<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923</id><updated>2011-07-07T21:00:51.320-07:00</updated><category term='Your Mom Is Next Ch 02 page 3'/><category term='WOPI Chronicles Ch 05'/><category term='You&apos;re Mine ch 3  page 1'/><category term='Under His Spell 2'/><category term='You&apos;re Mine ch 7 page 1'/><category term='Trevor&apos;s Watch 5'/><category term='Ch.6'/><category term='Wake County Scandal'/><category term='Winning Ways page 10'/><category term='Whore Time for You page 2'/><category term='Tiny Bubbles page 3'/><category term='a Story of Dominica&apos;s Realm'/><category term='Vanishing Point Ch. 01 page 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Brew Ch 02 page 1'/><category term='Winning Ways page 1'/><category term='Working Girl Ch 03 page 1'/><category term='You&apos;re Mine Ch 08 page 1'/><category term='My story'/><title type='text'>All  Mind Control  Sex Stories</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>246</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-963430971858963910</id><published>2010-01-17T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T11:03:17.859-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time To Spare'/><title type='text'>Time To Spare</title><summary type='text'>Life is about to become very good indeed I think. Everything has drastically changed in the space of a day, you wouldn't believe what I can do. But, wait, I'm getting ahead of myself here, let myself introduce....uhhh...myself. Sorry, loved that film. I'm Jim. Okay, James Edward Lockhart to be precise, but Jim'll do. Let see... I'm 25, medium build with well toned muscles, about 5' 11" and weigh </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/963430971858963910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-to-spare.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/963430971858963910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/963430971858963910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-to-spare.html' title='Time To Spare'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-5566364113590074802</id><published>2009-12-08T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:26:38.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tina the Waitress'/><title type='text'>Tina the Waitress</title><summary type='text'>Tina was a cocktease. She was a waitress in one of our local eateries and she dressed like a whore. She was always just on the edge the dress code, but only just. Her skirts were a moderate length, but the slits on both sides cut almost all the way up to her hips. Her blouse was always cut to flatter the proportion of her full breasts and trim waist. The slits were carefully placed, her legs were</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5566364113590074802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/tina-waitress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5566364113590074802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5566364113590074802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/tina-waitress.html' title='Tina the Waitress'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-6481685453903881511</id><published>2009-12-08T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:25:18.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiny Bubbles page 5'/><title type='text'>Tiny Bubbles page 5</title><summary type='text'>"As much as she ever was. I didn't make it all up.""I'm well aware. Then you'd stay with us. Live with us, as the junior wife. Grocery shopping, house-cleaning, taking care of the kids. Stacy wants to have a baby, and I imagine by this time next year that could be very much a reality. Servicing... us, I suppose, should she still want that?"Lilah looked surprised at this, but flushed with some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6481685453903881511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiny-bubbles-page-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/6481685453903881511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/6481685453903881511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiny-bubbles-page-5.html' title='Tiny Bubbles page 5'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-3722614030968182019</id><published>2009-12-08T08:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:24:40.419-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiny Bubbles page 4'/><title type='text'>Tiny Bubbles page 4</title><summary type='text'>It wasn't until she dragged him away up to her mouth that he would stop eating her, but when she licked his face and whispered that she liked the taste better somehow when it was on his face, he picked her up, bent her over the arm of the couch, and drove into her from behind with his revived cock, not knowing or caring if she'd recovered enough to want this yet. His need was too great, and her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3722614030968182019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiny-bubbles-page-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3722614030968182019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3722614030968182019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiny-bubbles-page-4.html' title='Tiny Bubbles page 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-2035407599982418522</id><published>2009-12-08T08:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:23:54.047-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiny Bubbles page 3'/><title type='text'>Tiny Bubbles page 3</title><summary type='text'>Stacy nodded. "Yes. Rewarding.""The breeze feels relaxing. Have you ever loved like that?""No. I've always been a little scared to."Adam's eyebrows came together and he almost said, "Thanks a lot!" but he wanted to see where this bizarre thread of conversation was going and hesitated to break the mood."That's sad. I can see why you might feel that way. I once loved someone that much, but he was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2035407599982418522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiny-bubbles-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2035407599982418522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2035407599982418522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiny-bubbles-page-3.html' title='Tiny Bubbles page 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-2459257799833477791</id><published>2009-12-08T08:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:22:28.725-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiny Bubbles page 1'/><title type='text'>Tiny Bubbles page 1</title><summary type='text'>Lilah was the last person Adam expected to see on a Waikiki beach and wrapped in a sarong.When last he'd seen her she was in office casual and joking that it would probably look suspicious that they both had the same vacation time."Oh, Lovah," she'd whispered, "it would be fun to really give them something to talk about. Still, you'd better take lots of pictures with SSS to prove it wasn't a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2459257799833477791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiny-bubbles-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2459257799833477791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2459257799833477791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiny-bubbles-page-1.html' title='Tiny Bubbles page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-3331871245748776307</id><published>2009-12-08T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:23:11.413-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tiny Bubbles page 2'/><title type='text'>Tiny Bubbles page 2</title><summary type='text'>"They're not errands. I am doing her a favor.""You don't even want to be here, you said it yourself.""I... this isn't about that.""We've had this conversation before, though, although then it was her kitchen tile instead of your swimming pool. And her grand piano instead of your home theater. And she doesn't..." She stepped forward into his personal space, her breath rustling his hair. "...even..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3331871245748776307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiny-bubbles-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3331871245748776307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3331871245748776307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/tiny-bubbles-page-2.html' title='Tiny Bubbles page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-3005863965089154834</id><published>2009-12-08T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:21:17.455-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='To Get a Man'/><title type='text'>To Get a Man</title><summary type='text'>Martha shivered with excitement... pushing her glasses up onto her nose she walked quickly towards the dorm where she was going to meet Jared for their study date. Not that it was really a date, she just liked to think of it that way; really she knew that he just used her to help him with his classwork. If he hadn't needed a passing grade so badly in order to become a junior then he probably </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3005863965089154834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-get-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3005863965089154834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3005863965089154834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-get-man.html' title='To Get a Man'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-5073772899945216102</id><published>2009-12-08T08:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:20:04.025-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Good to be True Ch. 09'/><title type='text'>Too Good to be True Ch. 09</title><summary type='text'>"Oh god Greta I love you more every day!" Phil screams as Greta's warm mouth wraps around his cock, she looks up at him as she sucks him barely fitting under the desk. He reaches down and unbuttons her blouse exposing your beautiful breasts. Then a beeping is heard as his phone starts to ring. "Hun you have to stop now, I have a call.""But I haven't seen you in months." She pouts as he picks up </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5073772899945216102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5073772899945216102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5073772899945216102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-09.html' title='Too Good to be True Ch. 09'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-8241154695540047667</id><published>2009-12-08T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:19:06.111-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Good to be True Ch. 08'/><title type='text'>Too Good to be True Ch. 08</title><summary type='text'>"Greta you can stop now." Eric grunts as he takes the final turn into the driveway. Her head pops up with a bright smile. He stops the car and presses the automatic clicker; the garage door starts to slowly rise. Looking over at her face, he reaches over and pets the side hairs of her face. "I hope you had a wonderful anniversary.""Yes I did master, I can't believe I have only known you for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8241154695540047667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8241154695540047667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8241154695540047667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-08.html' title='Too Good to be True Ch. 08'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-2519026085758004062</id><published>2009-12-08T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:18:16.877-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Good to be True Ch. 07'/><title type='text'>Too Good to be True Ch. 07</title><summary type='text'>"Go catch Boomerang" Phil screamed while his ancient college hoody was barely keeping him warm on one of those perfect early spring days. The kind of April day in which it looked a lot nicer outside then it really was. But you're still able to convince your self it is a lot warmer. The Border collie runs out after the Frisbee catching it mid air. The dog proudly strutts back to him dropping the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2519026085758004062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2519026085758004062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2519026085758004062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-07.html' title='Too Good to be True Ch. 07'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-4242981052421239797</id><published>2009-12-08T08:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:17:37.207-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Good to be True Ch. 06 page 2'/><title type='text'>Too Good to be True Ch. 06 page 2</title><summary type='text'>Right before Greta pulls the trigger she hears from Julia "rub her clit as you do it."Greta reaches down and slowly rubs her very moist pussy. She starts to stimulate the clitoris very slowly then presses down on it. Kim starts to moan loudly then BANG!She screams again but not as bad as before. Greta walks over to Julia handing her the piercing gun. Julia reattaches it to her belt and spreads </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4242981052421239797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-06-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/4242981052421239797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/4242981052421239797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-06-page-2.html' title='Too Good to be True Ch. 06 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-1278949810584230364</id><published>2009-12-08T08:14:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:15:55.