[edit] I’ve integrated some suggestions of Readerman, Cave and Arthwys. Thank you guys very much! [/edit]
Social Experiment (25)
“Hello, thank you everybody for coming. I really appreciate your efforts coming on in on Christmas eve. I wish I could give you some extra research credit for that!”, said the imposing blonde wearing a spotless white labcoat.
She herded the group of participants into the big room, while they muttered their timid “hellos.” to nobody in particular.
“Anybody problems with being recorded while participating?! Everybody signed the paperwork?”, she looked around as all of the participants, two males and three females nodded nervously.
“That’s great! I’m Dr. Penelope Aimhurst…”, the blonde amazon said. “…and I’m conducting research about altruistic motivations and self-sacrifice. This experiment is a part of this research, would you mind introducing yourself?”
The five looking sheepishly to each other before the first, a tall male with black hair started. “Hello I’m Jack. I’m a third year psychology student.”
“And why are you participate?”, Dr. Aimhurst asked.
“I need the research credits”, he answered quietly.
“That’s absolutely ok, Jack. Thank you!”
The two girls on Jack’s left followed. “Hello Everybody, I’m Sarah”, said a short, voluptuous redhead. “I’m also here for the research credit.”
“Yeah… me too”, said a tall fit looking girl with a nice looking pixie cut. “I’m Caroline by the way.”
“Hello. I’m Marc. I’m second year…” a blond, clearly going for a surfer look, said. “Here basically for the research credits.”
Everybody looked over to the last participant a blonde, slender girl of medium height, who had her hair in a nice ponytail. She was clearly uncomfortable about the attention she was getting, probably wishing she had had worked up the courage to go on earlier. “Hello. My name is Beth…”, she finally said in a quiet, mousy voice.
“Euhm… I mean, I’m Elizabeth, but everybody calls me just Beth”, the girl said, clearly forcing herself to keep going.
“Hello. Elizabeth.”, said Dr. Aimhurst, who took pity on the girl. “I’m really happy you could make it! Are you also a psychology student?”
“Yeah. I’m first year.”, she said quietly. “But I need some research credits already because I’m taking some second year classes prematurely.”, she said apologetic.
“That’s fantastic!”, Dr. Aimhurst said. “And how are things going for you, Elizabeth?”
“I’m loving it so far!”, Beth said finally thawing up at least a little bit.
“Great!”, Dr. Aimhurst said. “I’ll lay out the study concept for you then. This group will meet several times till Easter. Every session one person is chosen. This person pick a charity of his choosing, then he or she will enter the other room.”, she pointed at the room behind the big window.
“While this person waits in the other room, the rest of the room picks a “challenge” out of a list we prepared.”, she showed them a stack of four sheets of paper. “This tasks are meant to make the participants uncomfortable, so be prepared for that!”
“If the participant chooses to comply and perform the task, the chosen charity gets a gift of 100 Euros. If the participant refuses, the chosen charity gets nothing. It’s the task of the group of four on this side of the room to chose a task that will make the participant uncomfortable, but not choosing something that would be refused, and provide moral support while the participant performs the task. Does everybody understand?”
“Oh… I nearly forgot. The participant performing may choose his or her successor. So guys… be kind!”
The group followed the researcher to the long window which covered nearly the whole wall on the left side of the preparation room. “Who will go first. Any volunteers?”, she asked.
“Okay. I get it!”, she said. “Let’s try this: who has done 3 experiments or more this semester?”, Jack raised his arm. “Who did 2?”, this time Marc and Sarah raised their hand. “One?”
“Me.”, said Caroline relieved, raising her hand.
“Okay. Elizabeth, would you mind volunteering for our first session?”, Dr. Aimhurst asked.
The look on the girl’s face clearly stated, that she in fact did mind it. But in the end Beth didn’t challenge to protest.
The researcher gave Beth the list with the eligible charities. “Please choose one.”
Beth hastily looked over the list, uncomfortable choosing one. She knew none of these organizations so far, for a lot of them she wasn’t even able to discern their purpose. Then her features brightened up. “I choose the animal shelter.”, she stated happily.
“That’s a great choice. They could really use the money…”, Dr. Aimhurst stated. “… especially this close to the end of the year.”
“Please enter the room now, Elizabeth!”, The petite blonde hesitantly obliged. After she had closed the door, she took position on the other side of the big window looking at Dr. Aimhurst and the rest of the participants.
