1. Malpractice Chapter 3: My New Stomping Grounds REPOST


    Date: 10/25/2014, Categories: Fantasy, Hardcore, Incest, Male/Teen Female, Mind Control, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: Dadachum, Rating: 87.1, Source: sexstories.com

    this. These were just pranks, sure, but I might cause a scene. However, even in such a case I might get some idea of just how far I can take a situation and still salvage it. Now the man turned to the woman. “Dierdre! I didn't see you there. Weren't you supposed to be at home?” The woman looked at the man, visibly confused. She didn't seem sure if the man was talking to her, and as the realization came she became very uncomfortable. “Look, mister. I don't think I'm the person you - “ as she spoke she noticed I was watching and became even more uneasy. When our eyes briefly met, I sent a suggestion. You get a kick from pretending you're other people. Pretend you're his wife “- uh...” she trailed off. “Dierdre? What's wrong?” “Oh, nothing dear.” she said smiling. It looked like the smile of an amateur actress. Was there any limit to this power? “I thought you said you'd be at home.” “Oh, I, you know, thought of following you here anyway.” “You should have told me when I went out, we could taken the car together.” This was too easy. With just a command, I had convinced this old man to see a stranger as someone he knew closely. Did he still physically see her as she was, or did he in his mind really see his wife in front of him. I should experiment with this again. And as for the woman, I had made her adapt to a strange situation with no problems. I kept wondering what it felt like from her side. Did she at any point wonder where this sudden urge to role-play for kicks came ...
    from? Did her subconcience perhaps write some kind of backstory to justify the changes I made in her personality. If that was the case, I might be able to get away with some considerable suggestions. I decided this was enough, it was time to see if I could change or erase their memories. That would be useful, to say the least. To both of them: Completely forget the last minute. She is not your wife. You are done with role-playing They just stood there, still, staring past each other. I was afraid I had broken them. Then they both just seemed to reboot, like a couple of laptops, and went straight back browsing the teas. I found that though I needed eye contact on the initial suggestion, once that was done, no further eye contact was necessary. As I exited the teashop, I wondered if their memories were in fact gone. I could only tell by their reaction, and I guess they could just as well have been too embarrassed when I relieved them of their suggestions. More experimentation was required. I went to a nearby café. It was still early in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly through the glass ceiling so there were plenty of people sitting at the tables on the side of the strip. I bought a cup of coffee, with just a little milk, and had a seat. On the table to my left was a dad treating his two kids to some ice cream. On my right was an attractive woman at about my age – early twenties – reading a book and having some tea. She had short, dark brown hair and full, seductive lips. ...
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