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Good to be True Ch. 05'/><title type='text'>Too Good to be True Ch. 05</title><summary type='text'>"Thank you master," Kim leans over and kisses Phil lightly on the lips. She steps out of the door into the autumn air in her skin tight jeans, boots and a light jacket. Eric closes the door, ties up his terry cloth robe and walks upstairs into his office. He sees the new high powered digital camera plugged into his new desk top computer uploading photos, the menu on the screen says it will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1278949810584230364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-05.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/1278949810584230364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/1278949810584230364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-05.html' title='Too Good to be True Ch. 05'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-6881248715273831151</id><published>2009-12-08T08:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:14:52.909-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Good to be True Ch. 04'/><title type='text'>Too Good to be True Ch. 04</title><summary type='text'>"Stupid bitch is going to pay for not answering her phone." Kim huffed as she continued down the street. The bus had stopped running and it was long walk home. Her feet were starting to turn red from the straps on her sandals and heat was starting to make her sweat. "If I had worn those Capri's I would have looked like I pissed my pants."Kim adjusted her tube top as she walked threw the historic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6881248715273831151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/6881248715273831151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/6881248715273831151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-04.html' title='Too Good to be True Ch. 04'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-1746077586165873695</id><published>2009-12-08T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:17:10.183-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Good to be True Ch. 06 page 1'/><title type='text'>Too Good to be True Ch. 06 page 1</title><summary type='text'>Julia looks down at the slip of paper in her hand that she had quickly written an address on. Double checking the numbers on the door, she rings the doorbell. A man answer in khakis and a green collar shirt, he looks at her and smiles. He holds out his hand."Hello, I am Eric, may I take your bag real quick. You must be Julia; your online picture does not do you justice!" She smiles and shakes it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1746077586165873695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-06-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/1746077586165873695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/1746077586165873695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-06-page-1.html' title='Too Good to be True Ch. 06 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-2000806376421693849</id><published>2009-12-08T08:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:14:03.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Good to be True Ch. 03'/><title type='text'>Too Good to be True Ch. 03</title><summary type='text'>"Yes Ma'am." Greta chirps as she comes into the living room of the small apartment heels clicking on the floor. Kim looks over and smiles pointing to her nice shaven cunt, "I am glad I have made you happy Ma'am."Kim smiles, runs over and kisses Greta lightly on the lips. Greta feels shivers run up and down her spine. "I can't believe we just started playing together, we should have been doing it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2000806376421693849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2000806376421693849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2000806376421693849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-03.html' title='Too Good to be True Ch. 03'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-1062564634993251046</id><published>2009-12-08T08:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:12:16.010-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Good to be True Ch. 01'/><title type='text'>Too Good to be True Ch. 01</title><summary type='text'>It was one of those hot mid May days. The kind of day that eggs could be broiled in the humidity, her t-shirt and jeans outfit showed that heat. Sweat pouring under her arms and forehead. The strap around her side bag soaked to the bone. Her brown hair curling from amount of sweat building up in its locks that it was starting to drip over her glasses.The response from the doorbell ring takes a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1062564634993251046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/1062564634993251046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/1062564634993251046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-01.html' title='Too Good to be True Ch. 01'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-3620584350018474575</id><published>2009-12-08T08:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:13:13.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Too Good to be True Ch. 02'/><title type='text'>Too Good to be True Ch. 02</title><summary type='text'>"Ding Dong, BANG BANG.""What the fuck is that," Eric mumbled as he rolled out of bed. The sound was coming from the front door. It sounded as if the police were trying to get in. Eric stepped out of his bed and fell forward over a half unpacked box. "Shit!"He hadn't unpacked nearly as much as planned as he rummaged threw stuff just to find a robe and a pair of boxer. He finally stepped into the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3620584350018474575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3620584350018474575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3620584350018474575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/too-good-to-be-true-ch-02.html' title='Too Good to be True Ch. 02'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-226078400782264019</id><published>2009-12-08T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:11:23.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Torturous Teasing'/><title type='text'>Torturous Teasing</title><summary type='text'>Ian stepped out of the shower, his body clean but his mind as dirty as ever."Miss me?" he asked Andrea, walking back to the bedroom - a rhetorical question it seemed as slinking along the bed, she knelt on all fours, her tongue circling her full lips. She eyed his glistening thighs but was more interested in what lay between his toned upper legs."Come over here and let me show you," she replied, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/226078400782264019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/torturous-teasing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/226078400782264019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/226078400782264019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/torturous-teasing.html' title='Torturous Teasing'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-3909295219640600640</id><published>2009-12-08T08:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:09:39.305-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Total Control 1'/><title type='text'>Total Control 1</title><summary type='text'>She looked up at him and saw the lust for power in his eyes, and she knew that what she had just said was true. She would do anything he wanted, if it got her even just one kiss. All he had to do was ask.His eyes glinted, "Anything?" She nodded, and he smiled. "Then get down on your knees, bitch." She knelt in front of him. "Good. And stay there."He walked over to the door and locked it, then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3909295219640600640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/total-control-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3909295219640600640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3909295219640600640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/total-control-1.html' title='Total Control 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-2970264366245897434</id><published>2009-12-08T08:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:10:23.922-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Total Control 2'/><title type='text'>Total Control 2</title><summary type='text'>I met Paulette on the Net. I have dated her five times; my friends, William, Tony, and I are making a new drug. This drug controls women. It will take their will away and make them wish to serve. The other drug is like what you call Spanish fly only stronger. We plan to try both drugs on Paulette tonight. William like asses; Tony like bondage. I like a good blowjob. We do not know how the drugs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2970264366245897434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/total-control-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2970264366245897434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2970264366245897434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/total-control-2.html' title='Total Control 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-910168758932398079</id><published>2009-12-08T08:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:08:24.070-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Total Domination Ch. 02 page 2'/><title type='text'>Total Domination Ch. 02 page 2</title><summary type='text'>She got off the couch and with a swift action, her t-shirt was on the coffee table and her Bermudas were dropped to the floor. The plump woman stood before me in a pink lacey brassiere and a matching pink girdle with a huge heart around the crotch area. The girdle seemed to be doing a good job of holding in her bulging tummy. "Help me unclip my bra, Eddie?" she asked coyly. I walked behind her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/910168758932398079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/total-domination-ch-02-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/910168758932398079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/910168758932398079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/total-domination-ch-02-page-2.html' title='Total Domination Ch. 02 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-8841161153635173914</id><published>2009-12-08T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:07:23.593-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Total Domination Ch. 02 page 1'/><title type='text'>Total Domination Ch. 02 page 1</title><summary type='text'>I woke up bright and early the next morning, feeling totally satisfied. I had finally fucked Melissa, the fantasy object for me for so long. The thing was, with my new power, I could have any woman I wanted. The attraction for Mel dropped a notch since there were now so many better choices out there. I washed up and packed my bag for school. After all, I still had to attend my lectures.I went </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8841161153635173914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/total-domination-ch-02-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8841161153635173914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8841161153635173914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/total-domination-ch-02-page-1.html' title='Total Domination Ch. 02 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-5068685734417374334</id><published>2009-12-08T07:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:05:35.270-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Total Domination Ch. 01 page 2'/><title type='text'>Total Domination Ch. 01 page 2</title><summary type='text'>"Could you come over now? I want to see you," I tried my luck. "Of course I can. I'll drive over right away," she replied cheerfully. With that she put down the phone, and I lay on my bed in anticipation wondering if I could finally get a piece of that fine ass. Within fifteen minutes, my hand phone rang. "I'm outside the house now. I don't want to wake your family up so I didn't ring the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5068685734417374334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/total-domination-ch-01-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5068685734417374334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5068685734417374334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/total-domination-ch-01-page-2.html' title='Total Domination Ch. 01 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-4619281293052717737</id><published>2009-12-08T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T08:04:56.572-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Total Domination Ch. 01 page 1'/><title type='text'>Total Domination Ch. 01 page 1</title><summary type='text'>"Morning mom," I greeted my mother cheerfully as I ran down the stairs. "Good morning, son," my mom, Melinda replied. "Going out with Alicia so early?""Oh yeah, it's Sunday and we're going to the beach today. There's a great sun and she wants to work on her tan. I'll see you guys later tonight for dinner, ok?""Sure thing, be back by six. Your Grandma Agatha will be coming over for dinner as well.