Student Project

By Orestes

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My roommate, Tracy, couldn't believe that I had signed 
up for the research project.

   " Behaviour modification through WHAT? " she asked, 
with more than a little disbelief in her voice.

   " Through intense hypno-therapy, " I answered. " 
It's right in my field of study. I've read a lot about 
it. "

   " How the heck does that work?"

   " I've agreed to participate in the project for six 
weeks during our summer break By reviewing my initial 
psychological profile, Dr. Porter will target some 
aspects of my personality and attempt to override the 
traits under hypnotic suggestion. The sessions will 
begin in the afternoon, and testing will continue 
through the evening hours."

   " Doesn't it scare the hell out of you?"

   " Nope, " I replied nonchalantly, " I've read a lot 
of Dr. Porter's work. She's a real professional. 
Following each testing session, the hypnotic suggestion 
is removed. Don't worry, I'm in good hands. "

   Tracy shook her head in disbelief.

   " I don't know, Natalie. Do you really want someone 
going into your head and mucking around with your 
personality?"

   I had already thought this through. In truth, I 
hoped that my participation would land me a position 
with Dr. Porter for my post-graduate work. Tracy's 
concern was a little irrational, but well intended.

   " We'll talk tomorrow, after my first session, " I 
ended the conversation.

   I had already completed the initial psychological 
testing, and had been among the 30 subjects selected 
from a screening of 150 applicants. There was no way I 
was backing out now.

   True to my word, I didn't feel any anxiety when I 
arrived at the research site, in an old ivy covered 
section of the university. What I did feel was 
excitement about my one-on-one meeting with Dr. Beth 
Porter. Up until now, I had been dealing with her 
research assistants. I was led to a small office, and 
was told to expect Dr. Porter shortly.

   I had barely sat down when she came in. 

   " You are... Natalie Foulds, " she read from the 
clip-board. I stood to shake her hand. It was strange, 
meeting someone I'd read so much about. I suppose I 
expected her to be a larger, more physical presence. In 
fact, she was a shade less than 5 feet tall, with a 
slight build. The way she wore her black hair so 
shortly cropped made her look like a tom-boy, and made 
her appear much younger than her 45 years.

   " I've reviewed your testing, Natalie, and I'm 
excited about the opportunity to work with you, " my 
heart swelled, she was taking a special interest in me. 
" Your results indicate, among other things, that you 
are an extremely dominant personality, very dominant 
indeed. This is the trait we'd like to override for our 
testing sessions. "

   She handed me a form.

   " This is your consent form. As you've been told, we 
will place you under hypnotic suggestion each day, and 
then conduct some tests. We will only proceed with the 
tests if you sign the consent. Otherwise, you will be 
removed from the study."

   I nodded. I read the consent form carefully and then 
signed. 

   " When do we start? " I asked.

   " I appreciate your enthusiasm, " Dr. Porter said. " 
We'll start right away. "

   I can't say I remember a lot about the hypnosis 
session. We began with some visualization and breathing 
exercises, but I don't remember much more. The next 
thing I remember is being in a small conference room 
with Dr. Porter and one of her assistants.

   " The session went extremely well, " explained Dr. 
Porter. " It took me several hours to lay the 
groundwork in your subconscious, but future sessions 
will take very little time. I'll leave you with my 
assistant, Alec, to begin testing. At the end of the 
evening, I'll come back, and remove the hypnotic 
suggestions. "

   Well, I didn't feel any different. I was a bit 
disappointed that Dr. Porter wouldn't stay around for 
the testing, but I suppose she had other test subjects 
to attend to. I turned my attention to Alec. He was a 
thin black guy around my own age. I have to say that I 
envied him for working on Dr. Porter's project. 

   " Stand up, " he said.

   I did, almost automatically. He stood, and walked 
around me. I turned to look at him.

   " Stand still, " he commanded.

   I faced forward. This wasn't like me at all. 
Normally, I'd bite the head off of anyone who used that 
tone of voice with me. Instead, I just froze, and 
waited for him to circle me.

   " On your knees," was his next command.

   My pause was only momentary before I found myself 
obeying. What was he going to tell me to do next?

   Alec, who now towered over me, made some notes on 
his clipboard.

   " Crawl to the corner of the room, " he said. I now 
realized that he was running through a set of 
instructions on his clipboard. He watched as I, despite 
the humiliation of the position, crawled on my hands 
and knees to the corner of the room. It was like I 
wasn't totally in control of my own actions. That is, I 
knew that it was my decision to obey, but I knew that 
my normal reaction would be much different.

