Act like a disciplinarian

You **** yourself to scowl as you open your window. Dropping your control of the girl, you yell, “Young lady, hold it right there!” She freezes, too shocked to do anything.

You run out of your office and fly down the stairs. By the time you get outside a crowd has formed around her and is making lewd suggestions, but she just stands there, completely embarrassed. Her terrific body and gorgeous face look even better up close, but you focus on looking angry. “What do you think you’re doing! This is a college campus, not a strip club!”

“It wasn’t me!” says the petite blonde. “I swear, something took control of me!”

“Yeah right, little purple aliens made you dance for them.” The students gathered around laugh, making her blush. “You’d better come inside and see if you can come up a better story.”

The crowd makes disappointed noises as you lead the beautiful girl into the building. You guide her to your office and into a chair, then lock the door and close the blinds.

“Now, miss…?”

“Marshal. Amber Marshal.”

“Fine. Amber. Why did you decide to act so lewdly in public?” You sit close to her and start making her horny.

“I don’t know!” Her large chest heaves as she quickly gets worked up in a couple different ways. “I was sitting on the bench, reading my French book, when I… uh…” She starts to sweat, clearly feeling the effects of your mental command. “Oh God, Professor, I think it’s happening again!”

You roll your eye theatrically while sending her the next command. “Really, Amber, it’s not-“ You don’t have to pretend to be shocked as she pulls off her t-shirt. Her bra-clad breasts are even better than you thought they’d be, D-cups at least.

“Professor, I can’t control myself!” She reaches behind her back and unsnaps her bra. She pulls it off with a flourish, releasing her massive mounds. “Oh! That shouldn’t feel so good!”

“Miss Marshal!” you say with all the **** you can muster, which isn’t much, “You have to stop! I’m a professor, you could get us both in a lot of trouble.” You focus on her getting more horny, while still knowing that she’s out of control. You command her to jump you. “Amber, you have to-”

She kisses you hard on the lips. Her huge breasts crush against your chest, but you hold your hands back as if you don’t want to touch her. She stops kissing you and sits on your lap, straddling your legs.

“Professor, you have to stop me!”

“How?!” you ask.

“Just try!”

You put your hands on her shoulders and push, but also send her body another command. She digs her nails into your back and bites your shoulder. Her legs wrap tight around yours and she beats her fists against your back. None of this is hard enough to really hurt, but you act like she’s doing a lot of damage. After a minute you make her stop.

“Professor! I’m so sorry, I couldn’t help it! Are you okay?”

“Yes...” You make your voice sound scared even though you feel great. “But if I try to push you off again, you might hurt me. Or even yourself!” You add one last bit of desire to her.

“Uuunnnnhhh!” cries Amber. “I think… I think you just have to go along with it until I get control back!”

It’s only barely possible for you to hold back your smile.