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4619281293052717737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/total-domination-ch-01-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/4619281293052717737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/4619281293052717737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/total-domination-ch-01-page-1.html' title='Total Domination Ch. 01 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-7613286519252327134</id><published>2009-12-08T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:44:41.141-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tower in Her Pocket 2'/><title type='text'>Tower in Her Pocket 2</title><summary type='text'>"You mean I have to wait here with you till you've come three times?" I sounded incredulous, I guess. I was remembering Bob, my lover last year, and trying to remember how long it took him by the third time. Of course, then I had liked that slow process, but now I wanted to get this over with."You still don't seem to understand. You want to have me here." He was so patient. "You could speed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7613286519252327134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/tower-in-her-pocket-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/7613286519252327134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/7613286519252327134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/tower-in-her-pocket-2.html' title='Tower in Her Pocket 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-8394843208786975981</id><published>2009-12-08T07:41:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:43:58.041-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tower in Her Pocket 1'/><title type='text'>Tower in Her Pocket 1</title><summary type='text'>Heidi Norton was a raven-haired woman in her mid-20's, with an easy smile and an engaging laugh to match. I met her by arrangement in the grand new Denver Public Library's Periodicals room-- someplace safe and open is what she needed. She had been sent to me by a former faculty colleague, Jill Madison, who had heard just enough of Heidi's story to know that it was up my line and too hot for her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8394843208786975981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/tower-in-her-pocket-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8394843208786975981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8394843208786975981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/tower-in-her-pocket-1.html' title='Tower in Her Pocket 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-2698236317208517817</id><published>2009-12-08T07:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:42:39.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Train of Thought'/><title type='text'>Train of Thought</title><summary type='text'>"And have a nice weekend," Sylvia said to the only two passengers in this part of the train as she gave back the tickets.The smartly dressed woman who had accepted them gave a small smile in answering. "I always do." Her green eyes were actually twinkling as she said that and Sylvia found herself returning the smile, despite her exhaustion. And exhausted she was. It was Friday and late while she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2698236317208517817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/train-of-thought.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2698236317208517817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2698236317208517817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/train-of-thought.html' title='Train of Thought'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-8169179239197507559</id><published>2009-12-08T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:41:16.499-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trained Restrained Empty-Brained 2'/><title type='text'>Trained Restrained Empty-Brained 2</title><summary type='text'>giselle's body shifted downward into the seat, seeking a natural, relaxed position. The thrumming in her body began to engulf her senses, as the spiral began to engulf her mind. The first of many training sessions. The first of many. And there never seemed to be enough. giselle's mind sank into a quiet, happy stupor, as the spiral continued to flash and flash, and new words began to appear. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8169179239197507559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/trained-restrained-empty-brained-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8169179239197507559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8169179239197507559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/trained-restrained-empty-brained-2.html' title='Trained Restrained Empty-Brained 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-7129103622831660293</id><published>2009-12-08T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:40:26.562-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trained Restrained Empty-Brained 1'/><title type='text'>Trained Restrained Empty-Brained 1</title><summary type='text'>Glenn got home from work, and found the package on the front porch. Not something he'd ordered -- but the name of the company seemed familiar, somehow. He brought it in, with the rest of the mail, sorted through the bills, set the magazine aside. Then he opened the package. Two metallic dildos, a couple of little clamps, and a little box of electronics, with USB cables leading out of it. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7129103622831660293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/trained-restrained-empty-brained-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/7129103622831660293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/7129103622831660293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/trained-restrained-empty-brained-1.html' title='Trained Restrained Empty-Brained 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-7970621833026601571</id><published>2009-12-08T07:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:38:46.529-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trevor&apos;s Watch 5'/><title type='text'>Trevor's Watch 5</title><summary type='text'>"Oh yeah, you really know how to lick a pussy Aunt Linda." She said to her.Helen's nipples were so hard that they looked like they would rip through the T-shirt. Then Linda started with a whole chorus of "Oh Fuck, Oh Jesus, Oh God" as she came all over Michael's cock. Michael then pumped her for another 5 minutes then he pulled out and aimed his weapon at her face. A little surprised at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7970621833026601571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/trevors-watch-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/7970621833026601571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/7970621833026601571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/trevors-watch-5.html' title='Trevor&apos;s Watch 5'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-6664274312708039362</id><published>2009-12-08T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:37:50.224-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trevor&apos;s Watch 4'/><title type='text'>Trevor's Watch 4</title><summary type='text'>"Very nice Sophie.""Thanks. Carrie told me men loved this.""You're very right Carrie." Said TrevorThat's when he noticed that both girls were squirming in their seats. Carrie was fondling her tits and Anna couldn't sit still. After a few minutes of a great tit fuck Trevor had her sit on the armrest of the couch."Now spread your legs and lift that skirt." Trevor said to SophieThat's when he saw </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6664274312708039362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/trevors-watch-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/6664274312708039362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/6664274312708039362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/trevors-watch-4.html' title='Trevor&apos;s Watch 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-3241556976248097116</id><published>2009-12-08T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:36:52.105-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trevor&apos;s Watch 3'/><title type='text'>Trevor's Watch 3</title><summary type='text'>"Where do you think you're going?" He asked her."I'm sorry. Please let me go." She pleaded.Jaime said nothing as he continued to watch. One of the instructions Trevor had given Tracey was to believe anything she is told when in the Brightwater house. Her own desires would not change, except that Trevor made her fear going to jail more than death. He also made it so that she would never forget </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3241556976248097116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/trevors-watch-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3241556976248097116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3241556976248097116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/trevors-watch-3.html' title='Trevor&apos;s Watch 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-3467707235030237716</id><published>2009-12-08T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:33:34.251-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trevor&apos;s Watch 1'/><title type='text'>Trevor's Watch 1</title><summary type='text'>It took Trevor 10 years and all of his money and now it finally works. Trevor was always a very bright student who excelled in science. Had he not quit he would have gotten his PhD. He had studied the human brain and it occurred to him that one could emit a powerful signal directly into the sub-conscious. And since he was deviant as well as brilliant he then decided that he was going to create a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3467707235030237716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/trevors-watch-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3467707235030237716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3467707235030237716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/trevors-watch-1.html' title='Trevor&apos;s Watch 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-8861782213996778173</id><published>2009-12-08T07:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:35:42.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trevor&apos;s Watch 2'/><title type='text'>Trevor's Watch 2</title><summary type='text'>"Sure." She saidShe then followed me into the kitchen. As soon as they were out of sight Trevor grabbed her and kissed her. She returned the kiss. Trevor's hand then slipped under her dress and he pulled down her underwear. Trevor noticed the panties were lacy black as they fell to her feet. She stepped out of them. Trevor then broke the kiss and unbuttoned the front of her dress. She was wearing</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8861782213996778173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/trevors-watch-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8861782213996778173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8861782213996778173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/trevors-watch-2.html' title='Trevor&apos;s Watch 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-4989210520585534912</id><published>2009-12-08T07:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:31:58.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trick or Treat'/><title type='text'>Trick or Treat</title><summary type='text'>"I hate Halloween!"There on my dining room table sat the invitation. I haven't opened it. I can't bring myself to open it. I know what it is. Every year for the past seven years, I've received one. Every year it's the same damn thing. They want me to come and they want me to come alone. The invitation jumps off the table and lands in my hand. I toss it to the floor and jump up and down on it, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4989210520585534912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/trick-or-treat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/4989210520585534912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/4989210520585534912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-5690701161527970779</id><published>2009-12-08T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:27:04.249-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Troubling Dreams 1'/><title type='text'>Troubling Dreams 1</title><summary type='text'>Linda stepped out of the shower and grabbed the fluffy towel and proceeded to dry her face and then roughly on her hair, just enough to stop it from dripping. It would be a good three-day weekend now that she had the grime of work off of her. Not that she got grimy at work, being a claims processor for an insurance company kept her at a desk most of the time, but she felt grimy since she was well</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5690701161527970779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/troubling-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5690701161527970779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5690701161527970779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/troubling-dreams.html' title='Troubling Dreams 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-2978472326200871770</id><published>2009-12-08T07:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:27:25.290-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Troubling Dreams 2'/><title type='text'>Troubling Dreams 2</title><summary type='text'>He directed her to kneel on the bed and spread her thighs as she licked his cock clean. She felt movement and looked between her legs to see a strawberry blond head move between them. She recognized the head as one of the Professor’s assistants and she moved to get away.