Phoebe felt oddly disconnected from both her mind and body. Like being a passenger while someone else was driving. She could feel her intense lust. Her insistent need to come, but without the ability to do anything to bring that release. She was aware that her body was operating not of her own accord. Fingers unbuttoned, unclasped, and undid in an almost mechanical fashion. Phoebe watched with detached fascination as she, and everyone around her undressed in the same clinical manner.
She glanced at the people in the row with her, enjoying the naughtiness of casual nakedness. The lack of shame...there was something liberating about it. She noted the parade of erections in the men before they sat down to await their next instructions. Before she sat down herself, she looked at the auditorium behind her. The vast array of body types in the men and the women fascinated her. Skinny bodies, plump bodies, enormous breasts, some clearly augmented, while others hanging naturally. Small breasts, medium size...so much to look at. And the cocks. So many erect cocks straining upward...and so much variety. Small pokey cocks. A few large, almost threatening ones. She could feel her pussy aching to be filled by these cocks. And so many different colors! Truly a melting pot of races, united in lust. Something beautiful about that she noted.
As she sat down and awaited her next instruction, Phoebe found herself engaged with an unusual thought...she wondered why she was able to process what was happening to her with relative clarity. Clearly there was some sort of 'mind control' happening here. She giggled to herself thinking about 'mind control'. How childish it sounded. Like a silly comic book trope, but here she was being utterly compliant in a behavior she knew she would never engage in willingly. And worse...she was enjoying this. She knew she should be horrified. Terrified actually. Was she going to be sold off as a sex slave? Or worse? She was helpless to do anything but see what was going to happen next...but oddly she felt at ease. Like all this was natural. Perfectly natural to be docile, obedient, and terribly sexually aroused. She could feel herself dripping between her thighs. The air was pungent with the scent of the group's collective arousal.
Dr. Frohm patiently waited for the last person to finish disrobing and addressed the group.
"Very good! You are all doing very well! I'm sure it feels very good to get out of those warm clothes, doesn't it?"
Phoebe, along with the rest of the group mumbled a quiet, breathy, "yes."
Please refer to me as Dr. Frohm when you answer my questions. I think you will give you a rush of pleasure when you address me like that, don't you think?"
Phoebe, and everyone, responded, "Yes Dr. Frohm." Phoebe felt a sudden rush of pleasure between her legs and let out a small gasp...along with the rest of the group.
"You see? I did not lie. It feels good to obey me and address me as Dr. Frohm. Isn't that right?"
Again Phoebe answered, "Yes Dr. Frohm!" and felt that pleasure, even more pronounced.
"Very good!" exclaimed Dr. Frohm, "I'm sure you have all come to realize that obedience is pleasure, and the more pleasure you feel, the more obedient you become. Isn't that right?"
"Yes Dr. Frohm!" More moans. A woman sitting two seats down from Phoebe doubled over and fell out of her seat. Phoebe looked over at her. She was about Phoebe's age but very tall and muscular. She got on all fours and began to moan, as if she were in terrible pain, but Phoebe recognized these sounds of ecstasy.
Dr. Frohm walked over to her and put a loving hand on her back.
"Are you all right my dear?"
"Yes Dr. Frohm!" the woman exclaimed, and bucked again. "Oh God!"
"Do you need to come my dear?"
"Yes Dr. Frohm! Oh! Yes! Please! Please! I need to come! Please!"
Dr. Frohm calmly walked over to the side of the auditorium and carried a small chair to the center of the floor.
"What's your name, dear?"
"Caroline, Dr. Frohm" the woman grunted out.
"Carlone, in a moment, I'd like you to come here and sit in this chair. I want you to spread your legs for the class to see and allow your arms to hang loosely by your sides. I'm sure you'll want to touch yourself, but I think you'll find you're just unable to do anything, but let that arousal build, and as that arousal increases, you'll find yourself becoming more obedient. Sit in the chair, Caroline."
Phoebe watched Caroline crawl towards the chair. Each movement forward seemed to be a labored effort, as if the pleasure of obedience was impeding her ability to move. Phoebe stared at her round, muscular ass and the wet, puffy thatch of hair between her legs.. She thought about the volume of squats needed to produce such a magnificent ass. She could imagine running her hands over that ass, squeezing and kneading...
