behind
her skirt. I felt warm, naked flesh where panties used to be and my
juices began to flow. "Tom, we'd better cool it or the girls will get
an eyeful. Let's wait until we get back to your place," whispered
Leslie.

			   Control of Women
			    Chapter Three

	"I guess you're right," I said as I slipped my hand back to a
more respectable position.

	"It's time for you two to quit acting like high school kids.
We're here now," Sandy said as she glanced backward. She spoke just
as I moved my hand from Leslie's backside, and I couldn't help
noticing her disapproval.

	As we walked into the restaurant, I gave my order to Leslie
and I excused myself to go to the men's room. Sandy wrote everyone's
order down, gave the note to Rita and took Leslie aside.

	"Leslie, what are you doing with him? I've never seen you act
this way with Bill before."

	"That's because you never saw Bill and I in a car before. I
used to do it all the time with him."

	"Did you also go out without any underwear before?" asked
Sandy, obviously aware of what went on in the car.

	"It was Tom's idea, and I think it's really sexy."

	"You mean he asked you to do that? And you did it? You must
really like this guy. Now I'm definitely going to ask Bill out," she
said as I walked back to them.

	"By the way, what went on in his apartment last night?" asked
Sandy.

	Before Leslie could answer,I was within earshot of their
conversation. "What's up, ladies? You sound like you're having a
secret convention," I said as I stood beside Leslie and held her hand.

	"Oh, just some girl talk," giggled Sandy as we picked up our
food and looked for a place to sit.

	After the meal, Rita drove us to my home. Leslie and I got out
and waved goodbye to them. They giggled as they drove off. We walked
into the room with the massage table. "Do you want to take up where we
left off," she said as I removed my jacket. The vision of her ass
crept in my mind, but I wanted something else.

	"Would you please put on some of the sexy clothes that you
brought with you?" I said.

	"How did you know that I brought sexy clothes with me?"

	I told you. I'm in complete control" I said as I started
stripping to my BVDs. She went to the bathroom and removed her outfit.
She spent a few minutes preparing herself, and I was not to be
disappointed.

	She wore a pair of white crotchless pantyhose of the fishnet
variety. A matching bra came with it, and since it was also fishnet I
could see her erect nipples. A look of passion accompanied her.

	"What would you like to do next?" she said in a barely audible
sexy voice.

	"Make love to me, here and now," I commanded, dropping my
drawers. My penis was rock hard, and I was ready. She knelt down and
gingerly stroked my cock, making it even more erect. She began licking
and tickling me into a frenzy. I eased myself to the ground and she
began to rub her pussy on my cock. I could tell that she was rubbing
her clit in various ways on my body and by her hands. I finally thrust
myself inside her and she and I began pumping harder and harder. I
couldn't take it any longer and I finally came. I shot my load into
her just as she began to cum. Our bodies were as one as we both
experienced orgasm.

	All during the following week I conditioned Leslie with my
music "messages". I "suggested" to her that she was totally in love
with me, and that nothing could ever break it, not even being with
other women. In fact, I encouraged her to look for other sexy women
for me to be with. I also "suggested" to her that whenever I said the
words "sexy underwear" she would enter into a trance-like state where
she would obey my commands, and when she was through, she would forget
that I had given them, or that she had obeyed me.

	On Thursday, we were eating at the cafeteria when her two best
friends came to our table. "Well, it's been almost a week since we've
seen you two. Do you mind if we eat with you?" asked Rita.

	"No, not at all. We'll save this place for you," offered
Leslie.

	"Yes, be my guest," I said. I watched them as they went trough
the line. Rita has such a tight ass and I love to look at it. Sandy
has a nice figure also, and was wearing a tight tee shirt to
complement the lines of her breasts.

	"Tom, why don't I invite one of them over to dinner on the
weekend? I'm sure that you would get an opportunity to get to know
Rita or Sandy, and I'm sure that they would just love your company.
After all, " she said as she snuggled a little closer to me. "I love
you."

	"I think that is a great idea. You know, I asked Sandy out a
few months back, and she didn't even give me the time of day, but that
will all be changed, now. Why don't you ask both of them to come and
spend the night?"

	"All right, I'll do it. It'll be like having a slumber party!"
said Leslie, all excited.

	It was going to be an exciting time, all right, but not in the
way that Leslie thought.