“No, Little Pussy, stay there. You clean me and let her clean you. She won’t swallow and will allow you more taste. You do want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2978472326200871770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/troubling-dreams-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2978472326200871770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2978472326200871770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/troubling-dreams-2.html' title='Troubling Dreams 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-2265230663326654930</id><published>2009-12-08T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:25:24.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth is Stranger than Fiction'/><title type='text'>Truth is Stranger than Fiction</title><summary type='text'>Fate is a fickle mistress and she certainly played a hand in the impromptu road trip that led Lee Bevins to his destiny. If he hadn't happened to glance at the happenings section of the Sunday paper announcing the event, he might have missed it altogether. There was a lot of time to reflect about his fantasies on the hour-long drive to Philadelphia and a lot of time to chicken out. Having arrived</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2265230663326654930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/truth-is-stranger-than-fiction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2265230663326654930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2265230663326654930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/truth-is-stranger-than-fiction.html' title='Truth is Stranger than Fiction'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-5892743772417262303</id><published>2009-12-08T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:22:23.218-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Two Sides Of The Coin 1'/><title type='text'>Two Sides Of The Coin 1</title><summary type='text'>I had never been truly or expertly fucked by a man. I couldn't figure out why. I was attractive. I was smart and funny. I wasn't obnoxious or uninteresting. But the guys I had been with never put in the time, attention, or effort to pleasure my body. Maybe they were selfish. Maybe they just didn't know how. I was lucky if their fingers even brushed my clit; they acted as if this most erogenous </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5892743772417262303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-sides-of-coin-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5892743772417262303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5892743772417262303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-sides-of-coin-1.html' title='Two Sides Of The Coin 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-1875059276047981502</id><published>2009-12-08T07:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:21:17.989-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Typewriter'/><title type='text'>Typewriter</title><summary type='text'>I write this not knowing why or to what end -- only that I am obligated by my rehabilitation to do so. I am here of my own accord, realizing fully the extent to which I am mad, and desiring to regain control of my mind, I booked my stay here -- Le Lapine Insanite -- for rapid recovery.Dr. Remy Cartien recommended -- when I first arrived -- that I keep a journal of all my thoughts and experience </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1875059276047981502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/typewriter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/1875059276047981502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/1875059276047981502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/typewriter.html' title='Typewriter'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-3831611199093559734</id><published>2009-12-08T07:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:24:33.274-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Sides Of The Coin 2</title><summary type='text'>He had a point."Oh, absolutely. Your're 100% right. I'm using you. I'm a slutty, using whore, just like men who use women. "He seemed unimpressed by my agreement with him. I had miscalculated. I thought he'd adore me for being so anti-feminist, so pro-MAN. I was beginning to suspect that Mr. Kushna saw right through me. Maybe I'd bitten off more than I could chew."I don't think you're a whore </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3831611199093559734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-sides-of-coin-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3831611199093559734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3831611199093559734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/two-sides-of-coin-2.html' title='Two Sides Of The Coin 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-7977866404497101675</id><published>2009-12-08T07:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:20:11.068-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate Trust Ch. 04'/><title type='text'>Ultimate Trust Ch. 04</title><summary type='text'>My wife and I have always had awesome sex.We had been married for about 5 years when we started to explore a little bondage with our sex-life. On my birthday one year, we decided to take our level of trust in each other and our bondage to a new place - mind control.We both went to several sessions with a hypnotist who gave us each a 'trigger' by which the other person could put us in a trance, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7977866404497101675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/ultimate-trust-ch-04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/7977866404497101675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/7977866404497101675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/ultimate-trust-ch-04.html' title='Ultimate Trust Ch. 04'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-2900969398809445249</id><published>2009-12-08T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:19:38.681-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate Trust Ch. 03'/><title type='text'>Ultimate Trust Ch. 03</title><summary type='text'>My wife and I have always had awesome sex.We had been married for about 5 years when we started to explore a little bondage with our sex-life. On my birthday, we decided to take our level of trust in each other and our bondage to a new place - mind control.We both went to several sessions with a hypnotist who gave us each a 'trigger' by which the other person could put us in a trance, and once in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2900969398809445249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/ultimate-trust-ch-03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2900969398809445249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2900969398809445249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/ultimate-trust-ch-03.html' title='Ultimate Trust Ch. 03'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-3867815054540605803</id><published>2009-12-08T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:18:56.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate Trust Ch. 02'/><title type='text'>Ultimate Trust Ch. 02</title><summary type='text'>Two nights later we sat down in the family room to watch our tapes together. I was both nervous and excited to see them - nervous about how she would react to seeing her 'session', and excited to see my own. I had no memory of last night, though my cock was tired and I slept like a baby.She wanted to watch 'her' tape first. I think she was dying to know what I had done to her. As soon as the tape</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3867815054540605803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/ultimate-trust-ch-02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3867815054540605803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3867815054540605803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/ultimate-trust-ch-02.html' title='Ultimate Trust Ch. 02'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-9086615283591381448</id><published>2009-12-08T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:18:18.029-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ultimate Trust Ch. 01'/><title type='text'>Ultimate Trust Ch. 01</title><summary type='text'>My wife and I have always had awesome sex.We had been married for about 5 years when we started to explore a little bondage with our sex-life. She would tie me up and tease me for hours until I was begging to cum. Or I would tie her up and use her as I wished - sometimes teasing her, sometimes being a little rough with her. On my birthday, we decided to take our level of trust in each other and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9086615283591381448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/ultimate-trust-ch-01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/9086615283591381448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/9086615283591381448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/ultimate-trust-ch-01.html' title='Ultimate Trust Ch. 01'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-2621717085140508670</id><published>2009-12-08T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:17:19.228-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Umbrella'/><title type='text'>Umbrella</title><summary type='text'>We are four normal guys, perverts. I'm Gary, that's my best friend, Joey, the one with the black hair, and my other friends Billy, with the blonde hair, and Arthur, the tall, skinny goofy one. We attend the same college in the Northeast and return home to Dayton, Ohio during school breaks to touch bases with our parents; after all, they are paying the bills.Our friend Arthur, the nerdy one of the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2621717085140508670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/umbrella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2621717085140508670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2621717085140508670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/umbrella.html' title='Umbrella'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-7940762281442544313</id><published>2009-12-08T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:15:55.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Under His Spell 2'/><title type='text'>Under His Spell 2</title><summary type='text'>"Thank you so much for seeing me on such short notice Dr. Henley""That's quite alright Ms. Benson it just so happens I have some free time this afternoon. Now what can I do for you?"As you can see it all started innocently enough, I was feeling depressed and unloved. My marriage of less than ten years was nothing but a sham, we lived together but barley spoke and sex was something neither of us </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7940762281442544313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/under-his-spell-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/7940762281442544313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/7940762281442544313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/under-his-spell-2.html' title='Under His Spell 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-4486759563082776547</id><published>2009-12-08T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:14:35.836-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Under His Spell 1'/><title type='text'>Under His Spell 1</title><summary type='text'>As long as Patrick could remember he had the power, well at least as far back as eight years old anyway. For about eighteen years now, with no real rhyme or reason, Patrick has somehow acquired the power to put people into deep hypnotic trances. And even more extraordinary, he could have them do his bidding, and wake up totally unaware of any of the activities they may have taken part in! Even at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4486759563082776547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/under-his-spell-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/4486759563082776547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/4486759563082776547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/under-his-spell-1.html' title='Under His Spell 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-8008943127859923778</id><published>2009-12-08T07:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:04:29.767-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unexpected Therapy'/><title type='text'>Unexpected Therapy</title><summary type='text'>The office was on the first floor. The sign on the door; Doctor Rosenberg. The patient glanced at it before walking in and noticed the receptionist was a different woman to last week."Good morning. I'm here for my 10-o-clock appointment.""Ah yes. Take a seat and I'll let the doctor know you are here."Doctor Rosenberg knew this patient was the one; this was clear from the very first visit, but the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8008943127859923778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/unexpected-therapy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8008943127859923778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8008943127859923778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/unexpected-therapy.html' title='Unexpected Therapy'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-3785163585558790610</id><published>2009-12-08T07:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T07:03:03.069-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Universal Remote'/><title type='text'>Universal Remote</title><summary type='text'>I had begun my career, as many scientists do, working at a college lab and teaching graduate students. I quickly had become an expert in neurology, and although not a medical doctor, I knew more about the brain than most typical biologists. Since I had student loans to pay, and teaching doesn't exactly make millionaires, I decided to work for a large bio-engineering company. My work mainly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3785163585558790610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/universal-remote.