I remember when I first answered the advertisement on the web. It feels like it was just yesterday yet I realized the other day that Sherrie and I have been together several years now. Let me back up and explain how my life changed on the day I went into Great Connections.
I was flipping through different web pages when I came across a personals tab on my favorite search engine. Just out of curiosity I decided to click on it and see what was out there. As I was reading each woman’s biography I kept noticing one of those annoying flashing advertisements out of the corner of my eye. When I tried to click on it to turn it off I accidentally launched the page. An ad popped up for single men to come and take a survey for cash. The premise of the ad was for single men to take a survey, watch a series of television spots and then take the survey again to see if the TV spots had altered our opinions or mood. It promised to pay well and the ad ended with a little quip saying “Who knows, you might also meet the girl you have been looking for.” I figured what the heck, I could use some extra cash and wouldn’t mind meeting Miss Right. I called the toll free number and set up my appointment.
I arrived at the appointed location and time and was surprised to see mostly heavier women coming and going from the facility. If this was all they had to offer then besides the cash for the survey, this would be a wasted trip. I filled out some lengthy forms that included questions about sexual history, health and other private information. I finally went to the receptionist and protested. She said, “We need to know your history so we know how you feel about certain topics before you sit down to take the survey. Your information is very confidential and we are a very discreet company.”
I went ahead and completed the forms so I could take the survey and get my cash. An hour and a half later I returned to the receptionist desk kind of pissed off that it had taken so long to complete. I hadn’t even started the survey yet either! The receptionist brought me into a small white room with a computer, some headphones, and a chair. She said, “This survey takes a little while to complete. Can I get you a sandwich and some soda or water?”
I sat down at the computer and said, “Sure, that would be great. Can I get a diet coke?” She turned and left me at the computer terminal. A few minutes later she dropped off the sandwich and soda. By this time I was already on question 20 of a 50 question survey. The questions were ridiculously simple. I do not remember all of them but they were to the effect of this:
The whole series of questions was similar to the examples I gave above. I was then shown a series of women’s pictures. Most of the women were young and beautiful except one woman. Although she had a pretty face she obviously had ordered off the dessert tray one time too many. I was asked to rank the women from 1 to 25. One woman was beautiful but looked like a real bitch so I ranked her behind the heavy woman. I finished the survey in about 15 minutes and that was way less time than those stupid forms I had to fill out earlier. I waited for around 10 minutes and then a woman in a white lab coat came in with my results.
The woman in the lab coat said, “Interesting Mr. Hunter. I see you have a preference for red heads. I am also curious about your choice of 24 versus 25. What went on in your head when you chose those last two candidates?”
I looked at her and thought the white coat was an overkill. After all, wasn’t this just a dating service? I replied, “Actually, I like fair skinned woman and they just happened to be red heads on your survey. I am not particularly attracted to woman 24 or woman 25 but I would take a heavy woman over a bitch anytime and woman 25 looked like a bitch.”
The woman set down the clipboard and said, “Great. Now we are going to show you a series of television clips. Think of them as advertisements. They are designed specifically to get you to reverse your order. We want to see how effective our campaign is and if it is effective we plan to use it at our facility. We have found that beautiful people want beautiful people so that is an easy match. Our problem is that the not so beautiful people are not interested in each other so we need to design a series of advertisements to overcome this obstacle. Are you ready to begin?”
I sure was. I actually wanted to get this over with now and get the hell out of here. They were going to show me a series of ads to make me want the bitch? I didn’t think it would work but then again, I didn’t want it to work. I said, “Sure, let’s get the ads rolling.”
I sat down in front of the television and she put headphones on me. She asked me if I was comfortable and then hit a button for the ads to start. The first ad looked like it was going to be one of those usual swimsuit commercials except the women that came running out were all overweight. I wanted to look away but I looked on in a kind of morbid fascination. The second commercial was a face care commercial except the models were all very heavy women again. We moved through the spectrum of women’s commercials including makeup, bras, pants, etc. You name it and I probably saw a commercial for it but all using very heavy women.
I hadn’t really noticed the change that took place in me but I had managed to lay myself way back in my seat and felt very lethargic. I excused the feeling to being tired of watching television commercials. The last commercial ran and then the woman in the white coat came into the room. She said, “How was the first series of commercials?”
