Author's note: This story has a bit of a slow start. If you want to jump straight to the action, skip to about a third of the way in. Enjoy.
Mark Michaels stood in the early evening gloom, staring up at the soft glow of Kelly’s third-floor apartment window. The light meant she was home and that he would see her for the first time since introducing her to his uncle, Dr. Jacob Michaels, earlier that week. Kelly had been suffering from terrible headaches, and he had recommended she see his uncle for treatment. His uncle was a neurologist—that was true—but what Mark hadn’t told Kelly was that Dr. Michaels specialized in an unorthodox subset of neuroscience, and used methods that would land him in prison if the authorities were ever notified.
Nervous flutters filled Mark’s stomach as he imagined seeing Kelly again after his uncle had had his way with her. Would she look different somehow? Warmer, more amenable, less headstrong? Mark had been in love with Kelly since the moment he’d met her in their freshman sociology class, but she had never seen him as anything more than a friend. He was made painfully aware of that fact any time she blew him off, asked him to help her move without so much as a hug in thanks, or came over to complain about her latest boyfriend.
Mark took care of himself, eating right and going to the gym. He knew he was decent-looking because he’d been propositioned by girls plenty of times in college and had been asked on dates since then. But nothing ever came of it because Kelly was the only girl for him. Too bad she’d been friend-zoning him for going on five years. While he’d put up with it in the hopes she’d one day see him for the worthy man he was, now his wait was over—whether she wanted it to be or not.
Mark knew he couldn’t test out Kelly’s new… malleability until his uncle handed over her reins, so to speak, and that wouldn’t happen until her appointment the next morning, but the urge to see her had been overwhelming. As he climbed the stairs to her apartment, he remembered what his uncle had said to him on the phone earlier that day. “She’s part of my study now, Mark, but after tomorrow, you can use her as you wish whenever she’s outside the walls of my office.”
That had been the deal. His uncle held the command words that would turn her into the woman Mark wanted her to be, and she would continue to visit his uncle’s office as long as the doctor had use for her. Mark’s time with Kelly would be a finder’s fee of sorts, and could end any time his uncle decided. He wished he knew what his uncle planned to use her for, but he hadn’t been forthcoming, and Mark knew not to press him. Uncle Jacob could be scary when he wanted to be.
He rang Kelly’s doorbell and waited, feeling his stomach twist with excitement and apprehension. When the door swung open, he drank in the sight of her. Kelly had big green eyes, a clear, lightly tanned complexion, and waist-length honey blond hair he’d longed to plunge his hands into almost as often as he'd imagined plunging his cock inside her. She had the perfect figure, with a tiny waist, round breasts that jiggled just the right amount when she didn’t wear a bra (such as now), and a firm, plump ass that begged to be slapped. The only thing Mark would’ve changed about her appearance was her height. At five foot nine, she was only an inch shorter than him and often wound up looking down at him when she wore heels, which he despised. Women were meant to look up at men.
Kelly’s full lips pressed into an annoyed pout when she saw him. “Mark, I told you on the phone, I’m too busy to hang out right now.”
He fought to keep smiling, though he felt a pulse of pure rage at her rude dismissal. “I know, Kel, sorry. It’s just that I haven’t seen you since your appointment with my uncle and wanted to ask how it went.”
“That’s private medical stuff,” she grumbled, then relented, opening the door wider and motioning him into the apartment. “You can only stay for a few minutes. I’ve got an early morning tomorrow.”
Mark knew her early morning was the follow-up appointment with his uncle, but didn’t let on. “Okay, no problem. So, how did it go? How are the headaches?”
A blank look came over her face and she gazed into the distance, as if remembering. “It went great. Your uncle is a genius and has such a wonderful bedside manner. I felt comfortable with him right away.”
“Oh, cool,” Mark said distractedly as he stared at her chest. Her nipples had hardened as she spoke, their stiff peaks clearly visible through the thin white tank top she wore. “What did he do to treat you? Medication, or something?”
“Oh, no,” she said, still staring at nothing. A flush had risen in her cheeks. “His methods are much more involved than simple medication. He was very thorough and hands-on in his approach, and I feel like a new woman. I’m lucky to have him as my doctor.”
“Um… okay.” Mark felt himself growing hard at the clear evidence of his uncle’s manipulation of Kelly’s mind. She was having a subconscious response to whatever had happened during her appointment. It was the first solid proof Mark had ever seen of his uncle’s boasts, and it meant she would be his soon. His to use or punish, however he wished, for the poor treatment she’d given him over the years. Maybe Kelly had never seen him as a viable boyfriend, but he was about to become the center of her goddamned world.
At his words, she seemed to snap out of her trance, and her annoyance returned. She rolled her eyes at him and pointed to the door. “Since I can see you didn’t even think to bring me a snack or dessert or anything, you should go. Like I said, I have an early morning.”
He smiled sheepishly and let her lead him to the door. “Sure, sorry to bother you, Kel. Next time I’ll come prepared.”
As he slipped back out into the full dark of night, Mark’s smile became a sneer of anticipation. Come tomorrow, Kelly would learn her proper place, and he’d be the one to put her in it.
*****
Mark arrived at his uncle’s office the next morning at seven forty-five, as directed. The waiting room was empty and the girl behind the counter waved him through as soon as he gave his name. He couldn’t help but noticing how beautiful the receptionist was, as was the nurse who met him as he walked through the door into the back offices and led him to his uncle’s office.
She wore an old-fashioned nurse’s uniform, complete white stockings and a white winged hat, though the skirt was so short he could see the curve of her ass cheeks as she twitched her way down the hallway in front of him, and her obviously augmented breasts strained the buttons of the uniform top. She was the right height for a woman and had to tilt her chin up to look at him. Instead of glaring like most women did when they caught him staring at their tits, her crimson lips curved into a lascivious grin and she winked.
“Mark!” called his uncle from the office. “Come in, my boy!” The vision in white polyester patted Mark’s cheek and strode away, leaving them to their appointment.
Mark entered the office and took a seat before his uncle’s dark wood desk. “That girl,” he said. “The nurse? Is she…”
“Under my control? Of course.” His uncle was blandly handsome and in good shape for a man in his early fifties. He wore wire-rimmed spectacles that he liked to take off and clean when he was thinking, a habit that annoyed the hell out of Mark. “Nurse Tabitha is fully mine, as is every employee and patient in my practice.”
“Um… cool.” Mark shifted nervously in his seat, staring at the framed diplomas on the wall behind his uncle.
“I can see you’re apprehensive, Mark, but you have nothing to be nervous about. Kelly will be here in a little under fifteen minutes, and I will hand you the keys to her kingdom, as agreed. I do insist you stay in the office today for your first encounter. It is imperative you learn the ins and outs of my methods before you leave with her, so you don’t interfere with her training.”
Mark’s eyes snapped to his uncle. “Here? I’m supposed to… be with her here?”
“Just for today. Once I’m convinced you understand my method, you’ll be free to leave.”
“Okay.” Mark didn’t like it, but knew there was nothing he could do about it. This was his uncle’s show; he was just along for the ride.