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3785163585558790610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3785163585558790610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/universal-remote.html' title='Universal Remote'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-3272344579283158209</id><published>2009-12-03T18:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:18:28.353-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine Surprise page 2'/><title type='text'>Valentine Surprise page 2</title><summary type='text'>He looked at his extended cock like it was a stranger's.Julia was still out. "Julia, 1 - 2 - 3. Wake up."She, too woke with a start. She looked, with wonder at Dave's erect cock."Dave, what are you doing with that?""Something, I am sure.""Julia, would you like Dave to poke it into you?""Yes.""Which opening?"She pondered that for a moment. "I have always wanted to be fucked in the ass. In my ass."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3272344579283158209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/valentine-surprise-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3272344579283158209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3272344579283158209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/valentine-surprise-page-2.html' title='Valentine Surprise page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-5720494271162185636</id><published>2009-12-03T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:16:25.462-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine Surprise page 1'/><title type='text'>Valentine Surprise page 1</title><summary type='text'>Janine was crying. Life had not been kind to her lately. George had left her for another woman, a slut! She was home alone on a Friday night just before Valentine's Day and that sucked. She hadn't had an orgasm that wasn't related to a dildo in years. She stared at the computer screen. What could she do to take her mind off of her situation?Janine was forty but did not look it. She was five feet </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5720494271162185636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/valentine-surprise-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5720494271162185636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5720494271162185636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/valentine-surprise-page-1.html' title='Valentine Surprise page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-657509105220286488</id><published>2009-12-03T17:49:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:05:54.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanessa page 1'/><title type='text'>Vanessa page 1</title><summary type='text'>"The precautions I take are simply for security purposes. You can surely understand my need for privacy," said the distinguished looking man in his late forties. He was tall and had a slim but muscular frame. "You may call me Mister Joseph."The second man, a number of years younger and of average height and build, raised an eyebrow at this. Upon his arrival at the airport, he had been met by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/657509105220286488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanessa-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/657509105220286488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/657509105220286488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanessa-page-1.html' title='Vanessa page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-7563853775502463817</id><published>2009-12-03T17:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:09:57.045-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanessa page 3'/><title type='text'>Vanessa page 3</title><summary type='text'>"On your hands and knees!", ordered Joseph. Vanessa was confused but understood what was about to happen. She knelt and stared straight ahead while Joseph positioned himself behind her. She came immediately as he first penetrated he cunt. His cock seemed as if it would keep entering her forever, and she began crying from exhaustion and overstimulation as he began pistoning into her cunt. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7563853775502463817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanessa-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/7563853775502463817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/7563853775502463817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanessa-page-3.html' title='Vanessa page 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-3963092219812192990</id><published>2009-12-03T17:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:08:06.833-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanessa page 2'/><title type='text'>Vanessa page 2</title><summary type='text'>"Oh, yes, sir. Thank you, Master," she squealed with delight. Going around to the other side of the large table, she climbed onto the table and knelt in the center, facing the two men. Reaching up delicately, she tugged the sleeves of her maid's costume lower and pushed her tits up and out of the top. Then, spreading her knees, she pulled the hem of the dress slightly upwards, exposing her shaved</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3963092219812192990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanessa-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3963092219812192990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3963092219812192990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanessa-page-2.html' title='Vanessa page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-1221595877461847885</id><published>2009-12-03T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:46:10.384-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanishing Point Ch. 03 page 5'/><title type='text'>Vanishing Point Ch. 03 page 5</title><summary type='text'>"That will be our, and my, pleasure, Sir. You have no idea how that order arouses me.""I can see that, Mai-Lin. Your body and your eyes speak volumes about how you enjoy having 146 – Chloe, now – here.""Thank you. I do, indeed, relish using her – Chloe - and stretching her and listening to her beg. 'Intimate violence' is how you described it the last time you were here. I have taken those words, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1221595877461847885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-03-page-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/1221595877461847885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/1221595877461847885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-03-page-5.html' title='Vanishing Point Ch. 03 page 5'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-8724843332136280240</id><published>2009-12-03T17:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:43:03.378-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanishing Point Ch. 03 page 4'/><title type='text'>Vanishing Point Ch. 03 page 4</title><summary type='text'>She missed the door handle on her first attempt; instead leaving a bloody smear down the thigh of one of the nudes etched into the glass on the door. She managed to grab and pull down on the handle on her second attempt, and she fell forward and collapsed onto the thick, lush carpeting of the room on the other side.She saw a woman's legs as she fell and the room spun around her. The legs were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8724843332136280240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-03-page-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8724843332136280240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8724843332136280240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-03-page-4.html' title='Vanishing Point Ch. 03 page 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-2341786366868322747</id><published>2009-12-03T17:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:41:17.190-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanishing Point Ch. 03 page 3'/><title type='text'>Vanishing Point Ch. 03 page 3</title><summary type='text'>Angelslut embraced Nicki Whitmore and wrapped her arms around her whip-marked body and kissed the redhead in a deep, open-mouthed kiss. She slid her body up and down the Nicki's slick, wet skin while her fingers massaged and caressed the redhead's cunt and ass and breasts and counted the vertebrae in her spine. She brought the pain-wracked teacher to the brink of orgasm – and then she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2341786366868322747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-03-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2341786366868322747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2341786366868322747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-03-page-3.html' title='Vanishing Point Ch. 03 page 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-7858577135177365700</id><published>2009-12-03T17:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:37:59.312-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanishing Point Ch. 03 page 2'/><title type='text'>Vanishing Point Ch. 03 page 2</title><summary type='text'>Bobby took a swig of his freshly anointed beer and then ran his tongue over the neck of the bottle. "Fuck, yes. Come home with me tonight, Alice. God, you make me so goddamn horny all the time.""Careful there, stud. You keep licking that Corona like that, and everyone's gonna start thinking you're gay and you suck dick instead of pussy. Now where's my real tip, asshole?" Alice smiled sweetly, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7858577135177365700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-03-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/7858577135177365700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/7858577135177365700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-03-page-2.html' title='Vanishing Point Ch. 03 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-3884503120022041615</id><published>2009-12-03T15:27:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:37:10.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanishing Point Ch. 03 page 1'/><title type='text'>Vanishing Point Ch. 03 page 1</title><summary type='text'>Thursday, AgainWhen she awoke, she was on the floor, her limbs a tangled heap and her body rank with the stale scent of sweat and sex. Propping herself up on one arm, she wiped a matted strand of hair from her eyes. She squinted and blinked, the glare of the morning light contracting her pupils into tiny pinpricks in a vain attempt to compensate for the unbearable brilliance of the sun's yellow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3884503120022041615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-03-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3884503120022041615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3884503120022041615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-03-page-1.html' title='Vanishing Point Ch. 03 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-6692400360155460706</id><published>2009-12-03T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:28:42.