How do I do it? Many people have asked me this and I never let them into the secret but I am now willing to tell. How do I influence people in a way that makes them my slave? How did I build an empire of crime and power? How did I go from being an average poor black boy growing up in a slum like area to being one of the most powerful crime bosses in the country? How did I land up in jail?
The real question is not how but why? Why did I do all these things and why did I fail? I suppose to answer these questions I need to go back to my childhood.
As a boy I was pretty average, for a black boy, physically, I mean. I had no particular talents, no good looks, nothing. I did have one thing though and I still can't explain it. From early childhood, I could influence people. My voice had a strange quality about it. I could get things from my parents while my brothers were not given anything. My mum went out of her way to get me anything I asked her for. I just assumed it was because she loved me more but I later found it wasn't so.
In school, other kids and the teachers would do anything for me – all I had to do was ask. Over the years I honed my skills and became an expert at manipulating people. I realised early on that I could only get people to do things for me if deep down they wanted to do it.
When I was thirteen, a travelling stage hypnotist came to our town and I got mum to get me to see him. Using all my skills, I managed to get back stage and talk to him. I asked him about my unique abilities and if he knew about them and how I could improve on them. He explained that, hypnosis and mind control were two different things. In hypnosis you could only get the subject to do what they wanted to do deep down. Mind control on the other hand was to get a person to do something they really did not want to do.
He told me that I had a natural hypnotic personality and that I should nurture it. He recommended some books and promised to meet me each time he went through our town. I went home and read the books and tried to practise. I guess I got somewhat better but nothing special.
Then, one evening there was a knock at the door and mum opened it to find a couple of well suited gents who said they were from a government agency (sorry, I can't say which) and they wanted to speak to me, about my ability to manipulate people into obeying me.
The offer they made me was incredible. They would take me to a government house where I would be assessed. If they were interested in me, I would have the rest of my education taken care of by the government in return for assisting them with their research. I would have no contact with anyone from my previous life and could only contact my parents by phone for at least five years. I accepted and using every ounce of influence I could muster I convinced my parents to accept too.
The next day I was whisked away to a secret location where there was private tutoring, good food, and everything else a thirteen year old could want. I spent five years over there. For the first year or so they studied me and tried to work out what gave me my talents. After that, I managed to convince the researchers that I could be of more use if I helped them and I got into the studies.
I learnt more and more over those four to five years about mind control. I learnt about certain chemicals that could reduce resistance, about techniques of sleep deprivation, sensory overload and reprogramming of the human mind. Over the years, I experimented privately as well and developed a mixture of chemicals (some South American herbs and a few ordinary medicines) that would break down a human being's mind and convert them from being a thinking person to a mindless automaton, who it was then easy to brainwash.
All I missed there were girls and was I horny by the time I left. I had to sign release forms, confidentiality agreements and a host of other documents giving the government patent rights over everything I may have invented while in their secret house.
I could not go back. I was set up elsewhere in a University and given admission to the course I desired and told I should not have anything to do with my family. Remembering the poverty I had lived in, I was not unhappy about this and I agreed. I had a decent flat, some good spending money and was enrolled in University. I then decided it was time to get laid.
There was this girl in my course, Nicole (Nikki), on whom I laid the charm and took her out a few times. Finally one night, I took her home, slipped the mixture into her drink and managed to get her to tell me she was a virgin and convinced her that she wanted me to be the one to bust her cherry. I remember that night like it was yesterday.
I took her in my arms and our lips met. She kissed me back with the greatest of passion. Soon she had both her arms around me, and her nails were running over my back, lightly but firmly. She rubbed and caressed my back. Her arms moved down and touched my ass. She started to firmly knead my ass.
Carefully I began to move my hand down her back, slowly working forward, to feel her breasts in my hand. She moved to allow me to touch her tits but did not break the kiss. I slowly worked my way to the front and grabbed hold of one tit and gently massaged it, feeling every part of it and tweaking the nipple gently. Gradually I moved both my hands around her and gave both breasts my attention. I rubbed and squeezed and tweaked the nipples making them stand up.
It was only then that I broke the kiss. I turned her around and looked her in the eyes and gave her some bullshit about loving her. Then I began to pull off her top, very slowly. I saw my first ever set of perfectly formed breasts, and it was like nectar to a thirsty man. Off came her bra and her breasts stayed firmly in place, without it . I threw her top to the floor and looked into her eyes. I kissed her again and again, slowly moving her to the bed and getting her to lie down.
While we were kissing, she began taking my shirt off and I moved to allow her freedom to get me undressed.
Slowly I began to kiss her neck and then to her chest. I looked up and saw her face contorted with passion. Taking my cue, I moved onto her breasts, which were now heaving up and down fast. As my lips touched a nipple she let a small moan escape form deep within her. I licked around the nipple and areola and took it between my teeth, lightly biting it. She gasped and moaned, encouraging me to go on with my ministrations.
I looked at her, smile and moved across to the other nipple, repeating my actions and getting more moans of pleasure. . I worked down both her breasts like a starving man eats a burger. As I sucked and nibbled on her nipples she gave a long moan and started pushing the breasts to me. I continued pleasuring her breasts and then moved my hand down her body. I reached her skirt and pulled at it. She moved her bottom just enough so I could get it off.
