Simon says...

You turn towards Simon, and try to focus your mind on him. You do not know precisely how this is supposed to work... With Roy, you barely had to think a command, and he obeyed as if he were a puppet with invisible strings. Staring at Simon, you try to project onto him the desire to take his cock out of his pants and show it to you.

Simon continues to stare at you, rubbing himself through his clothes. Once again, you try and project the image onto him... Clearer this time... Unbuckle your belt, take out your cock, and present it to me. Go on. You begin to see something in his eyes; he's struggling with a thought.

"What is it you are thinking, Simon? Tell me."

"Uh... Nothing, My Lady," he replies, lowering his eyes to the floor.

"Please, My Lady," Thomas cuts in, taking a step forward. "If I may be so bold... It is unkind to tempt him so. He is but a young lad, and seeing you in this state has had the natural effect on him... And your father would have him skinned if he were to act on it. Please forgive him if he has offended you in any way... And myself, for speaking so--"

"Silence, Thomas!" You shoot him a glare before continuing. "Simon, tell me what it is you're thinking. What do you want?" You give the thought another push. "Speak and be honest, otherwise it will be me who orders you skinned."

His head jerks back up, looking you in the eye. "...I cannot, My Lady. P-please forgive me, but you have to see, this isn't--" He pauses, watching you bristle with anger, and then sighs. "...I am thinking about... Your pussy, My Lady."

"What about my pussy?"

"I was wondering what it would taste like," he admits, hanging his head. "What it would feel like to fuck..."

Hmm. That's far from the command you were trying to impress upon his mind... Another failure.