To the Deans office.

You stroll idly across the nearly dserted quad towards the administrative building.

"My god he's so hot!"

You perk up at the whispered comment and discretly look around for the source. Much to your surprise you trace the comment to a giggling pair of girls 150 yards in front of you!

"God look at that body!" The redhead giggled, trying hard not to look like she's looking.

"Damn he's hot for a guy who spent 8 months in a coma!" Her blonde companion said.

"You just want to get in his pants." Red said.

"You just want to say you're his girlfriend." Blondie shoots back.

You decide to have a little bit of fun with your two admirers. You stop at a stand and grab two bottles of ice cold water from the cooler, then approach them.

"Ohmygod he's coming this way!" Red squealed.

You reach the tree the pair are sitting under and let your voice work it's hypnotic magic. "You two look very hot. I'm sure you'll be much cooler if you stuffed your bra into your backpack and poured this cold water all over your shirts. But I was never here. In fact, as soon as I leave your vision you will forget that you saw me today."

"Yes," Red said dazedly. "Much cooler." Blondie was already working her bra loose and sliding it out her shirt.

"Have fun then." You smirk strolling away. As you walk you ponder your heightened senses and how to take the dean. Entering the parking lot you notice that only two cars remain: the deans and her secretary, both incredibly hot as you recall. No reason not to take them both. You think with a smirk as focus your augmented hearing on the building. You're pleased to find only two heartbeats, meaning the janitorial crew has already left for the night. Like a kid on christmas day you giddily skip up the stairs to fetch your new toys.

You calm down and slip into the deans outer office.

"Hey Rebecca." You casually address Rebecca Wise, the runner up for the dean's position. The reasons behind her current position of Personal Assisstant to the dean could either be spite from the dean, or she actually realizes that Rebecca is as skilled in management as she is. "Is the dean in?"

"Yes, but she isn't to be disturbed."

"Look, it'll only take me a minute. You heard about the accident right?"

"Most of the students thought you were dead."

"Well there was a little side effect that may influence my academic progress, and I thought she should be aware of it."

"I'd like to but I really can't." Rebecca said.

You pull off your shades and look Rebecca in the eyes. "I'm going into that office, and you're going to switch the phones over to the switchboard and hang out the Do Not Disturb sign. The dean and I will need privacy."

"Privacy..." Rebecca drones as she automatically moves to comply. As she returns from the door, you realize how haggard she looks, like she hasn't had a good nights sleep in ages. You quickly decide to change that.

"Rebecca, take off your jacket and join me on the couch." As she obeys you lock eyes and continue to speak in a low soothing voice. "Rebecca, you're no longer on a couch. Instead, you're on a cloud, a fluffy white magic cloud that drains all the stress from your body. You can feel it now, draining all the stress from your feet. You can feel the warm relaxed feeling spreading up your legs, draining all the stress away. It's spreading to your midsection, up past your tummy and your breasts to your shoulders. You feel the relaxing magic of the cloud spread down your arms and up over your neck and face, totally relaxing your body." You pause watching your first victim lounge in her hypnotic langour. "Yes your body is totally relxed, but there is still one place the cloud hasn't reached. The relaxing magic cloud hasn't reached your mind yet. If the cloud does reach your mind, you be helpless, unable to think for yourself, only able to obey me, so you must make a choice. To breathe deeply, and let the magic cloud fill your mind, erasing your free will and totally relaxing you. Or you can drift off to sleep and know that you will never be as totally relaxed as you could have been.... What will you do Rebecca?"

Rebecca seems torn between free will and blissful servitude then took a deep shuddering breath.

"Very good Rebecca. Only five more breaths until the magic cloud reaches your mind." She takes another deep breath smiling slightly. "Four more, and I can already see the cloud working it's magic." Another breath and a wider smile. "Three more breaths. You're halfway there!" Rebecca takes another deep breath as her grin threatens to split her face. "Very good Rebecca! Two more deep relaxing breaths to go." You can't help but realize that Rebecca is enslaving herself, and Amy is a closet submissive. You just keep finding the weak ones it seems. Rebecca takes another deep shuddering breath as you lean closer to her ear. "You're so close Rebecca. One final breath is all it will take to cross the line into eternal relaxed servitude. Will you take it?"

Do fish breathe water? Rebecca took her final breath as a free woman and slumped bonelessly on the couch.

