A female friend of mine, Sherri, who also is a pharmacist and a bit of an amateur chemist, came to me about two years ago with an interesting request. “I know you like taking control of masculine guys,” she said, nervously. “And I’ve been following your Tumblr.” She looked away and wouldn’t look me in the eyes. “And I really like it.”
"Yes… go on."
"Well, I’ve combined a few generics and made a few chemical changes, and, well… I think I’ve created a hynotic mind control drug that would effectively rob a man of his free will for about six hours per dose. I would love for you to test it."
"I see," I said. "Well, it so happens that I have a luncheon tomorrow with a young CPA who wants to come to work for me. He’s just out of university and is voraciously boffing a friend’s daughter, and that is not making my friend very happy. Perhaps I can give your creation a test and take care of my friend’s problem, too."
Sherri handed me a paper packet that was just slightly larger than your normal sugar packet. “It has no taste and dissolves in any liquid,” she said, handing me several. “Two of these will keep a healthy male subject under your spell for six hours.”
I took the packets. “Give me two more, just in case.” She complied. “I’ll let you know how it goes.”
I immediately changed the lunch reservations and notified the young man of the change… from a larger, more public venue to a very private, more expensive café. The young man showed up, right on time, dressed in suit and tie. He was a beautiful blond, well built, with blue eyes like pools. “I can see what my friend’s daughter likes about this one,” I thought.
And when our discussion got to details, he bent over to access documents in his briefcase and I dumped Sherri’s treat into his coffee. It took a few minutes, but in a while I could tell that he was starting to be distracted and having trouble focusing. He excused himself a few minutes later to go to the bathroom, and when he returned, his tie had disappeared and his shirt was open to the fourth button. His focus had moved from his qualifications to peddling his assets for my attention. I knew I had him. And I had also decided that I wanted him.
It didn’t take long before he agreed that we should leave to continue our discussion in a more private location.
He didn’t get the CPA job… but he did find his life’s calling. One nice side effect of Sherri’s treat was that after about three months on it, the ability for independent thought had pretty much disappeared. He’s made quite an eager servant since day one. Sherri’s quite pleased with her little discovery, and I captured a hunky italian man for her with it… ensuring that I get a lifetime supply.