	On Friday I made a special tape for Rita and Sandy. I
"suggested" to them that they spend the weekend with Leslie and me as
my sex slaves. They would otherwise act completely normal. They would
bring with them all their sexy garments, along with any masturbatory
equipment. They would not realize that they were doing what they were
doing until they unpacked their things and realized what they brought.
Then they would pledge their allegiance to me and knowingly and
willingly become my slaves.

	Leslie had asked them to come to my house on Friday, so they
didn't suspect anything strange. I played the tape over the
loudspeaker system at lunch, and sometime during the afternoon I knew
that they would gather the appropriate articles. The four of us ate
our evening meal together, and then Rita drove us to my house. The
closer that we got to my home, the more sexually excited I became over
the prospects of the weekend.

	"I have a large room upstairs with two queen-sized beds in
them. Let's put your things there," I said. The four of us walked up
the winding staircase to the bedrooms. Rita and Sandy were wearing
knee-length dresses as I "instructed" and I followed them to get a
bird's eye view of their bottoms. They both wore the see-through
panties that I've grown to like so much. We got to the top of the
stairs and I showed them where to put their things. As they both
unzipped their suitcases and began to unpack they realized what they
had brought. They both looked at me with embarrassment. They turned to
each other and whispered something, then Sandy turned to me.

	"Tom, while I'm here, I would like to say that I want to be
obedient to you. I want you to know that whatever you want to do with
me, I'll do."

	"Yes, Tom. I want to say it, too. I'll obey your every command
as if it were my thought. I am completely yours." said Rita.

	"Sandy, Rita, I'm so glad for you!" Leslie said as she drew
them together and hugged them. He is so wonderful. I've never been so
happy in my life. My sex life has never been better. What more can I
say, ladies?"

	"Leslie, I would like to talk to them alone. Would you please
go down and wait for us?" I said.

	"Certainly. I'll see you in a little bit." Leslie walked out
of the room and closed the door behind her. What I had in mind was
only for two women.

			   Control of Women
			     Chapter Four

	"We are going to play a little game now, only it won't be a
game. Sandy, you will now become a total slave to us. Your eyes must
not meet ours," I said as she lowered her head. "You must obey us,
now. Go into the bathroom and remove your outer clothes and wait for
Rita to send for you." She walked obediently to the bathroom where I
heard the faint sounds of clothes being taken off.

	"Rita, you will be her dominatrix. She will be your slave, and
these are the things that I want you to do." I carefully laid out my
plans for them, then I stripped and waited for the show.

	So far, the two women were completely obedient to me, and I
couldn't wait to see both of them act out my wildest fantasies. I was
completely satisfied by my discovery, and by my sex slaves, Leslie,
Rita, and Sandy.

	"Sandy, come out now," commanded Rita. She opened the door and
began to walk out. "On your hands and knees! Turn around, spread your
legs and walk backward on your hand and knees." Sandy was wearing
see-through panties and I could see her cunt as she made her way
towards Rita. She finally crawled to her and waited for her next
orders.

	"Stand up and pull your panties up your cunt lips. Hurry,
don't keep the Master waiting!" she barked as Sandy shot to her feet.
She obediently pulled and tugged at her panties until her cunt lips
covered a part of her panties. Stand in front of the Master now!"
ordered Rita. Sandy walked bow-legged towards me and stood where she
was directed.

	"Do you know why I'm treating you this way?" I asked.

	"No, I don't," she said barely audibly.

	Rita walked up to her, gritted her teeth and said, "Address
him with respect!"

	"No sir, I don't," she repeated satisfactorily.

	"Remember when I asked you out? What did you do?"

	"I-I... "

	"It's OK. Just tell me what you did."

	"I acted like you weren't alive. I didn't want to be seen by
you, so I embarrassed you in front of my friends."

	"That's right, and for that action you will make up for it." I
nodded to Rita, and she knew that I was ready.

	"Put your hands on your ass and spread your legs," she
ordered.

	Sandy quickly assumed the correct position. I then got on my
knees and moved closer to her. I was eye level with her cunt and I
tugged gently on her panties. I put a finger cautiously on her outer
lips, then slowly inserted it into her vagina.

	"I want you to enjoy yourself. Fantasize about me. Make
yourself feel good," I ordered. She immediately closed her eyes and
slightly moaned. "What are you thinking?"

	"We are in a bondage dungeon, and you have forcibly taken me
to be your bondage slave," she said.

