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Subject: Re: {ASSM} "Cabin" (mf, ff, hypnotism) by deirdre -- reposted by H. Jekyll and PleaseCain
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One of my all-time favorites...tell me there is a sequel....?
PleaseCain wrote:
> "Cabin" (mf, ff, hypnotism)
>
> by deirdre
>
>
> *****
>
> NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the
> enigmatic queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156
> stories in just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and
> apparently *never* corresponding with anyone. She was last heard from
> in late April 1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by
> her, in alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
> "retirement." In the coming months, we will announce a "deirdre-fest"
> for next Spring. Meanwhile, enjoy!
>
> To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com.
>
>
> *****
>
> My stories are dreams, or rather they are intended to be dreamlike. Or
> that they consist of setups to see if I can maneuver ordinary people
> with ordinary lives into surreal situations. I'm guessing some people
> are bothered by the embarrassment and humiliation in my stories. A lot
> of people are turned off by the idea of being humiliated during sex.
> This is something I can understand: believe it or not, I don't think I
> could stand being humiliated during sex. But then I have had dreams
> where I was totally embarrassed and humiliated and I still found the
> memory of them to be sexy in a strange way. I know there is a
> contradiction there, but that's the kind of contradiction that makes us
> human. I live with the contradiction by allowing myself fantasies that
> I never would be comfortable with in real life, and without the
> advantage of a network that supports anonymous posting, I'd never be
> sharing them. It is a "nineties thing" to accept your own fantasies
> knowing full well you would hate them in real life.
>
> One device that makes a story dreamlike is mind-control. I am a sucker
> for mind-control and hypnotism stories and I'd like to write more of
> them. I have a problem in that a person whose mind is being controlled
> would understand very little of what is going on. Since my stories are
> written from a submissive, first-person point of view, I find it a bit
> tricky to reveal enough to make the fantasy interesting, and yet keep
> the protagonist as much in the dark as would be expected. -- deirdre
>
> Request to alt.sex.stories posters: if your posting does not include a
> story, please don't post it to alt.sex.stories. Please post it to
> alt.sex.stories.d.
>
> Disclaimer my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
> often depict "breaking some rules." Do not read this story if you
> believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
> real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
> situations. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
> age.
>
> Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
> archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in anthologies
> of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's
> payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre
>
>
> Cabin
>
> by deirdre, 5/6/95
>
>
> "You've *got* to come," said Colleen.
>
> "I'll talk to Joe," I responded, wanting to say yes. Colleen was
> staying in the next cabin over; Joe and I had rented a lake side cabin
> for a week and Colleen had introduced herself right away. It was the
> morning of our first full day and Colleen and I were sitting on the
> dock that our cabins shared while Joe was out in our boat. There were
> four cabins close by and Colleen told me the four couples always got
> together several times during their annual two-week stay. She said the
> couple who had rented Joe's and my cabin for the last couple of years
> apparently couldn't manage it this year.
>
> I felt lucky: Colleen and Don were really nice and though I hadn't
> talked to the other couples, I had to believe friends of Colleen's were
> going to be pleasant company. Joe and I certainly hadn't expected to
> step into a social scene, but I was sure we'd enjoy it.
>
> One of the other two couples, who Colleen introduced as Bill and Linda
> were there when we arrived. Both were a little older than the rest of
> us, though Bill, who was tall, looked like he was in better shape than
> the younger guys. Colleen pushed wine in our hands and we sat down.
> Linda didn't seem to be much of a talker, but I did my best to converse
> with her. The last couple, Jeannie and Greg arrived soon after. They
> appeared to be Joe's and my age and were all smiles.
>
> I talked to Greg and Jeannie after we got our supper: the two of them
> seemed to stick together. I found out he was a doctor and she was a
> nurse. Joe was talking to Don and Bill and seemed to be engrossed in
> the subject of boats.
>
> Supper was over and Colleen called for everyone's attention. She said
> it was time for the evening's games. I wondered about *Trivial
> Pursuit* and figured something like that wouldn't be too bad. Colleen
> didn't mention anything though.
>
> "What do you guys play?" I asked Jeannie.
>
> She giggled briefly. "Well, I'll bet we're going to do hypnotism."
>
> "Hypnotism?"
>
> "Yes, Bill is a hypnotist; it's hysterical!"
>
> This was a new one on me: I'd never met a hypnotist socially before or
> seen anyone do that at parties. I heard someone say, "New couple
> should go first," but Colleen vetoed that idea and volunteered herself
> and Don.
>
> I just watched, intrigued if a little nervous at the idea that they
> might be expecting me to allow myself to be hypnotized. Colleen and
> Don sat on the couch next to each other and Bill knelt in front of
> Colleen, talking to her quietly.
>
> "What does he make you do?" I asked Jeannie.