“Test… test… Elizabeth do you here me?”, asked the researcher. Beth confirmed.
“Okay. The group will now choose a challenge for you. This should take only a few minutes. I’ll cut the communication between the rooms. You are not to influence their decision. Please stay in the middle of the room and do NOT temper with one of stacks on the table, Okay?”
“Okay!”, Beth agreed. Looking at the group discussing things became boring very soon. She looked around, the room was completely empty except a long row of tables at the back end of the room. On these tables where piles, some smaller, some bigger. Each pile was covered by a white blanket with a number, ranging from one to thirty. Beth didn’t even want to know what was covered beneath them. She now was curious but didn’t challenge to go looking.
After some time Beth couldn’t help herself and started pacing from one end to the other. Now she thought about the strange survey she had completed a few weeks ago. The survey had felt completely inappropriate, “how do you feel about… public nudity? …a spanking? …having an object inserted? She shivered. Whatever was coming it wouldn’t be good. She knew that. She was so nervous! What the heck was taking them so long, she asked herself. She was slowly loosing her mind here! She nearly jumped out of her skin when Dr. Aimhurst reestablished the communication. “Sorry Elizabeth. I didn’t mean to startle you.”, the researcher apologized.
“The group has come to a decision.”, she said. “Caroline will read it to you now.”
The microphone went silent for some seconds, then she heard Caroline’s voice. Participant, your task for today…”, the young women read, “…is to strip completely naked…”,
Elizabeth’ mind went completely blank. She shook her head. That couldn’t be right! She couldn’t do that… not even for 100 Euros.
“… not cover…”, Beth heard. She couldn’t be hearing right. It simply couldn’t be.
“Elizabeth. Is everything okay?”, it was Dr. Aimhurst again. She sounded very concerned. Elizabeth gulped and nodded weakly. “I’m so sorry sweety.”, she said. “Please don’t be mad at the group, they chose the easiest task for you. We clearly didn’t anticipate having somebody such inexperienced participate in this experiment.”
Beth felt nauseous… and guilty “You can refuse. Nobody will think badly about you.”, that made her feel no better.
Beth felt so guilty. She never had felt so conflicted in her whole life. She wanted to participate in this experiment, she really did. She wanted to provide 100 Euros for the animal shelter and she didn’t want to let the others down. They apparently had chosen to give her the easiest task of them all… they would have to go even further then she did. She couldn’t let them down, could she? She looked at the five faces on the other side of the window. The researcher looked slightly sympathetic but still somewhat unattached, the girls and Jack looked sympathetic but when she looked at Marc she shivered, he just glared at her. “Please… could you reread the task?”, Beth croaked.
“Eh… yeah…”, Caroline responded. “Participant, your task today is to strip naked…”, Beth closed her eyes, while Caroline continued reading. “… and to NOT cover your body with your hands for thirty minutes.”
Beth gasped. Thirty minutes… holy Hell! She really didn’t know if she would be able doing so. Showing her body to 5 nearly complete strangers was against everything in her upbringing. “We are really sorry, Betty!” she heard the Sarah through the speakers. Beth was so stunned, she didn’t even register that the young woman had used the shortened version of her name she hated most.
She remained silent for several minutes, carefully weighting her options. She even briefly considered to refuse and to pay the 100 Euros herself, but her December budget was so tight she couldn’t possibly do it. So in the end she just conceded. “Okay. I’ll do it.”, she said pressed.
“Wow. You really want to Betty?”, Caroline asked. “You know, you don’t have to do it!”
“Nah… I’ll do it.”, Beth said through clenched teeth.
“Elizabeth, You don’t have to do this,…”, the researcher chimed in “I don’t want you to feel for…”
“Nah. I really want to do this.”, Beth interrupted her with some bravado.
“Ok. Elizabeth. Great! Please strip when you feel ready.”
It took some moments till Beth registered these words, then the blonde started with her sweatshirt. She clearly struggled keeping her nerves under control. She worked hard to hide the trembling of her hands, not fully succeeding. “It’s okay, Betty! Your doing just fine”, Sarah said trying to encourage the struggling girl.
After she had placed her sweatshirt neatly folded before her on the ground, Elizabeth started to undress her denim jeans. Once she had begun, it went somewhat easier for her, but she nearly fell flat on her face getting her ankles out of her pants. She heard some snickering from the other side of the window. The group saw panic in her eyes. “We’re sorry, Betty. Your doing great!”, a clearly apologetic Sarah said.
