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 When another Mind-Controller tries to steal her, Lilah's Master is forced
to use his powers.  A sequel to "My Brief Career" MC MF MD HU

   My New Career By D.Holzer [DHolzer2@Cox.net] Part 1 = Lilah "I'm sure it
happens to lots of Mind-Controllers." Lilah tried to cheer me up.  "We can
still do other things - till you get your confidence back."

   I had lost my ability to give my thoughts that extra [oomph!] that made
people obey my will.  My career as an Evil Mind-Controller was over before
it even got started.

   I consider myself intelligent - smart enough to realize that winning
Lilah as a girlfriend (during the short time that I had the ability to
control people) was a one-in-a-million windfall dropping from heaven to
land in my lap (literally).  I had cured her of her frequent, chronic,
severe migraines, and she had sworn eternal gratitude to me.

   Lilah was unbelievably beautiful, talented, successful and smart,
probably smarter than me.  Other than my brief episode of mind-control
abilities, I was very ordinary.  I had spent the last several weeks
enjoying being with Lilah, all the while waiting for her gratitude to wear
off and for her to dump me for a more "upscale" companion.  Maybe it would
be a rich, powerful, corporate executive; or a mysterious, handsome,
dangerous rogue.  Women of Lilah's caliber just did not pair off with
ordinary guys.

   Lilah got me to confess my insecurity.

   "That's ridiculous!" She asserted; "Even if you hadn't cured me of
migraines so bad they made me contemplate suicide (seriously!), you would
STILL be the best boyfriend I've ever had - by a wide margin."

   "You're just saying that," I whined, "Until someone better comes along."

   "I've gone through lots of previous boyfriends, including at least 3
serious relationships, and I know what I'm talking about." Anticipating my
comeback, she cut me off; "AND I have concrete examples."

   "First and foremost," She began, "You talk to me."

   "I'm pretty sure each and every guy in your life talks to you."

   "Every other guy I've ever met, no matter how nice, has treated me like
the final goal in some video game, even if its only in the back of their
minds..  Score Sex with Lilah - You Win!  1st level - leap the pit of
initial introductions, 2nd level - scale the wall and get her on a date,
3rd level - avoid the landmines and be charming, clever and witty during
conversation; and so on.  You're the only guy I've ever known who talks
with me because you want to hear what I have to say, not as a means to an
end."

   "That seems a bit nebulous to rank me #1."

   "Well, that brings up my second point.  I dumped my last serious
boyfriend because he was insanely jealous.  He couldn't stand the thought
of me even speaking to or being looked at by other guys.  You're just the
opposite."

   "Whoa!" I shut her down quickly on this one, "I'm NOT one of those
people who gets off watching his girlfriend do it with other guys!"

   "Oh No!  I'm not talking about cheating.  You want to show me off, not
hide me away.  When we were at the show the other day and all those guys
were trying to flirt with me, you were watching me with such Pride!  Being
your Trophy, your prized possession, makes me so hot!  And it makes me
determined not to disappoint you.  I love being Yours."

   Believe me, I knew how lucky I was.

   Part 2 = The Power Returns "You can go ahead and give me commands if you
like, I'll still obey even if you can't [oomph]." Lilah said.  "Or we could
just cuddle."

   "I don't see a point to it." I said, oomph-lessly.

   "I think I've figured out what your problem is." She volunteered. 
"You're blocking yourself.  If you were still an Evil Mind-Controller, you
would have to go out and enslave another girl, and you're too monogamous
for that.  And you're not at all evil, either."

   "Not even disturbingly anti-social?"

   "If you're an evil sexual predator, then Koala Bears are ferocious,
man-eating carnivores."

   Switching to a more benign attitude, within a few weeks I regained my
confidence and was able, once again, too make people obey my innocuous
mental commands without realizing what they were doing.  Mostly I toyed
with my co-workers, making them bring to work ever-more-bizarre lunches. 
My sales at work went way up, of course.  When I was sure I had my "oomph"
back, I told Lilah.

   "That's wonderful!" She looked excited, "What are you going to do next?"

   "Well, I had a whole program ready.  You know, The Usual - break you of
all individuality, systematically enslave all your beautiful friends,
torture and humiliate everyone who ever pissed me off, pair off random
people into incestuous or lesbian relationships, and on from there to
create a vast conspiracy of Fear and World Domination.  But you're right, I
just don't have much enthusiasm for working through my checklist any more."

   "You should stay in practice, though.  I have a few little projects you
could tinker with, meanwhile."

