I am 17, my Fiancee/Owner is gone and she left me in some kind of hypnotic chastity. It doesn't matter to me that I am exclusively hers, I am not interested in living so what do I care! I have never dated and had to hide when our school had Sadie Hawkins Dances. Now I was free! Well sort of, and didn't care. I would be graduating in a few months but instead of going to get married and then on to UTA to be an astronomer (yeah she liked that idea, maybe put it my head), I was lost....
About a month and a half later, this cute little bottom wiggled in my face. What??, was that deliberate? It was a beautiful bottom to go along with the rest. At the time I thought she had a mind even better. Better until I saw her pull the same stunt trying to wheedle an "A" out of our physics teacher. That wiggle and phony flirt got her nowhere and I was proud to see him resist. I was ensnared and enslaved by the girls and her at that point so his resistance was hope. Apparently it worked with so many before because she was our class valedictorian. One of the dumbest amoral tramps to gloss our campus. She didn't enslave me but she lead me to the situation that did. By the time I knew what she was, I had already been drugged and taken again.
What happened is again hard to believe and also involved the same teacher. Those already clued in saw how susceptible I became after another trauma and now my true Love was gone and buried. I was moping around as the lab assistant in the high school physics department and working on my science fair project when my instructor comes up and asked if I could help another student with hers. He told me she would be there in a few minutes but he said that my participation had been approved and welcomed by all the parents involved. He had even called my parents without telling me. I can see people were concerned because if I had stepped off a curb and got run over by a bus, well I didn't care, that happened to a girl I knew eight years earlier. I saw it happen, It wouldn't have bothered me at all, if I went in an instant like she did.
So this is a Science Fair participatory project. When Rory arrived she said it was a joint venture project to collect data for Harvard. It didn't sound appealing at all. I was supposed to fast for a week and then attend an overnight party taking tests and eating protein and taking more tests. It was to end with a pizza party which was probably my biggest hook. But still.... and then she says in that coyish voice and come hither look, "Sue will be there too." Sue was the one that had been flashing her behind at me all month now. At this point I hadn't even admitted to myself that I noticed, I was still in mourning. All these enticements and my conditioning to cooperate with a Lady overcame my resistance and I agreed though muttering to myself about fasting for a week. If you can feel any empathy with a teenage boy, you will understand.
Turns out fasting for a week is the perfect setup for hypnotic brainwashing. So is the euphoria after that first meal so it can be a one, two punch. The burden of the trauma and even the guilt could have been the knockout where it not also for technology and a "mickey finn".
Questions arise I can't answer. Was I so trancy the girls noticed or was it the single attractive biology teacher that snagged one of my classmates ten years her junior??? Come to think of it, that makes more sense. I kept the lab open for parent teachers night and an attractive younger girl showed up with a sample jar and wanted a "Sample". Now just what type of sample do you think that was??? I was clueless. I of course supposed that she wanted a urine sample and could not imagine why with all the students in her lab, that she wanted a sample from me in another wing of the school. I said look, it is too small and we don't have a toilet and if I get get going, I am too full to stop.... Boy, did that bring a shock to her face, then a puzzled look and then she burst out laughing. No silly Miss (YY) wants a sperm sample. I felt an immediate urge to protect my crotch. "Do What!!!" I screamed loud enough to be heard clear across campus so I later learned.
I didn't have enough time to be totally flustered, a dumb, dumb, dumb friend named Gary offered his sample. Anyway the point being Miss (YY) may have set this whole thing up. She did end up enslaving, dominating and marrying a classmate of mine. All legal, she even put him through college. Well Antoinette was going to do the same for me so its not like POSs such as Sutton that think it fine for a 35 year-old cougar to take and destroy the life of a 19 year-old boy. A good Master-ess always places the needs of the slave first even when they usually don't know!
I starve for a week anticipating a good pizza party. I have never been to a party. Hey, I was owned by the most beautiful soon to be my Wife and Mistress in the World.
I ride the fourteen miles from school on my motorcycle dropping my books off on the way and pull into the drive, over and out of the way. I get off my bike and note the fuel tank is cold and the two stroke exhaust is starting to crackle and pop as it heats up. I thought it seems odd about the few number of cars. I am the only Junior and owned a motorcycle, there should have been more cars. We were supposed to be a group of four boys and four girls with the boys sleeping in the guest house. It was supposed to be chaperoned. My parents would not have agreed, My instructor would not have asked and believe it or not, I would not have gone.
I have a distinct memory of arriving, parking, hearing the protests of my exhaust popping from the heat and then using the brass knocker to knock on the door with it finally opening. I then remember being about to knock, it opening before I could and being told, that as a question "didn't I get the message," her dad had decided "no boys." I was confused. I had just been starved and now felt sick. I walked back to my bike and now there was another car but one was gone. I noticed my tank was hot but my exhaust had quit popping. It took three kicks to start. It always only took one when it was hot. On the way back I noticed it seem to be an hour or two earlier. I couldn't find my watch. I was feeling bad. By the time I got home I was feeling tired, miserable and sick. Just about the way my parents were expecting so they didn't notice anything unusual. See, I thought it was still Friday late afternoon. It was Saturday and I was missing at least 22 hours.
For years that haunted me. I had two memories of the same event, radically different memories with a Prom Date, another marriage proposal and a summer of more enslavement....
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