“Your mind is now completely empty and blank.” His voice deepened into a soothing but very commanding tone. His student swayed under his gaze. “My words are your thoughts, Jessica. You know this to be absolute truth; it has always been this way.” He watched the girl in front of him nod her head in obedience. Her eyelids fluttered as she swayed gently, barely keeping her feet. “My words fill your mind and become your world; there is no resistance to my words and no hesitation to obey my commands. Your thoughts come from my voice and you obey without thought or question, don’t you?” He watched as her eye lids drooped then slowly reopened. Her eyelids slid up till they were wide open staring at him blankly. Her swaying stopped and she stood as still as a death completely focused on him.
Kenneth spoke with more authority and a more natural, commanding tone, “You no longer have any self-opinion.” He knew the one thing that often stood in people’s way from actually learning was their own puffed up opinion of themselves. Hers had proven to be stunting her growth and had to be removed.
Continuing, he let some of his displeasure ring through his words. “You are what I say you are. You will perform how I have ordered you to, and you will correct the deficiencies that your tutors find in your performance. You are nothing outside of their good graces, and mine. Your tutors are extensions of me and you will break yourself to please them, if need be.” That should have been sufficient, but there was something else that should have done a long time ago, “Your mind is empty of curses and swear words. Your mind is letting go of all vulgar language. You will not swear again, because you have no memory of what a swear word is. You will never again be able to form the sounds or imitate anyone else as they curse. Your mind and lips will be forever sealed against uttering even the slightest syllable of a swear word or curse in any language. Even the sound of swear words and curses will be vile and distasteful to you.” He let that sink in to the helpless girl’s empty head for a moment. “Do you understand?”
The girl’s answer was little more than a whisper, but loud enough for his ears, “Yes, Instructor.”
Kenneth nodded and said “sleep”, as he waved his fingers in front of her face. Jessica collapsed on the deep crimson carpet she had been standing on. Kenneth returned to his chair and sat down. He watched the girl sleep, her deep auburn hair blending in with the carpet at times, her rhythmic breathing, deep and even. To her, there was nothing wrong with the world. And why should there be. She was his student and he told her what to do and when. She would be molded into a perfect lady, just like all of his students, serving him as they should.
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Who cared if he trained these stupid girls and moronic boys? He had trained more than a dozen girls and a handful of men. Yes, he lived off them and took their tithes to him willingly and gratefully. They worked to please him and build his home. His students had paid for his wine and alcohol, the rugs, even this chair he sat in.
He did not regard that lightly. His students gave up freedom of will and thought to serve him, as all good slaves should. He hated using that term though. He was a hunter, proud, fierce and he protected what was his. Besides, his students were hardly slaves. For all the wealth and service that they provided him they would not have achieved a tenth of their lives without him.
His first students were now firmly planted in their professions. They were respected and reasonably well off. He took his tributes as the generous lords of old had done from the farmers tending their land. And what would they have become without him? Drug addicts? Aged strippers and porn actors? Trailer Park scum that were nothing more than brood mothers for their pimps and dealers and whoever else decided to show them a bit of attention for what they had between their legs? The thought of all that wasted potential without him to guide them and mentor them was a very ugly thought.
“Jessica” he called out suddenly.
The girl roused herself with a small squeak and sigh as she heaved herself to her feet. The domination trance that she had been under was extreme. He usually showed a little more care and subtlety with his students. He knew that her mind had been rewritten as he had instructed her but he still had to be sure.
“Jessica, my wine case is a little empty, what do you think?”
The girl dutifully looked at the wine case, “It’s a little empty, Instructor.”
Kenneth raised his eyebrows at his student, “What do you think I should do about it?”
Jessica looked down at the floor in front of her teacher, “I could refill some of the shelves, Instructor.”
Kenneth nodded slightly, “What about your dancing lessons, Jessica? How are those coming along?” he asked lightly.
“My dance teacher says that I am stiff as a twig. She says that I know the steps well enough but I have made no improvement with my grace or flowing from one step to the next. Where any real dancer is like a stream of water over smooth sand, I am a tangle of twigs and crow’s feet.” Jessica answered flatly.
Kenneth looked down at his student, “And how does that make you feel, Jessica?”
The girl replied, “I must work harder to please her.”
That made him smile with pride. She was learning, if slowly. He got up to pour himself a glass of St. Croix Shiraz from his middle shelf. Jessica stood as she was. He knew that she would not move unless he gave her permission to move.