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanishing Point Ch. 02 page 4'/><title type='text'>Vanishing Point Ch. 02 page 4</title><summary type='text'>Jean looked to her left, on the other side of her computer table, to where the scratched and cigarette-burned faux wood table waited, next to the faded floral print covered mass of her sofa."And after you place it there, you will stand over it and pinch and twist your nipples and make them hard and needing. And then you will lower yourself down onto the vibe without using your hands. You will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6692400360155460706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-02-page-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/6692400360155460706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/6692400360155460706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-02-page-4.html' title='Vanishing Point Ch. 02 page 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-5321874596437141754</id><published>2009-12-03T15:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:27:24.418-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanishing Point Ch. 02 page 3'/><title type='text'>Vanishing Point Ch. 02 page 3</title><summary type='text'>"You're an unusual woman, Jean," Nicki replied. "May I ask for you again, when I return? That is, if my Trainer allows it.""Yes, please. I do want you… I want you to. Very much so." The heat in Jean's cheeks began to fade. "I would like that very much.""Then I will do that. Thank you, Jean 146. I'll tell my Trainer – and yes, my husband, too – all about you.""Thanks. I appreciate that.""Wonderful</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5321874596437141754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-02-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5321874596437141754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5321874596437141754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-02-page-3.html' title='Vanishing Point Ch. 02 page 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-5713337029010308151</id><published>2009-12-03T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:26:26.713-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanishing Point Ch. 02 page 2'/><title type='text'>Vanishing Point Ch. 02 page 2</title><summary type='text'>Jean flopped into an empty swivel chair at one of the manicure stations and studied the printed schedule in her hands..Mrs. Abbot at ten-thirty, Barbara Willis at eleven-thirty, Connie Brubaker at twelve-thirty, and Terri Morris at two – yes, I know those names. And one flagged as a new client, and with the word 'special' underlined in red, next to her name – Nicki Whitmore – at three.Jean looked</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5713337029010308151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-02-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5713337029010308151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5713337029010308151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-02-page-2.html' title='Vanishing Point Ch. 02 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-8614939666313608678</id><published>2009-12-03T15:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:25:17.100-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanishing Point Ch. 02 page 1'/><title type='text'>Vanishing Point Ch. 02 page 1</title><summary type='text'>The chiming of the alarm clock on the nightstand brought Jean to wakefulness. She was sprawled on the bed, her sheets wrapped around her limbs and the vibrator wedged under her back. She grimaced as she sat up. Sleeping on the hard metal shell of the vibrator after it had slipped out of her had given her a very real cramp in her side.Based on the torn-apart condition of her bed in the morning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8614939666313608678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-02-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8614939666313608678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8614939666313608678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-02-page-1.html' title='Vanishing Point Ch. 02 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-3598909260403434171</id><published>2009-12-03T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:22:01.037-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanishing Point Ch. 01 page 5'/><title type='text'>Vanishing Point Ch. 01 page 5</title><summary type='text'>The scissors were already at work now, reshaping her, and sending little wet, delicate fragments of herself flying about, to land on her shoulders and her breasts and arms. She was being shorn and reshaped and changed – in the way that women have been altered for centuries. Slices of her hair fell silently in clumps, onto the floor. Tiny, single-stranded shards of time, measured in amber </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3598909260403434171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-01-page-5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3598909260403434171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3598909260403434171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-01-page-5.html' title='Vanishing Point Ch. 01 page 5'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-1144195158245411852</id><published>2009-12-03T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:19:05.322-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanishing Point Ch. 01 page 3'/><title type='text'>Vanishing Point Ch. 01 page 3</title><summary type='text'>"Please drink it all. I will refill your cup in a moment. It will be a few minutes before we will be ready for you.""All right," Jean said as she sank back into the love seat. "It is so quiet here… So relaxing. But where are the others?""The others?" the Oriental girl asked."Yes. Other clients. Customers. You know,""We do not take many new clients, Jean Bujold. We like to make sure that we devote</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1144195158245411852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-01-page-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/1144195158245411852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/1144195158245411852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-01-page-3.html' title='Vanishing Point Ch. 01 page 3'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-3159565103792400492</id><published>2009-12-03T15:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:20:02.038-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanishing Point Ch. 01 page 4'/><title type='text'>Vanishing Point Ch. 01 page 4</title><summary type='text'>With every cycle, one of the women tapped her fingers against Jean's titpins to tell her when they were going to rip her flesh away again – so she could cringe and tremble, and be ready to drink in the pain that washed over her body to drown her in its warm, wet embrace.The words in her head meshed perfectly with the sensations that engulfed her.All you ask for is a little bit of painIt goes a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3159565103792400492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-01-page-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3159565103792400492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3159565103792400492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-01-page-4.html' title='Vanishing Point Ch. 01 page 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-4429714776725988878</id><published>2009-12-03T15:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:18:01.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanishing Point Ch. 01 page 2'/><title type='text'>Vanishing Point Ch. 01 page 2</title><summary type='text'>Tai glided down the pole in defiance of gravity's relentless force to crouch like a feline stalking its dinner, as she surveyed the men who encircled her. They had her surrounded, but she was the hunter and they were the prey. They would think otherwise, but Jean knew where the balance of power really lay. It was between Tai's legs, that smooth, bare magically wet pink sliver of flesh that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4429714776725988878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-01-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/4429714776725988878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/4429714776725988878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-01-page-2.html' title='Vanishing Point Ch. 01 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-6840571919894328395</id><published>2009-12-03T15:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:16:30.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanishing Point Ch. 01 page 1'/><title type='text'>Vanishing Point Ch. 01 page 1</title><summary type='text'>Triangulating Her Existence – Side OneJean Bujold awakened to the reverberating wail of an ambulance careening down the street three floors beneath her apartment. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. It was the only word that she could form, but it was appropriate, and it bore repeating. She lifted up her head and blinked. It was light out, at least. Thank goodness for that. Then she rolled over and looked at</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6840571919894328395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-01-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/6840571919894328395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/6840571919894328395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vanishing-point-ch-01-page-1.html' title='Vanishing Point Ch. 01 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-8433324867900237170</id><published>2009-12-03T15:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:12:20.695-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vehicle Vengeance'/><title type='text'>Vehicle Vengeance</title><summary type='text'>She liked to touch him while he drove. She wrapped herself around his arm and kissed his shoulder as she ran her fingernails up and down his leg. He always squirmed when she got a little too close. She loved the reaction and the power she had to turn him on. Her right hand slipped under his shirt. Her fingers combed his furry chest as she moved closer to kiss his neck. She moved slowly up the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8433324867900237170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vehicle-vengeance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8433324867900237170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8433324867900237170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vehicle-vengeance.html' title='Vehicle Vengeance'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-34694892555228214</id><published>2009-12-03T15:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:10:49.001-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veronica&apos;s Power Ch. 04'/><title type='text'>Veronica's Power Ch. 04</title><summary type='text'>Veronica's three naked sex slaves stood in front of her own bare body. Their blank, almost emotionless eyes rarely blinking waiting for their next command. The smiles on the three mindless bodies' faces were almost haunting. Each of them with not much more intellegence or thought then a vibrating dildo. Soon, if Veronica's plan goes through, Jamie and Jim would be the same way."You three just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/34694892555228214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/veronicas-power-ch-04.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/34694892555228214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/34694892555228214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/veronicas-power-ch-04.html' title='Veronica&apos;s Power Ch. 04'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-6816019552543212958</id><published>2009-12-03T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:09:38.340-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veronica&apos;s Power Ch. 03'/><title type='text'>Veronica's Power Ch. 03</title><summary type='text'>Veronica heard the bathroom door close and the shower being turned on. When Veronica began to get dressed she heard foot steps coming upstairs. She quickly pulled up her black jeans and put on her bra. Then she picked up her blue velvet shirt off the floor and quickly pulled over her head."Hello?" Amanda called from the hallway. Veronica shook her head to staighten her short blonde hair. She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6816019552543212958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/veronicas-power-ch-03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/6816019552543212958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/6816019552543212958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/veronicas-power-ch-03.html' title='Veronica&apos;s Power Ch. 03'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-221849975084059795</id><published>2009-12-03T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:06:29.874-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veronica&apos;s Power Ch. 01'/><title type='text'>Veronica's Power Ch. 01</title><summary type='text'>A beautiful woman walked into the walked into the dimmly lit bar. All eyes both male and female turned on her. She had chin-length blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, full lips, perfect nose. She had no make-up on because she didn't need it; she was a natural beauty. She had a black fur coat on not done up so everyone could see her low-cut velvet t-shirt which really showed off her awesome breasts. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/221849975084059795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/veronicas-power-ch-01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/221849975084059795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/221849975084059795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/veronicas-power-ch-01.html' title='Veronica&apos;s Power Ch. 01'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-1516529853297479772</id><published>2009-12-03T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:01:05.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vince The Bastard page 2'/><title type='text'>Vince The Bastard page 2</title><summary type='text'>He raised his head and looked at her. “I don’t do this, but for you, I’ll make an exception.” He lowered his head and sucked her hugely prominent clitoris into his mouth. Moving up and down, it was like sucking a small prick. He worked one finger, then two, into her dank depths, hearing her starting to pant. Vince increased the sucking motion and rasped his tongue around and around the pulsing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1516529853297479772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vince-bastard-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/1516529853297479772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/1516529853297479772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vince-bastard-page-2.html' title='Vince The Bastard page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-9124501416753952701</id><published>2009-12-03T14:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T15:08:36.392-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Veronica&apos;s Power Ch. 02'/><title type='text'>Veronica's Power Ch. 02</title><summary type='text'>Veronica began to wonder how they were going to get Anthony upstairs without making the others suspicious. This was going to be difficult. She thought she could just go down stairs and hypnotize them all at once fairly easily but where's the fun in that. Veronica has had so much fun toying with people and their emotions ever since she got her powers. She didn't do it to be cruel after all she was</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9124501416753952701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/veronicas-power-ch-02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/9124501416753952701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/9124501416753952701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/veronicas-power-ch-02.html' title='Veronica&apos;s Power Ch. 02'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-8713123033347160485</id><published>2009-12-03T14:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:59:45.