   I ended up spending the next few weeks "fixing" Lilah's University
friends.  Pretty Veronica began to dress less dowdy.  Kim the freshman quit
waiting for the last minute to begin studying.  Tammy started a more active
lifestyle, and began to exercise and eat sensibly.  At parties, Derek quit
drinking well before passing out.  I practiced different techniques.

   Once Lilah saw that I was getting really good at programming her
friends, she was ready to change herself.  She had a little red notepad in
which she kept writing down commands to try.

   "But Lilah," I protested, "The reason I haven't tried to change you is
that I like you just the way you are now."

   "Maybe, but I know where all my own inhibitions really are.  You get to
approve, change or veto any command you want to, of course.  I think you'll
go along with most of what I've come up with.  Besides, fish gotta swim,
birds gotta fly, and Mind-Controllers gotta change people."

   Almost every day Lilah would present another suggested command.  She
would brace herself, like she was getting ready to get punched in the
stomach, and I would [oomph] the idea into her head.  After a few times,
she claimed she could actually feel the new command taking hold, and that
she really enjoyed the sensation.

   Our first efforts concerned her thesis.  She was really nervous about
her oral presentation.  After I [oomphed] her to calm, confidence and
focus; she came back with a request to become left-handed.  I have no idea
why, and she couldn't explain it either.  We gave it a try, but she ended
up ambidextrous.  That was followed by her request to orgasm whenever we
had sex (of any sort) - easily, intensely and often.  Then she wanted to be
easily and often aroused, then to be increasingly sensitive and responsive.
Of course all these commands applied only to sex with me.  I had absolutely
no complaints about Lilah before, but now I found out the vast difference
between "willing to" have sex, and "eager to" or "urgently, desperately,
needing to" have it.  Wow.

   "That was beyond fantastic," Lilah panted one evening as she recovered,
"Once you've had Mind-Controller, you can't ever go back!  You have
decisively locked up 'best boyfriend' forever!"

   "It's really you - your mind, I mean." I said modestly, "I could just
command you to orgasm when you brush your teeth!"

   She rolled over and wrote that one down on her little red notepad.

   I totally nixed the idea when Lilah asked for the nerve to get her
nipples pierced.  When I said I was against it, she just sighed in relief,
crossed out a line in that red notepad of hers, and said; "Good, that makes
two of us.  I thought you might want it." "No other piercings or tattoos",
I added for good measure.  She crossed out several more lines on her
notepad.

   Her next push involved her latest swimsuit.  She had a new, tiny thong
bikini (florescent pink, no less) that just barely covered anything.  It
would be illegal in 17 states.  She not only wanted to be bold enough to go
down to the pool, she wanted to wear it brazenly to the convenience store,
the mall, the opera (?!?) A few days later she had me boost her
exhibitionist streak again and we went to a club that had a wet T-shirt
contest.  She won the $500 first prize.  She wore her soaking-wet crop-top
the rest of the evening.

   By the following week she had selected a topless dance club, entering
their amateur night contest.  When the night was over, Lilah not only had
the $300 prize, but her thong (the only thing she still had on) was stuffed
with tips.

   The next afternoon, when she flipped open her red notepad, I said that
things had gone too far already.

   "Once in a while may be fun and exciting, but I'm not really a naked
drunken debauchery party guy.  I'm really happy when we go out together and
you're, like, you know, wearing clothes."

   Lilah promised to back off on the exhibitionism (canceling a tryout for
a centerfold layout) and began presenting less risquÈ ambitions each week.
She took up skydiving, performed at a poetry slam, tried to acquire a
photographic memory (that one didn't fully work), and prepared to sing the
national anthem at a ball game (still trying to book a venue, but she's
ready to go).

   When she asked me to change her favorite color from red to blue, I knew
there was a problem.

   "OK, I admit it," she confessed, "I'm a mind-change junkie.  It's such a
rush, thinking one thing, then a delicious [oomph] and I'm thinking
something totally different; and I can remember what I believed before, but
it's impossible to think that way again."

   To think some girls are happy when their boyfriends give them foot-rubs.

   Part 3 = The Evil Mind Controller Lilah came home one afternoon,
muttering under her breath, "Just for a few hours, just for the afternoon,
just a little play before I go, just some fun till I have to go." She
headed straight for the nightstand and got a pair of handcuffs from the
back of the drawer.  (I didn't know those were in there!) She threw herself
on the bed, still ignoring me, and locked both wrists to the bed frame. 
She still had the key in her hand, and was looking around the room like she
was being pursued by invisible demons.  She put the key in her mouth, then
spit it across the room.

