Campaign 6R Ch 08

The eight chapter of Campaign 6R.

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BoCur

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Chapter 8

The implant of my knowledge into Di was an unmitigated success.

She woke the following morning a brilliant, intelligent woman, an equal to or greater than most college educated men and women with Masters, PhDs, MDs or JDs. She could gain, retain, evaluate, judge and postulate new information.

Her personality, orientation and emotions remained intact, unchanged, the same sweet, innocent, loving Di, but now very smart. She was unaware of her past handicap, believing she had always been normal, with a usual childhood, teen years and adult.

Submissive and sexually charged, she considered me her master in all areas of her life. Now aware of the finale she wanted to experience the fireworks. Waking, she lovingly moved to consummate our relationship.

I had been awake for several minutes, feeling alert and strong, fresh and rested, when she stirred. Although I had slept only a few hours, it appeared that this was all I needed.

Lying quietly I had been reviewing what I had concluded and planned before going to sleep.

When Di started her amorous endeavor, reading her mind, I knew her ultimate goal.

She got on her knees and took my rapidly rising dick in her hand and lowered her mouth over its bulbous head. Her pretty titties brushed my stomach as her sweet ass bumped the side of my head. With her industrious ministration of my engorged tool, it took considerable will power, but I decided to delay for a couple of weeks before we took that final step.

Although it was readily apparent that she was an emotionally stable, mature, intelligent young woman, I wanted to be certain.

Not wanting to hurt her feelings with dejection and disappointment I reached out and stroked her bare, sweet, damp pussy.

"IQ SLEEP."

She went limp, laying on me, my dick still in her mouth.

I removed my cock from her mouth and asked, "Di where are you?"

"In my special room in my special bed."

"How are you feeling?"

"So Wonderful."

"Who am I?"

"My Master."

"What do you do for your Master?"

"Submit, Obey and Serve."

"How does that make you feel?"

"I LOVE IT!"

"Good. You are very beautiful, sexy and desirable. Do you feel that way?"

"Oh Yes I Do!"

"Even though your Master wants to very badly, I am not going to take your cherry this morning. We are going to wait until I think you are ready."

"I will give you a signal, 'Cherry Pie Picker', which you will not consciously recognize but will subconsciously know its time."

"Ok."

"When I give the command you will continue as you were before, swinging your right leg over my head and lowering your pussy onto my face. We will bring each other to a climax and as my cum fills your mouth, tasting of your favorite dessert, your orgasm will explode, squirting voluminously. You will be satiated and comfortable with waiting."

I rubbed her pussy and said, "IQ AWAKE."

Di picked up where she had left off, just as exuberantly as before, unaware there had been an interruption, culminating in dazzling orgasms. She collapsed on top of me insensate and when recovered enough to move she turned and snuggled against me her cheek on my chest.

"I love you Hay," she stated, lifting her head to look up at me.

Gazing in to her adoring, innocent cornflower blue eyes, I replied, "I love you too Baby."

She moaned rising to kiss me. We cuddled for a time kissing.

I reluctantly told her, "Honey we should get up. I have some things I need to do today."

She groaned but complied.

We stripped the bed of the wet linen and made it with fresh. Di's squirting was prodigious, much more than I could swallow.

Months ago, when I discovered that Di was a squirter, I had purchased several waterproof mattress protectors. This was removed with the linen and placed in the laundry hamper to be washed.

After showering we went to kitchen for breakfast. I was starved but Di just wanted a glass of orange juice.

With a broad smile she snickered while rubbing her stomach, "I'm not hungry. I had a delicious meal earlier."

I laughed saying, "The breakfast of champions, full of protein."

I got two Jimmy Dean Sausage, Egg and Cheese Biscuits from the kitchen freezer and nuked them in the microwave for a minute. I brewed a cup of coffee in the Keurig and poured Di a glass of juice. We sat at the bar, Di wearing her usual, one my white T-shirts and nothing else, while I ate.

When I finished my sandwiches and was sipping my second cup of coffee, I said, "Sugar I need to talk to Betty Stillhouse. If it is alright with you I am going to ask her to come over today."

"Mrs. Stillhouse. That's fine. I like her."

