Neither of them. I'm hearing things.

As I headed through the second floor women's hallway to get to my room, though, I heard a noise and stopped. Was that... a moan? I pressed my ear to the wall and listened closer. It was. Whoever was in this room was fingering themselves at this very moment. I checked the door quickly. Who lived here? It looked like this was an RA's room. One Enora Pottinger was inside, presumably fingering herself at this very moment.

I checked the door quietly. For some strange reason, she'd left it unlocked. A small horny part of my brain popped up and suggested that she wanted someone to come in while she was masturbating, but I shut it away. Slowly opening the door, I peeked inside. Sure enough, there she was, legs splayed out on the bed, eyes closed, fingers on her pussy, rubbing it madly. I closed the door, then pulled out the pendulum. Steadying myself, I knocked sharply on the door. A muffled "Oh shit" followed by a couple thumping noises resulted in a very flustered Enora opening the door in a bathrobe.

"Can I help you?" She was doing her best to look severe and professional, but the image was a bit ruined by the fact that I not only knew what she looked like underneath, but also knew that she'd been fucking herself senseless not 30 seconds earlier.

"Yeah, actually. I found this pendulum earlier, and I was wondering what to do with it?" I dangled the pendulum in between the two of us, and let it do its magic. Her eyes fixed on it, and I watched as her body stilled. After about two minutes, she shook her head and looked back at me.

"I'm sorry, what was that you said again?"

I put on my best smile. "Could you hold this for me quick?" I handed her the pendulum and she took it, a slight shudder passing through her.

"Thank you so much. Now please hand it back to me?" She handed it back to me, a shudder passing through her once again as I saw her legs clench together. Just as I'd hypothesized, the Conditioned **** ability that I'd chosen meant that each time she did what I asked, she was rewarded with pleasure. Sitting just below the brink of orgasm as she was, it must be even more effective than usual. Now for the final test. "Would you mind inviting me inside?" As I asked, her I fiddled with her personality just a bit so that she'd be more likely to let me in.

"Of course." Once again, she trembled as she did my bidding, legs now struggling to support her as I stepped inside, taking in the scene. Her bedroom looked like it was pristine under normal circumstances, but the combination of her masturbating and my sudden appearance meant that her bed was a complete mess with a notable puddle in the middle, and there were clothes strewn across the floor from her attempt to put on something decent quickly. I looked over at her, standing next to me with a bright red blush on her face.

"Care to tell me what you were doing here before I walked in?"

She blushed even brighter and shook her head, legs squeezed together as she looked away, too embarrassed to say anything. I gently held her chin and turned her face towards me. "You were fingering yourself, weren't you?"

Her eyes widened, and she nodded, squeaking out a "yes".

"Tell me what you did, darling."

"I... I was masturbating." She tried to put on a determined face, but that was right when her conditioning decided to flood her system with pleasure from doing as she was told. Her legs crumpled, and if I hadn't been close enough to catch her, she would have collapsed to the floor. A moment later, she looked up at me as I held her in my arms. "Thank you", she murmured, her face flush and her breathing inconsistent.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I-" She paused midway through her sentence. "I'm so fucking horny. Please just fuck me."

I grinned at her. "Gladly".