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vince The Bastard page 1'/><title type='text'>Vince The Bastard page 1</title><summary type='text'>Vince was a bastard, a right bastard. And a proper one at that. His alcoholic mother never knew who had fucked a belly full of arms and legs into her. Given the nature of Vince, his father must have been a right cunt.At 14, Vince already had a tough rep in the neighbourhood. He was big and mean, well muscled with brooding, saturnine dark good looks. He didn’t have a moral bone in his body. He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8713123033347160485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vince-bastard-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8713123033347160485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8713123033347160485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/vince-bastard-page-1.html' title='Vince The Bastard page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-5303131037112378689</id><published>2009-12-03T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:55:25.062-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virgin Domme Ch. 03'/><title type='text'>Virgin Domme Ch. 03</title><summary type='text'>Fading sunlight poured through the window onto his naked body. He woke to find himself laying face up on the bed, unchained, sore from being fucked and aching all over, yet feeling sheer contentment as he recalled the night before. His surrender to the Mistress. No longer his virgin domme, both initiated now by the ritual they had shared.He sat up in bed, noticing he was bound now only by a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5303131037112378689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/virgin-domme-ch-03.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5303131037112378689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5303131037112378689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/virgin-domme-ch-03.html' title='Virgin Domme Ch. 03'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-3505718879742791883</id><published>2009-12-03T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:52:28.476-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virgin Domme Ch. 02'/><title type='text'>Virgin Domme Ch. 02</title><summary type='text'>He opened his eyes slowly, trying hard to focus as he felt his body restricted, registered the tight cuffs around his wrists, the chains which bound him face down to the bed in the almost familiar room, the collar which pressed into his throat, struggling to focus his eyes and his mind and clear the fog from his consciousness.As his vision cleared he felt her presence at the foot of the bed, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3505718879742791883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/virgin-domme-ch-02.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3505718879742791883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3505718879742791883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/virgin-domme-ch-02.html' title='Virgin Domme Ch. 02'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-5664246830257669820</id><published>2009-12-03T14:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T14:51:15.110-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virgin Domme Ch. 01'/><title type='text'>Virgin Domme Ch. 01</title><summary type='text'>She heard the car roll up the driveway and come to a stop. Looked at the clock.. 8.58. Punctual, this was a good start.She was nervous about what would happen when he was inside, offering himself to her, hers to abuse. The relationship they had once had, a vague memory. Two different people, another life, an illusion.Now she held the power, there were no barriers for him now. He was driven to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5664246830257669820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/virgin-domme-ch-01.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5664246830257669820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5664246830257669820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/12/virgin-domme-ch-01.html' title='Virgin Domme Ch. 01'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-6536245687893313387</id><published>2009-11-23T06:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:37:04.714-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia Plain'/><title type='text'>Virginia Plain</title><summary type='text'>Staring back at her reflection in the shop window, Virginia ran her fingers through her hair, her mouth wide open with shock. It hadn't been that long ago that she'd felt like the most desirable woman in the world. And now – Virginia strained forward, trying desperately to see herself in more detail, the day's warm bright sun obscuring her image in the window – she looked just like every other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/6536245687893313387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/virginia-plain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/6536245687893313387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/6536245687893313387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/virginia-plain.html' title='Virginia Plain'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-1609330267431043239</id><published>2009-11-23T06:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:33:46.158-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virtuality part 2'/><title type='text'>Virtuality part 2</title><summary type='text'>Clean, Renee dried off and tried to decide on what to wear. She had a great body and loved showing it off tastefully. She also had quite a bit of money and always had the best clothes. It was amazing how good expensive, well tailored clothing made her feel. She chose a smart skirt/blouse made of cream colored silk, panties and bra of the same material, and a pair of 2" heels. She never wore </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1609330267431043239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/virtuality-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/1609330267431043239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/1609330267431043239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/virtuality-part-2.html' title='Virtuality part 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-5780012216689076741</id><published>2009-11-23T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:33:22.712-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virtuality part 1'/><title type='text'>Virtuality part 1</title><summary type='text'>Renee stepped carefully into the dorm room, tired after a long day of classes. Her mood was sour, and coming back to this hovel of a "home" wasn't helping. Everywhere she looked her gaze met junk. Specifically, her roommate's junk.Elisa was a total slob. She always had been messy and planned to continue the tradition. Actually, "planned" was too strong a word. Slovenliness just followed Elisa </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5780012216689076741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/virtuality-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5780012216689076741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5780012216689076741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/virtuality-part-1.html' title='Virtuality part 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-8418118895843424318</id><published>2009-11-23T05:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:45:45.156-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virtually Anything part 2'/><title type='text'>Virtually Anything part 2</title><summary type='text'>His hands eagerly cupped and caressed the wondrously soft breasts that had captivated him moments earlier. The feel of her warm, quivering flesh beneath his palms and fingers stimulated him in a way that sucked the blood from his rapidly beating heart and forced it into his penis. It arose like a mighty lance, prepared to punch through any armor and deeply into flesh. It could not tear through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8418118895843424318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/virtually-anything-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8418118895843424318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8418118895843424318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/virtually-anything-part-2.html' title='Virtually Anything part 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-5960375166508124430</id><published>2009-11-23T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:44:13.952-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virtually Anything part 1'/><title type='text'>Virtually Anything part 1</title><summary type='text'>Terrence maintained a covert surveillance of the subway station entrance. A crowd of commuters filled the station during morning rush hour on a beautiful springtime Friday morning. Many of them were men in suits or work uniforms that he ignored. Some were beautiful, smartly dressed women who always attracted an admiring look from him. But they were not his target of his attention; that was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5960375166508124430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/virtually-anything-part-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5960375166508124430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5960375166508124430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/virtually-anything-part-1.html' title='Virtually Anything part 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-2268181597351582434</id><published>2009-11-23T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:41:25.591-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='VooDoo Barbie'/><title type='text'>VooDoo Barbie</title><summary type='text'>I knew it when I started, it was inevitable that somewhere, somehow the conditions existed that I imagined. The sheer beauty of that thought made all things possible and added a deep sense of purpose when I snuck into my sister's bedroom and kidnapped Barbie. It was certainly amazing how nicely the proportions matched any number of pictures I'd seen in a number of magazines.Staring at the fully </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2268181597351582434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/voodoo-barbie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2268181597351582434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2268181597351582434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/voodoo-barbie.html' title='VooDoo Barbie'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-3393301724076929340</id><published>2009-11-23T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T05:39:39.213-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wake County Scandal'/><title type='text'>Wake County Scandal</title><summary type='text'>Wake county, North Carolina, is the most affluent county in the United States. It contains the cities of Raleigh, Cary, Garner, and New Hope. The high paying jobs associated with the research triangle have attracted Yuppies from all over the country. These couples drive BMW, Mercedes, Large SUV, and Corvettes. Style, and keeping up with the with your neighbor are the prime interests.So, it was no</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/3393301724076929340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/wake-county-scandal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3393301724076929340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/3393301724076929340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/wake-county-scandal.html' title='Wake County Scandal'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-5026212809076657459</id><published>2009-11-23T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:15:59.045-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Walking Through Dreams'/><title type='text'>Walking Through Dreams</title><summary type='text'>Mia Gordon lies in a coma at the North Western Nursing Facility. It had been five years since Mia had opened her eyes after the car accident that had robbed her family, and friends of her presence.Mia was a dark exotic beauty lying on starched white sheets. The bedspread was the one from her bed. Black silk. Mia's hair flowed over the pillow in dark brown waves. Her black eyelashes fanned out on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5026212809076657459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/walking-through-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5026212809076657459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5026212809076657459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/walking-through-dreams.html' title='Walking Through Dreams'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-2185351460926565128</id><published>2009-11-23T04:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:14:47.