Hi.

  If you want to mess up with the mind of others and yourself, make
sure that you use the right gear in the right order or.....

  As ever I DIDN'T write this story and haven't any claim on it. If
you have some usefull hints or some good coments, your mail is then
welcome. Flames, you know, they will be piped to /dev/null.

Enjoy the story.

Ciao
	Nostrumo

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Be  A  Wife



     " Tired of your wife complaining ?  Of her ranting that you don't
     treat her as an equal ?  Do you find yourself giving in to her
     demands more often than you'd like ?  Is she too assertive for your
     taste, always wearing pants instead of the sexy clothing you'd like
     to see on her, never spending the time to cook you the sumptuous
     meal you deserve after a hard day's work ?  Would you like to be
     confident enough to put her back in her place ?
     We have what you need .  Our new BrainCleaner.
     It has two programs, one that will strengthen your personnality,
     make you dominant and strong so you'll always get what you want.
     The other one to make her submissive, dependant, obedient and
     ultra-feminine.  She'll want to wear nothing but the most feminine
     and sexy clothing, obey your every whim and desire, and be always
     turned-on.
     She won't be able to resist her urges to be your sex-toy, your
     private whore, dedicated to only you.  Her only satisfaction will
     come through pleasing you.  She will be the ultimate love slave ...

     This life of dream can be yours for only $1,599 !
     Order Now !"


-"This is what I need", Luke thought.

"Now I'll finally get what I deserve".

It was early March when it arrived at his office, by special delivery.  He
was ecstatic.

-"Today is going to be the first day of my new life", he said to himself with
an evil grin.

He came home that night, very excited, and as usual, nobody came to greet him
at the door.  "Probably reading a book, as usual." He went into the living
room with his package, and there she was, reading.  "Hello dear", she said.
"I didn't hear you come in".  She was wearing those godawful old sweatpants
and t-shirt.  "Well not for long", he thought.

-"Hi Kelly.  I've got a new toy.  Would you like to try it ?"

-"Why Luke, that's unusual of you to buy something I would like."

-"Yes, he said, I'm sure you'll like it...  quite a bit.  It might even
change your life..."

-"Goodness me, she said, now you've got me curious.  What is it ?"

-"Sorry, I can't tell you.  You'll have to try it and find out", he said as
he unwrapped the machine.

-"How does it work ?"

-"See, you take this headband with the microphone and headphones, and put it
on.  Wait, which one is it...  hmm...  Ah yes, here it says 's', this is
yours"

He handed it to her, and she adjusted it to her head.

"And this one says 'd', it's mine", and he put it on.

"We just plug it in, and here is the switch to turn it on...  there, it's
done"

She heard a voice in the headphones asking "What is your name ?", so she
answered "Kelly".  The voice then added:

"Sequence engaged...  Performing Brain Scan...  Scan Complete...  Generating
Will Inhibitor Field..."

She felt as if the headband had come alive, and her brain was turning to
mush.  She could'nt move, she couldn't think,...she couldn't even WANT to
regain control.  She felt like a dry sponge, ready to absorb anything.
Anything at all.  She felt totally empty, and needed to be filled.  The voice
started again.


     "Personnality Programming engaged...

     You are Kelly.

     You believe everything I say.

     You are the wife of Luke.

     You belong to Luke.

     Luke is the ruler of your household.

     You are Luke's slave. Luke can do anything with you.

     You are a slut, and deserves no respect. You live only to please Luke.

     You are a stupid bitch, always in heat, always ready for sex.

     You are weak and submissive.

     You always do what Luke wants when Luke wants it.

     Luke expects you to be always feminine, sexy, and willing...

     You will obey Luke's every whim and fancy.

     You want to obey Luke.

     You love to wear sexy, erotic womanly clothing.

     You never want to wear flats or pants.

     That would make you feel masculine, and you do not want that.

     You cannot feel comfortable wearing anything less than 3 inch pumps.

     Wearing dresses and skirts makes you feel so good.

     Pantyhose are a woman's best friend. They are your best friend.

     You always want to wear make-up, because you feel so very feminine.

     And you are totally feminine. Totally womanly.

     You feel good about being submissive.

     Your opinions and your likes are not important.

     The opinions of your husband Luke are all that matters.

     You enjoy serving Luke and being totally dominated.

     You do not feel worthy of respect.

     You are just a whore, whose sole purpose in life is to please Luke

     You are nothing more than Luke's willing slave..."


Meanwhile, Luke was hearing:


     "You are the ruler of your household.

     Your wife Kelly is your slave. You can do whatever you like with her.

     She is a slut, and deserves no respect. She lives only to please you.

     She is a stupid bitch, always in heat, always ready for sex.

     You are strong and domineering.

     You always get what you want when you want it.

     You expect her to be always feminine, sexy, and willing...


The voices stopped after fifteen minutes, and Kelly felt her mind return to
her.  Her new mind.  So much better than before.  She felt good.  She looked
at Luke, and was overwhelmed by a desire to pledge eternal love and devotion
him.  She fell to her knees before him, and said:  "Oh master Luke, I love
you!  I am your slave, let me serve you, give me an order so I can make you
happy", she pleaded.

He looked down at her in contempt, and said "My balls itch.  Lick them." She
eagerly unzipped his pants, pulled them down a bit with his underwear, and
started frantically licking his balls.

"This feels good," he thought."That bitch is so hot, I think I feel like
fucking her right now."

