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Subliminal Messages (mc, mf, fd, bdsm, nc?)
Copyright 2000 by Chew Toy (wellgnawed@hotmail.com)
WARNING: The usual disclaimers and warnings apply.
The characters in this story have sex; if that offends
you or for some reason you are Not Allowed to read about
such things, stop now. The events in this story might not
be moral or even possible; the point is to give you a hot
fantasy, not a blueprint for life.
---
My co-worker plays some very strange practical jokes.
Her name's Lisa, and she works in desktop support--
keeping the machines happy that the rest of us use to
do our jobs. It's amazing how you can know a lot about
one aspect of computers and almost nothing about others:
even though I program for a living, I don't know much
about the operating system we use in our desktops, and
the stuff Lisa does is all faintly mysterious to me.
Add to that that she's always fiddling with the
software on our machines, tweaking and rebooting them,
and the result is she has almost unlimited free reign
to play practical jokes. It's kind of a wonder she
hasn't gotten herself fired for it yet; but I guess
apart from some wild April Fools Day pranks she mostly
confines her attentions to a few choice victims.
Lucky me.
Lisa is a small, kind of intense dark-haired woman
who always dresses faintly goth-- black clothing to
set off her hair and her eyes-- and I've always thought
she was pretty cute, but I never had the chance to do
more than make brief small-talk with her until the day
she caught me sleeping at my desk.
It was early in the morning after a late night, and
I hadn't yet gotten up the energy to turn the coffee
machine on. I could barely keep my eyes open, and
while I waited for the computer to boot up I put my
head down on the desk for a moment-- right as Lisa
walked by.
"Ah, I see the subliminal mind-control rays are
working already," she said, her voice waking me up with
a start.
"Here I thought it was just caffeine withdrawal,"
I mumbled groggily.
"Ooh, caffeine. Is the coffee machine on yet? Why
don't you go start it up; it'll wake you. Go on,
shoo! Up you get!"
I stumbled off to make coffee, and thought no more
about the incident.
The next morning, though, after I'd turned on my
computer and gone off for my caffeine fix, I came back
to find a big pulsing spiral spinning in the middle of
my screen, with the word "SLEEP" fading slowly in and
out at the center.
As I stood there staring at this odd apparition, Lisa
came up behind me.
"Yes, it is working perfectly. Now you are in my
power," she intoned dramatically.
I cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Now you will fetch me a cup of coffee."
"Yes, Mistress," I said tonelessly, with a grin, and
lurched like a B-movie zombie over to the coffee pot.
When I brought the cup to her desk a few minutes later
she hastily closed a window she'd been looking at, then
turned to me with another dramatic look that couldn't
quite hide her grin. "You will return to your desk now,
and forget this happened."
"Yes, Mistress," I intoned, and lurched off, hearing
her giggle behind me.
--
That was it for a while, though I couldn't get her
to uninstall the goofy spiral screen saver, so I tended
to stay pretty busy at my desk lest the computer fall
idle for too long. I also took to bringing Lisa coffee,
and teasing her about her plans for world domination
through subliminal mind control.
"Oh, I don't need world domination quite yet-- perhaps
just a few choice slaves," she'd say, looking me up and
down.
"Yes, Mistress," I'd say in a monotone, and do the
zombie lurch back to my desk, with her giggling in the
background.
It was around this time that we started to have a
real problem with viruses in the office, which had Lisa
running around all day fixing everybody's machines. My
computer was especially hard-hit-- too many friends
sending me dirty jokes as attachments, I guess-- and
sometimes it would crash four or five times a day. Lisa
would come into my cubicle, look at the screen, and say,
"Curses, foiled again. Fetch me coffee, my loyal minion."
"Yes, Mistress," I would reply, and lurch off to the
coffee pot while she got to work. Sometimes she would
send me down the street for bagels, but having nothing
better to do while my computer was down I'd happily go
fetch them for her.
After a couple days of this it occurred to me that the
whole arrangement was actually sort of sexy. Lisa had
dropped hints that her bedroom tastes ran to the kinky,
but I really wouldn't mind doing kinky things if I got to
do them with her... and calling her "Mistress" and letting
her order me around was a bit of a turn-on already, I had
to admit. I guess I was already flirting with her, it
just took a while for me to notice. My conscious mind
can be pretty slow on the uptake.
After that, though, it seemed like there was an intense
sexual charge to every interaction with her. The next
time I called her "Mistress" I found myself suddenly,
immensely turned on. I must have gasped or something,
because she gave me a sharp look, and held my eyes with
hers. It was embarassing, but I couldn't look away; I
felt like I was falling into her eyes. Mortifying; she
must know what I was thinking; but they were so beautiful,
so irresistable. So commanding.