   There was something else that came along with the 
humiliation; arousal. As I crawled the distance, I 
could feel myself getting wet. When I reached the 
corner, I stopped. With no further command, I lowered 
my arms to the floor, leaving my ass sticking up 
lewdly.

   'Why did I do that?' I asked myself silently. My 
god, Alec must think I'm a real slut. Nonetheless, my 
arousal increased.

   We continued to go through the list: stand in the 
corner, sit, lay down, crawl over here, stand on the 
table. The tasks went on and on, and throughout it all, 
my pussy was telling me that I was enjoying it. At the 
end of the night, when Dr. Porter rejoined us, I was 
sure that she would be able to see the excited state I 
was in. My face went red in humiliation.

   " It's time to remove the hypnotic suggestions, " 
she told me. Alec left, and under Dr. Porter's command, 
I was soon falling back into a trance. When I awoke, 
she was no longer in the room. I gathered up my things, 
and left.

   When I got back to my apartment, I went straight to 
my room. I was having second thoughts. The feelings I 
had experienced under hypnosis were unexpected, a bit 
scary, but also exciting. I fell into a fitful sleep.

*****

   The ring of the phone awoke me in the morning.

   " Nat, it's for you, " called Tracy from her room.

   I groped for the phone beside my bed.

   " Hello."

   " Hello, Natalie, it's Beth Porter. " I sat up in my 
bed. 

   " Yes "

   " I think we need to have a meeting about the 
project. Can you come down to the office?"

   " Of course. I can be there in, " I scanned for my 
watch on the night stand, " in about a half hour. "

   " That'll be fine. See you then. "

   I couldn't believe it. Beth Porter was definitely 
taking an interest in me. I was elated. I left without 
breakfast, and got to her office as quickly as I could.

   My elation didn't last long.

   " I think we have to consider removing you from the 
program. " Her words twisted into me like a knife.

   " Why?"

   " This is a delicate subject, Natalie. Alec's 
observations indicate that the hypnotherapy had an 
unexpected effect on you. He told me that you seemed 
sexually aroused. "

   My embarrassment must have been apparent.

   " Don't worry, Natalie. This isn't your fault. It's 
actually quite interesting, from a clinical point of 
view. As a matter of research, I truly wish that we 
could continue with the testing and see where this 
leads. However, my money comes from the university, and 
I have to steer away from anything the university would 
consider inappropriate. "

   " Please, " I begged, " I want to continue. "

   " I'm sorry, but I can't jeopardize my research. "

   " Then let me do it alone, " I blurted out. Their 
psychological testing sure had me pegged. When I set my 
mind on something, I was aggressive as hell.

   " I don't see how I could..." the professor started, 
before I cut her off.

   " I just graduated with a degree in psychology. I've 
read all of your work. I'm sure I could conduct the 
study. I would, of course, give you full access to my 
notes. "

   She smiled at me from across the desk, and shook her 
head.

   " I can see that you are determined, and I have no 
real desire to stop you. What I need you to do, though, 
is sign an acknowledgement stating that you are no 
longer a part of my research. If you want to continue 
on your own, I won't stand in your way, but my own 
participation would have to be minimal."

   " Just plant the suggestions, and I'll do the rest. 
In six weeks, I'll come back and have the suggestions 
removed. I'll give you a piece of research you can be 
proud of. "

   This was just the chance I needed. Maybe I let my 
enthusiasm get the best of me, but if I could impress 
Beth Porter with my research skills, she would HAVE to 
accept me into her post-graduate studies program.

   I gladly signed the acknowledgement form, my head 
filled with plans on how to document my time under 
hypnosis.

   " I hope you know what you're doing, " she warned 
me, one last time.

   " I do."

   The next thing I knew, I was on my way out of her 
office. I didn't feel any different, but that was true 
of the previous night's session as well. Tracy was 
waiting for me when I got home.

   " How did it go?"

   I didn't know where to start. Tracy was a good 
friend, and always looked out for me. She was sort of 
the big sister type, from an Italian family where she 
took care of several younger siblings. I could trust 
her. I told her the whole story.

   " What have you got yourself into?" She scolded me.

   " I want to make this work."

   " You've made yourself really vulnerable, " she 
said. " You're placing yourself in danger if you go out 
there trying to find someone to 'test your submissive 
side'. People will take advantage."

   " I guess you're right, " I admitted. I hadn't 
thought this through fully. In Dr. Porter's lab, there 
had been controls in place. Out here I was on my own. " 
Tracy, you've got to help me. "

   She rolled her eyes in exasperation. " Not me. I 
don't know anything about psychology."