I yawned and said, “It made me real sleepy. Besides that it was kind of different. I thought it would make me nauseous or something but I kind of found it fascinating.”
She smiled and took a few notes on her clipboard. Then she said, “Well I need you to stay awake Mr. Hunter so can I get you a cup of coffee?”
I sat up taller in my chair to help stay awake and said, “Yes, that would be great.” She brought me the coffee and insisted I drink it before she started the last series of commercials. I pounded down the coffee and then turned to the computer. I said, “Ready.”
She reached over and hit the button while she said, “Great. This time you will see a series of personal ads similar to the ones our paying customers place when they come to our agency.”
The television turned on and I noticed the screen had little annoying wavy lines on it. It made it kind of hard to concentrate on the person on the screen. There was a dull sound like a hissing sound that I had heard on the previous series but this time it was louder. I felt like I had been drugged because my eyes felt heavier than ever. The coffee obviously had not done the trick. A heavy woman came on and started talking about her ideal man.
As she spoke words shot onto the screen in CAPITAL LETTERS. The words would get bigger until they took up the whole screen. Then they would get smaller and disappear into the background. As the word came on I could have sworn I heard a woman’s voice whispering the word in the headphones but I wasn’t sure.
The woman in the ad said, “I like a man who wants a woman of substance [SUBSTANCE]. I want a man who appreciates [APPRECIATE ME] me for who I am. My man should be sensitive and caring [SENSITIVE] [CARING] but retain his masculinity. I would love a man who loves me [LOVE ME] and obeys me [OBEY ME]. I think an obedient [OBEDIENT = HAPPY] man is a happy man and I love to make my men happy. Size and weight do not matter [SIZE DOESN’T MATTER] to me and given my size I would say it should not matter to him. In fact, I want a man who likes to have a bigger woman [YOU LIKE BIGGER WOMEN] that dominates [YOU WANT TO BE DOMINATED] him and makes him submissive [SUBMIT TO ME] in the bedroom. My ideal man should be watching this video and saying to himself, ‘That is the woman for me. [I AM THE WOMAN FOR YOU]’ My ideal man should be watching this video and eagerly thinking that he cannot wait to tell the Great Connections people he has found his woman. [YOU HAVE FOUND YOUR WOMAN]”
I was shocked at how blatant they were about their subliminal messaging. Did they really think that would work? It reminded me of the George Bush commercial where he pulled out the word RATS from Democrats but even less subtle. There were a couple of times when I almost laughed. The words popped up YOU LIKE BIGGER WOMEN while the headphones whispered the same thing. I never liked bigger women. All the mind messages in the world were not going to change that.
I was about to pull my headphones off when a small circle appeared on the center of my computer screen. It was so small I could barley see what it was. The screen flickered and the circle grew slightly bigger. I was captivated by the screen and I still could not even make out the circle. As it grew larger I realized it was a spinning disc. My better senses told me to look away but there was something unusual about the whole day. I wanted to know how effective their advertising campaign really was so I decided to finish the experiment.
Within a few minutes the flickering lights, the spinning disc, the sounds in my headphones and the completely sleepy feeling I had been feeling finally took their toll. I sat there completely spellbound by the whole show unable to really do anything but stare at my computer screen. Now I could hear the words “obey” over and over on my headphones. The second commercial with the woman’s personal ad ran again. This time around her words and the words on the screen seemed to have a much bigger impact on me. I was beginning to think that they had something here. Although it was just as blatant, I was really impressed at how effective this was and thought I would commend them on their reconditioning as soon as I got my money. The commercial ran two more times and then the computer turned off.
The woman with the white coat stepped into my room and said, “So what did you think?”
I pulled my headphones off and said, “I think your reprogramming works but I do not see the purpose of this. I mean I knew what you were doing the whole time and could have put a stop to it anytime I wanted.”
Just then the door opened and the woman from the commercial stepped in. I felt a rush of lust and love sweep over my body. She was my dream woman, I wished for nothing in life except to throw myself at her feet and do anything she asked. I knew without a doubt that the more obedient I was the happier I would be. I tried to argue with myself that it was just the commercials they had shown me but the feelings were so real. Then the first set of commercials flashed through my mind. I realized she was the one in the bikini, the one putting on the makeup, the one trying on the jeans. It had been her all along. Those commercials were not designed to change my mind about heavy women they were designed to change my mind about her.
