Oh my... That was different

A warm passionate kiss and a whispered, "Thank you." from Amy were the last thing you expected from someone you just fucked- in more ways than one.

"Huh?"

"Thank you." She repeats playfully as she moves over and wraps a comforter around you both. "It's what you say when someone makes your dreams a reality."

You furrow your brow, thinking back over your commands to her but find yourself at a loss to understand her behavior until she laughs and explains.

"I've always been a closet submissive. I'm a frequent visitor to several erotic mind control fiction websites, and I always dreamed of a strong master putting me deep into their power. I always expected a swinging watch, or subliminal laced video but your eyes and your voice... my god, they blasted away my resistance like it wasn't even there. I'm glad it was you who did it though."

"Why?" You ask still perplexed.

"Why? I've had the biggest crush on you since I met you! I just felt drawn to you. The more I learned about you the more I liked you. Of course that probably doesn't matter now that you can mindfuck any woman you want into the sack."

You sit there for a long moment thinking. Here's a woman who's smart, honest, attractive, and willing to be your ****, and you are technically single...

"Wanna go steady?"

"Please. I don't want your pity."

"Good, cause I'm not giving any. I could go on and on about how attractive you are. I could put you under and make you believe we've always been together. I could do a number of things, but I'm asking you, cause I wanna get to know you better."

"All right. I'll call your bluff. What- or who- are you doing Saturday night?"

"What? Nothing. Who? You if you want it."

"8:00 here." She said with a smirk. "Then we'll see if you're for real."

"I'll be here."

"So why did you pick me anyway?" She asks snuggling closer under the blanket. "I mean I don't have the curves of Martinique, or the dean's long legs, or-"

"Think of your mirror." You say cutting off her self depreciating tirade. She instantly brightens as you continue. "I chose you because of this." You tap her temple.

"Ah, an all too seldom seen MC plot. Young mind controler ensnares the brightest member of the opposite sex to avoid detection. Well, then tell me what happened to you and I'll give you some advice."

You relate your experiences before and after the accident, glossing over the specifics of Cyndi's bedside manner. Amy is not distracted.

"Details!"

"If I give you details we'll end up back in bed."

"You say that like it's a bad thing!"

"I thought guys were supposed to be perpetually horny." You say with a smirk. "Details Saturday. I still wanna make it to my dorm and home tonight. So what can you tell me?"

"Okay, looks like you absorbed the meteorite into your body. Radiation probably gave you your new abilities. I'm sure you've noticed the physical changes."

"Physical changes?"

"You've always had a six pack, seven inch, and the endurance of a Clydesdale?"

"Okay, point made." You say nodding.

"Okay, your musculature is denser so even though you don't look any larger, your stronger than you were. Would you like some pussy?" She said conversationally.

"No maybe- What kinda question was that?"

"Libido check. I'd wager yours was increased by the accident. Fuck often and much."

"Huh?"

"Satisfy your sex drive while you can control it, or you'll end up turning someone into a vegetable." Amy said as though talking to a small child. "And while you're at it take a psych course. You better know how a person's mind works before fucking it up."

"I did pretty good on yours." You protest.

"Yes and I thank you for it." Amy says rubbing your back. "That was a good deed you did for me. Try to do one a week, just to remind yourself you're still human."

You think a moment as your hands wander over Amy's body unconsciously teasing her errogenous zones. You did like the warm glow inside when you set up her mirror trigger. You're drawn from your ruminations when Amy gasps and arches her back, where your hand is currently rubbing.

"How the hell did you do that?"

"Do what?" You ask bewildered.

"When you were rubbing my back! That was so intense I almost came! I didn't even know that was there!"

"I wasn't thinking about it. My hands were just wandering by themselves. Guess I got lucky."

"Nah. I think you subconciously knew how to please me somehow. Another aspect of your powers."

"So Sahib, teach me the ways if being MC master."

Amy laughs and smacks you lightly in the chest. "All right. Firstly, mind controlled slaves can be expensive. I reccomend finding a few sugar momma's living off daddy's trust fund and 'persuade' them to donate what won't be missed. Second, get the dean as soon as you safely can. Not only is she pretty hot for a woman her age, but when you own the dean and you own the school. Lastly, I want you to call me when a new aspect of your powers develop, no matter what the hour." She slides you a piece of paper with her dorm number, cell phone, and e-mail which
you memorize and destroy. "That's it."

"Good." You say, filling your voice with enough power to make your voice irresistable. "Look into my eyes!"

Amy's eyes snap to yours a moment before sinking closed as she returns to her entranced state. "Now Amy, listen and obey...."

Amy blinks herself awake to find both of you fully dressed. "What did you do?"

You smirk as you reach for the door. "T minus five seconds." You say slipping outside.

Five seconds later Amy is panting on the floor from a massive orgasm, curteousy of your post hypnotic suggestion. In retrospect, maybe you should have left her naked.

After adding Psych 1 to your schedule you sit in the quad debating where to take yourself now. A stop by your own dorm couldn't hurt, but then again the dean is notorious for putting in late nights in her office. Or maybe you could stop by Cyndi's house, or just go home. You tap your chin in thought and stand up and head...