bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Mentor Mind ScrambleThe librarian who was leading the way was young, pro
bimbo-puppetsandplaythings: Mentor Mind ScrambleThe librarian who was leading the way was young, probably a student at the University employed to stack shelves for a little bit of income. He was nervous and flustered and had to keep pausing whilst I calmly kept up.“She asked for you specifically professor”, he said breathlessly. “I don’t know what’s wrong. An anxiety attack or something by the looks of things”.I nodded in understanding as we climbed the stairs and delved between the shelves. When we approached I expected to see a small concerned crowd surrounding her but I was wrong. There she sat completely alone. I guess the library was that huge and students relied so much on online resources these days that no one had seen her. Either that or they thought it best not to get involved.“I’ll take it from here”, I said to the librarian who didn’t take the hint. “Leave us a second will you”.Eventually the penny dropped. He mumbled something incomprehensible but seemed all too glad to be relieved of the burden of care and get back to work. I admired her first before approaching. There was something childlike about the way she was sat on the carpet, clutching her head and rocking slightly. I had my back to her so it wasn’t until I bent down and placed a hand on her spine that she realised I was there.“Oh thank God, thank God”, she squealed hysterically scrabbling for my jacket and eventually grabbing my hand. “I can’t…I can’t…”“Noone’s asking you do any anything”, I whispered softly squeezing her fingers reassuringly. “You don’t have to do any research”.She was broken, well and truly scrambled. It was only a few months ago that she was embarking on her doctorate thesis and incredibly unfortunate that such a hot girl could have had me as a mentor. I was never going to let such a cutie keep all of that promising intelligence snuggled in that head of hers. She had to be converted. It would be a crime against beauty not to.“So many books”, she rasped, rocking again. “All around me…too much…too much…I just can’t think anymore”.I ran a hand up and down her arm. She was freezing cold. The cute outfit was no doubt largely responsible, skimpy enough that mainstream society could accept it yet meagre enough to turn heads. I hadn’t ordered her to put it on but something in that jumble of thoughts must have compelled her to.“What are you doing in here anyway?” I asked slipping out of my suit jacket and placing it across her shoulders. “I thought I told you to stay in the flat. This is no place for you”.Yes she lived with me now and though that should have been wholly unprofessional I ensured we both covered our tracks. Her roommate was surprised when she announced she was moving out to try living alone where she had her own space and room to concentrate on her studies but she made sure to keep it temporarily as her address for all the University papers. “I just had a weird thought, some idea I wanted to study so I got all dressed up like a schoolgirl and decided to come to campus. Then I got here and got scared and confused and…I just want to go home”.She clung on to me tightly. She depended on me entirely now as if our bodies and souls were interlinked. Every time she had visited my office the hypnosis and mind control had penetrated deeper. On the surface she was discussing her hypothesis and research techniques but underlying it all was my suggestions with subtle messages dotted about my office for support. She had changed and it had been so seamless that she barely recognised it.“What have I told you”, I said clamping my hands softly and carefully against her cheeks and pulling her eyes into mine. “You’re not cut out to be a doctor. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. You’ll feel much more comfortable as a bimbo maid. We’ve got the uniform and it’s a job you’re perfectly capable of doing”.Boy, did we have the uniform. The black skirt with the pretty apron was so horizontally frilly that it did absolutely nothing to hide her pussy and full, round ass whilst the black top with the lacy sleeves was almost completely see-through. She wore it with black ballet heels that kept her on tip toes, white stockings that exemplified her long legs and a little maid’s cap like the cherry on top of a perfect cake. The sight confirmed that I made the right decision and she will get better with age after multiple sessions at the bimbo conversion centre for plastic surgery enhancements.In the confines of my hands her head nodded in confirmation. She was starting to calm down now which was important as it would raise suspicions if I took her out and the short distance back to my place.“Do you think you can make your way back home now? I’ll be back soon and we can discuss your future at the University tonight. I think it would be best if you quit sooner rather than later”.It was the first time a smile spread across her lips as if the question of never returning ever again would be a huge weight off her shoulders. The mind control had worked even better than I could have ever imagined. She wished me a good day and we hugged tightly before she left.With every step she took between the books I mentally undressed her until she was out of sight and my thoughts turned back to upcoming lectures I had to teach.Like this story? Have something to say? Please feel free to leave me a comment in the Ask Me Anything section of my Tumblr page or e-mail me at b-pap@hotmail.com. I’m also open to picture submissions in the Submit section.For further reading check out my Deviant Art page at http://bpap.deviantart.com/ or my story area at www.mcstories.com. My author name is BPAP.Thanks for readingB-PAP -- source link