   " Please," I begged.. I gave my best attempt at 
puppy dog eyes.

   " Maybe, " she relented, " what do you need me to 
do?"

   I explained my goals to her. I needed to document 
the changes in my personality through daily notes. I 
needed to be exposed to situations which would, in my 
regular personality, have made me defiant, even angry, 
and see if I now reacted with submission. 

   " In short, " I explained, "I need to see exactly 
how far this can go."

   " Let me think about it, " said Tracy. " I have to 
go out."

   I was left there, wondering if I'd done the right 
thing. I trusted Tracy. She would make sure I was safe. 
Besides, it would only be six weeks. And I really 
wanted to make an impression on Dr. Porter.

   I spent the rest of the afternoon reading, and 
waiting for Tracy to return. Around six, I decided to 
have the shower I'd skipped in the morning. My shower 
was interrupted by the sound of Tracy returning to the 
apartment.

   " Natalie, get out here, " she called. My body 
reacted before my mind, and I was out of the shower, 
heading to the bathroom door.

   Tracy was standing by the kitchen table when I 
emerged, naked and dripping, from the shower. She had 
obviously spent some time preparing herself to be as 
forceful with me as possible. She stood with her arms 
crossed, and barely batted an eye at my state of 
undress.

   " Why isn't dinner ready? " Her voice was harsh.

   " I... uh, didn't know..."

   There was no sympathy. Marvellous. She was playing 
the part perfectly.

   " Get to work on it, now!"

   A rush of sexual excitement came over me as I began 
to cook up a pasta dinner for Tracy. I must have made 
quite a sight, chopping red peppers, naked and wet, 
with my blonde hair sticking to the sides of my head. 
Tracy went to watch television as I finished dinner. 
When I was done, I set the table.

   That's the way it went the whole evening. I did the 
dishes, the vacuuming, and the dusting before Tracy 
told me to go to my room and fill out my research 
notes.

   I sat at my desk with the note pad. I still hadn't 
put any clothes on. I didn't want to do anything to 
lose the feeling of the evening. I started the notes 
three or four times, in different ways, trying to be as 
clinical as possible. Each time, my description seemed 
inadequate. How could I describe the rush of sexual 
excitement I felt each time Tracy commanded me to do 
something? I was embarrassed even thinking about it. My 
left hand wandered down towards my pussy, and as soon 
as my fingers found their mark, the notes came much 
more easily.

*****

   The next morning, I woke up early and began 
breakfast. This was actually nothing unusual for us. 
Tracy wasn't a morning person, and it took her a while 
to fully awaken, so I had always taken care of 
breakfast. I set the plates on the table, and served up 
the french toast. I was about to sit down, when Tracy 
spoke up.

   " No, " she said, in a tone usually reserved for 
pets or small children. She removed my plate from the 
table, and placed it on the floor, near her feet. " 
You'll eat from the floor from now on."

   I knelt down to the floor. Tracy was good at this. 
My pride was telling me not to accept situation, but I 
couldn't muster the will to resist. Tracy didn't give 
me any utensils, so I ate as best I could with my 
hands.

   After breakfast we went on a shopping trip, on my 
money, of course. We stopped in a couple of upscale 
stores, where Tracy tried on quite a few outfits. I had 
always admired Tracy's figure. She wasn't really 
overweight, but she did fill out her clothing well. I, 
on the other hand, had always been a bit on the flat 
side. Not to say I didn't have a body I was proud of, 
but I certainly didn't have Tracy's curves. Tracy 
finally decided on a couple of nice blouses, and a new 
pair of shoes.

   Then it was my turn. She brought me two stores, the 
first of which was the kind of teeny-bopper trendy 
clothes store that I usually avoided like the plague. 
Tracy picked out a cute, but rather short, skirt for 
me, and a thin cotton sweater that I couldn't get to 
cover my belly button. She had me wear them out of the 
store.

   The second store was a pet store. I was confused. 

   " Go pick yourself out a leash and collar, " Tracy 
told me. My eyes went wide in disbelief.

   "Now!" Her voice was so commanding. Blood rushed to 
my face in embarrassment, not only because of her 
command, but because my pussy throbbed in excitement.

   I went to the dog section of the store, and began to 
look for a collar that would fit. Tracy followed along 
beside me.

   " Can I help you?"

   It figured. The only time I didn't want service in a 
store, and up comes this barely-out-of-highschool store 
clerk, all eager to help.

   " Yes, " replied Tracy, before I could protest. " My 
friend is looking for a collar and leash. "

   His attention turned to me. " Okay, for what breed 
of dog?"