>
> "Oh, just silly things," said Jeannie.
>
> "Like what?" Colleen was asleep! She was slouching in the couch and
> her head was slumped back and Bill was talking to Don.
>
> "Just watch," said Jeannie and she giggled. Soon Don was out too and
> Bill had them both stand in the center of the room. Then he told them
> when they awoke, that they'd act normally, but if anyone clapped their
> hands, they'd immediately give each other a short kiss! He
> demonstrated the sound of a clap a few times as he instructed them.
>
> He awakened them, and Colleen was immediately asking people if they
> needed more to drink. Yes, I thought about clapping. Finally, Bill
> did.
>
> They did it! They both broke off and immediately found each other and
> kissed each other for just a second! Then Colleen went back and
> continued as if nothing had happened!
>
> "Nothing for me, I'm fine," said Greg as she came over, and he clapped.
> They did it again. Jeannie looked at me, revealing her amusement. I
> couldn't help it--it *was* funny. I grinned despite myself.
>
> That went on for another ten minutes or so, and then Bill put them
> under again and then removed the suggestion. We gave them a hand when
> they came awake, and they didn't show any signs of suddenly needing to
> kiss. Colleen smiled at me and I could see she was a good sport about
> it.
>
> "You should be next," said Jeannie, next to me. "New couple's next,"
> she announced to the whole room.
>
> "That seems fair," chimed in Colleen, "over to the couch, you two."
>
> I'd never been hypnotized before, and was definitely nervous about it.
> But I did wonder what it would be like. Joe seemed to look to me for
> guidance. I shrugged at him and he shrugged back. I figured they'd
> get their chance to laugh at us but where was the harm? And we didn't
> want to look too stuck up when we were just starting our week.
>
> Bill started talking to me as I sat on the couch. Joe was next to me,
> watching me.
>
> I was sitting on the couch, talking to Jeannie. Suddenly I realized I
> wasn't wearing any pants! I looked down at myself. I was completely
> exposed, for some reason, I didn't cover up.
>
> "Jeannie, I'm not wearing any pants!" I said quietly but feeling
> shaken.
>
> "Oh, don't worry about it," she said. She didn't seem concerned. I
> was wearing just a tee-shirt and I'd been in a dress earlier. I
> couldn't figure it out--why was I like this?
>
> Joe wasn't wearing pants either. Just a tee-shirt. He was still just
> talking to Don, Bill, and Colleen. I felt like I needed to tell Joe
> and to go get something to wear. But I didn't like the idea of
> standing up and walking across the room like that.
>
> "Jeannie, I need to put something on!" I said.
>
> "Don't worry, we don't mind," she replied, cheerfully. I looked down
> at myself. Just sitting there for everyone to see. "You look fine,"
> she said, and went back into talking about something else.
>
> "Could you get me something to put on," I asked her quietly when I had
> a chance to talk.
>
> "I said, don't worry about it," she replied. "No one minds, do they
> Greg?"
>
> "Not a bit."
>
> "But, everyone'll see me," I went on. She ignored my complaint and
> just went on.
>
> Joe sidled over and sat down next to me. He whispered to me: "We don't
> have any pants on!"
>
> "I know," I whispered back. "What are we going to do?" It all was so
> strange.
>
> "We've got to get something to put on," he replied.
>
> "Oh, don't worry about being like that," repeated Jeannie, to Joe this
> time. "It's OK, isn't it Greg?"
>
> "Sure!"
>
> "Greg's a doctor and I'm a nurse, and besides, everyone has seen
> penises before." I glanced at Joe and he glanced back. This wasn't
> right. I didn't see how they could just sit there, and talk about it.
> "Greg sees lots of penises," she went on, "do you want to check Joe's?"
> she asked, turning to Greg. Greg didn't reply and she went on again,
> "Stand up and let Greg look at it."
>
> Joe looked nervous, but stood. Greg pulled his chair closer. He took
> Joe's penis in his hand! He lifted it up and looked at the underside,
> and then fingered Joe's testicles, lifting them and letting them drop.
> Then he sort of folded Joe's penis to the right and to the left and
> then held it straight out.
>
> "Do you have any trouble with erections?" he asked, not looking up.
>
> "No," answered Joe. I couldn't believe this was happening. I glanced
> around--all eyes were on Greg and Joe. He bent over, inspecting it
> closely, top, bottom, and sides.
>
> "Do you masturbate?"
>
> "No," said Joe. He looked at the head and ran his finger around it and
> over it. He then bent it up again, looking at the underside and
> feeling Joe's testicles again. For a minute, he didn't talk, just
> continuing to handle Joe's penis.
>
> "Truthfully," Greg finally said.
>
> "Well, not much," Joe admitted. Then Greg wrapped his fingers around
> it and rubbed back and fourth a couple of times.