   "What is going on?" I asked again, as her eyes came to rest on me, "What
happened?"

   "Command me!" She screamed; "Command me to obey only you!  Oomph it into
my head until my brain begins bleeding out my ears!" She suddenly looked at
the phone and jerked back from it like it was the barrel of a shotgun. 
"Get the phone out of my reach!  Don't let me!  I have to go!" She started
sobbing uncontrollably.

   Beyond normal control, maybe.  "Calm down." [oomph] "Tell me all about
it." [oomph]

   "I ran into Larry at the department's summer party.  He was there with
Veronica."

   Larry was Veronica's new boyfriend.  Everyone agreed he was a total
jerk, and he made a point of treating Veronica like dirt in front of her
friends.  She never complained, and had begun dressing like a cheap slut. I
had worried that her slut wardrobe was an over-reaction to my mind-control
suggestion from months ago, but it was soon obvious that Lawrence (as he
wanted to be called) liked having her look like a desperate crack-whore.

   "Did he say something?  Do something?" I knew how crude Larry could get.

   "He asked me to be at their apartment tonight at 8.  He oomphed me!  I
felt it.  I didn't say anything, I just made some excuse and got away.  But
I met Veronica on the way out, so I asked her about it."

   "She's pretty far gone." Lilah continued, "We should have seen it
before. I asked her if she was his slave, and she nodded yes.  Then I asked
if she had made a list for him.  Another yes.  Eventually I got her to say
that I was 2nd on the list, after Kim.  Then I got out of there, before he
could come around and give me any more commands.  I have to be there at 8!
You have to unlock me so I can go!"

   The List.  Every Evil Mind-Controller has to have his early slaves make
a list of all their hot girl-friends.

   It was incredibly difficult to get at what she was really thinking.  I
didn't want to try to override Larry's command directly; I was afraid the
conflict might make her head explode or something.  She had hurried back to
our place, but found that every idea she had about how to avoid going got
suppressed because she needed to go.  That one simple command had her brain
overheating.  She couldn't think about telling me, because I might try to
stop her.  She thought of the handcuffs right away, then she had to stop
thinking of them.  Finally she managed to visualized coming home,
handcuffing herself (for wild sex only!) talking to me, then going to
Veronica's as instructed.  If she hoped I would somehow stop her, she
didn't allow herself to think it.

   "Of course you are going to go." I said, "You will be right on time.  We
just have to plan what will happen when you get there."

   Her whole body relaxed.  She had focused in on not going, except she was
not allowed to not go.  She had also assumed that I would stop her.  Now
that that burden had been lifted, she could think clearly again.

   That was when we began our trip to paranoia city.

   We made plans, but I'm not about to tell you about them.  We had back-up
plans.  I had back-ups that Lilah didn't know about, she had back-ups that
I didn't know about.  Neither of us had any idea exactly how the [oomph]
mental-command thing really worked.  What if Larry (Lawrence, whatever) was
just a stronger Mind-Controller than me?  We had surprise.  Larry had no
way of knowing that Lilah could tell he was using Mind-Control on her. 
That meant . . . .  well, you'll see.

   We got there early.  Larry should be at the Game till 7:45 or so,
anyway. I let myself in with the spare key that Veronica had given Lilah.
(Larry probably hadn't bothered to ask about such details.) In the living
room, facing the door, Veronica and Kim knelt on the floor, naked, waiting
for their master's return.  They looked disappointed when they saw it was
me.  Kim had a black eye.

   "You don't see me [oomph].  You don't remember me coming in [oomph]. 
You don't hear me or notice that I am here unless I speak to you [oomph]."
I felt like The Shadow.

   Lilah was hiding out in the hall, waiting for Larry to get home before
she "arrived".  I hid behind the door to the kitchen.

   Larry got home right on time, and had barely closed the door when
Veronica and Kim said (in unison, with a flat monotone voice) "Welcome
master.  How can we serve you?" Before Larry answered, Lilah was knocking
on the door behind him.

   Larry let her in and took a couple steps back.

   "Now take off all your clothes, Bitch!"

   At least he had the standard line down pat.  Lilah was so brave, she had
volunteered to do this.  She blinked twice.  That was our signal that she
had been [oomphed] but was able to resist.  I had [oomphed] into her
immunity to Larry's commands in dozens of deep, subtle, clever or powerful
ways (everything that Lilah or I could think of) but until now we had no
notion of whether it would work, or if Larry could just over-ride
everything.  Maybe he still could, if he tried, but since Lilah was
stripping for him, he wasn't thinking of much else.

