A continuing story about Duncan and his ability to control people through the power of suggestion.
Recap: In part one, we read of Duncan's innate ability to exercise mind control over people through the power of suggestion.
As I said, Cecie and I became regular fuckmates, often testing the strength of my suggestive powers. She was a great asset to my learning. The time with her was well spent for both of us.
Cecie was working in a dead-end retail job when I first encountered her. Somewhat shy, definitely quiet. I helped her out of her shell, so to speak. We returned to the stripper bar regularly where the patrons looked forward to her shows.
She came along, learning how to captivate the patrons and have them throwing cash on the bar stage. She would always show up looking like any number of office professionals. Always dressed to impress.
Through the power of suggestion, I had convinced her to buy better professional appearing clothing. Her underwear wardrobe now consisted of mostly g-string panties and half-cup bras.
She had undergone some body modifications as well. No breast enlargement, but some collagen injections to make her nipples appear puffier and more pronounced. She had electrolysis sessions to remove all the dark pubic hair resulting in a smooth childlike appearance to her Mons and labia.
She had also gotten Nipple rings and used a vacuum pump to enlarge her nipple length to about a half-inch long. And a final embellishment was the addition of multiple tastefully placed piercings of both Labia minor.
Each enhancement was followed by even more popularity in the strip bars. Yes, Cecie was now dancing three nights a week in three different bars/clubs. Cecie was now grossing around five thousand per week on an average week.
One crowd favorite is the sale of her undergarments after each show. They would bring in a hundred dollars or more every night.
During this time I was working on my powers with two others. A guy, and another woman. I like picking the broken ones. The ones who seem quiet, mousy, and somewhat introverted.
The guy, Gary, was easy. I saw him a lot around campus. He would often walk around the club district and pause in front of the gay bars. Gary was gay but has yet to accept his sexual preference.
Now I'm not above getting a blow job from a man or sinking my cock into his anal bud. After all, sex is sex. A hole is a hole, warm, wet, and pleasing is all the reason I need.
I started by bumping into him, causing him to drop his latte. Gary looked at me and said, "I'm sorry". I had him, he's a sissy. A man would have said excuse me, watch it or some other passive-aggressive comment.
I looked at him and said "no, my fault, let me buy you another."
Gary said, "oh, that's not necessary"