   My face must have been a brilliant red by this 
point. My body was quivering in sexual excitement. I 
couldn't help myself.

   " It's for me, " I said quietly. Another surge of 
sexual energy came over me. I couldn't believe that I 
was humiliating myself in front of this teenage store 
clerk.

   The clerk didn't know what to say. Tracy stepped in. 

   " I think this one will be okay, " she said, 
selecting a black leather collar with little metal 
studs. " Thanks for your help. "

   We drove home in silence. I really needed an orgasm, 
and I was sure that Tracy could tell.

   When we stepped in the door, Tracy ordered me onto 
my knees. She produced the collar and leash, and 
snapped the collar around my neck. She attached the 
leash to the collar. I was breathing heavily.

   " Come on, " she slapped her thigh, and began to 
walk the circumference of the living room. I crawled 
beside her, on hands and knees. My physical reaction 
was uncontrollable. I needed an orgasm so badly.

   " Please, " I said to Tracy, quietly. It was the 
first thing I had said since the pet store.

   She stopped the pacing. " Please what?"

   " I, um, " I paused. Could I really humiliate myself 
this way? " I need to masturbate."

   I couldn't look at her.

   " Okay, " was her response, after a minute.

   I began to rise, to go to my room, when Tracy 
stopped me. 

   " You'll do it right here, " she told me. How could 
she do this? I was mortified.

   Tracy sat down on the couch, leaving me on my hands 
and knees in the middle of the floor. She still held 
the end of the leash. My body was on fire. Despite my 
utter embarrassment, my right hand went quickly towards 
my pussy. I reached under the hem of my short skirt, 
and slid my hand beneath the elastic of my panties.

   She was watching me, I knew without looking. I could 
feel her eyes on me. The sensations were unbelievable. 
I bit my lower lip as my fingers stroked my clit with a 
desperation I had never known. My ass pushed wildly 
back and forth as I ground my pussy harder into my 
hand.

   I was alternately moaning and grunting as my fingers 
reached a feverish pace. It was coming on so fast. When 
my orgasm came, I screamed out loud. My body gave out, 
and I writhed helplessly on the floor as it consumed 
me. When it finally subsided, I just lay there at 
Tracy's feet, my hand still pushed down the front of my 
panties, which were now quite wet from my orgasm. I was 
so ashamed.

   " Come here, " Tracy pulled on my leash. I looked 
up.

   Tracy was pulling me to my knees again. She sat on 
the sofa with her jeans and panties bunched down to her 
ankles. Apparently, my little performance had some 
effect on her. She was slowly stroking her pussy as she 
pulled my leash towards her.

   There was no mistaking what she wanted me to do. She 
was pulling my face in towards her crotch. Tracy had 
always enjoyed having her boyfriends go down on her. 
Her most recent boyfriend had been reluctant, and Tracy 
had confided in me that it was one of the main reasons 
she had broken up with him. Now it was me between her 
legs, with her hand on the back of my head, and the 
smell of arousal in my nose.

   I gingerly extended my tongue towards her. This 
would change everything, I reminded myself. Tracy and I 
would never be the same. I wanted to please her so 
badly. How could I be horny again so quickly? 

   The hand on the back of my head pushed me directly 
into Tracy's pussy. The aroma of her sex was stronger 
than I would have imagined. The dark hair around her 
pussy was untrimmed, and surrounded the lips of her 
pussy. This was one thing I never thought I'd learn 
first-hand about my roommate.

   My tongue found flesh, and Tracy reacted with a 
moan. She pushed her crotch into my face as her wetness 
covered my cheeks and chin. I explored the folds of her 
pussy, and my mouth filled with her taste. I went 
slowly at first, but when my tongue found her engorged 
clit, I instinctively began to flick my tongue rapidly 
against it.

   " Oh, god, Natalie. Oh Natalie, " she repeated my 
name over and over between her moaning, as if reminding 
herself that it was me between her legs.

   Her second hand reached for the back of my head, and 
her thighs clamped down on my cheeks as her body began 
to shake in lust. Tracy's crotch jerked up and down 
against my face as her orgasm hit. She may have been 
screaming, but I couldn't tell, as her thighs were 
clamped against my ears. I got a mouth full of her 
juices instantly, and had a hard time breathing with 
the way she was grinding her pussy into my mouth. 
Nonetheless, I continued to work her clit until her 
body began to relax again.

