When Linda woke later on, she did so with a smile, and licked her lips to taste the delicious remnants of the doctor. Intellectually, she thought this should disturb her but she was still buzzing from the afterglow.

“You give great head,” the doctor commented.

“How… how could you do this to me?” Linda asked, noticing there was no anger in her question. She also noticed that seeing the doctor was getting her horny again. “I… I shouldn’t be feeling this way… what… what did you do to me?”

“Kind of neat how that body of yours contradicts your mind, huh?”

“Please... please, tell me what you did to me,” Linda pleaded.

“I’ve conditioned you to be my loyal servant… my very passionate lover… and ultimately, my future Trophy Wife.”

"But that’s crazy," Linda whispered, trying and failing to will herself angry, but it was like the emotions had been taken away from her.

"I wish I had time to explain but that'll have to wait. For now, you may go, but I'll expect you to return after your classes on Monday.”

“You mean I can leave?” Linda asked, surprised.

“What’s done is done. So go ahead and enjoy your weekend."

"Yes, sir," Linda automatically replied as she stood up. Then her eyes lit up in shock. Why wasn't she self conscious about being naked in front of the doctor? Why was she feeling such pleasure and happiness from her compliance?

"Your clothes are in the lab, go get them and return here to dress."

“Yes, sir,” she responded and then rushed off to the doctor’s lab. As she did, she wondered why she was so respectful.

Linda collected up her clothes that were scattered on the floor and returned to the office. She noticed as she was slipping on her thong panties that the doctor was checking her out. Instead of feeling embarrassed, she felt a secret thrill from knowing her body pleased him. She knew she was hot and took pride her sexy attributes, and she blushed realizing she was hoping that the doctor would give her another fuck before sending her off.

"Have you ever considered getting a boob job?” the doctor asked her out of the blue.

“No, sir,” she replied, stunned. Suddenly, she feared that her breasts may not be big enough to please the doctor.

“Hasn’t your boyfriend ever wished they were bigger?”

“No, sir,” Linda replied, and then her eyes lit up when she suddenly remembered she had a boyfriend.

"You forgot about your boyfriend, didn’t you?” the doctor asked her with a smile.

“Yes, sir,” she admitted, blushing.

“Were you planning on seeing him this weekend?”

"Yes, sir," she replied, now wondering if she wanted too.

"Listen to me… I want you to fuck him real hard one last time for me, okay?"

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, turning redder.

“Now, back to those tits of yours… really, Linda… you certainly don't need to wear a bra when they're that small.”

Linda dropped the bra she had in her hand and threw it onto the couch. Then she put her shirt on and damn-it-all if seeing the doctor smiling at her didn’t make her all wet and tingly down there.

“Now, come over here and give me a hug and kiss goodbye,” the doctor commanded.

Linda felt a rush of happiness as she rushed into the doctor’s arms, and as they kissed and hugged, she was feeling even more desire. She knew that it wouldn’t take many of these hugs before she started craving them.

"Do you remember what the most important rule of your new life is?”

“Yes, sir… I’m never to communicate to anyone what it is that you did to me today," she replied with a smile, and then realized with shock at what she just said.

The doctor kissed her real hard one more time, then cupped and squeezed her ass cheeks, eliciting even greater need, and then let her go. Linda didn't want to go; she wanted the doctor to fuck her.

Linda drove home in a daze as a million different thoughts filled her. She understood fully well that her feelings were being manipulated, and that her strange new desire for the doctor was purely artificial. But knowing this didn't help her prevent feeling them, and what was even more disturbing was her inability to disobey him!

By the time she returned back to her apartment, she was wetter than ever and headed straight to her bedroom and stripped. Naked, she was beautiful and visibly horny. She blushed with the realization that she'd be going braless this day forward. Slowly, she brought her hands up and cupped her small breasts and for the first time in her life she wished she was bigger. Then her home phone rang...

"Hello."

"Linda! Where the hell have you been?!" her boyfriend asked her.

"Huh…? Oh… uh… hi,” she mumbled, realizing who it was.

"You had your cell phone off… are you alright?"

"Yeah… uh… Doctor Sharp kept me late.”

“Do you want me to come over?”

“Not tonight, Danny… I’m really tired and I think I’m coming down with something. The doctor really wiped me out," she added, and then blushed at her unintended pun.

"You must really be out of it not to want to go out on a Friday night.”

“I’ll see you tomorrow," she replied and hung up the phone.

As Linda slipped into her bed, she reflected on her boyfriend. She'd been seeing Danny for eight months and prior to Doctor Sharp, she thought he might be the one… but now… now she felt nothing emotionally towards him whatsoever.

As she lay there, she realized she was naked. Since when did she like going to sleep naked? In the past, she never slept in the buff because it always made her feel vulnerable, so why now did she feel comfortable like this? Linda suppressed her desire to masturbate and drifted off to sleep...