Beth refocused. Her socks and T-shirt went without further incident. She stood now before the window only in her somewhat plain underwear. She asked herself if she should have worn her only set of sexy underwear today instead of her somewhat plain cotton undies she wore everyday. She took a second to breath. Then she heard Jacks voice through the speakers. “Hey Betty. You have a great body, if I might say so.” Beth froze for a moment. Then smiled slightly embarrassed.
She decided to take of her bra first. She slowly reached for the little clasp in the back and bared her perky B-Cups for them to see. “Wow… I love your teats.”, Marc said. Beth didn’t really registered his words, nor the admonishing he got from his fellow group members.
Beth fought her reflex to cover her breasts. She would have to bare here whole body anyway if she didn’t want to let go all her efforts to waste. She reached for the waistband of her panties, took a deep breath and pulled them in one big stroke down to her ankles and stepped out of them. “Wow.”, was everything an astonished Jack had to say.
“Okay Elizabeth, I’m starting the countdown now. Please refrain from covering yourself!”, Dr. Aimhurst chimed in. Elizabeth saw a red digital countdown timer appearing just above the big window.
Beth forced herself to let her arms dangling at her sides, unable to hide a shiver that took her whole body from time to time, while the rest of the group marveled and gushed about her “toned”, “lithe” and overall “supersexy” body. “Damn! I wished I looked only half as gorgeous as you!”, said Sarah.
Beth had closed her eyes while letting the talk about her body wash over her. She had never felt this frightened and uncomfortable and so good at the same time. When she reopened her eyes she saw that she was already halfway through. She felt light headed. She could do this, she could brave this. It would be over soon! Then the panic set in. Her arms started to shiver and it became almost impossible to control her urge to cover herself. She couldn’t do anything against it, her arms just crept up landing just over her breasts and arms. “Sorry Elizabeth. I have to stop the clock… please take a breath. We can take a pause.”
Elizabeth stood in the room alone, in front of Dr. Aimhurst and four of her peers. Frantically trying to get her nerves back under control, not quite succeeding. After some minutes of her desperately trying to get her increasing shallow breathing back under control, while slowly reaching to the point of a full blown panic attack. When she realized that the attempts of the other students to comfort Beth didn’t have the desired results, Sarah grabbed the micro and gave the others a signal to shut up. “Betty! Look at me!”, she said forcefully into the mic.
That did the trick. Somewhat startled the petite blonde looked at the plump redhead. “Okay Betty.”, she said with a slight edge in her voice. “I would kill to have your body!”, she stated. “You will now stop wining and do what I say you to do… and exactly what I say you to. You understand?!” Beth nodded timidly.
“Then we have an understanding.”, she said slightly pleased. “You will now put your hands behind your neck.” Almost automatically Beth did as she was told. Then, wen ordered to she pulled her Elbows behind and pushed her “cute little titties” out to give “the guys a better view.”
She closed her eyes again when she saw that the countdown timer had been restarted. She just stood there listening to Sarah praising her for following her orders so well and commenting on the firmness of her tits and the cuteness of her nipples. “Spread your legs farther, Betty!”, Sarah said commanding. “We want to better see that delicious pussy of yours better.” Beth didn’t even think of resisting.
The last five minutes of Beth’ ordeal where spent by Sarah commenting her “cute, plump cuntlips” and “this gorgeous little nub” of hers. In the end she even got a little bit flushed while waiting for the time to finally run out. She looked… still 30 seconds on the teller. She looked again, still 14 seconds and again… 4, 3, 2, 1… “Congratulations Elizabeth. You did it!”, said Dr. Aimhurst cheerfully, while the students cheered for her.
Beth had never felt so happy and relieved in her life. That’s how winning a Marathon must feel, she thought. She had to hold back tears of joy, she felt so overjoyed that she even forgot for several moments that she still was naked. It was a sudden shiver of coldness that reminded her. Hastily she grabbed at the pile of clothes and began dressing. She was only wearing her underwear when she heard that the door had been opened and Sarah and Caroline stormed into the room giving her a giant double hug. “You’re a damn hero, girl!”, Caroline stated.
Beth relaxed in their hugging and relished in their warmth. She sighed happily then asked if she could dress now. “Of course! Sorry Betty!”, Caroline said hastily and helped Beth staying steady while dressing her pants and socks. Again fully clothed she followed the two girls into the other room.
