Stay home.

For the first time in years, I wanted to go to school, but I felt awful. I was never going to alter history again. This felt worse then a hangover...and I pretty much said the same thing when I had one...'cept it was about drinking, not altering history. I shook my head.

"No, Jean...take me to my room," I ordered. "I really don't feel so good." She nodded and helped me to my room. As we went upstairs, I had an idea. I mumbled, "I can control my powers and wouldn't mistakenly activate them." Oh shit, I nearly puked, but I felt a tingle in my brain. Once we were in my room, Jean addressed me again.

"Do you require my help undressing, Ma'am?" "Yes, I do...and call me "Mistress" or "Mistress Denise"," I ordered. She smiled again, but there was a hint of lust to it this time (which was what I was going for). "Of course, Mistress." While for the most part, I didn't really need help, my shoes I actually couldn't untie at the moment. My fingers fumbled with the strings. Fuck me, I had to be more careful with these powers. I was soon in my underwear. Jean gave me that lustful smile again.

"Does Mistress require further...service?" she asked. I had no doubt what she meant by "service".