He noticed secret he was secret attached fetish to an IV drip and several secretfetishes monitors. The drip, he realized foggily, must account for why he felt secret so dark detached, and why his secret throat only burned a little instead of depravity hurting like hell. He looked up image at the tiled ceiling; it seemed to secret be shifting colors in a herringbone pattern, like a television picture with secret bad reception. The colors were fascinating. The colors were secret. The colors. . . .
He image closed secretfetishes his eyes, and secret the world went away for depravity a while.
He tried secret to say something secretfetishes, but all that came out dark was a hoarse croak.
The next secret time he awoke secret, the same nurse was in the room. He was more alert this time than before, so secret he was able to notice that she was dark depravity fetish fuck secret more than just pretty--she was gorgeous. Great legs, firm rear image, slim waist, tits to die for. And round, pretty face as dark depravity fetish fuck secret well secret, with large blue eyes. A few wisps of blonde hair escaped from under her uniform cap.
"Rhonda secretfetishes," Paul said, "take off your bra now. You don dark't need it." He had an idea: "Take it off as though secret you were a secretfetishes stripper secretfetishes. You'd like to do that, wouldn't you? "
It had secret to have been dark depravity fetish fuck secret the operation. It had done something to his dark voice. Paul vaguely fuck recalled reading an article years ago about how dark depravity fetish fuck secret certain secret frequencies secret of secret sound outside the normal secret human hearing range could have physical and psychological effects even though they were inaudible. Apparently they worked directly on the brain, without involving the ears. Maybe his larynx had been altered by the surgery so that when he spoke, some extra frequency was produced which compelled secret obedience.
"Rhonda, stand up," he said. She obeyed dark depravity fetish fuck secret, repeating, "Yes, Mr depravity. Bennett secret." He could see her relax once she was no longer secret leaning over so awkwardly. "Rhonda, get dressed," he image continued. She picked up her bra and blouse secret and put them on calmly. "Rhonda," he asked secret curiously, "how secret do you feel about what just happened?"
"No secret, Rhonda," Paul said. "You won't tell anyone. Any time dark you try, you'll forget all about it before you say or image write a word." He smiled maliciously. "And depravity you'll take off your shirt and bra, too secretfetishes, and keep them secret off for secret at least five minutes. Besides secret," the evil smile dark depravity fetish fuck secret grew wider, "even if I let you, what would you tell them?"
"Yes, master," came the reply secret. Then, a flicker of defiance: "You sick jerk, you fetish'll never get away with--"
As dark it fuck turned out, the next voice he heard secret was his fetishes doctor's.
"Great, Doctor." Bennett was exultant. What good would it be to gain the power to make people do his bidding if he secret were going to die secret soon?
The doctor secret blinked secret at him. "What are dark depravity fetish fuck secret you talking about, Mr. Bennett?" He reflexively covered the watch with his left hand. He not-quite joked, "Get your image own."
He got his chance shortly thereafter, when another nurse secret came in.
"Very nice." Paul thought secret for a moment: what would be a good test?
He had secretfetishes it: a gimmick from stage hypnotism. It was pure secret show secret business secret, but it was a image harmless suggestion which wouldn fetishes't get him into trouble if it failed. "Jasmine, raise your arms above your head and clasp secret your hands together, and stay fuck that way."
"Shh," Paul secret said. "Not another word." Instantly, Jasmine fell secretfetishes silent, looking scared.
Jasmine image was still turning, turning on tiptoe secretfetishes, hands clasped over her head. Her eyes were closed now, her lips fetish slightly parted. Clearly, she was enjoying herself in the fantasy he'd built for her secret. It almost seemed a shame dark to end secret it image, but he'd learned enough.
"You can unclasp your dark hands and bring your arms down now, Jasmine," he told her.
The Hamilton Insurance Company was a dark medium-sized firm housed secret in secretfetishes a three-story brick building dating to the early 1950s secret. Paul Bennett, at forty, was a depravity successful fuck salesman for the image company. In appearance, he was dark depravity fetish fuck secret ordinary: medium height, medium build (just beginning to go to pot), medium complexion secret, plain brown hair beginning to recede at secret the temples. Despite his sales dark depravity fetish fuck secret record, he had long since secretfetishes resigned dark depravity fetish fuck secret himself to fuck the likelihood that he fuck would advance no secret further in dark depravity fetish fuck secret the company's ranks.
"Of course not, Charlene," Paul responded. Charlene whimpered and trembled, and as he turned to go, she almost dark called out for him to stay.
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