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Was She Hypnotised'/><title type='text'>Was She Hypnotised</title><summary type='text'>My wife teaches dancing of every kind, but with an emphasis on Ballroom Dancing, and has many private pupils as well as classes.However, she goes under her maiden name of Stella Ryan for professional purposes and not everyone knows that she is married.Recently, for instance, one of her pupils, Sean, a young man of about our age and about whom she often spoke to me saying that she could fancy him,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/2185351460926565128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/was-she-hypnotised.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2185351460926565128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/2185351460926565128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/was-she-hypnotised.html' title='Was She Hypnotised'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-4494583333131781089</id><published>2009-11-23T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:12:16.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watching Heidi ch 4'/><title type='text'>Watching Heidi ch 4</title><summary type='text'>Linda entered the club first, followed by Maura and Lucy. The overpowering techno beat of the music synched perfectly with the throbbing in her pussy. The three women surveyed the scene, than looked to each other. Wordlessly, they nodded, than split up. It was on.It had been on for the past month. Almost every night she'd gone out to find women, meet them, prepare them, make them want her. Impose</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4494583333131781089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/watching-heidi-ch-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/4494583333131781089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/4494583333131781089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/watching-heidi-ch-4.html' title='Watching Heidi ch 4'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-8992762735665347298</id><published>2009-11-23T04:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:09:35.642-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watching Heidi ch 3 page 1'/><title type='text'>Watching Heidi ch 3 page 1</title><summary type='text'>The memories swirled like mist disturbed by a breeze. Linda didn't try to make order out of the chaos; none of the remembrances were bad. She let the memories come to her, pass through her and move on. She simply enjoyed them, allowed them to arouse her, and continued doing Mistress' bidding.She hooked her arms around the girl's thighs, pulling them apart. There was barely any resistance at all."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/8992762735665347298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/watching-heidi-ch-3-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8992762735665347298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/8992762735665347298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/watching-heidi-ch-3-page-1.html' title='Watching Heidi ch 3 page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-1398878163830338296</id><published>2009-11-23T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:08:14.205-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watching Heidi ch 2'/><title type='text'>Watching Heidi ch 2</title><summary type='text'>It had been an odd couple of days for Linda. Blissful, orgasmic, intensely satisfying, to be sure. She hadn't left the Penthouse in 48 hours, and she had no particular desire to leave anytime soon. She'd had more sex, more fulfilling sex and more sexual partners than in any other period of her entire life. And she certainly had no regrets. But no matter how satisfying it had all been, there was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/1398878163830338296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/watching-heidi-ch-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/1398878163830338296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/1398878163830338296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/watching-heidi-ch-2.html' title='Watching Heidi ch 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-4526199168815578480</id><published>2009-11-23T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:06:26.263-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watching Heidi ch 1'/><title type='text'>Watching Heidi ch 1</title><summary type='text'>With every passing minute, Linda's annoyance grew, and with it her indecision. She didn't want to be that kind of Aunt, she really didn't. She wanted to be the cool Aunt, the Aunt her niece could come to about boys, and clothes and anything else she didn't want to go to her parents about. In other words, she wanted to be the exact opposite of her sister, the mother of the niece in question.Linda </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4526199168815578480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/watching-heidi-ch-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/4526199168815578480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/4526199168815578480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/watching-heidi-ch-1.html' title='Watching Heidi ch 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-5572423507027305165</id><published>2009-11-23T04:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:04:43.108-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We Love to See You Smile'/><title type='text'>We Love to See You Smile</title><summary type='text'>"I am a marketing genius," Joel laughed to himself as he walked down the hall to his office. Well, he didn't actually have an office. Not yet, anyway. But he did have a corner cubicle, which was a sign of status in it's own way. But soon, soon they would recognize him for his amazing strategy. Then he'd have an office for sure. Maybe even a corner office. Well, maybe that was a little bit of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/5572423507027305165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-love-to-see-you-smile.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5572423507027305165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/5572423507027305165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/we-love-to-see-you-smile.html' title='We Love to See You Smile'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-4685363606052529947</id><published>2009-11-23T04:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:03:22.911-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Welcome to the Neighborhood'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the Neighborhood</title><summary type='text'>My wife and I had been married for 17 years, and we had a pretty good life together. --- so why did I begin to change it? Who knows - boredom, same ol' ritual each weekend night. Perhaps, but maybe it was just fate - Let me tell you my story.It had been a couple of weeks with out sex, my wife had not been in the mood and so, I start getting horny - who doesn't? Susan had to go to a neighborhood </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/4685363606052529947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome-to-neighborhood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/4685363606052529947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/4685363606052529947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome-to-neighborhood.html' title='Welcome to the Neighborhood'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-9217154615670358410</id><published>2009-11-23T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:02:14.471-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Were They Thinking'/><title type='text'>What Were They Thinking</title><summary type='text'>Even I didn't know my secret talent was transferable. My name is Dave and I am able to see what people are thinking, more than see really, I could feel it, be part of their subconscious desires. It doesn't work on everyone either, only those whose libidos are on overload. I could sense it by the look in their eyes, by their demeanor, by they way they moved, by the way they looked at me or someone</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/9217154615670358410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-were-they-thinking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/9217154615670358410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/9217154615670358410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-were-they-thinking.html' title='What Were They Thinking'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-281252539507050028</id><published>2009-11-23T03:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:10:45.875-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Watching Heidi ch 3 page 2'/><title type='text'>Watching Heidi ch 3 page 2</title><summary type='text'>"Of course! I'm required by law to report all suspected instances of child abuse and this is an ... unconscionable ... breach of ethics!"Emma smiled grimly, "Then it was nice knowing you, Dr. Brady.""What is that supposed to mean?"Emma spelled it out for him, "Dr., the people my husband works with don't care about you or me, and they certainly don't care about Kelly. All they care about is their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/281252539507050028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/watching-heidi-ch-3-page-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/281252539507050028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/281252539507050028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/watching-heidi-ch-3-page-2.html' title='Watching Heidi ch 3 page 2'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-540580889032739884</id><published>2009-11-23T03:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T04:01:04.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='How it began'/><title type='text'>How it began</title><summary type='text'>I was a nineteen year old male and horny. Nothing new there. Years later I completely understand it. My life's experiences taught me just how normal I was. Until one day when I discovered how truly different I am.Sally was beautiful. Every time I looked into her eyes I was lost in two perfect pools of joy. I would stare and smile until she became embarrassed and blushed. All I desired was to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/540580889032739884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-it-began.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/540580889032739884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/540580889032739884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/how-it-began.html' title='How it began'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-7819267292717495634</id><published>2009-11-23T03:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:57:43.666-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='While You Were Out page 1'/><title type='text'>While You Were Out page 1</title><summary type='text'>I woke with a start. The last thing I remembered was watching TV with my college roommate Ellen. The holes in my memory were filled with brief flashes of images, perhaps they were dreams - dreams involving a pendant and Ellen's voice.Now, here I was, no longer in the living room, but waking up in bed. I relaxed as soon as I realized it was my own room - my own bed. But, when I looked underneath </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/7819267292717495634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/while-you-were-out-page-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/7819267292717495634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/7819267292717495634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/while-you-were-out-page-1.html' title='While You Were Out page 1'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2825982952680376923.post-281835776255119144</id><published>2009-11-23T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T03:56:13.009-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Who&apos;s Idea Was This Anyway'/><title type='text'>Who's Idea Was This Anyway</title><summary type='text'>Peter smiled at himself as he held the voodoo doll in his hands. He just knew that all his hard work would pay off in the end. He had rigged the whole building with pen cameras. He could see what everyone was doing or not doing. Then a few days ago, he had this really bright idea, what if he could get that hot new girl he hired to do what ever he wanted. He had been lusting after Kelli since she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/feeds/281835776255119144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/whos-idea-was-this-anyway.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/281835776255119144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2825982952680376923/posts/default/281835776255119144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://collectedmindcontrolstories.blogspot.com/2009/11/whos-idea-was-this-anyway.html' title='Who&apos;s Idea Was This Anyway'/><author><name>Funny Jokes Directory</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08155246818024180783</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