"God that one never gets old." You whisper to yourself arranging Rebecca's body on the couch and performing the now customary liberation of her panties. "Now Rebecca, the magic cloud has made you my relaxed little **** hasn't it?"

"Yesss."

"Good. So When you hear my voice, and only my voice say 'Really Relax Rebecca' you will return to this state of total relaxed obedience. Do you understand?"

"Yesss."

"Oh goody." You murmur thinking of delightful bits of mischief. "What's your address and phone number Rebecca?"

"371 Everwood Plaza. My home phone is 555-0968. My Cell phone is 573-0123. I live alone."

"Good girl Rebecca!" You say instantly memorizing the information. "Now when I touch your forehead you fall into a deep restful sleep. You will not wake up until the dean leaves for the night, and when you do you will be a thousand times more rested than you have ever been in your life. Do you understand?"

"Yess."

"Sweet dreams Rebecca." You whisper laying a finger lightly on her forehead. You thoughtfully dim the lights and step into the deans office.

The dean's surprise gives you all the head start you need. As she starts to stand up, you summon all your energy and snap, "You can't move your arms or legs!" As she slumps back into her chair you vault her desk and straddle her lap staring deep into her eyes.

"Wha... What are you doing?" She whispers in fear.

"Mmm... so strong willed. I'm going to enjoy enslaving you."

"No... please... I'll do anything..." She murmurs weakly.

"Of course you will." You say unbuttoning her shirt and slipping a hand under her bra to toy with her nipples. The erotic distraction forces her to split her attention between fighting your control and the involuntary shivers of pleasure as you push your powers to the limit whispering sweet enslaving nothings to the struggling disciplinarian.

"You... won't... won't get away with this..."

"Of course I will." You say unbuttoning the lower half of her gray pantsuit and slipping your hand past her panties and hose to fondle her soaking pussy.

"Please... stop..." She begs as you begin to finger her pussy bringing her closer to orgasm as you push your powers even harder.

Your fingers settle into the same tempo of your repeated whispered chant of "Submit and obey." **** to finish you summon a last surge of power slamming the hypnotic command into the dean's mind as she comes.

You instantly regret it as you feel something snap inside and the world explodes in a blinding white pain. You focus past the pain to look at the dean, slumped glassy eyed in her chair.

You lean back and look at her nameplate, C. Morrigan. "What's your first name Dean Morrigan?"

"Cheryl."

"Well Cheryl, you caused me quite a lot of trouble, and one day I'll extract payment," You grin and another searing a bolt of pain lashes through your head. "But not today. No one must know that you are my ****, so you will act totally normal. But whenever you hear my voice say the words Dreamtime Dean, you will return to this deeply entranced obedient state."

"Yes Master."

"Good. Write down your address and phone number and give it to me." Watching her obey your orders without thought or hesitation, you wonder what exactly you did to her. "Cheryl, is there anything left of the old dean in there?"

"The dean that fought your control is no more. Her old personality has been washed away replaced by her desire to serve you."

You feel slightly sick as you realize you obiterated another humans mind. Cheryl seems to sense your unease and pulls you into her lap. "It's not as bad as you think. I'm... liberated. I wouldn't change this for anything. I have no regrets and you shouldn't either."

You're not sure how much of this is real and how much is her new personality, but you do feel a little better. "There is one thing I will be taking with me today." You stand up pulling Cheryl with you. With a smirk you roll her pants and pantyhose down and off before pocketing her panties. You stare at your ****, nude from the waist down and smile, setting off another round of whitefire explosions in your head. "Cheryl, is there anything else you need to do here tonight?"

"No master."

"Do you have a bathroom here?"

"Yes master." She says pointing to the door.

"Okay. Straighten up your office and then go to the bathroom and finger yourself until you cum. Then get dressed and go home as you would normally."

"Yes master." She drones as she steps out of the pool of cloth at her ankles and begins to do your bidding.

You leave heading home immediately because of the blinding pain in your head. You vaguely recall making it home to your bed, where you sleep deeply until the next morning.

Until your door opens and the covers are whipped from your naked body.

"See! I told you he sleeps in the buff."

Great. You sister Teresa and her best friends Sammy and Michelle have invaded your room to torment you naked. You wave your hand to send them away and find that you have a new power.