"Good. You are welcome to sit in on our conversation if you want."

"Unless you want me to then no. It is a beautiful day and I would like to spend it by the pool. Do you need my help?"

"No Baby. Thank you. Enjoy your pool time. I will join you later. Go get changed.

"Ok," She happily agreed, sliding off the stool and kissing me.

I lightly slapped her partially covered naked butt as she pranced away. She giggled and shook her behind provocatively.

I put the dishes in the dishwasher and glanced at the wall clock, 9:23 am.

Time to call Betty Stillhouse.

Betty was one of two people who personally knew Di before. Her doctor, Nigel Bursmen, was the other. I was going to insure that they had no memory of her prior state.

The only other person who had knowledge of Di was my ex-girlfriend, Tracy. She had never met Di but I had talked at length about her. Tracy was aware of Di's condition and the special bond that existed between us. This was one of the main reasons she ultimately decided to leave me.

Last night as I considered how to protect Di and keep our secret, I came up with way I was positive I could do it with Betty and the doctor. I was going to leave Tracy alone, considering her a low risk of exposure. Besides she was from Boston, returning there after graduation and I did not know where she was now.

I called Betty and she answered, "Hello."

"Betty, Jules Vancy. Hope I am not interrupting."

"No Hay. Is something wrong with Di?" She asked, concern evident in her voice.

This was the first time I had ever called her personal cell phone. Normally when I contacted her I would go her office or call her office or e-mail her business addy. This was the norm when I invited her to visit me and Di for dinner. I occasionally texted her cell but never had called it.

"No Betty, Di is fine. I called your cell because I want to talk to you without anyone being aware. The request does not lend itself to a text message. Could you come by the house sometime today?"

"What about?"

"Not over the phone. I will tell you in person."

"Why all the secrecy?"

"Don't be alarmed. I know this is strange but it is important and concerns Di. Once again I want to emphasis that everything is great with her."

"Well OK," she hesitantly consented, "What time?"

"Thank you Betty. You will not regret it. Anytime as we will be here all day but early afternoon would be preferable."

"OK. Hold on a second I'll check my schedule for today."

She was back in a moment, saying, "I have a clear calendar after 2:30 this afternoon. It will take me a little while to get to your house. How about around 3 pm?"

"Sounds good. See you then. Betty thanks again. Bye"

"Bye Hay."

My next call was to Nigel Bursmen.

He was and had been Di's personal doctor since she was a toddler. He had also treated me until I left for college. Although he had privileges at McKenzie-Willamette Hospital he was a general practitioner with a private practice out of a small clinic.

When Di's anthropophobia developed my parents had made very generous financial arrangements with Dr. Bursmen to make house calls to treat Di.

He gave her semi-annual physicals, immunizations and the very rare times she was sick, because of her isolation, with common ailments, such as colds.

He was aware of her mental condition and phobia and proscribed anxiety medications. It was time for Di's twice yearly physical.

I retrieved Dr. Bursmen cell number from my parent's phone directory and called him.

"Hello."

"Dr. Nigel Bursmen?"

"Yes."

"Dr. Bursmen this Jules Vancy. I am calling about my sister, Godiva Vancy's semi-annual physical."

"I have unsuccessful been trying to contact Mary and William Vancy to set up a visit of which she is over-due."

"Doctor, my parents, Mary and William Vancy, died in an auto accident over three months ago. Their cell phones, which you have been trying to call, were destroyed in an ensuing fire."

"My condolences on your loss, Mr. Vancy. I was not aware of your parents passing."

"Because of Di's condition and phobia, we intentionally kept the funeral low key."

"I understand. Do you want to continue the same examination procedure with Di?"

"Yes I do. Your remuneration shall be the same. When can you conduct her physical?"

"I am semi-retired so do not have as busy of a schedule as normal. Day after tomorrow my appointment schedule is completely clear. If it works for you, I will be at your location at 10:00 am."

"That sounds good."

"How is Miss Vancy's physical condition?"

"Excellent. This is the usual precautionary, preemptive physical."

"Great. See you then."

"Thank you Dr. Bursmen. Goodbye."