It was then that I realized it was also her that I had ranked 24th. She was smiling at me but talking to the woman in the coat when she said, “Is he ready?”
The woman in the coat replied, “I don’t know. Let’s find out.”
The big woman said, “Alan, please complete the survey again.” I suddenly felt like a robot. I could not say no to her. I knew this now and I knew the results of the survey before I even sat down. I ranked her number one. It took me even less time to complete the survey this time and the results were not a surprise to anyone in the room. The big surprise was for me but I didn’t know it yet.
I finally said, “Congratulations, apparently your advertisements work great. Now if you would kindly undo the programming and give me my money I will be on my way.”
When the woman in the lab coat started laughing I started laughing with her but really wasn’t sure why. The heavy woman had a look of confusion on her face and for the first time I was beginning to think the programming of my mind had not been some temporary experiment.
Then the woman in the lab coat spoke, “If I had introduced myself and explained the real reason you were here you would not have willingly submitted to the mind programming. I am Dr. Moraga and I am a professional psychiatrist. My assistant was kind enough to place a drug in your soda that made you feel relaxed and at the same time made your mind very open to suggestion. I then used a series of subliminal messages that you could see and ones that you could not see. I combined this with a constant bombardment of images of Sherrie in different commercials and then her personal video with even more messages for your open mind.”
She paused for a moment giving me a chance to speak but I sat in my chair speechless and feeling like a fool. She said, “The music you listened to during the commercials was laden with white noise and subliminal messages and once your mind was ready I did not even need to hide the commands anymore. Why did I go to all this trouble? I think you know the answer to this by now but I will go ahead and explain it anyway. Seduction is the art of using your body and your words to convince a man or woman of doing something they had not been inclined to do before you started seducing them. I used to joke around that you cannot seduce the willing. A woman of Sherrie’s stature isn’t always successful in seduction so I created a method of simply reprogramming the man’s mind and turning him into the willing man.”
I looked at Sherrie and wondered how any man could not want a big sexy woman like that. Then I tried to argue with my feelings as I came to the realization it was the programming and not my own thoughts.
Dr. Moraga continued and said, “You see you came in to earn $500 but Sherrie paid $10,000 to have the perfect man. Now that you are adequately programmed Sherrie has her perfect man.”
I stood up to protest but the doctor cut me off mid-sentence. She held up her hand and said, “Wait, I’m not finished yet. As a trained professional in the field of mental health I already know what you’re going to say. You were going to tell me this is preposterous and that there is no way I reprogrammed your mind. After all, you were awake for the whole thing and some of it was so blatant that you almost thought it was laughable. You also know even as you were going to make that argument to me that the feelings you are experiencing do not jibe with your words. Your conscious mind says that you should just be able to get up and walk out of here and that is probably what you were about to say. Deep down inside you know that you want to be with Sherrie and will obey her without question. In fact, I think I can prove my point right now. You’re free to leave right now and I’ll double the money we offered you if you can make it to the front door.”
Now was my chance to escape before it was too late. My heart pounded with fear because I kind of knew what the doctor had said was true. I said okay and started walking to the door. I looked over at the doctor and Sherrie and saw the look of disappointment on her face. As I stepped out of the interview room I heard Sherrie quietly and somewhat meekly say, “Don’t go and I’ll make you the happiest man ever.”
My feet froze. I stood there trying to explain to myself why I had stopped but I think I already knew the answer. I was hooked. I was hers to command and yet I was struggling within myself to break the bonds. The doctor said, “Go ahead Sherrie, he is all yours.”
Sherrie kind of giggled like this was some fantasy that was too good to be true. Sherrie said, “Okay doctor, I’ll give it a try. Alan, come kiss me with more passion than you have ever kissed any other woman.”
For a second I thought this was the most ludicrous request I had ever heard. Then I looked at Sherrie. I should have been repulsed by her weight but I wasn’t. In fact, her lips suddenly looked so inviting, I wanted to run my fingers through her hair and feel her body up against mine. Her big huge breasts suddenly looked so inviting. I knew it was the programming but I was beginning not to care. I had urges and they needed to be satisfied. Whether they were my own thoughts or thoughts put into my head by this bizarre doctor they were still urges and needed to be acted on. I started a slow walk to her but I felt my step increasing as I drew closer. By time I got to her I wanted to kiss her more than I had ever wanted anything in the whole world. I looked into her eyes and felt my heart grow full.