She gave a secretive little smile. Almost triumphant.
"Go on," she said. "Get back to work."
I started, and turned to lurch away.
"I'll have more tasks for you later."
My heart jumped.
--
The rest of that week, I was increasingly distracted.
I couldn't bring myself to mention it to Lisa, I was
increasingly tongue-tied whenever she was around, falling
back on the obedient-zombie-slave routine-- and she
seemed to really enjoy ordering me around, sending me on
more and more arbitrary errands which I was finding it
disturbingly sexy to run for her.
But all of this had me less than attentive at my desk.
I'd sit down to work, and then realize I'd zoned out for
the past 15 minutes reminiscing about earlier in the
morning when Lisa had just paused briefly by my cubicle
before anyone else was in the office, to say "Slave, coffee.
Now." And my breathless "Yes, Mistress!" had popped out
before I even thought about it, before I entirely
realized what she'd said. I'd felt as if my face was
burning up as I brought her the cup and tried to pretend
it didn't *feel* like an intensely erotic act of submission--
surely I was blushing like mad-- she had to know; she
*had* to know! And I'd pretended to do the zombie
routine, but I felt so sheepish about it, I was sure that
the set of my shoulders or an embarassed glance down would
give me away... And she'd caught my gaze as she took the
cup, and held it, for a long moment-- my ears must have
been red as tomatoes, I hadn't thought it possible to feel
so naked-- though her eyes were strangely comforting to
look into, too, so deep, and so compelling... How long had
I been looking into her eyes? I had forgotten how to
look away, forgotten how to do anything at all... And she'd
smiled and said "Good boy. Back to your desk now," and
something else, and then...
And then I'd realize that I'd been zoning for 15 minutes,
staring blankly into the spiral screen-saver blinking
"SLEEP, SLEEP, SLEEP" and even *that* seemed sexy-- the
thought of Lisa inserting subliminal messages into my mind,
molding my thoughts to want to obey her, to want to... submit
to her. For a moment, it seemed like it had said something
else besides "SLEEP," but I wasn't sure what.
--
After that, it was almost anticlimactic to find the mind-
control program.
I was trying to free up some space in my file tree-- I
could do *some* housekeeping myself, not everything was worth
bothering Lisa for-- when the system wouldn't let me delete
a nondescript-looking file because it said it was in use by
the screen saver. Curious what sort of file the very simple
screen saver could need, I opened it up.
# Subliminal Messages
DISPLAY.MSEC = 20
DATA = (
I like to obey Lisa.
Whoa! She really *did* have a subliminal mind-control
program running?
DATA = (
I like to obey Lisa.
It is sexy to obey.
I like to serve Lisa.
And she put this on *my* computer??
I like to obey Lisa.
It is sexy to obey.
I like to serve Lisa.
It is sexy to submit.
Lisa's voice makes me hot.
... Actually, I had to admit, most of these things were true.
And it was pretty sexy to read them. Like just reading them
was making the subliminal commands-- how long had the computer
been implanting these suggestions in my head?-- stronger
somehow, forcing me to realize and admit that each statement
was true. To realize, consciously, that my subconscious mind
had already been programmed to *agree* with these things.
Was still being programmed, even as I read them...
It is sexy to submit.
Lisa's voice makes me hot.
It is sexy to say "Yes, Mistress."
Lisa is my Mistress.
I need to serve.
I cannot look away from Lisa's eyes.
I like to feel helpless.
I cannot think when I look in Lisa's eyes.
I like to feel obedient.
I obey Lisa's voice.
I need to be commanded.
I cannot think when Lisa commands me.
Sexy thoughts make me want to obey.
Lisa's body is so hot.
Being controlled turns me on.
I want Lisa to control me.
I need to be used.
I obey Lisa.
I want to be Lisa's slave.
)
# Go to Lisa. Now.
Oh, shit. I was walking out of the cubicle. I couldn't
stop myself-- I could barely think. But I knew I was
going to find Lisa. And once I found her, I would do...
anything she told me. Shit. This was scary.
But *so* sexy! Knowing that she had done this to me...
and made me *want* it... I was opening her door. She
was sitting at her desk; she turned to face me as I came
in.
That secretive smile started again, as she saw my face.
What must my expression look like? I felt so... blank.
Looking into her eyes...
She smiled even more, as the silence stretched out,
and I couldn't bring a single thing to mind to say. Her
eyes were so irresistably compelling...
"Yes?" she asked, grinning openly.
"Yes..." I repeated, not quite sure why, unable to
think anything else. Her eyes were so deep...
"What brought you into my office, Mark?"
Now I could answer. "I found a file... of subliminal
messages..."