	I was completely taken by surprise. That was one of my
favorite fantasies, and I did not expect her to verbalize it on her
own. I sat down near the edge of the bed and motioned them to come
close.

	"Sandy, suck my cock. Rita, I want you to tell me a story in a
sexy voice about Sandy and her dungeon."

	They both got into position. Sandy licked her lips and began
to smoothly caress my enlarging member as Rita spoke:

	"You've just carried Sandy in. She's bound so she can't move."

	"How, where," I said.

	"Her ankles are tied together, and her hands, too. You have
taped her mouth shut so she can't speak.

	"You're tying her to a bondage cross, now. It's shaped like an
`X' and she's completely spread. She can only squirm. Sandy is
completely nude and helpless.

	"Yes, Sandy, you look so sexy," I said, my orgasm moving
closer to reality.

	"You can move the cross without changing her bound condition,
and you've positioned it so that you can play with her in a reclining
position. You've just put nipple clamps on her. You can tell that she
loves the sensation because she's getting wet down here," said Rita,
caressing her own crotch. "You've put your huge cock in her juicy
cunt, and you're ready. You're fucking her and fucking her, and you
are going to cum right NOW," she exclaimed. Just as she said that, I
shot my whole wad into Sandy's mouth. She gulped it down as if as if
it were a smooth wine. My whole body felt like one giant penis. She
slowly eased up on me as I finished cumming. Towards the end she
gently sucked away the remaining cum juice so that my penis was
spotlessly clean.

	When I regained my composure I congratulated them for such a
fine job.

	"You did such a good job sucking me, Sandy. Have you ever done
it before?"

	"Yes, with Bill Banner on Wednesday," she said.

	"The both of you must never have any other romantic interests
other than with me. Is that understood?" I said.

	"Yes" they both said quickly.

	"Rita, strip down to your underwear and when you're finished
come downstairs and meet us." I walked with Sandy to the living room
area where Leslie was watching a program on TV.

	"Leslie turned to us as she heard us approaching. "Honey,
you're naked. She said in a sexy voice."

	"Yes, I think it's entirely appropriate given the situation.
Would you please strip to your underwear, too?"

	"Of course. I knew you were going to ask me that when you came
into the room naked. I can almost read your mind." she said as she
removed her outer clothing.

	Rita joined us soon afterwards, and the four of us sat on a
couch in front of the TV. Having conditioned Leslie, she was sitting
in the position that I wanted, but the other girls were crossed-
legged. That would never do.

	"Sandy and Rita, from now on you will never again cross your
legs unless I give you permission. You must always sit with your legs
open for me," I commanded. The two girls immediately complied, their
open crotches now only covered by wispy thin shear panties.

	"I have a movie that I want you to see. Tell me what you think
of it afterwards. I walked over to my collection and put in a movie.
It was titled "9 1/2 WEEKS" and none of them had seen it.

	The movie was about a male stockbroker in an unusually
domineering relationship with a female Soho art dealer. They watched
it silently and intently, and when it was over we went to the kitchen
table to talk about it.

	"Before we start, could you all remove your bras? I want to
see your nude breasts." Their bras came off and they put them on the
table. I love looking at nude female breasts, especially if they are
well-formed. I was extremely pleased with the way in which my love
slaves were endowed.

	"What did you think of the movie?" I asked Leslie.

	"I liked it. It sort of reminded me of our relationship," she
said, looking at me. "Kim Bassinger was definitely right for the part.
She looks submissively sexy."

	"I think that she should have been more true to him." said
Rita.

	"What do you mean?" I asked.

	"Well, when he called her a `nosy barker' and told her to
submit to a bare-assed spanking she should have let him."

	"Sandy, you must tell us what you think" I said.

			   Control of Women
			     Chapter Five

	"I think that she should have been more submissive to him,
too," she said, never raising her eyes. "For example, during the scene
in the hotel room where she was blindfolded and was waiting for him.
It was obvious to me that she was to be the most submissive of the two
women, and she just walked out. She just didn't want to be his
submissive playmate."

	"Would you all be this submissive? Rita, would you, for
example, masturbate for me upstairs alone, knowing that I was filming
you for me to show to my friends?" I asked.

	"Yes, of course. I told you that I would do anything for you,
and I mean it," she offered.

	"Prove it," I said. She rose and walked to the stairway. "let
me know when you're ready," she said. "Stand in front of the door and
wait for my instructions," I said.