Even though I was a neophyte on the use of my new power of thought control, with my increased intelligence it was easy to analyze. I could enter, read and influence a person's mind. With ascendancy I would hypnotize them, effectively dominating their will. They would readily and eagerly accept any and all suggestion, guidance and direction.

I planned to use this mastery on Betty and the Doctor, making them forget Di's previous mental state and believing that she had always been a bright beautiful, normal child, teenager and now an adult.

My next objective for the day was to change and supplement Di's identity credentials. Her profile on any local, state or federal data bases, concerning her previous disability, was limited to medical records.

Mama had acquired her a social security number within the first year after her birth but it would not reflect any issues. My parents had never claimed any disability benefits on her and as far as the federal government was concerned she was no different from the millions of other 18 year old girls who had never held a job.

She had recently applied for and received a credit card but nothing unusual.

Mama had home schooled her and submitted the transcripts to the Oregon Department of Education. She had never revealed Di's handicap and the state of Oregon reflected she was a normal home schooler, albeit a not very smart one. She had never received a high school diploma as that would have required that she go and be tested.

I checked on Di, watching her for a moment as she swam laps in the pool. Going to the office I fired up my laptop and created a hidden, encrypted web identity from which I could piggyback other websites. My mental prowess provided the ability to be a hacker par excellent, exceeding anyone's capability. I believed this to be overkill but it was better to be safe than to be sorry.

To cover my trail I leapfrogged from one exiting global site to another using that site as an originating springboard, forming an impenetrable maze that would defeat any search. I did not think my intrusion would even be detected but if it was it would be extremely difficult to follow the bread crumbs back to my hidden web site. If successful it would appear as an empty space. In the unlikely event of locating website, it was protected by an unbreakable encryption. If the impossible happened and the encryption was breached it would only reveal a false standalone empty website.

I hacked into Di's medical records on the local, state and national levels, changing them to display her as a normal, healthy young woman with no issues.

Repeating the process, using a different website, I did the same for Di's educational records. I gave her high marks, not 4.0, but good enough to be eligible for scholarships. She now had a high school diploma from Lane County, South Eugene High School.

Finally I accessed the Oregon Department of Motor Vehicles (ODMV) and inserted the necessary information which showed Di possessing a current and valid Oregon driver's license.

Exiting, I deleted the false website from my lap top. It still exited in the electronic ether but with no connection to my laptop, a dead end.

I pulled up Di's email and sent a replacement request to the ODMV for a lost DL. I filled out the online information, matching what I created minutes before, with Di's digitalized signature.

I had captured Di's signature when applying for a credit card. I used Di's credit card to pay for the accompanying fee. There was a notice that the driver's license would arrive via United States Postal Service within a business week. Until then a printed replacement application would legally suffice.

It was coming up on noon as I closed the computer so I went to the kitchen and made a couple of cold cut sandwiches, placing them on paper plates. I put dill pickle spears and pimento filled green olives in a bowl and potato chips in another. I put everything on a tray along with napkins and put several cold cans of diet cokes and bottled water in a cooler. I carried them out to the umbrella table by the pool.

Di, wearing a skimpy red bikini, was dozing in a padded chaise lounge in the bright fall sun. One of Mama's magazines, Redbook, lay on her chest.

The was radio tuned to KLDE-FM Classic Hits 108.1 and Carley Simmons' 'You're So Vain' was coming from the speakers.

Di hearing me over the soft music, roused, sat up and stood, coming to the table, kissing me.

"Hey Baby, hungry?" I asked, holding her close.

"Yeah."

"Good. I brought lunch. Let eat."

She sat down and popped opened one of the coke cans, taking a sip.

Handing her a sandwich I said, "Don't forget to keep applying the sunscreen lotion. The sun is not as fierce as in the summer but it will still burn."

Unwrapping her sandwich she nodded, indicating the bottle of sunscreen sitting on the deck beside the chaise lounge.

She took a bite, chewing and swallowing before smiling radiantly and saying flirtatiously, "This is delicious but I still prefer what I had for breakfast."

I chuckled replying, "Well it was certainly a lot more fun making breakfast than lunch."

"We could change the menu," she provocatively suggested, sucking on pickle spear.

I laughed, "Enjoy your lunch. We'll look at a bedtime snack."

