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                            Control of Women

                            Copyright 1989

                            by B&D LOVER

                            all rights reserved


                            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  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 sublinimal 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  any-
      thing  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  every-
      thing 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.

                         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: "lover, companion,  slave,
      plaything,  maid. 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 gin-
      gerly  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.
           "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.

                           Chapter Three

           "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 BVD'S. 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.
           "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."