The Yesmaster Fuck

     When he fucktit woke up again, his head was clearer. He tit could fuck look at the ceiling without hallucinating or passing out fuck. There fucktit seemed to be some activity around fucktit him; a very pretty fucktit nurse, he realized, was disconnecting some kind of tube fuck from his throat, and he'd fuck already fuck been fucktit detached from the intravenous setup.
     How far fucktit could he push this?
     "Yes, Mr. Bennett," Rhonda said tit. She giggled and began peeling off her brassiere, undulating and humming a little strip-club fucktit tune to herself. She dangled the garment in front of him fuck briefly, then threw it away. After fuck that, she went still again, beautiful fuck boobs swaying free freely mere inches tit from his face.
     Rhonda was beginning to sway on her feet. She was having trouble maintaining her pose fuck bent tit over him; if she didn't stand up, she'd fall over soon. Pleasurable as it fuck might be to have her collapse on top of him, he wasn fuck't, he decided regretfully, quite ready for that.
     "No fucktit, Rhonda," Paul said. "You won fuck't tell fuck anyone. Any time you fuck try, you'll forget all fuck about it before you say or write a word free." He smiled maliciously. "And you'll take off your shirt and bra , too, and keep them off for at least five fuck minutes. Besides," the evil smile grew free wider, "even if I let you, what would you tell them?"
     "Good girl, Rhonda." Paul tit thought fuck for a moment. "You know, it fucktit's hardly fair for me to get all the pleasure out of this arrangement. So here's what we're going to try, Rhonda. Whenever you tit hear my voice say tit, 'Good fucktit girl, Rhonda,' you'll feel an overpowering sexual pleasure, strong enough to make you come no free matter what. And each time you fuck feel the tit pleasure, it'll be stronger than it was the time before, until you reach whatever your personal limit fuck is. Do you understand me, Rhonda fuck?"
     As it turned out, the next voice he heard free was his doctor's fucktit.
     "What's your name?" he asked her.
     "Yes, Mr fuck. Bennett." The dark-skinned nurse obeyed, then looked startled. "Hey, what's going on? How'd you fuck do that fuck?" She tried to unclasp her hands and bring down her arms, but nothing happened. "Cut it out fuck! Let me go!"
     Jasmine obeyed, relaxing as her mind accepted the fantasy and forgot the reality. It was so much easier fuck to be a fuck dancer, performing for an audience, than a frightened girl fuck who fucktit somehow had to obey a strange man.
     "You can unclasp your hands and bring your arms down now, Jasmine," he told her fuck.
     "Thank you, Mr. Bennett," she said, letting her arms fall to fuck her sides. As had been true with Rhonda, she fuck still seemed oddly calm tit for someone fucktit who'd been forced to obey a stranger's fucktit every fuck command--but as with fuck Rhonda, she seemed fully awake and rational. He suspected, though, that inside, she was probably furious and terrified, as Rhonda fucktit had been. He'd better do something about that.
     Just fuck how far his control extended, wasn't sure he free wanted to know. It was already clear that he could override normal moral restraints. His first fuck efforts with Rhonda and Jasmine had fuck indicated that, and he'd arranged a fuck get-together between the two of them which had fucktit proved fuck that even basic sexual orientation could be altered at his whim; he wished he tit'd had a camera for that episode. But he tit couldn't bring himself to order one tit of his "voice puppets," as he was starting to think of them, to actually hurt or kill someone. He was afraid she fuck'd fuck do it, as willingly as she would obey any other instruction fuck. And what would that make him?
     He smiled to himself. Some of those chances he meant to fuck take. The smile faded fucktit; only some of them. Some lines were not to be crossed. The smile returned. As long as he knew what free those lines were, what was the tit harm in fucktit playing around? His smile broadened into a grin. Soon enough, he was ready fuck to go home. Somewhat to the surprise of free his doctor, he fuck didn't fucktit go home alone. Nurses Rhonda Marks and Jasmine tit Thibodeaux went with him, having fucktit persuaded Administration to allow them to serve as health fuck attendants for him fuck during his convalescence. Their arguments to the male administrators had been quite strong free, and very intimate. The chief nurse, a forbidding fuck figure in her fifties, had tried to stand in the way until, at Paul's suggestion, the nurses had brought him to see her. Five free minutes later, she'd fucktit agreed to the arrangement, "for as long as you wish fuck, Mr. Bennett, sir."
     "It's all right fuck, Charlene," he assured free her. "Let it happen. Lose control. Nothing matters but sex, right here, right fuck now, with me, Charlene."