From louvre@dido.fa.indiana.eduMon Nov 13 18:03:38 1995 Date: Mon, 13 Nov 1995 18:53:03 -0500 From: The Louvre To: orelious@ICSI.Net Subject: Re: request (auto response) mrwrlck@aol.com (MrWrlck) The Pill, part 1 (mc,nc) TAKING CONTROL OF MATTERS "Where are my fishing boots!?," screamed Don Applebee. "You are just useless Mona, I can't wait to get away from here." Don Applebee was your average domineering husband, and Mona Applebee was his average submissive wife. But, Don's pushy ways had left Mona at the end of her rope. She was tired of being yelled at and belittled by her husband. After Don left for his fishing trip, the postman arrived with a package she had sent for. It contained a drug from Sweden that supposedly would allow the user to completely control the mind of those taking the pills. Mona wanted to use this drug on her husband, but she thought she would try it out first. The mailman seemed like a good guinea pig. "You look thirsty," said Mona, "Why don't you come in for a quick drink." "Well, I'm running a bit behind," said the mailman, "But, what the hell, I am thirsty." "Sit down here in the living room, and I'll fix you some fresh squeezed lemonade," said Mona. Mona took her package into the kitchen and opened it. She made the lemonade, and dissolved one of the pills into the drink. "Here you go," said Mona. "Bottoms up," said the mailman. "How is it," said Mona "Good," said the mailman, "but I wish I was done with the mail, I sure could use a nap." Seconds later, the mailman was fast asleep on the living room couch. Now, Mona would find out if the drug had accomplished the desired effect. "Now, according to the directions, you will do anything I tell you to do, either while you're in the trance, or after based on post- hypontic suggestions," said Mona. "Let's try it out. When you wake up, you will have an uncontrollable urge to worship my feet, and suck my toes. You'll do ANYTHING I ask if I'll let you worship my feet. Otherwise, you won't remember any of this. Just to keep you in line, anytime I say the word `kumquat' you'll immediately fall back into a trance. Now when I snap my fingers, wake up, and remember what I told you." When Mona snapped her fingers, the mailman jumped to his feet. "I must have dozed off, it's been a long day," said the mailman. "I better go and finish my route now." "What do you think of my feet?," asked Mona. "They're beautiful, in fact, you might think this sounds funny, but I would love to suck your toes," said the mailman. "You would, would you," laughed Mona. "Well, maybe I let you, if you do something for me first." "Anything," panted the mailman. "Why don't you take your cock out of your pants and masterbate for me, " said Mona. Without questioning Mona's order, the mailman took his penis out of his pants and began stroking it. Mona took off her shoes and said, "If you want to worship my feet, I want you to cum on them." Seconds later, the mailman gasped and cum shot all over Mona's feet. "Now, I want you to lick the cum off my feet," said Mona. The mailman knelt down at Mona's feet and systematically slurped the cum off her feet. "Good boy, " said Mona. "Now, get back to your job." "Have a nice day, " said the mailman, treating the episode like it wasn't even a bit strange. After the mailman left, Mona laid back and contemplated her experiment. It had been a complete success. Now she couldn't wait until Don returned. When he came back, he was his usual dominineering self. "Get me a drink now, Mona," he snarled. "Yes, dear," said Mona, as she slipped the pills into his martini. Soon Don was in never-never land on his chair. Mona smiled as she approached her husband. Now she would show him who was boss. The Pill, Part2 (mc,nc) TAKING CONTROL OF MATTERS Part 2 "Don, things are going to change around here, " she said. "First, whenever I say the word `mongrel' you will lapse into a trance. When you are in these trances, you will obey all of my orders, including any post-hypnotic suggestions I make. From now on, I am going to wear the pants around here, quite literally. When you awake, you will no longer wear pants around the house, instead you will want to wear a skirt. For now, when you leave the house, you'll still wear pants, but otherwise, its a lady's skirt for you from now on." Mona went into the bedroom and came out with a skirt that was several sizes too big for her. It reminded her about her weight problem before she started her exercise regimen. "I knew that this skirt that I still had from my `fat' days would come in handy someday," said Mona, "Take off your pants and put on this skirt." Don stood up and meekly obeyed Mona's order. Mona's spine tingled as she realized that the drug was having its desired effect. "Tsk, tsk," said Mona, "We can't have all that hair showing on your legs, can we? Go take a shower, and shave your legs, in fact, I want you to shave off all your body hair, from you chest to your toes." About a half hour later, Don returned, wearing the skirt. His arms, legs, and chest were shaved. "When I count to ten, you'll awake," said Mona. "You won't remember being in this trance, but will continue to want to wear your cute little skirt. By, the way, don't forget the word `mongrel'." Don snapped to attention at the count of ten. Although he felt vaguely strange about it, he felt good in his new skirt. "It's six o'clock already! Where's my dinner?," Don demanded. "You want your dinner sweetie?," said Mona, "Well, I'm going to make you the best dinner you've ever had." "Be quick about it, I'm hungry," snarled Don. About an hour later, Mona returned with a chicken dish in a cream sauce. Don looked at the dish, and said, "What's this crap, you know I hate chicken." "Please try this dish, I think you'll really like it....mongrel." said Mona. At Mona's last word, Don lapsed into a trance. "You're really going to like this dinner Don," laughed Mona. "But, before we eat, I want you to add one final ingredient to your plate. Pull down your skirt and panties and masterbate onto your plate." Don pulled down his skirt and started to stroke his cock. Soon a load of creamy cum shot onto Don's plate. "Now mix it in good, Don," said Mona. "Now when I snap my fingers, you will awaken, and you'll eat what you think is the best meal of your life." After awaking from the trance, Don happily ate his chicken and cum dinner. "Not bad, for chicken," said Don.