   When Lilah is taking her clothes off, no one alive can watch her and
focus on anything else.  She removed her light jacket, revealing a
sleeveless blouse beneath.  Inside the jacket was a small silver pocket
flask, which she handed to Larry.  (That should've been a clue to him, he
hadn't told her to do that.) Lilah grabbed the neckline of her blouse in
either hand and ripped all the buttons off, shrugging it to the floor and
revealing her outstanding bust-line.  I took advantage of the distraction
to risk [oomphing] the suggestion to Larry to take a sip from the flask he
was now holding.  He gulped down about half of it.

   Larry's knees buckled under him and he slumped to the floor.  I came out
and helped Lilah drag him to the couch.  He was still awake, but
disoriented, confused and highly suggestible.  I don't know what she put in
the flask, but Lilah was only 6 weeks from a doctorate in bio-chemistry and
she knew her stuff.

   "You have completely lost the ability to control minds [oomph]. 
Whenever you try, you experience intense, disabling pain [oomph].  The pain
grows much worse with each attempt [oomph].  All your experiences with
Mind-Control you remember as only a dream [oomph].  You find the whole idea
of Mind-Control repulsive and unpleasant to think about [oomph].  You want
to leave town and start your life anew [oomph].  Now go to sleep [oomph]."

   I had written this all out on a note-card in advance, so I would be
ready in Larry's brief window of vulnerability.  Now we would have to back
off and see if it worked.

   We dressed Veronica and Kim and hustled them back to our place.  Once
home, Lilah turned to me, still wearing the blouse she had ripped down the
front.  She was wide-eyed, sweating, and breathing hard.

   "You said you were boring and ordinary.  You never said that being with
you meant a life of adventure, danger, and excitement!"

   "I had no idea . . . .  "

   "I am so horny right now, I intend to take you to the bedroom, throw you
on the bed, use those handcuffs to hold you in place, and rape you till you
pass out." She advanced on me with a hungry look.

   Maybe I could've stopped her, I'll never know.

   Part 4 = Aftermath When Larry woke up, he packed his things and left
town.  Apparently all the commands I gave him worked.  Maybe too well.  8
months later Veronica got a letter from him, from Bolivia.  It included a
picture of Larry, now calling herself Laura, standing in front of (her) new
flock of Vicunas.  Laura and all the Vicunas are smiling.

   Healing the damage to Veronica and Kim has been a more difficult task.
One of the first rules of Mind-Control is: Never Say "Forget Everything".
Fortunately Larry (Laura, whatever) had never tried anything complex or
unusual with either of them.  Veronica will be OK with enough time, but Kim
wants to move in with Lilah and me, and serve as our slave.  She was a
bisexual with strong submissive streak before Larry got hold of her, and I
have been hesitant trying to pare back the huge boost that he gave those
tendencies.

   Lilah says that becoming bisexual and sharing threesomes with me is in
her red notepad of things to do, but I'm not sure that I'm ready for that
kind of relationship.  Lilah is still pissed at Veronica for putting her
beneath Kim on "The List" when Larry asked for all of Veronica's "Hot"
friends to become sex-slave candidates.

   Lilah, Veronica and Kim all agree that I have a much bigger [oomph] than
Larry.  Maybe it's from all the practice.  Lilah says the important thing
is how well you use it.

   We are ready to continue to hunt Evil Mind-Controllers.  Lilah is the
perfect bait.  I cannot imagine any Evil Mind-Controller (man or woman)
spotting her in a restaurant, at a concert, or just walking down the
street, without saying to themselves: "I must have her for my own!" I know
that's what I think every time I see her.

   Lilah wants to get married.  She thinks I should secretly [oomph] her
when we give our wedding vows.  She says that that would make her
incredibly hot for our entire honeymoon.  Like she could get any hotter.

   "There is nothing I would love more." I said, "But are you sure you want
to settle for me?  For the rest of your life everyone would be asking you
'What are you doing with him?' You can easily have any guy you want."

   "That's what I mean." She said, "Mention 'Marriage' or 'Commitment' to
any of my previous boyfriends and they would backpedal, hem and haw, talk
about not being hasty, and finally it was 'So long, Lilah!' You act like
you've just won the Super-Grand Lottery, and you're just double-checking
your ticket."

   That's when I finally figured why I compared so well with Lilah's past
boyfriends.  They were all just plain stupid.