	I motioned the girls in the living room while I went to
another room. I found a blank tape for my VCR in a drawer and brought
it with me. I put it in and set it to record. I panned the camera to
the entrance and yelled for Rita to walk through the door.

	She walked in. "Sit at the edge of the bed and play with
yourself," I said in my microphone." She put her hands on her pussy
and walked over to the bed. My camera was placed behind a one-way
mirror directly in front of her. She didn't know this. "Look at sexy
body in the mirror and play with yourself. Expose your cunt completely
to the mirror. When you're ready, fuck yourself with your "toys" until
you cum," I commanded.

	We watched as she spread her legs and explored her most
private regions. She rubbed an area of her pussy until I could see a
small hard bump. She then rubbed it vigorously, moving her legs back
and forth. She grabbed one of her breasts with her free hand and
played with her nipple, and then watched as it got harder and harder.

	Watching her made me feel horny again. "Sandy, turn around and
fuck me while I watch Rita," I said. Sandy got a very horny look on
her face as she turned around.

	"Thank you, master," she said as she slinked up to me. I
watched as she reached for my growing member. She licked it with her
tongue to make it even harder, then she lowered herself on my
throbbing thruster. I hadn't noticed when, but Rita had retrieved her
dildo while Sandy was positioning herself. I watched as it slowly
disappeared into her, and her face alternated between self-inflicted
pain and pleasure. She moved it in and out, with each stroke getting
easier and easier. Sandy seemed to move in tandem with Rita,
paralleling each stroke of the dildo. All the while I thought of each
of the girls in hypnotic bondage. My mind constructed all the bondage
equipment I need to totally immobilize my hypnotic slaves. I finally
came with much gusto, so much in fact that I didn't even know when
Rita came.

	After cumming twice in one evening I was pretty much spent for
the rest of the day. I would watch Rita's "performance" another day.

	I knew that we would have to explore real bondage sessions
with these girls, and also with less-willing partners. After all,
there is much to be said about the bondage of willing but
uncooperative naked women. I knew that my girlfriends would be
wonderful subjects, but I wanted to have women under my physical
control that weren't totally under my mental control. My girlfriends
would definitely be a help in choosing and capturing my unwilling
partners in bondage.

	That help came the next day. We made it a habit to eat at the
cafeteria even though the food wasn't as good as a restaurant simply
because there is no other place in town where the collection of single
women is greatest. I instructed my girls to look for and suggest women
for my next project.

	Leslie found the perfect woman for me. She was around six feet
tall, yet she was beautifully proportioned. Her breasts were large but
they didn't appear to sag. Her legs seemed to never end, and she had
the look of a person who regularly exercised. Her brunette hair was
breast length with a slight curl.

	She was physically beautiful, of course, but the reason I was
attracted to her for this project was because she was reported to be
very, very independent. She never let anyone get in her way, which is
one reason why she did so well in school. Her goal of being a lawyer
consumed her to the point of never dating. I felt that leaving her
like this would be such a waste, so I prepared a very special tape for
her.

	Early Saturday afternoon after the noon meal I went to my
special sound booth at home. I prepared my tape for Krista with only a
few specific commands. The first was that she have an overwhelming
desire to be physically tied up. This would be more important than
even her schoolwork. The second command was that she was to seek me
out to persuade me to fulfill her desires. She was not to discuss this
with anyone else, and in only the bondage was I able to control her.
Any other control would be by mutual consent. The third was that even
though she would try to get loose after I put her in tight bondage,
she would love it the more that I did it.

	I played the tape at the evening meal, and made sure that she
saw me leave the building with my girlfriends. She knew that I was
going home, and I knew that she would follow me. Sure enough, her car
pulled into my driveway shortly after we settled into my home.

	"May I speak to you privately, Tom? I have something important
to discuss with you," she said in a business-like manner.

	"Of course," I said. I led her to my study. She was wearing a
full length skirt with a loosely fitting blouse. Her attire did not
become someone who was obviously physically beautiful.

	"What can I do for you?" I asked rhetorically.

	"Tom, I hear that you, uh, I don't know how to say this, but
do you t-tie women who, uh, want to be tied?"

	"The term is bondage, and yes I do that for a price. How did
you know about me?" I asked.

	"I'm not sure. I just know. Do you charge for this sort of
thing?"

	"Well, let's just say that you get what you want, and I get
what I want," I said.

	"I need to know what you want. I want you to tie me." she
said.