   " My lovely, lovely Natalie, " she said to me 
quietly, as she loosened her grip on the back my head, 
and stroked my hair tenderly. " You'll get used to 
doing that for me. "

*****

   She was right, I did become accustomed to performing 
orally for her on command. I couldn't have guessed that 
Tracy had such a sex drive. She had certainly hidden it 
well for the couple of years we'd lived together. I 
slept on the floor at the foot of her bed from then on, 
just in case she wanted any attention during the night.

    In the morning, I would make breakfast, and while 
she ate, I would lick her pussy from under the table, 
whether she wanted an orgasm or not. She told me it 
helped her to wake up. Those parts of my service became 
a routine.

   Another thing I couldn't have guessed about Tracy is 
how much she really got into the role of  dominating 
me. She seemed determined to find a limit to my 
submissive behaviour. When I didn't bristle at my 
domestic duties, or at paying for everything, or at 
being treated like a dog, Tracy just went on to find 
other ways to push the envelope. It was at the end of 
the first week that she took to punishing me with pain.

    " Come here, Natalie, " she called from her room, 
in a tone which I now recognized as preceding some new 
form of humiliation. I put down my notebook (which she 
still allowed me to maintain) and followed her voice.

   She was sitting at the edge of her bed, with a belt 
in her hand. I looked at the belt apprehensively, and 
waited for Tracy's command.

   " Lower your jeans, " she told me, " and get over my 
lap."

   I felt like I was a little girl again, like when my 
mother gave me the same sort of punishment. I dropped 
my jeans and did what she said. She caressed my ass 
through my panties for a few minutes before she landed 
the first blow. I yelped. She had really hit me hard. 
Another one came, on the same spot. Tears welled up in 
my eyes. Tracy paused to pull my panties down my thighs 
before starting again.

   The blows came, one after another, as I helplessly 
squirmed in her lap. I didn't dare try to cover my ass 
with my hands. My submissive side was loving this. Each 
blow brought a new wave of sexual pleasure. 

   " That's what I like to see, " she told me, when she 
was done. " Stand up and have a look at your ass in the 
mirror."

   I turned myself in front of the large mirror atop 
her dresser. My rear end was striped with painful red 
streaks, some dark, some light. I felt so alive, and 
full of sexual energy. Tracy smiled in delight, and a 
real glint in her eyes. It was the first of many times 
I saw that look. 

   When she was done with my ass, I licked her to 
orgasm.

   Our sessions became more extreme from there. A trip 
to a local sex shop racked up my credit card, and 
provided Tracy with many new ways to inflict 
punishment. She would cuff my hands to the foot of her 
bed each night, and take her sweet time inflicting 
various sorts pain on my body. Vicious little nipple 
clamps became a favourite for her, as did a nasty 
little wooden cane she used on all parts of my body. 
Just when I thought that I couldn't take any more, she 
found a way to make it hurt even worse.

   She knew how to play me. By the time she was done, I 
was begging for more punishment. I wanted her to hurt 
me just a little bit more. She would then lay me on my 
back, and straddle my face. While I desperately licked 
her pussy, she would 'play' with my nipple clamps, 
until she flooded my mouth with her juices.

   At the beginning of the third week, Tracy gave me a 
day off. She was going out to see some friends for the 
day and told me to go shopping.

   " Is there anything you need ?" I asked.

   " Nope, this is your day, Natalie. " She was putting 
her shoes on. She stopped to give me a kiss before 
leaving, and as she did, she pressed something into my 
hand.

   " Surprise me, " she whispered in my ear, then she 
was out the door.

   I looked at what she had given me. It was a business 
card.

   ' The Body Art Gallery ' it read, and gave an 
address.

   Did she want me to go there? Of course she did.

   I drove down to the place. It wasn't in the best 
part of the city, but it was on a main street, and 
seemed legitimate.

   The store, on the inside, was a bit hard to absorb. 
The merchandise was mainly fetish clothing and 
jewellery. Along one side was a hair salon, and the 
back wall was covered with tattoo art. There was a 
doorway which led to the tattoo studio, and a stairway 
which led to the upper level.

   I was so out of place. I had dressed conservatively, 
as is my usual style, my hair straight and shoulder 
length. I really stuck out in this crowd. What did 
Tracy want me to get?

   A young store clerk approached. She was decked out 
in leather, and had an impossible looking hair style.

   " Hi, " she said. " What do you need ?"

   I couldn't control my arousal as I responded.

   " I need something to show my obedience. "

   " Cool, " she said casually. "I'll show you some 
things."

   Once I began, I had a hard time stopping. My body 
kept telling me to continue, even though my mind was 
telling me to stop. As I waited for Tracy at home that 
night, I looked at myself in the bedroom mirror and 
reviewed the changes.

