Give Yourself To Me

      This is what you've always wanted,
      isn't it, Donna? To be utterly lost
      in pleasure, lost in my powerful
      eyes, helpless and mindless and
      aroused...

Donna squeals loudly, and her hips buck upwards in a long,
explosive orgasm that suggests that the good doctor is
definitely on to something, here.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      And it just makes you want to obey
      more, your mind is so open and it
      feels so good that you want to open
      yourself to me. You need to open
      yourself to me.

As he speaks, Donna's legs spread wider apart, exposing more
of her pussy to his (and our) view. Her hand shifts position
slightly, so that the heel of her hand now grinds against her
clit, but her fingers continue to pump in and out.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      More and more open, feeling better
      and better. You feel it, you know
      it, you want to let me shape and
      mold your mind, your thoughts, your
      very soul. You want to give
      yourself to me, Donna. Completely.
      Totally.

            DONNA:
      yes please please own me please...

Her free hand roams along her body, trailing up and down over
her own curves as she whimpers and moans.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      Opening to me more and more. All of
      your own desire, Donna. All your
      deepest desires are turned to
      helping me control you, Donna, and
      it feels so very...very...good.

Donna spreads her legs even wider now, practically a
gynecological view of her cunt.

            DONNA:
      ...so open...so good...

Doctor Keller undresses, revealing a body in very good shape
for a man on the outer edge of middle age. His cock is
rock-hard, popping up to stand straight out as soon as he gets
it out from under his boxers. He takes his time--not in a
sexy, strip-tease sort of way, but carefully folding his
clothes and setting them on a nearby chair to make sure they
don't wrinkle. Once he has completely undressed, he turns his
attention to Donna once more.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      See how pleased I am with you,
      Donna. See how aroused you have
      made me.

Donna's eyes lock onto Doctor Keller's cock.

            DONNA:
      ...i please, i obey, obedience is
      pleasure, i...i...iiiiii!

She screams in yet another orgasm.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      Good girl, Donna. All the
      programming locked deep into your
      sleepy mind, just where you want it
      to be. All your thoughts buried and
      blank, swept under in a tide of
      perfect obedience and perfect
      pleasure.

            DONNA:
      Perfect pleasure...

He steps away to stand between her thighs. Her eyes follow his
every move, mesmerized by his cock.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      So open for me, and the more you
      open the better it feels...tell me
      what you want, Donna.

            DONNA:
      I want to obey.

Doctor Keller gets down on his hands and knees, his body just
inches from hers.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      What is the most important thing,
      Donna?

            DONNA:
      To give myself to you.

Doctor Keller reaches down between Donna's legs and pulls her
hand away. She whimpers just a little in protest, but does not
attempt to move her hand back.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      What is obedience, Donna?

            DONNA:
      Pleasure.

Doctor Keller guides himself into her.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      Good...good girl, Donna. Good girl.

He proceeds to fuck her, long and hard. She looks into his
eyes the entire time.

Eventually, his self-control finally breaks, and he has to
come. He relaxes onto her body, spent.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
         (conversationally)
      I really should feel bad about
      this, my dear. After all, it does
      reinforce the whole "sinister
      hypnotist" stereotype. I'm sure
      that once I become your manager,
      the gossip papers will call me
      "your Svengali" even without
      knowing that the facts back them
      up.

He caresses her breasts, and she sighs happily. She's still
very obviously hypnotized, and very obviously blissed out.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      But as I said...I am a tremendous
      fan of yours.

Suddenly, the door opens. A woman in her mid-twenties walks
in, every inch the image of a perfectly organized, precisely
ordered, absolutely serious businesswoman. She's looking at a
BlackBerry as she enters the room, tapping away with her
stylus.

            MISS BLAKE:
      Donna, have you finished with
      Doctor Keller yet? Only we've got--

She stops dead as she looks down at the two of them, and
blushes beet red.

            MISS BLAKE:
      Oh my god!
         (beat, as she stares in
         shock)
      Oh, my god! Oh, this is simply a
      disaster! I can't believe
      you'd--Doctor Keller, I expected
      better of you! We talked in great
      detail about the importance of
      propriety in regards to Miss Gunn!

Doctor Keller rolls over. He is already beginning to stiffen
again.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      Ah, the charming and accommodating
      Miss Blake! So good of you to join
      us. And yes, we did talk in
      exhausting detail about propriety,
      didn't we?
         (beat)
      Can you remember any of the things
      we actually said, Miss Blake?

            MISS BLAKE:
         (confused):
      I...I'm not sure, I remember you
      saying something, something
      important...

She stares straight ahead, her face going slack.
Doctor Keller snaps his fingers. His cock is now quite hard
again.

            DOCTOR KELLER:
      Accommodate me, Miss Blake.

Miss Blake's face goes completely blank, and she falls to her
knees.

            MISS BLAKE:
      Yes, Master.

She crawls towards him, and sucks on his cock as we slowly,
slowly, slowly FADE TO BLACK.

END.