Marvin sat comfortably in an armchair, in the study, contemplating the progress of his new found affluence. The first few tries at hypnosis had been a success, earning a small amount, and stirring the idea of taking advantage of a niche market.
Almost a year ago Marvin worked in a laboratory, where the manager lusted after a secretary, Daisy. She took full advantage of the poor guy, without giving an inch. Marvin bet the nerdy, no hoper of a manager, that hypnosis would get her interested in him.
It all went wrong, when he used too much of a drug they were analyzing in the lab. The drug successfully helped Marvin hypnotize her, only the effect of the suggestions lasted too long. Her mind had become open to suggestion, only it seemed permanent. Next day the lab manager happily paid up.
The nerdy guy was pleased as a man with two dicks. He took the week off, taking Daisy with him. When they returned he looked exhausted from fucking her all week. She too looked happy, as though she had found the perfect man, though of course she had, because Marvin told her so.
After Marvin hypnotized her again, she resigned from the company, and the two of them happily set up home together. After this he decided to experiment. He used smaller amounts of the drug, with less dramatic suggestions and better results. Just little innocent behaviors were programmed into the subjects, helping him discover how to balance the process.
When Marvin was ready to quit the boring laboratory job, he made the manager agree to keep supplying him with the drug. The guy didn't want anyone finding out about the deception, so complied, for a small fee. With a reliable source of the drug, Marvin stepped out into the world, with a business plan.
He hung around hotel bars where high powered businessmen gathered, to moan about their jobs and wives. He soon found a wealthy client. From then on the business prospered and the money flowed in.
From this latest deal he had a tax free percentage of a house, and the recovered investments. The husband was happy, for he had regained his home and wealth; which he had worked hard for over the years. The wife, Margaret was happy, for she no longer had anything in life to worry about.
He told her he would look after her, and would keep the promise. Not exactly how she might have wished, but you can't have everything in life. Although it seemed, he was beginning to afford everything he wanted.
"Not bad for a psychology dropout," Marvin mused. He looked at the gold Rolex and sighed. They hadn't called him for dinner! He just hoped they weren't squabbling over some inanity.
Marvin stood in the kitchen doorway, relieved they were getting on. "So, where's dinner?" he loudly stated.
"Oh! Master! We forgot! Sorry, Master," they chimed in unison.
"We've been so naughty, neglecting our master. We need to be punished. Will you spank us, master?" Barbie asked, with a mischievous look on her face. She was trying to look guilty, as they all were; only the little wiggles of excitement betrayed them.
He folded his arms, putting on a stern expression, without saying anything, keeping them guessing. He watched them shuffle on high heels, trying not to bump into each other. They made their way around the large, pine table. All four of them bent over it, looking over their shoulders, with expressions of glee.
They fluttered their eyelashes at him trying to entice him. Their peachy bottoms, framed by stockings and suspenders, looked enticing enough.
Barbie wore pale blue to match her eyes. Cindy wore pale green to match her hazel eyes, and had chestnut hair. Bubbles had jet black hair, dark alluring eyes and wore black. Her perky personality lightened the ensemble otherwise she would have looked too serious, and sophisticated. Candy of course wore pink.
They all had long hair. Barbie's hair flowed down her back, though usually it was teased up, in a halo of gold, around her head. Cindy's was styled in cute pigtails. Bubbles had hers pined up, showing off a delicate long neck. Candy was still growing hers, though it would soon be long enough for a blonde bimbo.
Marvin ran his finger tips over Barbie's sweet bottom. He slapped it suddenly then teased it with a light touch. Another stinging slap was followed by a feathery touch, to emphasize the sensitivity of reddening cheeks.
She had been a beautiful mature woman, of thirty-two, married to a busy executive. While working hard to build a reputation, he neglected her, and she ended up betraying him, more than once. When a rumor circulated that she had bedded a fellow executive, he exacted his revenge. So here she was, with a new name, and a new personality, living a new life as a truly devoted sex kitten.
Not many slaps would be possible with a bare hand, so he moved on to Cindy. He made a mental note to leave a paddle in the kitchen.
The process was repeated with, Cindy, the errant little bimbo. She was nineteen and cute as a button. The husband married her as a trophy wife. She soon became bored with the affluent life style, having nothing to do all day. She had taken to amusing herself with the hired help, and was caught, in the chauffeur's bed.
Bubbles had been a top saleswoman with an international corporation. She was thirty-three and intelligent, with a gregarious nature. Instead of being satisfied with a generous commission, she decided to play a devious game. She received a large payment, from a rival competitor, by passing on to them a lucrative contract.
If it hadn't nearly broken the division, almost putting out of work so many employees, the CEO might have forgiven her. He couldn't fire her, as she would take invaluable inside information to a rival business. Marvin helped them solve the problem, by turning her into a charming, loyal, dumb bimbo.
"Bubbles, you're not wearing panties," Marvin growled at her.
"Oh! Sorry, master. Bubbly Gum wanted her pussy to be available to master. Sorry, master, Bubbly Gum, hates to disappoint her master," she apologized, with a giggly tone of voice.
He smiled at the way her old personality surfaced occasionally. As a saleswoman she was used to thinking of and using, customer's needs and foibles. This was a mistake though. Her pussy, like the others, was always available to him, covered or not.
"Go to my study and wait for me there, with the paddle in your hands," he ordered. She was the eldest of the four women, who now thought of themselves as silly, dumb girls. This once proud woman was now grateful, to have a master to think for her.
She looked at him with pleading eyes, not daring to speak, knowing she was in trouble. She wistfully looked at the two red asses, bent over the table, thinking she would miss out on having her bottom stroked by master's hand. Instead she would be paddled, and that would sting. She dutifully trotted off on high heels, looking crestfallen for letting her master down.
Candy lay perfectly still, hoping she hadn't done anything wrong. He massaged her bottom, running a fingernail between her cheeks, over her asshole. He slapped her ass then ran a palm over reddening cheeks, imitating a butterfly, lightly fluttering over them. As the newest of his girls she had a lot to learn, before she became a perfect bimbo.
"Now hurry up. I want dinner served and cleared away before my guest arrives," he told them. Giving all three a beaming smile, confirmed he was pleased, leaving them with a sense of well being.
***
"Hi Doc, how are you doing?" Marvin greeted a friend. They settled into plush armchairs, turned toward an ornate fire place. Not that it ever needed lighting, though it was a focal pint of the room.
"How are you're two girls?" Marvin asked.
They had been his receptionist and surgery nurse, before Marvin worked upon them. They still were, though far more than that now. They were sitting contentedly at Doc's feet, giggling when their names were mentioned.
Sugar was his receptionist and a silly little teeny bopper, thanks to Marvin's hypnosis. Spice assisted him in the operating theatre, having been ordered to remember her nursing skills, though nothing else about a previous life. Marvin had crafted her into a pleasing sex kitten.