   My hair and eyebrows had gone from a soft blonde to 
a fiery red. They had trimmed the sides fairly short to 
give a good view of my new piercings. The piercings 
were many. My ears seemed to be on fire. There were 
three new rings in each ear, one in my right eyebrow, 
one on the top of my lip, and one in the nose. I had 
talked myself out of the tongue ring, at the last 
minute, because I knew that Tracy would want to use my 
tongue tonight.

   As for my body, I only went with the nipple ring. 
That hurt like hell now too. A bandage covered the 
tattoos on my upper arms and on my left ankle. The 
tattoos were a simple design of interlocking thorns, 
encircling my arms and leg at almost an inch in width. 
The pain had been exquisite. A tight leather bra now 
pushed up my smallish breasts. My new panties were 
black lace, and didn't cover much.

   One of the girls had convinced me to shave my pussy.

   " Nothing says 'I'm yours' like a cleanly shaved 
pussy, " she told me, as casually as if she were 
selling me a box of candies. 

   I couldn't wait for Tracy to get home.

*****

   The next two weeks, Tracy was sexually ravenous. She 
liked the body piercings so much that she even had me 
go back to get my other nipple and my belly button 
done. She had me buy a short chain to connect my lip 
ring to one of the rings in my right ear. I maintained 
a shaved pussy for her, and would go most days without 
wearing anything but my dog collar and leash.

   In addition to giving her oral sex in the morning, 
and our night time punishment sessions, Tracy had taken 
to fucking me with a brutally large strap-on dildo 
during the day sometimes. It amused her, she said, to 
hear me squeal like a pig while she fucked me from 
behind with the massive thing. This would be my only 
sexual release during the day.

   Throughout it all, Tracy made sure that I had time 
in the evenings to fill out my project notes, although, 
I'll admit, I had a hard time remaining focused on them 
at this point.

   It was at the end of the fourth week that Tracy told 
me about one final surprise.

   " We're going to be done in less than a two weeks, " 
she brought it up during dinner. "Before I send you 
back to Dr. Porter, we're going to have a little party. 
I've invited some guests over for next weekend, and 
we're going to show them our hospitality. "

   This I could not believe. It was one thing for Tracy 
to take advantage of my situation, but she couldn't 
expect me to humiliate myself, sexually, for other 
people. Who would she invite? Would they be people I 
knew? I couldn't stand it.

   Tracy shushed me before I could protest. 

   " I don't want to hear anything more from you. This 
IS going to happen, and I'm going to prepare you for 
our guests."

   For the next week, I lived in a state of sexual 
anticipation. My horror at having other people abuse my 
body seemed to only increase my excitement. Tracy 
intensified our punishment sessions to the point where 
I actually passed out from the pain a couple of times. 
Her other preparations for the party consisted of 
making me wear a ball gag in my mouth for extended 
periods, and fitting me with a butt-plug which I wore 
almost all of the time.

   When the evening finally came, Tracy left me chained 
to the bed while she greeted her guests. I could hear 
the voices of at least four people conversing in the 
other room when Tracy came back to retrieve me.

   I was wearing my leather bra, but no panties. My 
butt-plug as in, as well as my ball gag. Tracy put on 
my collar and leash, and released me from the hand-
cuffs. A quick tug on the leash told me to crawl at her 
side into the other room.

   She led me to the centre of the living room, where 
she had cleared an area. The guests were seated around 
me. Conversation had stopped as everyone got their 
first look at me.

   Only now did Tracy release my leash, and allow me to 
see who she had invited.

   My humiliation was complete. Tracy must have given a 
lot of thought to her guest list. The first was Josh 
Tremblay, my most recent boyfriend. I had dumped him at 
the end of the semester because he was having financial 
problems, and I didn't need that distraction in my 
life. He had put on some weight since our break-up.

   Beside him was another of my ex's, Trevor McAndrews. 
We had broken up when I had a fight with his sister, 
and he sided with her. 

   The third guest was a mutual friend of Tracy and I. 
Kate had been in many of my classes, and was usually 
fairly competitive with me in grades. I had pulled 
ahead in the last semester, and since then I hadn't 
seen much of Kate. I just assumed that she was jealous.

   The last of the guests was Alec, Dr. Porter's 
research assistant. He winked at me when I looked at 
him. I dropped my eyes to the floor.

   " I believe you know everyone, Natalie, " Tracy 
announced. " Josh and Trevor were quite willing to come 
over, once I explained about your new attitude. Having 
sampled the goods, who can blame them."

