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Subject: {ASSM} Unnatural Selection(Femdom)#11
Date: Wed, 25 Apr 2001 13:10:04 -0400
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                    Part - 11

Sitting there and watching the tilt rotor lift off from Robinson
Commuter Airport (on its return leg) I knew that I should be getting my
ass home as quickly as I could to see my baby, but instead all I could
manage to do was just sit in my car and stare out the dirty windows and
ask myself over and over again...... Why Me?

Wanting to be mad at somebody, to be able to blame somebody or for
someone to walk up to me and tell me this was all some sick joke gone
terribly wrong, I finally came to realize, after sitting there the
better part of an hour (as I sat wrapped in a blanket of self pity) that
this was just one of the things in life that fell into the SHIT HAPPENS
category, like someone getting cancer or getting hit by lightening or
something.

Only in this case the shit had once again HAPPENED to have fallen on me
and my family, and it didn't help to know that there were people out
there who had it worse (God how I hated people who said that after he
died)!

And the worst part about it (as I saw it), was that I didn't have clue
one on how to deal with it as it came so unexpectedly, I mean hell one
day you have a normal son then BANG the next day you find out he has
(what was it she called it oh yes ) a Sexual Submissive Personality
Trait!

Hell if the school had called up and told me that he had been caught
doing some vile shit like taking drugs or raping a girl or even that he
had been found out to be Gay, I think I could have found a way to have
eventually come to terms, at least in my head with that, if for no other
reason than that I knew that others had dealt with shit like that before
and lived, But This was simply beyond me.

Shaking my head as I recalled (but didn't want to recall) the
conversation with Doctor Gangers, who I noted had been kind enough to
phone me herself after looking at Pete (as I was packing my bag in the
hotel room), who then had explained to me as best she could over the
phone that what he had wasn't a disease or that it wasn't something like
cancer that needed to be "Cured", but instead she had gone to great
lengths to point out to me that essentially this was a condition that
was part of his personality, the thing that made him Him, which would
(she told me) be a part of him for the rest of his life, and which he
would have to learn how to deal with as there was no way to ignore it if
he was to maintain his mental health, especially in a reality where
every woman and girl he met could/would see it as plain as if it was
written on his face! 

Also she had mentioned that when I had gotten home from my trip that I
was to try to act as if everything was normal, and to also keep both of
my daughters away from the house for as long as was possible, hopefully
at least until she visited us tomorrow afternoon, at which time she
could speak to all three of us (at which point I informed her Julie was
away at Princeton, and that if she wished to talk to her that I would
have to make special arrangements) and explain to us what we would have
to do to help Peter adjust to his new condition.

Glancing at the chronometer on the dashboard I saw that it was pushing
eleven thirty, and that I couldn't afford to spend anymore time
wallowing in this pity pit, as I figured that I had just enough time to
stop by the office and drop off that contract the Arthur A Anderson
Association had signed promising to move its headquarters and more than
900 jobs to Credence, then when that was done I would stop by Maria's
house to pick Barb up ( who I had called there last night after calling
Pete who told me she was there, and told her to stay put until I picked
her up), so screwing up my resolve I turned the key and I fired up the
nearly new Ford Solaris and headed on out of the parking lot.

[ 12:30 pm that afternoon ]

Finding the Moresby house at 673 Tristan Lane was easy, especially when
you took into account that it was the only occupied house on the street,
but I think it would have been just as easy to find in any case because
the house was a monster of a thing that looked like it could fit three
normal sized houses inside of it, and still have room for an extra
garage!

Well I guess when you marry into big money (in this case he was the
Grandson of a big Wall Street investor who had left millions to his
relatives) as she had, you could afford the big house and all the other
trimmings that went with it (which wasn't to say that she hadn't been
well off when they married him but Rich is a state of mind unto itself)! 

Having shed the government compact for my full sized Volvo, I went to
the trunk after getting out of the car, and besides pulling out my
briefcase, this time I pulled out a medium sized silver metal suitcase
as well and headed on up the long walkway to the huge front doors, which
I saw opened well before I got up to them, to reveal to my eyes a very
well dressed and surprisingly good looking middle aged woman, with
shoulder length jet black hair, and (as I got closer and could make out
the finer details) saw that she had just a hint of the oriental in her
face as well.

Opening the door for me a little wider, so I could pass thru into what
must have been the living room, I saw sitting in one of the chairs a
younger version of the woman before me, who looked to me to be about
seventeen with the same jet black hair her mother had, along with the
near perfect complexion as well, with the only obvious difference being
that she looked to be about two inches taller than her mother who I
estimated stood five foot five .