She briefly held back Sarah. “Thank you.”, she said calmly. Instead of answering the plump redhead kissed her on the cheek, which made Beth flush again.
“You’re too cute!”, Sarah said giving the other girl a little wink.
When they arrived in the other room, another round of cheering and applause awaited Beth. She flushed again when Jack asked for her number. She couldn’t believe it! Nobody had ever asked for her number before, let alone a third year student. Of course she gave it to him.
“Okay, enough flirting!”, Dr. Aimhurst said smiling. Then they sat down for their exit interview. Because of the fact that Beth had had the most intense experience they all agreed she could go first. The researcher asked a lot of questions about her feelings she had experienced. Beth answered them openly and truthfully. She mentioned her initial fears and reservations, the struggles and the looming panic attack.
But then she smiled. “Now I’m feeling like the happiest person in the world having gone through with it.”, she beamed. Then she thanked Sarah again.
“Do you understand what she has done for you?”, Dr. Aimhurst asked curiously.
“She took my focus away of my anxiety… first she shocked me, then she made me feel… angry, then somewhat submissive and even… a little bit… euhm… aroused.”, Beth said sheepishly. “Short she helped me through it.”
“You’re a bright girl!”, the researcher impressed.
“Thank you!”, Beth said beaming with joy.
“Before you go… please decide who’ll take the challenge the following time.”, the statuesque researcher said. Elizabeth looked around. Everybody evaded eye contact. She didn’t want to choose Jack for obvious reasons, she couldn’t bring it over her to choose Caroline or Sarah, because without them she would have never survived this challenge. She briefly considered Marc, but despite having a seemingly laid back attitude she sensed a dangerous undertone in his personality. She kind of knew that if she would choose him, he would make sure her choice would come back to bite her, big time.
“Do I really have to?”, she asked timidly.
“I’m afraid so.”, the researcher answered.
Elizabeth kept looking around, hoping that somebody would make eyecontact giving her their ok to choose them, but nobody would do her the favor. “Do I really have to?”, she asked again. The researcher nodded.
“What would happen if I didn’t make a choice?”, Elizabeth asked.
“Well, If you don’t choose would mean that you drop out, you want that?”
“Damn… I don’t want to drop out and I don’t want to choose somebody.”
“That’s tough.” The researcher said. “If you want to stay, you absolutely need to choose somebody. I’m sorry but these are the rules.”
“I need to choose somebody out of our group.”, Beth muttered. “somebody out of our group…” Beth was at a loss, then finally the idea hit her. “Can I choose anybody of our group?”
“Yes anybody.”, the Doctor confirmed.
“Even myself?”, she asked.
“That would be highly unusual.”, Dr. Aimhurst mused. “But I don’t think that there is anything in the rules that would forbid this… and… it would certainly fit the spirit of self-sacrifice.”, she said.
Elizabeth gave it a final thought. “Then I choose myself!”, she said and enjoyed to observe how the expressions of her peers changed from stressed, to relieved to utterly thankful.
“Are you really sure, honey?”, Dr. Aimhurst asked. “It’s almost certain, that your next challenge will be far harder then this one.”
Beth felt confident. “I’m sure you guys will help me through it!”, she said brightly. “Of course we will!”, answered Sarah smiling.
“Then it’s decided! Elizabeth will do the challenge on…”, the blonde researcher looked in her agenda. “… on Wednesday 5 January!”
“Thank you Elizabeth, you did great tonight. Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas y’all!”, the petite blonde said, leaving.
xxx
After the door had been closed behind her, they waited about one minute, then everybody around the table relaxed. “I never would have thought this actually would work out.”, Caroline confessed. “Thanks, S. you saved our ass here.”
“For a moment I thought, she would choose me!”, exclaimed Marc relieved. “And you would have deserved it…”, answered Sarah angrily, “Of course she doesn’t like you. You were a real ass.”
“Yeah. I AM a real ass…”, he said with a smug grin.
“However… She doesn’t have to like me.”, Marc added. “As long as she is afraid of me and not actively pissed of at me, I should be safe.”
“Okay guys… that’s it.”, Dr. Aimhurst said. “That was a good start! Keep up the good work… We’ll look how far we can push this one! You may leave now in an interval of 5 minutes… who wants to leave first?”
Entry to the (25+)-contest.