   " I wasn't sure that Kate would be interested, but 
once I mentioned it, she was quite eager to come over 
and have a turn at whipping your ass."

   " Alec was invited over to document the event. He's 
brought a video camera, for posterity. If he wants a 
break from the camera to have a turn, I'll be happy to 
fill in."

   I must have made quite a sight, on my hands and 
knees in the middle of the room. I felt their eyes 
hungrily consuming the changes in my body; coloured 
hair, preircings, tattoos, my cleanly shaved pussy. On 
my hands and knees, with my collar on, my butt-plug 
firmly in place, and my ball gag strapped around my 
face, I must have looked like an entirely different 
creature than they would have seen six weeks before.

   " Now, everyone," Tracy said to the guests " I want 
you to have fun. Nothing's off limits. Natalie is very 
eager to please. Guys, I know you've all be screened 
for STD's... so you can choose whether or not to wear a 
condom. Natalie isn't on the pill right now, but I'm 
sure she won't mind if someone decides to fuck her 
unprotected."

   The bitch! She knew that this was the worst time of 
the month for me to be taking a chance like that. Did 
she schedule the party with that in mind?

   Kate was the first to rise. She took Tracy's 
favourite wooden punishment cane from the coffee table, 
and circled around behind me. Despite myself, I dropped 
to my elbows and raised my ass for her.

   She chuckled.

   " You think you're so <whap> damned <whap> smart 
<whap> don't you, bitch?"

  The hit my ass hard with the cane for emphasis as she 
spoke.

   " Well, who's smart now, bitch? < whap> Is it you? 
<whap>"

   I grunted into my gag with each blow. I didn't know 
how I could be so turned on by this. Tracy knelt beside 
me, and removed the strap for the ball gag.

   " One of you guys want to use her mouth? " Tracy 
offered.

   Josh didn't hesitate for long. I had never given him 
a blow job during our relationship, and he seemed eager 
to have me do it. He stood in front of me and unzipped 
his jeans. With a bit of fumbling, he retrieved his 
cock from his pants. I raised up on my knees to reach 
his cock. I sucked it in without hesitation. In the 
corner of my eye, I could see Alec videotaping the 
action.

   While Josh was enjoying my mouth and throat, Kate 
was picking up the tempo on my ass.

   " You stupid <whap> whore. <whap> You cock <whap> 
sucking <whap> slut <whap>"

   My body ached from sexual tension, and my pussy was 
dripping wet. I moaned in frustration around the base 
of Josh's dick. In another couple of minutes, Kate let 
up on the caning, while Tracy removed the butt-plug 
from my well lubricated ass. That was Trevor's cue. I 
could hear him unzipping his pants behind me. All I 
could do is raise my ass to greet his cock.

   The head of his large penis pressed against my rear 
hole. I paused in sucking Josh. I had never been fucked 
in the ass before. He pressed it in ever so slowly, 
while I held my breath. It felt so much larger than I 
remembered his cock being. Before I could get used to 
the feeling, Josh was forcing my attention back to his 
cock by fucking my face.

   Kate, in the meantime, had pulled aside my bra and 
found my nipple rings. She pulled on them maliciously, 
stretching my little tits, and twisting the rings 
without mercy.

   Trevor sawed in and out of my ass now. It felt like 
a baseball bat was being forced into me. I whimpered as 
he increased the tempo.

   Josh was getting close to cumming in my mouth, but 
he pulled out instead. A line of drool connected his 
departing cock to my lower lip.

   " I'm saving this load for your pussy, " he said.

   His cock was replaced by Tracy's pussy. Watching all 
the action had made her very wet. While Trevor 
continued to ram into my ass, I went to the familiar 
task of  pleasing Tracy with my tongue. I could see 
Alec zooming in to my face for a close-up.

   I was only beginning to get used to the feelings in 
my ass when his cock swelled and began filling me with 
cum.

   " Oh yeah, I'm cumming in your ass, " he hissed into 
my ear.

   His cock gave a couple more jerks before he pulled 
out. A minute later, Kate took the opportunity to go 
back to caning my ass. Tracy's excitement overwhelmed 
her, and she came quickly, leaving her juices dripping 
down my chin and neck.

   In the momentary lull, all I could think about was 
getting a cock into my pussy. Fortunately, Josh was 
ready to oblige. He was sitting on the couch across 
from me, his cock still out. When Tracy was done, he 
called me over.

   " Come on and ride it for me," he said, stroking his 
cock lewdly.

   I straddled his lap. I was so desperate to have it 
in me. It slid in with ease.

