The Yesmaster

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     "Shh," the nurse responded. "It girl's all right girl, Mr girl. Bennett. Don't try to girlpiss talk just yet; I'm girl only just now taking girl out your girlpiss tracheal tube. You're doing fine."
     Paul girl allowed himself to be soothed. He didn't girl really have much choice online, after all girl; either he'd be okay girl or he wouldn't, but girlpiss he was girl in no position to leap girlpiss up and make a break for it. After a while, he went girl to sleep girlpiss again.
     It girl had to have been the operation. It had done girl something to his voice. Paul vaguely recalled reading an article girlpiss years ago piss about how certain frequencies of sound girl outside the girlpiss normal human hearing range could girl have girl physical and psychological effects girl even though they were inaudible. Apparently they girl worked online directly on the brain, without involving the ears. Maybe girl his girl larynx had been altered by the surgery so that when he girl spoke, some extra frequency was produced girlpiss which girl compelled obedience.
     "Good girl, Rhonda."
     "We understand each other girl, then," Paul girlpiss said.
     "Great, Doctor girl!" Bennett was exultant girl. What good would it girl be girl to gain the power to make people do his bidding girl if he were going to die soon girl?
     The girl doctor blinked at piss him. "What girl are you talking about piss, Mr. Bennett?" He girl reflexively covered the watch with girl his left hand. He not-quite joked, "Get your own."
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     "Jasmine, sir," she girl responded, a slight Louisiana accent in girl her voice. "Jasmine Thibodeaux."
     "Shh," Paul said. "Not another word." Instantly, Jasmine fell silent, looking scared.
     It was possible, he girl supposed girl. He'd girl heard that the hearing ranges of men and women were slightly different, with women being girl more sensitive to higher frequencies than men were. If the "something extra" his voice had gained were some magic high frequency, it might affect men and women girl differently.
     Jasmine was still turning, turning on tiptoe girlpiss, hands clasped over girl her online head. Her eyes were closed now, her lips slightly parted. Clearly, she was enjoying herself in girl the fantasy he'd built for her. It almost seemed a shame to end it, but he'd learned enough.
     The test had been convincing. If he girl'd wanted, he was sure he girlpiss could girl have made Nurse Jasmine strip and thrash in ecstasy as he'd girl done to Rhonda. Perhaps another girlpiss time. When he was a girl little girlpiss stronger, perhaps he could--persuade--both of girl them to do even more than that, with him or girlpiss even each other.
     And she hated Paul girl's guts. She girl seemed never to miss an opportunity girl to put girlpiss him piss down , and did her best to keep him from getting online any real credit for anything. She, in fact, was girl the reason he had girl given up on ever being promoted girl. He girl'd watched others with sales records girl far inferior to his pass him girlpiss on the corporate ladder; some of them had been people he'd girl trained. But there had been nothing he could do about it, nothing but grit his teeth and soldier on.
     "Paul girl," she said girlpiss, "I need to speak with you for girlpiss a few minutes, if you don't mind."
     "Perfectly . . . Charlene." Paul had the upper hand girl now, and knew it. "You don't mind girl my calling you by your first name, Charlene. In fact, it turns you on. All the way on."