She arched an eyebrow, and I lost the thought. Such
a commanding expression...
More time passed, the silence stretched on. And her
smile grew into a look of complete triumph.
"Kneel." she said.
"Yes, Mistress," was out of my lips even as I dropped,
immediately, to my knees. Still lost in her eyes... and
then she was looking away, walking around me, and I could
start to think again, and-- oh, God! I was on my knees
in Lisa's office, waiting for her orders! I was pretty
sure no-one else was still in the office so late, but what
if I were wrong, and someone walked in? What if a janitor
came in? I was terrified, but it had me rock-hard, knowing
how completely at her mercy I was. I couldn't even think
about getting up; I knew I would be unable to disobey her.
At all. Wow.
"So you found my subliminal mind-control program after
all, eh my pretty?" Lisa said from behind me. I heard a
click as she closed and locked the office door. "And now
you know why you've wanted so *badly* to obey me lately?"
"Yes, Mistress!" I said. Damn, it felt sexy to say that.
Even more so now that I knew she *knew*. That I needed
to say that to her. Shit, she knew all along.
"And it turns you on *so* much to realize what I've done
to you, doesn't it?"
"Yes, Mistress!"
"Yes, I made sure of that. You don't have any resentment
or regret, because you *need* to be used, don't you?"
Ohgodyes. "YES, Mistress!"
"Good. Hold still." I heard a sliding noise, and then felt
her grab the collar of my shirt, and stick something cold
down next to my neck... RRIP! My shirt and tie fell off, cut
open at the back.
The office air-conditioning felt chilly on my naked chest.
And my body was revealed to her. Completely open to her
inspection. I wished I worked out more.
"Stay exactly in that position, and don't move a muscle until
I tell you to," she continued, stroking the knife down my arm.
"Yes, Mistress," I replied. Was she going to cut me? I
realized I would let her. I wondered what would happen if it
really hurt, though. How strong was her control? I really
didn't want it to be broken. It was so sexy to be controlled.
I *needed* to be controlled.
She slid the knife inside my pants, and with a short,
controlled motion cut through my belt. Then she slid it a bit
further, and cut a long slit all the way down the side of my
right leg. She pulled my belt out and tossed it in the trash,
then moved to my left side and cut down that leg as well.
Kneeling behind me, pressing her breasts against my back and
breathing in my ear, she gently reached underneath my crotch
and felt my balls through the fabric of what was left of my
pants. OHHhhh, yes.
"Now," she breathed, "just lift yourself up a little... that's
it." And using the hand underneath me, she gently pulled my
slacks and-- I suddenly realized-- also my underwear, away
completely. She tossed them in a corner somewhere.
Now I was just wearing shoes, shirt, and wristwatch.
"Mmmm," she said, reaching around to touch my still very hard,
despite the air-conditioning, cock. "All for me. You'll do
nicely, I think."
Inhaling sharply as she touched me, I managed to gasp out a
faint "Yes, Mistress."
She giggled. "Oh my yes. Now... I want to warn you, you
will never have any conscious memory of how I'm going to get
you out of the office tonight. You're in a downtown office
building with no clothes, and I know you take the train to work
so no car either. You are completely helpless, and I want you
to always remember this feeling, knowing only that you trusted
me and obeyed me and I took care of you. You don't need to
know the details, and you will not be able to remember the
details. Just the feeling that it's right to trust me. It
is always right to trust me, Mark, and always right to obey
me. You feel that, don't you, Mark?"
"Yes, Mistress!" I felt myself swell even more in her hand.
"Ooh, yes you do." She squeezed gently, and I gasped. "Now.
Let's see..." she peered out the window in her office door,
then pulled the shade down over it. "Let's see what use we
can put you to before we leave. Hmm..." She looked around
the office, then moved a pile of papers off her desk onto a
chair and shoved the keyboard of her computer over a bit. She
sat on the edge of the desk. "You know, I have always wanted
someone to eat me out on this desk, here. See, there's this
nice foot rest, here..." she set one foot on an another desk
that met hers in a corner "and I can put my other foot
here..." she set her other leg up along the length of her
desk "and you can kneel, HERE."
At her gesture, I scrambled to kneel where she directed,
my head just above her crotch. She put a hand under my chin,
and gently tilted my head up to look her in the eyes. So
deep...
"Have you ever licked a woman's pussy, Mark?"
"Yes..." I heard myself saying.
"Oh, I *know* I'm going to like using you. And you..."
her eyes grew even larger. I was lost... "You will *love*
going down on me. It's such an intimate and intense act
of submission... you will love serving me this way, Mark.
And the smell of my pussy will stay with you... forever.
Haunting you... Marking you. The taste of me will always
remind you how badly you need to serve."