I gently ran my fingers through her hair and then she whispered, “Kiss me Alan.”
I leaned into her body, felt her massive breasts up against my chest and I kissed her. The kiss must have lasted an eternity and I felt myself completely melt. My feet may have been on the ground but I felt like I was floating above the building.
I finally realized I heard the doctor saying, “Get a room you two.”
Then Sherrie broke the most magical kiss of my life. She looked at me like a little girl looks on Christmas morning and said, “Are you really all mine?”
I felt dizzy with lust and love. Was I really all hers? I think the real question now was would she really let me be hers? I replied, “I am all yours if you will have me.” I no longer cared what the doctor had done to me or hadn’t done to me. I only wanted Sherrie and nothing else really mattered to me anymore. I knew I couldn’t possibly have another day of happiness without her.
She took my hand and said, “Of course I will have you.”
The doctor addressed us both as I stood there holding the hand of my one true love. A small part of me was trying to scream at me that I had been drugged and hypnotized and that there was something very wrong with this whole picture. However my heart and my lust were overwhelming and I ignored that small part of me.
The doctor said, “You two love birds are all done here. Once again we have made another great connection between two people. I am sure you two want to get home and get to know each other better. Of course Alan will tell you anything you ask him and will feel compelled to obey any command you give him. Alan, you’re not so lucky. You are going to have to love and cherish Sherrie and get her to share with you the way any man would in any relationship. Good luck.”
We walked out of the reception area together and there were a couple of heavy women waiting to be seen. Sherrie proudly announced, “It really works. He is all mine” as we walked out. The doctor had advised Sherrie to take public transportation since her new man would be driving her home. Great advice! I eagerly opened the door for her and had an awesome view of her incredibly large cleavage. Wow, I couldn’t wait to get her home and dive into those enormous breasts.
When we got home I couldn’t keep my hands off of her. We made our way up to her bedroom and I slowly undressed her. As I lay her back in bed to make love to her she looked up at me and said, “Not yet honey. You haven’t proposed to me yet. We’ll worry about the ring later but I cannot make love to a man who is not my fiancée.”
I dropped to my knee, took her hand and said, “Sherrie, will you marry me?”
She pulled me up onto the bed and said, “Yes Alan, I will marry you.”
We made out for a long time until I thought I was going to burst. The longer we made out the more consumed I became. Then Sherrie spread her legs and said, “Lick my pussy Alan. I have always wanted to experience this.”
I had given plenty of women oral but never someone so large. I momentarily wished to protest but then the words “obey” flashed into my mind and the next thing I knew I was licking. When I was done pleasuring her she said, “Now it is your turn.”
Sherrie pulled out padded ropes and began fastening my hands and feet to the bedposts. She climbed on top of me and began to slowly pump me as her large breasts swung in my face. “Be a good boy and suck my boobs while I screw you into submission. You are forbidden from cumming until I give the command.”
She must have pumped me for 15 minutes and I could not cum. The pleasure just built and built and I begged her to allow me to cum. As she pumped me she said,“Your body and mind belong to me, say it.”
I repeated back, “My body and mind belong to you.” She began pumping me more furiously and for a moment I thought I was going to lose consciousness.
She said, “Alan, when I count to five you will cum harder than you ever have before.” Sherrie counted to five, I came, and sometime during my orgasm I passed out.
When I woke up I was no longer tied up and Sherrie had gotten dressed. She said, “Get up sleepy head. You and I are going shopping for an engagement ring, we need to make wedding plans and we need to pick out wallpaper for the baby’s room.”
I sat up and said, “Baby’s room?”
Sherrie smiled at me, “I am going on fertility drugs right after our honeymoon so we do not have to wait a long time to have children together. Isn’t that a wonderful idea honey?”
I looked into her eyes, felt my heart fill up with absolute love and adoration and said, “Of course dear, anything that makes you happy makes me happy.”
Sherrie and I have been married for several years and have two kids together. It is tough to hold down a full time job, do all the housework, pay the bills, put the kids to bed and still have time to massage my wife, manicure my wife, and anything else that pleases her fancy but it is all worth it. It seems that the more time and effort I put into making Sherrie happy the happier I am.