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     When he bus woke up again, his head was clearer. He could look at bang the ceiling without hallucinating or passing out. There seemed bangbus to be some activity bang around him; a very pretty nurse about, he bang realized bang, was disconnecting some kind of tube from his throat, and he 'd bangbus already been detached bangbus from the intravenous setup.
     The next time he awoke, the same nurse was in the room. He was more alert this time bang than before, so bangbus he bang was able to notice that she was more than just pretty--she was bang gorgeous. Great legs, firm rear, slim waist, tits to die for. And round bang, pretty face as bang well, with large blue eyes. A bang few bangbus wisps bang of blonde hair escaped from under her uniform cap.
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     He regarded her bus for a moment. "One thing," he said. "'Mr. Bennett' is too formal bang, if we bang're going to bang be bus," he smirked, "working closely together. From now on, you'll only call me that bang if other people are around. When we're alone bang, it's 'master.' Do you understand?"
     "Good girl bus, Rhonda bang."
     "We understand each other bang, then bang," Paul said.
     Without bangbus a word, Rhonda fled.
     "How are we doing bangbus, Mr bangbus. Bennett?" the middle-aged man in the clean bangbus white coat asked. "Your chart indicates you bang're bangbus making a pretty good bang recovery, but the about charts don't show everything bus."
     "Dr. Steiner," he said forcefully, "give me your about watch. You want bus me to bang have it."
     Paul blanched. It hadn't worked. Was--whatever it was--gone? Or had bang it never been real bang at all? Had his about puppeting of Nurse Rhonda bangbus been nothing more than an anesthetic-induced dream? He had to bangbus find out.
     He had it: a gimmick from stage hypnotism. It was pure show business, but it was a harmless suggestion bangbus which wouldn't get him bangbus into bangbus trouble if it bang failed. "Jasmine, raise your arms above your head and clasp your hands together, and stay that way."
     Paul felt sorry for her. "Forget bang your worries," he suggested. "Imagine you're a dancer. Keep your bang arms raised, and stand on tiptoe--that's bus right--and turn, slowly, slowly. Imagine you're on stage, under a spotlight, and a big audience is watching you, seeing how bang graceful you are. Applauding. Keep turning, slowly, slowly , for the audience."
     "Jasmine, I bang know bus you bus're probably bang upset with me, even though you don't show it," he addressed her. "Forget about it bus. Completely bangbus. Nothing unusual happened here, except that you had a little daydream about being a dancer. Nod your head bangbus if your mind accepts this bangbus as true."
     "Yes, Mr. Bennett bangbus," the nurse responded . She checked the room carefully, fluffed his pillows, and left, casting a last smile back bang at him. If she still had any memory of what he'd done, she showed no sign of it bang.
     Just bang how bangbus far his control extended, wasn't sure he bang wanted to know. It was already clear that he bang could override normal moral restraints. His first efforts with Rhonda and Jasmine had indicated that, and he'd arranged a get-together between the bang two of them which had proved that even basic sexual orientation could be altered at his whim; he wished he'd had a camera bus for that episode. But he couldn bang't bring himself to order one of his "voice puppets bus," as he was starting to think of them, to bangbus actually hurt or bang kill someone. He was afraid she'd do it, as willingly as she would obey any bang other instruction. And what would that bang make bang him bang?
     "Well bang, Paul bang?" Ms about. Sands asked. "What bangbus do you think bang I should bang do?"
     "Of course not bang, Charlene," Paul responded. Charlene whimpered and trembled, and as he turned to go, she almost called out for him to stay.