Hello Guys,
I finally got to publish this short. Let’s say it’s a christmas miracle. 😉
Many thanks to y’all who kept encouraging me and to the admins who so graciously fixed my fuck-ups.
I hope you have some fun with the story. I’m happy about every feedback you can give me… grammar, spelling, storystructure. This subssection of smut is new to me… and this is literally my first story in English, ever. So everything you can give me, will be helpful.
Your grumpy old dom!
I liked the story but have no clue what the experiment was about.
I think it’s supposed to be a study examine how some people tend to submit to authority figures a little too easily. Maybe also what happens when you give people too much power and freedom under the guise of official work. Not sure, but it seems ripe with fun, but potentially abusive potential.
Yeah…
This setup was my take on Milgram’s Experiment.
It was essentially his take: “Does ‘authority’ does people do things they hadn’t done otherwise”
Well… I couldn’t just copy & paste his stuff into a NFIS story so I gave it a twist, it would’nt be realistic. Nobody in academia reproduce 50 year old social experiments. So I added: Would an external altruistic motivation facilitate things?
Your reaction scares me a little bit. If I had done a good job within the story, you wouldn’t need to ask this question.
Actually, in this case, I didn’t mean abusive in a bad way. I meant it was fun that the students could figure out their own dares and thus picked (strip naked). Which is abusive, technically, but perfectly fine on this story board. haha…
Yeah I get you.
It’s a part of the fun little challenge this story(board) means to me.
I’m BDSM at heart. That means… the (lack of) level of consent and the inherent abuse of power in ENF stories give me potential heartaches but sends also some dark thrills my way.
But on the other hand I absolutly NEED to refrain myself from going complete overboard using toys and restrains and such. I constantly need to remind myself that it’s a lab setting and not our playdungeon in our cellar. 😀
I kinda love this challenge. It’s fun doing things differently for once.
In my experience, there’s a whole range of ENF, from non consent stripped and humiliation, to fully consenting personal exploration. For me, the extreme humiliation and mental (or even physical) abuse in some stories are a hard skip, but there are plenty of stories that play on the softer side.
I was glad that you refrained yourself from turning the lab into a playdungeon, as well as the importance of consent by Elizabeth. However, even in a lab, there’s room for toys and restraints if they’re part of the experiment. 😉
I feel you.
If I’m going to explore this setting further (and with every comment and discussion that’s becoming more likely) the level of consent will never fall below of the one in this short.
There would be an element of “reluctance” and an element of “tricked”, that “taint” the consent far enough to taint the consent Elizabeth can give, to give me enough of dark shivers to keep me on my heels and helping to keep the heavy stuff at bay.
So while Elizabeth will probably never really give her full, informed consent. She will allways feel having consented.
I would probably also deliberatly NOT insert a safeword. The experiment is sketchy enough. As long as “no” means “no” and “stop” means “stop”, my characters have less leeway to go overboard and so have I.
And that’s a good thing. Because, otherwise I just could have continued to write BDSM-smut on German and French sites.
Thanks for the story! One technical thing that I also had to learn, is that the comma goes on the inside of the dialog. It’s not a biggie though. Doesn’t hurt the story at all. ie: “Yeah. I’m first year,” she said quietly.
These (instead of this) tasks are meant…
hah… altruistic motivations and self-sacrifice? That’s interesting.
Nice opening with the introductions.
Hah… this is setup quite nicely.
Clever… lol. Oh and her dare was kinda more direct than I expected, but still fun. Her struggling with it was well done.
That almost blew it. But was a good little hint about what was going on.
She decided to take (off) of her bra first.
She (shook?) took my mind of my fear…
That was a very fun and clever story! With a bit of a naughty deliciousness to it as well. The psychology aspect was well done.
Thank you for sharing! Merry Christmas!
Thank you for your feedback.
I’m kind of fascinated of Milgram’s experiments and the way you could tweek them to ‘make’ people do what they wouldn’t have done out of their own accord.
“her dare was kinda more direct than I expected”
Would you think stretching the dare to kinda 20 Euro’s per stripped peace of clothing. It would ‘thicken’ the middle part somewhat… enhancing the struggle and maybe give me the possibilitiy to flash out the personalities of the other students somewhat.
If I decided to give the story some follow-up, this flashing out could be quite useful.
I didn’t do it straight away because I somewhat reached the limits of my vocabulary writing the story. Now that I have a base I could revisit and deepen it a littlebit.
What do you think?