>
> "Does Gina take it in her mouth?" he went on. I gulped when he said
> that.
>
> "Uh, once in a while." I felt embarrassed that they were talking about
> this in front of me.
>
> "Do you have good sensation?" He had grabbed it in one hand and was
> touching the underside of the head with his finger while he asked this.
>
> "What?"
>
> "When it's touched--you have no trouble sensing when it is stimulated?"
>
> "No."
>
> "Let's see you stimulate it a little." Joe looked terribly
> embarrassed. Greg let go and backed up a little. "Go ahead," he
> repeated. Finally, Joe took it in his hand, wrapping his fingers
> around it and started moving his hand back and forth. "OK, let go,"
> said Greg. It was a bit hard, sticking out at an angle. "Did you ever
> let a man touch it?"
>
> "No!" came Joe's quick response.
>
> "Well, your doctor touches it, doesn't he?"
>
> "Well, yes, you know what I mean."
>
> "Just what *do* you mean by that, Joe?" he asked again, taking it in
> his hand again! I just stared.
>
> "Not sexually or anything!" Greg had it in one hand and was lightly
> running the fingers of his other hand over the head.
>
> "Did you ever get stimulated when a doctor touched it?"
>
> "No!" It was getting larger while Greg was touching it!
>
> "How about when you had a prostate exam?"
>
> "No!" Greg let go and stood up and Joe was sticking straight out!
> Greg went over and opened a black bag--a doctor bag that I hadn't seen
> before--and he pulled out a rubber glove and some lubricant. Everyone
> just watched him. He put on the glove and put lubricant over his
> finger and took some to behind Joe! Joe just stood there.
>
> "Gina, stand in front of Joe with your back to him," said Greg. I
> stood up. I felt so embarrassed, everyone looking at me. I got in
> front of Joe and did as Greg asked. "Reach behind and hold his penis
> and press it down." I did it. "Back into him and press your rear
> against the top of his penis. Don't take your hand off it."
>
> I stood there. I felt Joe's body move--I knew Greg had inserted his
> finger or fingers in Joe's rear. I could feel by Joe's movement
> against me that Greg was doing it.
>
> "Gina, is Joe still hard?" asked Greg.
>
> "Yes," I answered, obediently. I thought I heard a snicker from
> someone in the room. I wanted badly for this to be over with. I still
> felt Joe's body moving.
>
> "Is he getting harder?" asked Greg.
>
> "I...I don't know," I answered. If he was, it wasn't by much. Jeannie
> approached me and briefly put her finger right on my vagina.
>
> "She's getting wet, though," she volunteered. I felt I would just die
> right there.
>
> "OK, get her ready for her exam," said Greg. Jeannie pulled me by the
> arm and I followed her. I sneaked a look back. Greg was standing free
> of Joe and was taking off his glove. Jeannie led me to the kitchen
> table and told me to lean over it, so my rear was hanging off the edge.
> Behind me I heard Greg tell Joe to remain standing, and slowly
> "stroke" himself to keep himself hard. Looking back at him, I watched
> him do it while Bill approached him and talked to him quietly.
>
> Don came up behind me as I leaned there. He unzipped his pants and
> took out his penis, his cock. "Don't look," said Jeannie, "look
> forward."
>
> I felt the cock being positioned. Then it pushed in all the way and in
> seconds, Don was doing me wildly. Jeannie crouched down in front of me
> and looked at me. "Enjoy these exams?" she asked. I was breathing too
> hard to answer. Don finished and withdrew, then I felt a cock again.
> I knew it must be one of the other guys. Jeannie smiled at me.
>
> I glanced a little to the side: Linda was standing there--dressed in
> only a tee-shirt. She just stood there, looking straight in front of
> her, her hands on top of her head. Colleen was behind her--I could see
> that she was touching Linda's rear but I couldn't see what she was
> doing. I felt yet another cock enter me. I wanted to know what
> Colleen was doing. I looked back in front of me to see Jeannie
> preparing three hypodermics from the doctor's bag.
>
> It was morning and Joe and I were making breakfast in our kitchen--for
> all of them. They'd gone out in the boats. We were still both dressed
> just in tee-shirts. We just kept working, not saying anything.
>
> Colleen came in the door with the Landlady. The door had just been
> standing open. "Nice," said the Landlady, giving Joe's rear a little
> smack. I'd only seen her once, when we checked in, though I'd talked
> with her on the phone a couple of times earlier. She ran her hand over
> Joe's cheeks and between. "Did he enjoy losing his *...virginity?"*
> she asked.
>
> Colleen seemed to be hiding a smile. I felt like I was about to come,
> just looking at them. "Send them over for a while after they clean up
> here," continued the Landlady.
>
> "Her too?" asked Colleen.
>
> "I've got some ironing to do," answered the Landlady.
>
> --
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