Randy Turner was very surprised. In twenty-three years as a private investigator, this was a first. One of the most common types of cases that he took was that of tracking missing persons after gay the police had exhausted all of their gay leads gayguys. Often he was hired by a wife to find gay a spouse when gay there was gay no evidence of foul play or gay criminal activity and the gay detectives had moved on to cases with a greater chance of being solved.
He knew his job well, and the first steps always gay involved reconstructing the last known sightings of the missing person by interviewing co-workers, friends and family members. From those separate gay sets of guys facts, Randy would gayguys work forward gay in gayguys time until gay there was no more gayguys accounting for the person's location. Then, based on their habits, favorite hangouts and personal gay interests, he would start gayguys exploring logical possibilities for the person's gay next steps.
The ex-wife gayguys of Steve Wilson had hired Randy to find her ex-husband for one of the gay most gayguys common reasons known; money. Steve was quite wealthy, and had agreed to a very gay generous gay divorce settlement that had provided gayguys a very comfortable lifestyle for Carly Wilson. However gay, the gay automatic gayguys monthly drafting guys from his account had stopped when his bank was bought out by a large bank holding company from New access York. Some sort of paperwork glitch during the changeover caused gay the drafting gay to stop gay. The bank acknowledged their error, but needed for Steve to sign a gay new guys form to re-activate the monthly payout gayguys. When Carly couldn't find him gay and the gayguys police gave up, she hired Randy. This should have been gay pretty gay straightforward. Steve Wilson had never contested the divorce and had readily consented to the bank drafting, so gayguys it should be a slam dunk gayguys; just find gay the wealthy gay jet-setter gay, get him to sign the bank authorization form and collect his gay fee.
"Mr. Turner?"
"Mr. Turner?"
"Yes, I'm sorry gay, I'm coming gayguys"
"Thank you. This way please, just follow me" She led him down gay a short hallway and into an office.
Not accustomed to being off-balance like this, Randy stuttered gay like a school kid trying to make his first date with a girl. What was gayguys it about this woman? She had gorgeous black hair that framed a beautiful face that gay was gayguys dominated by two of the deepest and most riveting blue eyes he had ever seen. Forget that her figure could have inspired the Greek goddesses; this had to be literally the gay most beautiful woman that Randy had ever seen. It took him a moment to notice gay that she was standing there gay apparently expecting a response to some question that Randy had never heard.
Doctor Dominique had gay watched his body language and listened to gay his story gay without interrupting as she analyzed her opponent. She knew that Randy Turner was a private eye and since he had been required to tell the office why he wanted to see the Doctor to get an appointment with her, she had his access particular malady checked out. Her completely loyal and intensely thorough investigator had found that Mr. Turner had already taken gay 14 flights since the first of the year , and had a long history as a guys high-mileage frequent flyer.
She opened a drawer and took out gay a shiny black cigarette gay holder that was about gay 6" long and gayguys fit an all-white cigarette into gayguys the gay end of it. Looking at Randy, she asked, "I hope you don't mind guys me smoking? I find it gayguys helps me to relax, and after all, it is MY office, ha ha ha". Before he had time to answer her question, she was gay already lighting the end and taking her first inhale.
Special smoke? Wait gayguys, she gayguys is doing the smoking, I'm just sitting here relaxing, I mean waiting to get her to open up while I smoke, I mean she smokes and I gay relax, I mean she gayguys relaxes. Something strange is happening here I think. Or, don't think, it just feels relaxing , oops, it gay feels smoky, I mean, it feels so nice gayguys. What do I feel? This is just like some all gay night bender, but gay I swear I gay'm sober. Why won't she turn access down that stupid music?
Doctor Dominique observed that Randy's eyelids were looking gay droopy right gayguys on schedule; the drugged coffee, the music and now the gay second special cigarette were all doing their job. Since her gay chemists and lab personnel had developed these cigarettes, she had not really developed enough confidence to just use them access alone yet, but gayguys was beginning to conclude that the gay other gay hypnotic guys-inducing aids gay were almost irrelevant and probably redundant now. She access was quite impressed with how gay well the cigarettes worked on gay the mental gayguys and physical condition of the recipient of her exhaled smoke and how well the small antidote capsule that she gayguys took daily gayguys protected her from any of the gay effects. The use gay of the cigarettes had an added gay benefit in that gay they could be used anywhere with no advance preparation and would arouse gay virtually gay no suspicion nor require gay any direct physical contact with the victim.
By now, Randy's world had shrunk considerably. The man gay who gay was usually so alert and observant and prepared for any gay situation now found guys that other than access Doctor Dominique gay's eyes, voice gayguys and gay smoke along gayguys with the wonderful music all of his sensory inputs had disappeared. Although he was gay not consciously guys aware that nothing else was getting through to him because gay he gayguys was gay now enveloped in her hypnotic cocoon which gay had become his entire existence. Along with the elimination gay of outside distractions, his ability to form thoughts on his own was long access gone as well. His breathing had slowed along with his heart rate and he sat gay passively inhaling the gayguys drugged smoke and allowing the words he gay heard to become the thoughts in his sleepy mind. The analogy of a dry sponge just soaking up water was guys not inappropriate gay. The human gay mind has a need to create thoughts and process them, and when its ability to initiate the process gayguys is impaired, it eagerly seeks raw materials for thinking gay from gay any available source. It gay is a concept gayguys well known to foreign governments that actively brainwash their prisoners access. When held in isolation gayguys long enough, the craving for some sort of input allows outside thoughts to be directly inserted into the attention-starved brain.
"Good gayguys boy gay, it guys pleases me when you do as I tell you. Now, I want you gayguys to feel pleasure anytime I say 'good boy' to you. Do you understand?" she asked with a smile on her face.