After introducing myself and vice versa I informed them that I first
needed to see Peter (who I was told had been told to stay in his room
until got there), as I had a couple of additional tests I wanted to give
him which would I told them needed to be done privately, so after asking
them where his room was (and jokingly asking them if I could get diving
directions to it), and then asking where in the house farthest away from
his room was (that was convenient for us to speak in) so we could talk
without having to be bothered by the leakage from Peters head when I
initiated the testing, which I told them could become bothersome to us
as some of it could be intense enough to trigger negative emotions in us
as well.

After first leading me to an enclosed porch on the other side of the
house at which point I couldn't even detect a hint of him, and asking me
if this was sufficient for my need (which I told her was more than good
enough) she then led me back thru the kitchen then back into the living
room and then on down this long hallway, that must have at the very
least been over a hundred feet long, at which point I turned to her in
order to try to make casual conversation (which I had found from past
experience to be the best way to relax people) and asked her how she
ever kept such a large home so clean, at which point she told me without
even batting a eyelash that she owned a couple of cleaning bots that
took care of it, robots that I knew from a friend who sold the things
that went for fifty grand apiece!

Finally coming to his door (at which point I could feel his nervousness,
and as well see what he had done that night, which sent a thrill down my
spine as it seemed so far that he was following the plan I had for him)
she knocked and almost before the sound of it died opened the door to
his room.

Seeing (as we both entered his room) that he was sitting in a recliner
by the open window reading a magazine, outwardly looking relaxed (even
though I could see in his mind that he was in a state of turmoil), I
asked him if he wouldn't mind talking to me for a few minutes, at which
point he shrugged his shoulders and calmly said it was fine with him
(even though in his mind I saw he was wondering if this was going to be
like the last interview which I saw for some reason he didn't even know
made him nervous)!

Using the old excuse that she was going to make some coffee, and saying
as well that when I was finished talking that I might like to join her
for a cup, she then with a note of nervousness I detected in her body
language left the two of us alone.

Turning back my full attention to Peter and taking my lead from him I
took a different tack from yesterday, and asked him a laundry list of
questions (most of which I already had answers for) that after about
fifteen minutes of verbalization seemed to relax him to the point that I
saw (in his mind) that it was time that I could safely ask him if he
wouldn't mind taking a little test for me.

Detecting some of the nervousness returning I quickly moved to assure
him it didn't involve any pain, nor did it involve asking any
embarrassing questions, and in fact (as I picked up the silver suitcase
and opened it up to show him something that kinda looked like a Play
Station 3 unit) he might even find it kinda fun!

Getting him to lie down on his bed (as I told him he needed to be
relaxed) I handed him the same set of VR goggles and earphones that
Brenda had used, and told him to put them on at which point I then
handed him the remote and told him to do as Brenda had done yesterday,
with the result being that in slightly over eight minutes he was as well
in a deep hypnotic state.

But knowing that I needed to go farther with him than I had gone with
Brenda I went over to the silver suitcase, and opened a small panel in
its top and removed a handful of smaller items at which point I then
went back over to him and pulled up his pocket tee shirt and proceeded
to stick wireless electrodes onto his chest and under his arm pits, then
putting one each on the wrists then one each on his legs just above the
ankles.

Which left me with one last device which I set down on the small lamp
table besides his bed, and then reaching with both hands down to his
belt, and after I unbuckled it I then pulled down his fly to reveal to
me that he was wearing boxers, which thankfully would make this
procedure somewhat easier as I then reached into the pee pee slit in the
shorts, and firmly grasped his limp penis in my left hand and gently
pulled it out to expose it to the light of day.

Estimating the lenght of his erect member to be somewhere between eight
and nine inch's, I then made the proper adjustmet on the erection
monitoring ring and then held it in my cupped hands and blew on it for
at least two miutes until the cold metal warmed up, at which point I
grasped his limp cock in my right hand and slipped the cockring over the
head of his cock at which point I then gently slid it down its lenght
until it rested against the root of his cock!

Debating with myself for a minute whether or not I should stick his cock
back into his shorts I instead (after spotting a shirt draped over the
back of a chair) spread the shirt I saw over his exposed cock and balls.

Next thing I did was to reach into my hand bag and retrieve a nasal spay
bottle which I then unscrewed and then held up to his nose, and after
tellng him via the mike that he needed to do some deep breathing
exercises I then shot a good dose of the hypnotic enhancement drug up
his nostrils, which would make the subliminal conditionig he was about
to recieve a hundred times more effective! 

After triggering the machine to start the sequence, the last thing I did
(as I waited a few minutes anyway to make sure it started properly) was
to pull out a high resolution chip camera, and to take pictures of
everything in his room that I might need to look at later on at which
point seeing that he was under good, I then slipped the camera back into
my bag and grabbed my briefcase, and then afer crossing my fingers
headed on out to talk to his mother and sister.

To be continued...

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