Ling Tsao, the stacked Chinese Teaching Assistant

You wait in Gillian’s office as she goes to fetch her TA for your experiment. You made sure she was presentable before leaving the class room, though you did have her throw away her bra and then you sucked on her nipples until they were rock hard and quite noticeable beneath the white blouse.

You don’t see any pictures of any husband or boyfriend in her office, just a pampered golden retriever. That’s a relief. It would be awkward explaining to her husband that Gillian was now your devoted sex ****. Of course, if you’re right about your ability, you could make a man loan you his wife and be glad to do it. Or maybe you could just tell a woman to go back to her husband when you were done with her and make both of them forget about it. You wonder if you can mess with memory like that and if it’d be permanent or if it would wear off.

At the thought of your power wearing off, you suddenly don’t feel so well. Isn’t it taking Gillian too long to come back? God, what if your power only works if you stay with the person you’re controlling?

You’re about to make a run for it when Gillian opens the door and the look of utter adoration she gives you calms your fears. She’s still yours. Behind her is Ling Tsao, her Chinese teaching assistant. Ling is in her mid 20s, has a broad, round face and is tall for her nationality. Long black hair sweeps down to the small of her back and she has a pair of jugs beneath her sweater that are damn near the size of her head. God but you hope this works!

“This is the man I wanted you to meet with,” Gillian tells Ling. “You’re very lucky that Simon has taken an interest in you.”

The TA looks very confused. You think at Gillian to close the door. She doesn’t respond. So it doesn’t work just by thinking. You have to tell her what to do. She has to do what Simon says. Cute. You always hated that name growing up, of course, but now you think it’s going to become your favorite.

“Close the door, Gillian,” you tell her. “And keep it closed.”

“Of course,” she agrees and complies.

“What is going on here?” Ling says, confusion giving way to paranoia.

“An experiment!” you tell her. “Or maybe a game. Do you play Simon Says in China?”

Ling scowls but then says, “This is like Teacher Says, yes?”

You grin. “Yes, but here the teacher’s name is Simon! And Simon says pat your head.”

Ling looks at Gillian but the professor is just staring adoringly at you.

“Ling, pat your head!” you insist. “Just do what I say and pat your head.”

Reluctantly, she begins patting her head with one hand. Of course, this proves nothing.

“Ling, touch your toes,” you tell her and with one more quick glance at Gillian, she complies, her dark hair sliding along her back to sweep the floor.

“Ling, stand up fast!” you tell her and she does so, her hair flying and her big boobies bouncing. She blushes.

“Ling, put your fists on your hips and try to touch your elbows behind your back,” you tell her.

“But I cannot…no one can…” her fists go to her hips. “I do not like this game….I do not want to…”

She looks longingly at the door that Gillian guards.

“Do it, Ling,” you tell her. “Try to touch your elbows behind your back.”

Her lower lip quivers and she her elbows go back, resulting in the desired effect of pushing her tits out and upward. Your reach out with both hands and grope them.

“Aye!” she exclaims but doesn’t pull her elbows forward or remove her hands from her hips. She backs away instead, saying something frantic in Chinese that may be a prayer.

“Simon says freeze, Ling!” you say, “Don’t move except to breath.”

She complies, her breathing ragged and her chest trembling, but everything else motionless.

You approach her casually and she forgets to breathe for a moment.

“Don’t be afraid, Ling,” you say and her breathing normalizes. “Simon says you enjoy being touched by me. Simon says I make you very horny!”

She gasps and you once again begin fondling her tits as she stands motionless presenting them to you.

“It didn’t seem to take as long this time, Gillian!” you observe, looking over Ling’s shoulder to your professor. “I don’t know if I’m getting stronger or if she was weaker than you.”

“You are stronger, Master!” she claims. “I hear it in your voice! It’s overwhelming! How could anyone not obey?”

You grin and hope she's right, though her opinion is a little fucked up where you're concerned. But Ling definitely seems to be under your control.

"You can move now. Show me your tits, Ling," you say.

And she licks her lips and moans a little as she takes hold of her sweater and pulls it off, then goes to work on removing her bra with trembling fingers.

"Tell me how you feel, Ling?" you ask.

"Horny...so very horny." she says. "I'm confused but I'm not afraid and I'm so very fucking horny!"

"Hmmmm," you say. "Maybe we should do something about that."