Linda’s eyes opened startled.

There at the foot of her bed stood Danny, naked and smiling down at her.

"Good morning, honey… I see you’ve prepared for me," Danny greeted her.

Linda’s eyes lit up when she realized she was naked and before Danny could move down to join her, she quickly moved off her bed and headed for the door.

“What’s the matter?” he called out to her.

"I… I have to pee," she replied as she bolted out of her room.

Linda closed and locked the bathroom door. Seeing Danny had scared the hell out of her and knowing what she was about to do was creeping her out. But why was the sight of him affecting her like this? Why was she repulsed with the idea of fucking him? She was stunned to realize that the only reason she was going to do this was because the doctor ordered her too.

Linda sat down on the toilet and peed. After wiping herself, she put her robe on. It was strange… even the thought of Danny seeing her naked bothered her.

“Are you alright?” Danny asked her when she returned to her room.

Linda glanced down at Danny’s cock. It was still erect as he was sprawled out on his back. She took a special pleasure in the knowledge that her new lover was better endowed, and then she blushed at these thoughts. Despite what the doctor had done to her... shouldn't her loyalty be with Danny?

Without disrobing, Linda climbed onto the bed and straddled him, slowly lowering her pussy on top of him. She was worried that she might not be wet enough, but apparently her constant need for the doctor kept her perpetually wet. Danny groaned as she moved up and down on him and she hated it when she felt Danny's hands reach up and part her robe to get at her breasts.

Ten minutes of slow steady humping, Danny finally came, and at first she was happy it was over. But then she remembered the doctor’s exact words, and with shock she realized she hadn’t fucked Danny hard enough. So, she held back her tears and repositioned herself in a way where she could take Danny inside her mouth. Nor did she complain when Danny stripped off her robe. It didn’t take long before Danny was hard again, prompting Linda to present herself on all fours.

"Fuck me hard, Danny... fuck me real hard," Linda begged, knowing she was acting uncharacteristically. She knew this was Danny’s favorite position and it was a sure way to get him to fuck her harder than ever. Forty minutes of hard pounding later, Danny came again, and this time Linda cried out with a fake orgasm.

“That was incredible,” Danny mumbled as they both lay there breathing hard.

“I just needed that…”

“I’m not complaining.”

“Then please don’t complain but I need to be alone,” Linda responded.

Danny was a bit stunned but he left, and Linda realized their relationship was over. It wasn’t that she felt sad because she had feelings for him; it was that she felt sad she didn’t feel anything for him. When Danny called her on Sunday, she told him the same thing and the only reason she didn’t break up with him was because she didn’t have the doctor’s permission.

When Linda awoke Monday morning, she woke feeling hornier than ever. No matter how hard she tried to remind herself that her feelings were artificial, she couldn’t help but respond to them. She wanted to look her absolute best for the doctor so she brought her sexiest dress and pumps with her so she could change after her class, and by the time she reached the doctor's office that afternoon, her whole body was on fire for him.

"Hi, Doctor Sharp," she greeted him with a sexy grin and was pleased when she saw the doctor’s eyes light up.

"You beautiful little minx… you dressed up for me,” the doctor responded as he drank in the sight of her.

Linda couldn't deny how incredible she felt from the doctor’s compliment and she basked in his attention. Then she did a pirouette for him to showcase herself further, and because she wasn’t wearing any panties, she could feel her juices leak down the insides of her thighs.

“You’re absolutely radiant…" the doctor proclaimed. “Now, strip!”

Linda giggled as she stripped off her dress and moments later she stood naked before him. Other than her tits, she was very comfortable in her beauty. The doctor walked up to her, spun her around, and bent her over his desk. Then he nudged her legs apart and she could hear him unzip himself.

“Did you fuck your boyfriend real hard like I told you?”

“Yes, sir,” Linda replied truthfully, pleased more than ever that she had gone the extra mile.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“No, sir… I only did it to please you,” Linda whimpered, feeling the doctor's cock part her very wet petals.

“After we fuck, I’ll let you break up with him,” the doctor told her and then thrust into her.

Linda cried out and came… and then came again and again as the doctor fucked her over and over. Never had she cum harder… or more.

Later on that week, Linda moved out of her apartment and in with the doctor. On one hand, she was elated, but she also knew this sealed her fate. Then later on that month, the doctor ordered her to quit college and become his personal assistant.

As the months progressed, she would sometimes reflect on her past. All her memories were still there but they no longer sparked any real emotion. She still stayed in touch with her family and friends, but not as frequent and only talked to them out of obligation. The only thing that mattered to her now was pleasing and pleasuring Doctor Sharp, and no matter how many times she reminded herself that she was a product of brainwashing, and that everything she felt was artificial, it simply didn’t matter.

Bottom line… Linda was the doctor’s love slave and had never felt happier... and she took special pleasure in the knowledge that she would be Mrs. Sharp some day.