Subliminal suggestions can be powerful. Its use was banned when it wasdiscovered that movie theaters were using it to make viewers want todrink coke or eat popcorn. These suggestions can be much more powerfulthan just as a marketing tool. They can be used to control a personsevery move and thought. I reseached the use of subliminal suggestionsand used them on some of the kids at the local college. I usedsubliminal suggestions to totally control women; to make them my sexslaves. It soon became boring to exercise complete control over thewomen. So, I gave one woman the subliminal suggestion that she wanted meto tie her up, but otherwise she retained all other control over herthoughts and actions. I had great fun with Krista, and my other sexslaves at my house one day. But, since I didn't exert total control overKrista, I had made a mistake that I would live to regret. I ran into Krista at the cafeteria the day after our little episodein my basement. "You want to be tied up again, Krista," I asked. "Yes, more than anything," she said. "But, first lets have a cup ofcoffee." I didn't see any harm in her request. In fact, not having totalcontrol over her mind, made my meetings with her even more exciting. Iwas 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 thesame, 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 ofkeeping me awake." "Just put your head down on the table and rest for a few," saidKrista, "I won't mind." Just as I started to put my head down, I could have sworn I saw aglimpse of an evil smile on Krista's face, but I was too sleepy toreally care. "That's right, Fred, just go to sleep," said Krista. "Those pillsin your coffee worked faster than I thought they would. The caffine musthave sped up the process." She had drugged me! "After yesterday, I saw some of your notes in science class," saidKrista. "That's when I realized you used subliminal techiniques to getme to want to be tied up. I'll bet you've used the same methods onBetty, Sandy, and Rita. Well, you're not the only one that experimentswith science. A few years ago, I found an ancient Egyptian recipe forhypnotic pills that would allow one to completely control a persontaking the drug. First, I had a friend I could trust administer the pillto me. She gave me the post-hypnotic suggestion that I would no longerdesire to be tied up by you. Now, we'll see how you like being putthrough the paces!" My mind raced, yet I was helpless to do anything about mypredicament. "Fred," said Krista, "When you wake up, you won't remember any ofthis. 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'llhave an overwhelming desire to masterbate. It'll be so overwhelming thatyou'll start to massage your penis through your jeans until you cum inyour pants. Alright, time to wake up now." With her last words, I woke with a start. Boy, was I horny. As Italked with Krista, my hand kept gravitating towards my dick. I didn'tcare who was watching, as I began to masterbate through my jeans.I knew that if I kept it up, I would cum in my pants, but I couldn'thelp it. Sure enough, after a couple minutes of stroking, globs of cumgushed out of my penis, which made a VERY noticable mark on the outsideof my light colored jeans. "What do we have here?," said Krista. "Hmmm...looks like you have aproblem Freddy boy. You seem to have a problem controlling your sexualurges." I looked sheepishly at Krista. What could I say, it didn't seem likeI could control myself. I knew I'd have to sit here for a while, becauseif I stood up, it would be obvious to everyone what I had done. Only inthe deep recesses of my mind did I know that it was Krista that wascontrolling 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 hugecum stains on your pants. In fact, you'll want to walk around thecafeteria 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'vegot 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 ifanyone'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 werepointing and laughing. I couldn't understand why. One guy came up to meand 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, andeverything looked OK to me. Krista and I left the cafeteria to rounds of laughter. I wascompletely 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 humilation in store for me there.
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