A fellow who had been sitting next to Caroline must have been having similar thoughts, because Phoebe heard him grunt loudly and then produce thick jets of come that arced gracefully into the air. Again, Phoebe wished desperately to have received that cock inside her.. Her tongue lazily licked at her lips, tasting again the remains of Nicholas' ejaculate still dripping down her face.
Dr. Frohm looked slightly displeased and embarrassed. Like she blamed herself for this sudden ejaculation.
"Everyone listen to me very closely," she began, "this is very important and you will follow this instruction easily and naturally...When you have your orgasm, you will find that immediately afterwards you will become very very sleepy. Wonderfully sleepy. You men know this experience very well...that profound sleepy feeling you get right after you come...that urge to just close your eyes and allow yourself to fall into a blissful sleep...you all will experience this when you have your orgasm. This deep sleepy feeling, that will draw your eyes close and put you into a deep deep sleep, still deeply hypnotized and ready to follow my commands and suggestions....do you understand?
"Yes Dr Frohm!"
Dr. Frohm walked over to the young man who had just ejaculated. She said something quiet in his ear Phoebe couldn't hear, but she watched the man drop deeper in his seat, his head lolling off to the side. Momentarily, he stood up and walked towards the exit. There was a man there who escorted him out of the room.
Dr. Frohm kneeled down over Nicholas' prone form and whispered something to him as well. Presently he stood up and walked to the same door. A woman in a lab coat escorted him out. Phoebe momentarily wondered where they were going, but then her thoughts focused again on Caroline who had finally managed to climb up on the chair, where she spread her legs and dropped her arms by her side. Her arms twitched, as if she were desperately attempting to move them, but failing to do so. Her thick bush was slick with wetness. A fine sheen of sweat coated her body, giving her a shiny glow. Her breathing was rapid and shallow. Phoebe could empathize with her plight. The urge...no...the need to come was so completely pressing. Phoebe's head was swimming with lust. She thought if she didn't come soon, she might go literally mad with lust..
Behind her, Phoebe heard a woman come in a frenzy of grunts and moans. She wanted to turn and watch, but found herself incapable of moving, as if her neck would not obey her request to turn and look. Phoebe could imagine a woman bucking in orgasm, and then collapsing into a sleeping heap, with that look of utter contentment, that need met. That sweet peace that comes with release.
The woman's orgasm must have pushed someone else over the edge, because she heard a man's deep growl and felt the chair behind her shake...and then a warm liquid on the back of her neck. She moaned as she thought how sexy it was to be painted twice in one day. She had a fleeting fantasy of herself in the middle of a group of these men ejaculating on her in a circle, painting her dark skin white with their semen.
Phoebe looked forward at Caroline again, splayed just a few feet away from her. Phoebe wasn't sure if she could smell her, or if it was her own arousal that was filling the air. Phoebe noticed her armpits were similarly hairy. She wondered if she ever shaved, or if she preferred this natural look. Like looking at a porno mag from the 70s. Something beautiful about the freeness of it. Phoebe wondered if Caroline was a lesbian. With her musculature, small breasts and cropped hair, she did look a bit butch. Phoebe had no experience with women, but certainly she could appreciate their beauty. She wondered if that made her a little bit gay. Her boyfriend used to say all the time that all women were a little bit bi. But usually this was a pretense trying to coax her into a threesome, which had not worked thus far. Phoebe giggled to herself. Well it would work now. Phoebe imagined herself kneeling between Caroline's thighs and lapping at her cunt, like an obedient puppy dog. She would lap at it the way she enjoyed having her own cunt worshiped. Yes. That's what it was. Worshiped. She could imagine a collar around her neck and Dr. Frohm holding a leash, while praising her for being a good girl. She noticed that the thing that was arousing about this fantasy was the obedience of it. That she was doing something that she was commanded to do. It was the obedience of the act that turned her on. And she imagined her ass pointed back at the class...why had Dr. Frohm called it a class, she wondered.