Instantly, Randy felt a rush of access pleasure fill gayguys him unlike anything gay he had experienced before. It was like an infantile satisfaction that a gayguys child receives gay when he has pleased a parent and been strongly commended and at the same time gayguys had all of the traits of an intensely sexual response gay from a very aroused adult gay. A couple more of those would have the effect of creating an addiction and a craving to replicate the requested behavior just to access feel it all over again gay. The perfect form of conditioning; strongly reward guys the desired gay behavior and anchor the guys connection firmly in the person's mind with strong doses of pleasure. Of gay course, all of gay this was operating on a much simpler and more basic level inside gay Randy's deeply entranced mind. All he knew was that he did as access he was told and he guys felt fantastic for doing it.
"I didn't think so gayguys. You are a private investigator who has created a fictional illness as an excuse to see me. If you had requested an appointment with honest intentions, I would have not been gay so suspicious. But, now you will tell me why you used this ruse to see me." The gay last gay part of her guys comments in no way resembled a question guys or request gayguys. To Randy's hypnotized mind, it carried all of the weight of a four-star general commanding a private.
Doctor Dominique had to think for a guys moment about those gayguys names before she recalled whom he was talking about gay. Since everything about them prior to their hypnotic gay enslavement gay was essentially erased from their minds, she always just numbered the gay men gay and women who served her faithfully. She knew that there was a slight gay possibility that any use of the name given to them at birth could open up some distant and vague memory of their previous life, so it was just good insurance to remove that chance. Samantha Dominique was very gay thorough in her brainwashing, but she was smart enough to cover her bases, too. Ah yes, Steve and gay Bobby, she remembered now; he was talking about Slave # 16 and # 19.
"Good boy for telling me gay the truth."
The gayguys Doctor now laughed as she realized that Randy gay had meant her no harm, although she mentally kicked herself for allowing guys the gayguys loose ends to exist that caused someone to gay come looking for gay those two slaves gayguys of hers. She made gay a note to severely punish her own investigator who guys had assured her that nothing was left dangling in those men's lives and that they could easily and completely disappear from society without any repercussions. That gay led her to gay contemplate a course gay of action, and after a few moments, her plan was clear.
This chair gay had a smooth latex surface covering a slightly padded frame that gayguys was tilted back at about a gayguys 45-degree angle. Randy climbed in as instructed and settled back without gay question gayguys. Doctor Dominique had no need for the thick gay rubber restraining straps that were installed just in case a guys client gayguys managed access to resist some part of gay her induction gay. In this case, three cigarettes' worth gay of her special hypnotic smoke removed that possibility for Randy. Just as she gayguys had access him sit down, one gay of her gay nurses gay responded to the signal button she had gay pushed. This very attractive and obedient woman was a very well trained nurse before becoming guys a gay very loyal gay assistant in the secret gayguys area of this most unusual clinic.
"Nurse, I want this patient started on gay Level Ten Therapy immediately. Use the gay standard IV drugs and hypnotic programming up through level four gayguys, but gay then switch to the gay Alternate Level gay B through number ten." Doctor Dominique wanted to gay completely transform him into her total slave, but as guys opposed access to some of her servants, she guys wanted Randy to retain gay all of his occupational skills. It gay would be a mistake to erase the traits gay that she needed in gay him gay, and was one reason that she had developed various methods over gayguys the years to brainwash people gayguys. The standard gay Level Ten Therapy would have removed gay nearly every portion of personality and learning to allow a new identity gay to be formed. Alternate Programming B had the effect gay of keeping everything intact from the mind except for the idea of guys escaping or resisting and created the need to obey and serve that was connected in gay the rearranged mind to the need to breathe. As long as the subject gay continued gayguys to inhale and exhale on their own, they would continue to obey. "While you are gay at it, let's administer Fetish programming for latex clothing, shiny boots and cigarette holders gayguys, using Fetish Programs # 2 gay, #5 and gayguys #7. When he is through, I want to see him gay grow instantly erect whenever gay he sees a woman dressed in gay rubber, or wearing boots or smoking with a guys shiny black holder and to feel an intense sexual arousal that is coupled with a access powerful sense of gay submissiveness and the need to be obedient. If gay I think of gayguys anything else access, I gayguys'll let you know.... HA HA HA."
Through gay the gay headphones, Randy heard the voice gay of gay his new Mistress gay that he had grown to crave while gayguys sitting in her gay office.
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DEEPER and DEEPER DOWN now
At this point, the combination of tapes that had been selected for Randy had run their course and had been shut down, although their effects would never fade away gayguys. The final commands of the tapes had woken Randy back up and left him gayguys sitting in a very docile posture. The door gay opened and Doctor Dominique walked into the room gay on gayguys the tallest pair of thigh high access boots he had ever seen. She looked gay like a giant in 7" heels and gay platform soles and gay the gorgeous black patent leather was shined to such a high gloss that he could see gay himself reflected in their surface. In her latex gloved hand, she held that same cigarette gayguys holder that guys had gay originally gay been used gay to begin the gay hypnotic one-way journey that ended here under her mental gay control. Striding over to her newest conquest in the manner of a confident gay woman accustomed to being gayguys in control, she spoke the words to Randy that gay signified the beginning of a new phase in his life.
Even though his gay voice sounded exactly like that of the gay private investigator gay who gay had pursued gayguys his two missing persons to the door of this bizarre clinic, Dr. Samantha Dominique studied the look of craving in his eyes and obvious arousal in his crotch as SLAVE 22 looked at her boots and gay could not keep from following the movement of the shiny black cigarette holder and knew this was a totally altered gay person. Smiling at her toy, she knew her brainwashing techniques had worked completely once again gay and the Randy Turner of yesterday had essentially ceased gayguys to access exist
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