You wake up suddenly from a wonderful dream. Of course, your life is pretty wonderful too these days, as you can tell when you wake up to discover an unbelievably hot redhead sucking on your cock. You start to move and she looks up at you with a smile for a brief instant before you get back to work. This idea of turning the mind control on all the smart girls at college has really rubbed you the right way, and now you've got at least eight or ten of them with you to wait on you hand and foot at any given time. As part of their daily task of making you happy, you’ve given them instructions to wake you up differently every day. Sometimes one of your girls will wake you up by kissing you, or sometimes licking you up and down. You really enjoy today's event of getting blown as your alarm clock, but you think to yourself that you also really enjoy it when you wake up to a girl rubbing her pussy over your face. That's a good way to get the morning started.
This morning you hear a knock on the door early, so you call out to one of your slave girls to answer it. You're surprised to see the dean of students, but with a couple seconds' reflection you figure she was bound to figure out something was going on eventually. She’s in her mid-50s or so and not at all attractive, but she's the dean and you need her to keep this situation under the radar. Sure, if students find out that you have most of the hot women on campus under your control, you can just put the mind control on them and tell them not to let anyone know, but you especially have to make sure none of the adults ever find out. So this could be trouble.
She turns to you, still lying in bed with a girl's lips wrapped around your dick, with a stern look in her eyes. “This is the most appalling thing I’ve ever seen,” she says. “I had heard something about this, but I never believed it. Even if this is consensual, you all have sick minds. But I don’t think it is. I know some of these girls, and they would never throw away their futures to spend all day prancing around in their underwear. I think you’re blackmailing them. In fact, I’m going to end this right now. I'm going to-"
She never gets that far. No one ever does. During her little soliloquy, you reached over to what looks like a toy gun. She was so entranced by her rage that she barely noticed you point and fire, and now, whether she knows it or not, you're the boss. "I don't know what your laser tag is supposed to accomplish, young man, but I don't think you full understand the consequences of what-"
"Stop talking." You speak without much emotion, as you have no need to shout. “I’ll explain this to you in a second. First I want you to understand who the boss is here.” You climb out of bed and pull down your boxer shorts. She's still silent, as per your orders. “Start kissing my dick.”
You want her to feel the humiliation, which is why you started her on kissing your cock. "What's your position?" you ask her. "I'm the dean of students for the college," she replies, in between kisses. "And what are you doing right now?" you continue. "I'm kissing your penis," she says. You smile. "You sure are. Now start sucking, and I'll explain this to you." She follows your command. You look down and you can see the shame in her eyes. Five minutes ago she was the boss of every student on campus. Now you're just using her as a sex toy. You put your hand on the back of her head and push her further in. "Really get into this," you say helpfully.
"All right, I think you can tell that everyone here follows my command," you say. "This is a great deal, and you're not going to ruin it for me. Any time anyone starts even to wonder what I'm doing, you're going to throw them off the trail," you say. "In fact, you're going to come up with some alternative explanation to help me get away with all this." You smile again. "Do you want to do this?"
"No," she says, with resignation in her voice. "And why not?" you ask, still pleasant and light. "This is the worst thing I've ever seen with my own eyes," she says, and you can see tears welling in her eyes. "Stop crying, you little bitch," you say. "Are you going to put up with this anyway?" you ask. "Yes," she says, with obvious sadness even if you don't allow her to cry.
"That's right," you say, as you pull your dick out of her mouth. She's gotten the point. "If you're lucky, I'll let you be one of my cum receptacles. From now on, I want you to look forward to that. In fact, from now on, every time you think of me, I want you to rub your nipple. I don't care if you do it in front of other deans, prospective students, whatever. When you think of me, I want you to remember you're a sex toy. ANd you will never, ever let anyone know what I'm doing here. Now call me Master and get out of here."
"Yes, Master," says the dean, as she gets up off her knees and walks out the door.
"That's always so amazing, how easy it is," you say to no one in particular. You look at one of the girls, a dirty blonde girl with a nice figure. She's wearing a red bra and panty set, and you try to remember whether you assigned that to her or if she's trying to impress you. No matter. You walk up to her, pull down her panties, and start licking her pussy while she's still standing. This looks like the start of a great day. You wonder, are you the kind of guy who wants to expand your harem, or are the girls hanging around now enough for you?
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