Her name is Samantha...

I walked into the girl's dorm room - unlocked, thankfully - and regarded the young woman sitting on the edge of her bed, her eyes wide with fear; her mind was going a mile-a-minute, I could tell, though her body was perfectly still.

"What's your name?" I asked, and was surprised at the harshness of my voice; I sounded pissed. Well, I felt pissed. She looked up at me, panic in her eyes... and said nothing.

Well, shit.

}I can speak to answer his questions,{ I 'sent,' and it felt different than before; usually, when I pushed a thought into someone's mind, there was a sense of some resistance, even a little bit... but with this girl, the thought just slid right in. I could feel almost an ABSENCE of barriers, like my earlier anger-fueled push had knocked down her defenses and nothing had restored them yet.

"My name is Samantha," she told me, and looked vastly relieved at hearing her own voice. "Samantha Anne Robertson."

"Uh huh. So tell me, Samantha Anne Robertson, what made you so damn angry at Kelly?"

"I heard her screaming while she was getting fucked and it made me jealous because I only ever got fucked once and it didn't feel all that great and I started to think that maybe there was something wrong with me and now when people enjoy sex it makes me bitter and resentful," she blurted out in a casual voice... and then she looked shocked as all hell.

Well, who could blame her? I was pretty shocked myself. I'd told her to answer my questions - and it seems she was doing so without any of the usual filters and half-truths most people use in conversation! Hell - she wasn't even lying to herself the way most of us do without thinking about it!

"So you were jealous, is that it?"

"Oh definitely," she answered calmly, her steady voice a strange counterpoint to the shocked horror and dismay on her face. "Secretly I dream about getting fucked and feeling that good but it never happens because I think I must be broken."

Shit. Now I felt bad. I'd gone and blasted open this poor girl's mind and it turned out she was just as messed up inside as Kelly had been.

"Why do you think you're broken, Samantha?"

"Because my only female role models have been strong women and I don't want to be one of those, I want someone to tell me what to do and make me their ****," she replied calmly... blushing furiously. "I've never admitted that out loud before but I just want to be used and degraded and give over all responsibility to someone stronger and more powerful than me. I read stories on the Internet, see, and they made me feel all tingly inside."

I blinked... and then smiled slowly. "Well, Samantha... it's your lucky day." And then I followed those words with another mental push, and once again I was rewarded with a sense of... a complete lack of barrier or defense. Her mind was an open book before me, and I wrote in it without a care in the world.

}This man is my Master. I will obey him in all things.{

Samantha... relaxed, suddenly, as the thoughts entered her mind. Suddenly everything made sense to her; everything was as it should be. She could surrender.

"How may I serve you, Master?" she breathed, a smile finally forming on her lips.

It wasn't until later that I realized I'd broken her completely. Right then... I just wanted to enjoy myself.