Start off small

I left her office and walked towards the seating area outside the offices of the department. Mere seconds later she quickly walked out of her office and locked the door behind her before rushing towards the lift to get to the class she was now 15 minutes late for.

I leaned back on the sofa and closed my eyes with my face pointing upwards towards the ceiling. I felt for the connection to Katherine though since I had never entered her mind before it was rather difficult to do so, at first. Luckily for me she was still close by so after half a minute I was able to move my mind into hers and the second I was inside her head I felt the painful headache my paper had caused her.

The first thought I planted in her head was "I need a coffee before anything else" Suddenly I heard her thoughts "Wait what am I thinking? I hate coffee." Knowing it was far too soon to **** my thoughts on her I had to fight through the pain in her head.

She had broken into a small jog to get to her class, she was already so late that she didn't care about looking unorganised as she rushed to the class in another building on the other side of campus.

"Stupid Charlie. How could he think that shit was even a little presentable? I knew from the start he would be a fuck up." Naturally I was pissed by this, it doesn't matter though as I was going to get payback soon enough. I just needed to be patient.

As she jogged I started to realise something about the way she was dressed. After spending a month with my mind inside Rachel, I learned the difference between walking around wearing a bra and without. It turns out my professor wasn't wearing one. Her large, E-cup breasts were wildly bounding under the sensible blouse and cardigan.

I never would have guessed that she was even a little slutty, but this revelation definitely changed how long it was going to take to make her submit to me. I still just need to be careful with how many thoughts I planted in her mind.

As she jogged the headache we were both feeling was getting worse. I knew coffee would help it, so again I planted into her mind. "I read once that coffee can really help a headache."

Again I heard her own thoughts fight back, "Wait, where did I read that."

I needed to be careful here and sound realistic, "That magazine I read last week had an article about it."

Still, her own mind fought back, "No... I haven't read a magazine in years."

"Fuck!" I thought to myself without her also thinking it. I was just about ready to give up on simply getting a coffee when her mind spoke up again. "Fuck it. I can't teach with my head like this."

She turned into the student shop and ordered a black coffee from the woman behind the desk. The woman was short and blonde, wearing a black t-shirt and dark blue jeans. She was pretty, very pretty actually. I've seen her a few times and have thought about what she would look like naked. Her chest is flat and her stomach a little round, but the imperfections of people is that I like about them.

While in Katherine's mind I imagined what this girl looked like naked. I imagined her in the shower with her shoulder length bright blonde hair sticking to her face from the water as she washed the dirt off of her soapy fake-tanned body.

I imagined her hands exploring her body, rubbing her tits clean, vigorously and then venturing down to her wet cunt to please herself as she cleaned herself.

Suddenly Katherine interrupted my shower fantasy. "What the Hell am I thinking? Good God, what is wrong with me?" I didn't realise it, but she saw my fantasy as well, and she judged herself harshly for believing she was the one who thought of it. Something else I learned from this is that when I get aroused when sharing her head so does she. It is fully within my power to get her wet whenever I want. This was duly noted.

When the woman handed over the coffee Katherine couldn't look her in the eyes, embarrassed over the images of her in the shower. As soon as she took the drink from her hand she turned too quickly for the cup and spilled some over her top. "Shit! Shit! Shit!" She thought.

The coffee was clear on her blouse at her abdomen, she tied her cardigan over it to hide the stain. She chugged the rest of the drink, the burning coffee hurt our throat badly and she gagged from both the smell and the taste while I relished in it. Though I did slip up and spoke into her mind from the sudden gulping down of the scolding water, "Not so fast you Bitch!"

She stared in confusion and her mind fought me again, "What is going on? Am I going insane now?"

Katherine was just staring into space while stood a few feet away from the counter; most of the people around her were watching her in confusion. When she snapped back to reality she looked around at the people watching her and I could feel how embarrassed she was right there and then.

She ran out of the shop with sweat suddenly starting to glisten on her body, not from running but from the embarrassment. And finally she arrived to class, only she was 25 minutes late and her schedule was broken. "Okay Kat, compose yourself." I heard her think.

After setting her bag down and turning on the computer she went about teaching as normal. She addressed the fact that after reviewing a student's work that she will have to go over some classes once more.

I was getting kind of angry again so I started planting thoughts into her mind again. "I wonder how the class would react if they knew I wasn't wearing a bra." She stopped talking for a few seconds to process what she thought was coming from her own mind. She brushed it off and went back to teaching.

"I wonder how they would react if I started teaching naked." Suddenly I was fantasising over her stood naked with a book in hand and fake glasses on her face, her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders and barely hiding her tits. I imagined her free hand playing with her clit and she taught the class as normal until she saw me sat in the back row of the lecture hall. I imagined her drop the book and crawl towards me. When she reached me she slowly lowered my trousers and took my cock in her mouth as the rest of the class watched her.

There was an audible gasp out of her mouth from the shock of imagining this. The class was staring at her and she daren't look any of them in the eye after thinking that. I was slowly working my way into her head properly now. I could feel her blushing and if I didn't know any better there was a small wet patch in her knickers.

Again she brushed aside my thoughts and got back to teaching, this was where I needed to be very, very careful. If I focus hard enough I can look into the memories of the people who I enter, so while she was distracted with teaching I slipped further into her mind. I needed to know her address for my plan to work.

"I can't wait to get home tonight," I made her think, "get in the house and take a nice hot bath." Suddenly her own mind responded to me as if she were talking to herself, "Not a bad plan Kat, just get through today and relax at home." Now I just needed to know where her home was.

"Where is my home again?" I made her think and with barely a second gone by I heard her thoughts, "What are you talking about Kat? It's 48 Lyncon Street."

My mind snapped back into my body and I found myself back on the sofa with several students around me. Some genius took the opportunity to draw on my face while I was otherwise occupied. Didn't matter though, as tonight I was going to have a lot of fun with my Professor.