Her short black skirt still covered her a bit, so she
flipped it aside, her downward gaze pulling my eyes down
to watch, too. The plain black cotton panties underneath
matched the skirt, seemed to blend in with it... slowly
she slid her hand between her thighs and rubbed herself,
gently.
"Mmmm... wouldn't you like to be there, Mark? Wouldn't
you like to kiss me there, now? Come a little closer..."
She wrapped her fingers in my hair and pulled my head in
towards her. I could just start to smell the scent of
her sweat, between her thighs. "No, wait, I know!"
Though her skirt didn't seem to need it, she had a slim
black leather belt threaded through loops around her
waist. She unbuckled this and slid it out, then looped
it around my neck like a noose, tightening it enough that
I could feel it and it stayed in place, but not enough
to restrict my breathing.
"Now you have a collar, and a leash. So I can guide
you, like THIS--" and tugging on the belt, she pulled me
suddenly into her, my face between her thighs, my nose
bumping directly into her pussy. I breathed in sharply,
startled and *excited*, and I could feel the soft matt
of hair though her underwear. The smell of her was
indescribably good. I thought how good it would be to
rip away her underwear with my teeth, but I didn't feel
able to do... anything, unless she commanded me.
"MMmm... ooh, I like your nose there. *Right* *there*
*oh* *yeah*" she said, punctuating her last words with
tugs on my leash, bumping my nose against her pussy.
"Heh, heh! Oh, why don't I just take these off?" and she
pulled me away a bit, then reached down with her other
hand and slid her underwear down. She had to put a
foot on the floor to slide them past her butt... and I
was riveted at the sight of her bare flesh, the mass of
black curly hair and the lips of her pussy underneath.
She put both feet on the floor and slid her panties all
the way down and stepped out of them, while I stared,
ravenous. Then she hopped back up on the desk, spread
her legs out, and slowly slid the fingers of one hand
down through her pubic hair to spread her lips open.
"Yeahhh.... mmmmmm. You want to be there, don't
you?"
It was all I could think about.
"Answer me, Mark."
"Yes, Mistress!"
"Yesss, you do. Come a little closer..." her hips
were moving slowly as her hand rubbed in a tight,
deliberate circle around her clit. She tugged my
leash until my nose was right in front of her rubbing
fingers. "Yes, there... and *breathe* in the scent
of me, Mark. It's inside you now, that smell. It
marks you. Good boy." Caressing the length of her
pussy one last time, she took her fingers away and
rubbed them hard on my nose, wiping her juices off
on my face.
"It marks you as mine. You are mine now, Mark."
I shivered. I *wanted* to be hers. So badly.
"Now lick. Slowly..." twining her fingers in
my hair again, she pulled my head against her until
my lips just touched hers. I reached out with my
tongue, until I could taste her. It tasted
heavenly.
"OH! Now up... YES now at the bottom again...
Oh yeah, OHhh!" with both hands on my head now, she
pulled me hard into her, mashing my face against her
pussy, rubbing my tongue up along the length of her
as if I were just a wet tongue with handles, a dildo
she was pleasuring herself with. I was just a prop
for her, a toy to serve her whims. A part of me
shivered, realizing how much I *liked* that...
"Now your finger... put a finger inside me...
OH! here..." she released one hand to flail around
blindly until she found my hand, grabbed my fingers
so that one was pointing out, and pulled it to
where she wanted it. "wait, lick your finger,
Mark. Get it all wet, and give it back to me...
here... yes, right *there*, now slowly... slide it
inside me, YESSS..."
I felt almost as if her words were going straight
to my limbs without passing through my brain; controlling
me directly. My mind was so filled with the scent and
the taste of her, and the way each moan seemed to rip
into me...
"Yes, lick, just like that, and pump, with your
finger, in and out, yes harder, OH! yes just like that
keep that up YES OH yes further in, YESS, OHHH..."
She was bucking her hips on the desk as my finger
pumped into her and she ground my nose into her
pubic hair.
"OHHH! OHHH! YESSSSS! OHHHHHHHHH!!"
She froze, and shuddered. Hard. And again. And
slowly started to relax.
I waited, immobile, loving the sensation of being
surrounded by her pussy and her thighs, everything
permeated by the scent of her pussy, as I felt her
body slowly start to relax above me. My finger inside
of her was still clenched by the gradually slowing
twitches of her orgasm-- any slight movement would
trigger another *clench*-- and it seemed like the
sexiest thought in the world to realize the pleasure
I had brought her. My Mistress. I was *hers* now.
"Mmmm... thank you, Mark. You are *such* a good
boy. And now, " she said, looking down and capturing
me with her so-compelling eyes... I was drifting
away... "it is time for you to sleep..."
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