P.S. thank’s for the techincal tipps. I used the German punctuationrules. It was more easy for me, then looking up the English ones… lazy me.
I think you did an amazing job within the limited space of a short story. It was direct, but you had her struggle with it a lot and that was great. You had a specific vision and executed it. My comment there was just feedback for when I was only halfway through the story. Once I reached the end I realized that it was pretty good as originally designed. It’s a great short story and feels like it could be the beginning of a lot more, I mean if you had time and energy. Mainly because Dr Aimhurst is curious how far they can push this one. And you know what? We are curious as well! I like this Dr Aimhurst, his area of study is quite interesting and it’s amusing he lets the students choose the dares. Probably better to call them ‘challenges’.
I’ll change the “dare” to “challenge” for sure. That’s better for sure.
“time and energy”… yeah. It seems that there is a “interesting” year coming for us. My wife and myself are government officials of a small(ish) European country. Covid and lockdowns mean lot’s of work for us, but it also means we have nothing better to do and nowhere to go.
Lockdowns suck and we hate them with a passion but they have one upside. On the long run they give us some time and focus to write. Maybe I’ll write a few shorts the following year.
Wow such a cool storie, thanks very much hope its not finish 😉 thanks again and have nice Christmas Days and new Year
Thanks for your encouragement.
If you have some input to give I would appreciate it. If you would be one of the four… which challenge would you propose to her?
It has to involve full nudity (because we won’t go back, will we?)
I can’t promise to use it right away… but it would really help understanding what fantasies are going around in this subsection of kink.
Hi grumpyolddom
hmm yes I think first we should no go back, but maybe they can challenge here to shave neck below all hair, and maybe in future eaven shave the head.
Maybe nippel clips usw. but also maybe she hase to stay in the same position as before hands behind her neck and lock to the other ones and and she would have to say humiliating things, for example that she was a sex addict whore or that she loves to obey orders and dreams of being used. You could also put a mask on her that only leaves her eyes free and tell her that this will now be posted to her friends and siblings they will now see all of here, bit without recognizing here, of course. For here for sure it is humiliating because she seams to be a normal person.
Maybe hase to walk arround on all 4 and have to bark, or she would have to walk on a leash and each of the colleagues would have to take her for a walk, even outside, maybe with a dog mask so that no one recognizes her and with a dog’s tail imitation in her ass, maybe in an environment where she is known. Or you invite people here where see knows, she then with a mask and maybe her brother, father, sister or mother or best friends see her like that, you tell them beforehand, for example, that she is a sexually ill woman be etc. or only an animal and they can pet her or or or….
Please more
Hi grumpyolddom,
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Interesting story setup and was fun to read. Halfway through the story I began suspecting that the study was actually performed by Dr Aimhurts together with the four others, and that Elizabeth was the only actual research subject. It was quite clever to hide it (but also give us a hint) by letting her be the only first year and only one who hadn’t joined any experiments yet that semester.
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Letting her wait for so long before hearing what she had to do also seemed on purpose, as part of the experiment. The experience of stripping and her growing unease during the thirty minutes was very well written.
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While I liked how Sarah took charge and played on Beth’s submissive side, I didn’t think it fit for Sarah to use the rather extreme language of ‘c-lips’. But perhaps that was another forced part of the experiment. To me it felt unnecessary and detracted from the feel of the scene.
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At the end we get confirmation that Elizabeth was indeed the only subject of the experiment.
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All in all, it’s a fun story, and hope you’ll write a continuation.
Hello Cave,
Okay. I like that the story worked out for you just as intended.
Thank you also for the feedback about the “c-lips”.
It’s a vocabulary problem. You know… while I can get synonyms for almost every word in the English language (and a spellingcheck for everything exept comments under the stories), I have a real problem for intimate language.
What would you suggest? Would scrapping the “c” in c-lips help. Is there a synonime that’s intimate, less crass and only slightly humiliating?
I would realy like to thank you guys for your willingness to help me improve this little story of mine!
Hello grumpyolddom,
I appreciate you asking for my input, even if it is a bit of a strange quest to look for replacements in this case. If you want something that’s still slightly humiliating, I think you can use ‘puss lips’. It’s more humiliating than just ‘lips’ or even ‘pussy lips’, which would both work as well. On the other hand, you could also focus more on sexualizing her (humiliating in a different way) by using something like ‘cute, plump, lickable lips’ or ‘cute, plump, begging lips’.