   " Ride it, bitch, " he commanded me. I began to move 
up and down on his cock. Tracy and Trevor had retired 
to the other couch to watch the action. Alec was 
filming my ass as I bounced on Josh's cock. I didn't 
know where Kate was, but at least she wasn't caning my 
ass.

   With every bounce of my body, Josh got closer to his 
orgasm.

   " I'm gonna cum right in your pussy, bitch. God, 
you're just like a bitch in heat."

   He was going to cum in my unprotected womb, and I 
was making it happen. The idea revolted me. I couldn't 
help myself. I just bounced  more quickly, my whole 
being centred on having an orgasm.

   We both came at the same time. I held him tight as I 
felt his sperm filling me, and as my own body convulsed 
around his cock. I felt myself being lifted off of him, 
but I was too far gone to care. 

   I was in a daze. Alec was taking his turn, fucking 
me from behind. I concentrated on the feelings of 
pleasure and pain, and revelled in my utter 
humiliation. Both Josh and Trevor took another turn, 
later in the evening. Kate even took a turn straddling 
my face, after the guys had left. By the end of the 
night, I was thoroughly used, and leaking cum from 
every hole. Tracy just left me there.

*****

   I arrived at Dr. Porters office in the early 
afternoon, with my notes tucked under my arm. I wasn't 
sure if they meant anything to me now, but they were 
the reason I'd done all of this; to impress Dr. Porter. 
I knocked quietly at her door.

   " Come in," she called.

   She sat at her desk and motioned me to sit across 
from her.

   " Well, well, well. Natalie Foulds. You're back. "

   She paused.

   " You look different, " she said, diplomatically.

   I was on the verge of tears.

   " What's wrong ?"

   " It all went wrong, " I was finally allowing myself 
some release of these emotions. For the remainder of 
the week, Tracy had been as ruthless as ever, and had 
given me little time to think. "My roommate took 
control of me. She allowed people to uses me... 
sexually. There's a video. Everyone will think I'm a 
slut. My reputation will be ruined. My god, what if my 
parents saw it."

   She held out a tissue.

   " Now, now, Natalie, " Dr. Porter seemed genuinely 
sympathetic. " You mustn't blame Tracy for trying to 
help you with the project. "

   I was confused.

   " How do you know about Tracy? " I asked.

   " I'm not surprised Tracy didn't tell you. The same 
day you began your project, she came to see me. She 
begged me to convince you to abandon the project. When 
I maintained that it was your decision, she didn't know 
what to do."

   I couldn't believe that Tracy had gone behind my 
back.

   " She begged me, " the professor continued, " to 
help her out. She didn't think that she would be able 
to assist you in the project. She wanted me to 
hypnotize her, to override her sympathetic and 
nurturing nature."

   " It's actually quite an exciting premise for 
research. Two subjects, with a pre-existing 
relationship of trust, one of whom is hypnotized to be 
submissive, the other one is hypnotized to be devoid of 
sympathy.  The subjects are left to interact in an 
uncontrolled environment. Of course, I had no idea how 
it would turn out."

   I was sobbing openly now.

   " Quiet now, Natalie, " her sympathetic tone 
returned. " It's all over. Tracy will be coming in to 
have her suggestions removed today as well. Look on the 
bright side... you have a wonderful research project. A 
bit unscientific, but quite exciting. I am looking 
forward to reading your notes, and I can already tell 
you that the video makes for some very interesting 
viewing."

   She had seen the video. Panic swelled in my chest. I 
had done it all to impress this woman, and she had seen 
that vile video, documenting the depths of my 
depravity.

   " Oh, yes, " she explained. "Alec was happy to give 
me a copy. It's quite a piece of work."

   I had to get out of there. I was feeling sick.

   " This will only take a minute, " Dr. Porter told 
me. " I'll remove the suggestions, and then we'll be 
all done."

   At her command, I drifted back into a trance.

   After I left, I couldn't stop crying. It was all so 
horrible. I couldn't stand to think of all the things I 
had done. I wandered the campus for hours, trying to 
find comfort in the places I had spent the last four 
years pouring my soul into. I felt so alone. I needed 
someone.

   I returned late to the apartment. Tracy was already 
in bed. For some reason, I stopped outside her door. It 
wasn't hypnosis this time. I just needed someone so 
badly. I found myself crawling into bed with her, and 
pushing myself up to the warmth of her body.

   She stirred.

   " Don't worry, Natalie, " she said, " I'll take good 
care of you."

   Her hands directed my head downwards towards her 
pussy.
 
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