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"
I interrupted him with a subliminal thought that suggested he accept my offer. He accepted.
I introduced myself and Gary replied yes, you are the physiology professor on campus.
I asked "are you one of my students," to which he replied no, but I have seen your picture on the Instructor's profile pages of the school directory.
I was relieved, My simple rule is no involvement in any of my direct students. Others are okay.
We went into a coffee shop and sat down with our drinks while I asked him some seemingly innocent questions. Questions that would open him like a book. He was quite intelligent. Grew up being picked on, His father left his mother when he was very young and he was raised by his sister and his mom.
I learned enough to know Gary was going to suck my cock before the day was out. We had our drinks, followed by my suggestion to have a bite to eat then I suggested he invite me to his place.
Gary had a small one-room apartment about three blocks from campus. We arrived, and I sat on the edge of the bed. We talked for a while and I subliminally suggested he reach out and touch my cock through my pants.
Gary reached out and tentatively touched my cock through my pants when I spoke to him. " Go ahead, open my pants, it's okay.