"OK." Di conceded happily, her conditioning to obey me regardless, kicking in.

I had installed commands for Di to be submissive and obedient without question whether hypnotized or not. Reluctantly I had placed the commands for her protection.

Slavery of any type was horrific and appalling to me. I did not want Di as a slave but instilled the commands for her welfare.

We talked as we ate lunch. I told her Betty was coming by this afternoon and reiterated she could set in but she declined saying she wanted to take advantage of the weather this beautiful fall day.

It was mid-September and the Central Oregon fall weather was usually rainy and cool. There was not many more days would lend themselves to the pool.

I preferred this, wanting to talk to Betty without Di present. I advised that she had a 10:00 am appointment with Dr. Bursmen, the day after tomorrow.

Di did not exhibit and angst, only asking, "For my semi-annual physical?"

"Yes Beautiful."

"Alright. You going swimming with me?"

"No Sugar I'm not but you go ahead if you want."

"I'm going to get some more sun."

She stood and began removing her bikini.

"Di what are you doing?"

"This may be one of the last days I can get some sun and want to make the most of it."

She dropped the two tiny pieces of cloth on the table. Bending over to pick up the sunscreen lotion placed her luscious rump and delectable pussy right in my face. I quickly kissed each plump cheek.

She straightened and turned with a 1000 watt smile and offered me the sunscreen. Standing in front of me, legs parted, I applied the lotion, lovingly and repeatedly stroking every inch of her as she quivered with excitement.

I patted her behind saying, "All done Baby."

It took a moment for her to partially collect herself and answer, "Thank you."

"The pleasure was mine."

With her emotions and muscles in check now she moved the chaise lounge into a prone position and lay down on her back, arms to her side, eyes closed. I sat, watching this beautiful woman as she lay naked in the warm afternoon sun, her body glistening.

About 15 minutes later she turned over on her stomach. After another 15 minutes Di got up, kissed me, took a drink from her coke, then walked to the deep end of the pool and dove in.

She swam the length of the pool to and exited, walking up the steps of the shallow end. She reminded me of the iconic erotic scene from a Bo Derek movie and I realized that Di looked like the famous actress, only much better.

Coming to the table she bent over, dripping water and kissed me then sat down and opened the cooler, extracting a bottle of water.

After removing the cap and taking a sip she asked, "Sure you don't want to take a dip? It feels very good."

I shook my head, responding, "I'd love to play with you in the pool but Betty will be here soon. Tomorrow's weather is forecasted to be a repeat of today and if so we will make a day of it."

"OK Hay." she answered sitting the bottle on the table.

Picking up the minuscule bikini, I said, "Sugar when Betty arrives, please put your bikini back on. I prefer you naked but do not want Betty to see you that way."

"I will."

I patted her knee, saying, "Thank you Baby."

I slid my hand up her thigh, covering her pussy and said, "IQ SLEEP."

She limply sank in the padded deck chair, chin resting on her chest, arms loose on the chair arms.

"Di where are you?"

"In my special room in my special bed."

"How are you feeling?"

"So Wonderful."

"Di you are sinking deeper and deeper in your bed more relaxed and receptive than you have ever been. Do you feel it?"

"Yes..., deep, deep..."

"Who am I?"

"My Master."

"What do you do for your Master?"

"Submit, Obey and Serve."

"How does that make you feel?"

"I LOVE IT!"

"Always, regardless of whether you are in your special room lying in special bed or awake and cognizant or sleeping normally you will obey my commands, directions and suggestions, without reservations or questions. Each time you submit, obey and serve me you it will be very pleasurable and fulfilling. Understand?"

"Yes Master."

"In the past for you to go to your special room and special bed and return to your normal cognizant self, I needed to touch your sweet pussy while verbally giving you the command. This shall continue but you will also be able to access your special room and special bed and return by the same mental commands as the verbal ones I give you. I do not need to touch your pussy for you to access your special room and special bed and return to your normal cognizant self. Understand?"

"Yes Master."

Since realizing I could enter, read minds, influence people thoughts and actions and mentally communicate with them, I wanted to change, add to the way I hypnotized Di. This was insurance, in there may be times where I needed to put her under but situations may not allow her to be naked.