	"I want you nude, now," I said. I want to see what I have to
work with."

	"No! Absolutely not. I'm not going to submit to that." she
exclaimed as she rose to her feet. She began to walk out, but her
desire for bondage took over. She turned to me and said, "May I strip
just to my panties and bra?"

	"Take off your bra, too" I demanded. She hesitated, then with
a look of resignation began to take off her clothes. I watched as she
stepped out of her skirt and unbuttoned her blouse. She folded them
neatly and put them on my desk. She looked at me as if in final
protest, then began to reach behind her to unsnap her bra.

	"Let me do that" I said.

	"No!" she said willfully.

	"Then leave my home," I said unmoving.

	"Wait," she said. "It's just that no man had ever seen me like
this before. Please let me do this myself. I'll strip for you," she
pleaded.

	"Then I want to be behind you to cup them."

	"All right" she said with reservation. I walked up behind her
as she unsnapped her bra. I took it from her and let it drop to the
floor.

	I eased my arms underneath her armpits and circled her breasts
with my palms. Her nipples became erect as I gently stroked them.

			   Control of Women
			     Chapter Six

	"You must like this," I said in a satisfied tone.

	"Please tie me up now!" she begged.

	"If I do, you'll be completely at my mercy. Are you sure you
want to go through with this?" I said as I jiggled her breasts.

	"Yes, please!"

	"Very well. Come with me."

	I led her down to my basement. There was an overhead beam of
wood positioned in the center of the room, and I was able to tie her
arms in an upright position there. I tied her legs in a spread
position by long tight ropes attached to poles at the sides of the
room. As I tightened the ropes she began to fight me. I was barely
able to get them tight before she was straining at the ropes, trying
in earnest to break free.

	"I'm going to break free, you know that," she said as she
tested and tugged at her bonds.

	"No, I don't think so," I said as I walked up to her. I stood
with my face up to her nipples and began to suck one. It became hard
as I deliciously licked her to nipple ecstasy. Her head began bobbing
up and down near mine, so I decided to make my bondage model more
interesting.

	I walked over to a nearby cabinet and pulled out a rubber
helmet with a ball gag attached to it. I pulled her hair so that her
head would stay still, then I quickly thrust it on her head. "What are
you doing?" were the last words that she uttered as I forced the gag
in her mouth and tightened it securely. Her muffled sounds were all
that I heard as I tightened the leather straps to the overhead beam to
limit her head's movement.

	"You know, the sight of you really overwhelms me," I said to
her. "I must really get your image for posterity." I walked over to
the next room to fetch my video camera and tripod. I set it up a few
yards away from her, much against her muffled protests. "I told you
that you were at my mercy. Relax. You're very photogenic, I'm sure."
As I pushed the record button, Rita and Sandy walked down the stairs.

	"I thought I heard some sounds down here" said Rita as she led
Sandy by a tether tied to her neck. "Would you like some company?"

	"Yes, I could use some help. Would you please slip Krista's
panties down as far as they will go?" I asked.

	Rita turned to Sandy. "You heard the master," she barked.
Sandy humbly walked over to Krista and pulled her last article of
clothing as far down as she could, much against Krista's protests. Her
virgin wool was there for all of us to see.

	I walked over to Krista to get a better view of her most
private region. With her legs stretched apart her cunt was open, just
waiting for my pleasure. I took my hand and cautiously touched her
unshaven pubic hair, then pressed against her flesh gingerly,
searching for her special opening. Her clit was just a small nub, and
I massaged it gently and purposely and I waited until I felt her
natural lubrication. All the while I noticed her struggling less and
less, and enjoying the experience more and more. I motioned for Rita
and whispered in her ear. She ordered Sandy to search a drawer, and
soon came over with a vibrator and a tube of K-Y jelly.

	Even prim and proper Krista knew what was in store for her. I
spread the jelly liberally on the upper third of the vibrator, then
turned it on. Her body seemed to tense a bit at the sound of the
devise, as if she had heard the sound before. She strained at her
bonds again as I moved the foreign object near her private regions,
but this time to help facilitate its entry. I slowly twisted it and
pushed gently and when it was partially inside her, I turned it on. I
moved it in and out with one hand, and rubbed her clit with the other.
She started to move in time with my motions, and I knew that if I let
her, she would experience an orgasm. I didn't want her to just yet, so
after about five minutes of teasing her, I withdrew the vibrator, much
against her protests.

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