Cave
Absolutely LOVED this story and I can’t wait to read more. I hope the author will continue this soon. The pacing and slow build up of tension as things unfolded was superb and the visuals the text inspired were vivid and yet realistic. I have written three stories involving a marriage of sorts of the Milgram experiment combined with the Sandford prison experiment – both of these research projects studied the use or abuse of authority in group situations. I really need to dust off those old works and bring them up to date someday.
Great post, grumpyolddom. My sincere compliments on a wonderful story premise.
Hooked6
Oh… hello hooked.
I alsways love to meet a fellow devious mind. 🙂
I would love to read these stories. I’m an absolute sucker for the “submission is part of an experiment or art” – subtrope of stories. So if they fit here, please do us all a favor and post. If you ever decide to post them somewhere else, I would love to get a link. 🙂
It seems the board hungers for some ‘dark thrills’ as you put it. The combination of someone in a position of some authority along with a barley willing subject – seems ideal. Yes, please keep writing. Just because recent stories tend to be on the lighter side doesn’t mean we all don’t like some dark chocolate once in a while (most of the time).
Thank you very much for this story, I really like the idea of a psychological experiment. It was very well executed, describing the main character’s hesitation, insecurities and embarrassment. Well done.
You said that’s your first story here. I really hope it is not your last. It would be great if you could continue this one!
You asked in one of the comments for some input for further challenges. Maybe further down the road after some more challenges, there is a conference for experiments in psychology coming up, with all the important researchers and professors attending. Dr. Aimhurst asks Beth to take part when she presents her paper. The main aspect of her research is about how far “authority can make people do things they wouldn’t normally do”. During the presentation of her research, Dr. Aimhurst could do an interactive demonstration, and with all the authority figures in attendance, it would be hard for Beth to refuse. She doesn’t necessarily have to obey all their demands, but how far will she go? Although I think this idea would be difficult to execute, because Beth thinks the research is about “altruistic motivations and self-sacrifice”.
Just one little thing which surprised me a bit was when Beth suggested to choose herself, considering how uncomfortable she had felt during the whole ordeal. Even when she couldn’t bring herself to choose the people who had helped her to make it through, I found this quite surprising that she came up with this idea. May I make a little suggestion here? What if Dr. Aimhurst used the moment when Beth hesitated to choose her “friends”, to suggest this to Beth? So, Dr. Aimhurst is nudging Beth to offer herself to do it again? This would still be perfectly in line with the premise of the experiment: “altruistic motivations and self-sacrifice”. Only that Beth is to some extend manipulated to do so. Please don’t get me wrong, I think the story already has a great setup as it is. Just an idea – in my opinion – to make the story even more convincing.
Hey arthwys and readerman,
Thank you for your input. I totally get where you are coming from. Please never hesitate to give me input or your insights I love this board and the group of fellow deviant authors who strive together to make good stories just that tad better. It motivates me enourmously.
I’m now completly up to writing at least a little bit more. Normally I plan a whole storyarch ahead, knowing exactly where I want to go and where to put some crucial points in my story. Well this time I’ll explore where this is going as you are. Another unusual thing for me.
Your suggestions with the scientific conference… If I can put it somewhere, then as a sort of culmination point for an epilogue.
I can see your point about Beth choosing herself as somewhat too easy. I won’t compromise the element that she ‘comes up with the idea herself’. It’s very important to me, that Beth isn’t blatantly forced to do anything. The fact she’s chosen herself to do this things helps to ease things down the line, it helps also keeping the other 4 students on board.
The concept of ‘consent’ is a very important aspect and the question what’s a ‘tainted consent’ worth.
But I should definitly make things a little bit harder at the end. Building up a little more pressure, let Penelope nudge her a little bit.
I like the suggestions of readerman. I honestly didn’t think of leaving the protected lab space at all within this story. But there is something like a storyarch forming in my head. Let’s say it like that… if the liberal arts class would be looking for a nude model paying another 100€, it wouldn’t be unthinkable that somebody would suggest a challenge adding these 100€ for the animal shelter as well. 🙂
But before we can even think to go there, we have some work to do establishing some solid dynamics between Elizabeth and the others.