"Stop!", he ordered, and she looked up with expectation, her eyes filled with
animal-like stupidity.  "Tear off your clothes.  I don't like them." She
ripped her t-shirt open, revealing her breasts, and then ripped open her own
bra, letting her titties pop out.  She had to pull off the sweat-pants
because they were too tough, and then she was naked, except for some bobby
socks, panties, and the rippped bra that dangled.  "Please master Luke, take
me, fuck me, hurt me, do everything you want !" And he did.

The next day, she went shopping.  "I have been such a fool all these years",
she thought."I have nothing appropriate for a slut like myself to wear.  I
need to dress for what I am.  A submissive little whore." She bought a black
leather corset, revealing dresses, mini-skirts, pumps, panty-hose with
motifs, lacy underwear, etc.

As soon as she was home, she put on black panty-hose and pumps.  She felt
pain from the tightness of the corset, but as she looked in the mirror, she
saw the effect was well worth it.  She slipped into a black negligee, and
then, applied heavy make-up, especially around the eyes.  Looking again in
the full length mirror, she was quite pleased with herself, and started
practicing sexy and enticing poses.

The doorbell rang.  She went to the door and asked "Who is it?"

"It's Sandy, let me in." She opened the door, and Sandy's jaw almost fell to
the ground.  Sandy came in and said "What the hell happened to you ?"

-"Something wonderful", Kelly said.  "I'm finally the person I should have
been."

-"And what might that be ?"

-"The slave of my beloved husband.  His plaything, ready and willing to
fulfill all his wishes."

-"You're crazy !  What's come over you ?"

-"I knew you wouldn't understand.  You're gonna have to leave.  You're a bad
influence on me, and my husband wouldn't like that."

-"Like hell I'm leaving!  Not before you explain everything."

-"If you don't leave, I'll call the police for trespassing."

-"You wouldn't..."

Kelly walked over to the phone and started dialing.

-"Ok, I'm leaving, but you're gonna wish I hadn't."

-"I don't think so.  Goodbye.", and she closed the door.  She thought how
good it would be for Sandy's husband to get a machine like the one Luke had.
Then she would understand.

Luke came home that night, and as he entered, saw Kelly kneeling before him
in the hallway.  "God, what a sexy bitch", he thought.

-"Please, master, let me give you a massage so I can show my love"

-"Not now, slave.  I want to use the machine again tonight, but this time,
I'll make it permanent.  You want that, don't you ?"

-"Oh yes, master, I want to be your devoted slave forever and ever !  I don't
ever want to be the woman I was before !"

-"Good.  Now sit there while I change the settings...  God, the wires are a
mess, you can't tell which is which.  I'll have to beat you for this, you
know.  Can't let you get away with not keeping the house clean."

He put on the headband, microphone and headphones, ordering her to do the
same.  Then he switched it on.

He heard the voice asking "What is your name ?", and said "Luke"


     "Sequence engaged... Performing Brain Scan... Scan Complete...

     Generating Will Inhibitor Field..."

     He felt the headband come alive as before, and his brain turn to mush. He 
     could'nt move, couldn't think,... couldn't even WANT to regain control. He 
     felt like a dry sponge, ready to absorb anything. Anything at all. He felt
     totally empty, and needed to be filled. The voice started again.

     "Personnality Programming engaged...

     You are Luke.

     You believe everything I say.

     You are the wife of Kelly.

     You belong to Kelly.

     Kelly is the ruler of your household.

     You are Kelly's slave. Kelly can do anything with you.

     You are a slut, and deserves no respect. You live only to please Kelly.

     You are a stupid bitch, always in heat, always ready for sex.

     You are weak and submissive.

     You always do what Kelly wants when Kelly wants it.

     Kelly expects you to be always feminine, sexy, and willing...

     You will obey Kelly's every whim and fancy.

     You want to obey Kelly.

     You love to wear sexy, erotic womanly clothing.

     You never want to wear flats or pants.

     That would make you feel masculine, and you do not want that.

     You cannot feel comfortable wearing anything less than 3 inch pumps.

     Wearing dresses and skirts makes you feel so good.

     Pantyhose are a woman's best friend. They are your best friend.

     You always want to wear make-up, because you feel so very feminine.

     And you are totally feminine. Totally womanly.

     You feel good about being submissive.

     Your opinions and your likes are not important.

     The opinions of your husband Kelly are all that matters.

     You enjoy serving Kelly and being totally dominated.

     You do not feel worthy of respect.

     You are just a whore, whose sole purpose in life is to please Kelly

     You are nothing more than Kelly's willing slave..."


Meanwhile, Kelly was hearing:


     "You are the ruler of your household.

     Your wife Luke is your slave. You can do whatever you like with her.

     She is a slut, and deserves no respect. She lives only to please you.

     She is a stupid bitch, always in heat, always ready for sex.

     You are strong and domineering.

     You always get what you want when you want it.

     You expect her to be always feminine, sexy, and willing...


The voices stopped after fifteen minutes, and Kelly felt her mind return to
her.  Her new mind.  So much better than before.  She felt good.  She looked
at Luke, and was overwhelmed by a desire to slap him silly.  Luke fell to his
knees before her, and said:

"Oh mistress Kelly, I love you!  I am your slave, let me serve you, give me
an order so I can make you happy", he pleaded.

-"You miserable slut!", she said.  "You wanted to control me, make me into
your little plaything.  Well now that you've made the stupid mistake of
taking the wrong headgear, I'm gonna make you pay.  For the rest of your
miserable life!  And I'll start by calling you Colleen.  It means girl in
Irish, and that's what you'll be, a little girl for me to play with !"

-"Yes," he thought,"I am a girl, I am Colleen.  I am the wife of Kelly, my
husband and mistress."

    TO BE CONTINUED.
..  She-Wolf.


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