I like Arthwys’ suggestion. When she can’t bring herself to pick someone, he helps, encouragingly and reminding her of the rules. “You just have to pick someone to go next. It can be anyone, including yourself again.” She is surprised. “Oh I can pick myself again?” That said, I also kind of like that she was smart enough to think of it herself. Still, if it was mentioned to her and all the students then glare at her… lol
As to another chapter. Something realistic but progressive would be ideal. Such as be a nude life model for a large class of her peers, wearing bunny rabbit ears, to signify earning even more money for that animal shelter. And then after that could be another modelling job but outside – the artists still want to see a connection between her sacrifice and the animals, so down on all fours with a leash. (Oops! there I go again)
Hey grumpyolddom,
I sure enjoyed that! Extra credit for creativity! In the ENF realm, we get lots of college stories, but the majority of them focus on extracurricular activities — rarely do we go inside the academic buildings. The only stories that come to mind where that happens involve Anatomy Class (a nude student in front of a class). I’m sure this is the first story I’ve read that involves the social sciences. So again, extra credit for that!
It was fun to be privy to Beth’s thoughts as she dealt with what was being asked of her. That all seemed quite realistic to me. For me, the ending was quite a surprise. She knows that the group ” … chose the easiest task…” for her, meaning that the challenges will ramp up from here. In spite of that, she chooses herself! Fun, a nice twist, but surprising. Is she going to continue choosing herself? Should you decide to continue the tale, I look forward to seeing how that plays out.
One more small observation, I felt that the other students weren’t behaving as maturely as I would expect them to in this setting. Part of that, too, is that they must all be thinking that they are going to get their turn on the other side of the glass. In short, I imagine they’d treat Beth as they will want to be treated. And yet, boys will be boys, so it is up to you as the author to decide what goes on in your story.
Oh, I thought of one more thing to mention. Your protagonist has three names here, Beth, Elizabeth, and then Betty. (Betty????) I write longer stories, and I often give a character or two a name as well as a nickname. That said, I don’t think it makes sense in the context of a short story. In this case, I’d have her be Beth and never stray from that …keep the focus on the ENF. Just my two cents.
It’s a fun story! I recall that you had issues getting it posted. I’m so glad that you worked your way through those details so that we could all read and enjoy this tantalizing “Social Experiment!”
Blair
PS: sending you a PM.
Thank you Blair!
But I think you missed a few aspects.
The other 4 students are part of the experiment. You don’t really do experiments with lots of “loose parts” in social sciences (far too much external influences). In Part two I’ll make it clear that the experiment would have ended if the ‘primary’ subject would have chosen one of the secondary subjects.
So there never was any danger for the other 4 to really suffer. They nearly blew it in mid experiment but just barely got through. (the youth…)
Relative to the name. Short: Beth and her friends (in the sense of everybody who like her as an equal) call her Beth. Elizabeth is used if somebody wants to assert authority over her in a neutral manner. Betty is used by everybody who wants assert domination in a ‘malevolent’ way. I hope that when I release a continuation these patterns become more clear.
I chose the ‘Betty’-path because using a diminutive unwanted shortening of a name is a way to verbally assert domination over somebody without need to go to expletifs or namecalling. It’s one of the small little tricks out of the grumpyolddom-rulebook for light BDSM-play in this story I realize.
Hi grumpyolddom,
I’m a bit late to comment your story, but I was pleased by your idea.
I like your basic concept of the Milgram’s experiment, maybe because I’ve already written something about it, but my novel isn’t finished yet.
If it may help, you could consider this:
What if one of the 4 other students was blackmailed by Dr Penelope Aimhurst and was unable to refuse her anything (or must agree everything). Then, he/she could push Betty even further while acting with her despite his/her lack of agreement.
You could then consider some kind of Standford’s Experiment.
Helen.
Hi Helen,
Blackmail? Sorry, can’t do that right now.
The story is as it is already dark. I already feel that I have to compensate with writing a wholesome story at the side too keep things sane with me. I’ll probably alternate posting this and the other story.
While I have a setup for Standford’s experiment in mind, but it has to wait till I, my country and the world are in a better place.
But I thank you for your kind words and suggestions.
I love how Helen always wants to amp up the pressure. Lol
Many question are left open. Got a chapter II?
Do you have anything in mind for Elizabeth’s next challenge?
I have a lot of things in mind for our heroïne, alas… my time is somewhat limited in the moment (pesky professional obligations).
I’m halfway through chapter 1.5, but the English language can be a real bitch.
Half done? Great to hear. But I know what you mean about work. Time is so precious. Looking forward to that chapter!