"You know what would be hot? If you took over Deidre's body."
Stephanie says this in the same tone of voice one would use to recommend a book or a podcast. At the moment, we're sitting naked on her bed. Her roommate is off with her boyfriend, for which I'm very grateful.
Last month, I ran into Stephanie in the library. I sit near her in Anthro, and I probably pay more attention to her than to the professor (I can't help it if Anthro is boring, and Stephanie is gorgeous). When we were in the library together, I used my powers on her. My powers allow me to take over someone's body. I can control them like a marionette or make them feel certain sensations. In this case, I made my beautiful classmate climax quietly.
It turns out Stephanie liked it. Really, really liked it. She invited me back to her room that day. The first thing she said when the door closed was, "You did something to me in the library. Do it again."
Since then, we've been spending a lot of time together. I don't even have to control her body at this point -- all I have to do is tell her what to do, and she starts getting wet. Most of the time, Stephanie tells me what she wants me to make her do. She'll say something like, "It would be so hot if you made me go down on you." And I'll say, in my most commanding voice, "Go down on me." Her eyes widen, her face breaks into a smile, and she practically dives between my legs.
This latest request, though... It's one thing controlling Stephanie. It's another thing controlling her (equally attractive) friend Deidre.
"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Kitten." I've taken to calling Stephanie "Kitten," because the first thing that comes to mind when I look at her is "sex kitten." She's got full, pouty lips, long hair, wide eyes, and a set of lush curves (I, on the other hand, look like her cute kid sister who's still waiting to go through puberty).
"Why not?" Stephanie's slender finger traces a pattern around my nipple. It makes me gasp. "Think how amazing it would be to have two brainwashed women at your service."
"That would be very hot," I admit, letting out a gasp. "But, ah, it might attract, ah, some suspicion." I should move Stephanie's hand. It feels too good, though.
"You could command Deidre not to say anything," Stephanie says before licking my nipple. My breasts might be pretty small (they're not even bee stings -- they're more like mosquito bites), but my nipples are super sensitive, and Stephanie knows it. "That would be even hotter. She'd have to act completely normally, but she'd secretly be your brainwashed slave." Her other hand slides between my legs.
I'm still wet from what we were doing before, and what Stephanie has suggested is getting me even more turned on.
"I think you like that idea," she purrs as her fingers begin moving in a pumping motion.
I moan in response.
"I can invite Deidre for a study session," Stephanie continues. "And you can do your thing. It's gonna be so hot, Kristin. So hot."
A few days later, we're sitting on Stephanie's bed. Both of us are clothed this time. Well, at the moment.
Deidre walks into the room, tossing her long, red curls over her shoulder. "So, you wanted to study?" She looks straight at me when she says it. It's not a pleasant look. It's a look that says, "You are dirt. And I'm going to clean you up." Her green eyes narrow.
"Yeah," Stephanie replies, not taking her eyes off her friend. Then, she turns to me. "Do your thing, babe."
"Do what thing? Stephanie, what's going on here?" Deidre asks, putting her hands on her hips.
I concentrate my powers on Deidre. Her pale eyebrows furrow in confusion. I know she's feeling a tingling sensation right now at the back of her head. It's not unpleasant, it's just unexpected.
"Whas -- whas goin' on?" she slurs. "Feels weird."
"I know, sweetie," Stephanie says soothingly. She rises from the bed and takes her friend's hand, leading her to the bed. She puts her hands on Deidre's shoulders and gently sits her down. "But it's gonna feel so good, I promise. You're going to love what Kristin's going to do to you."
Relax, Deirdre, I think. She's fighting me a little bit. I feel her panic and defiance. I send a wave of relaxation through her body. That seems to calm her. Her freckled face takes on a dreamy expression. Her shoulders slump.
I send another wave of relaxation through her body. A dopey smile spreads across her face. Her eyelids lower, although they don't close.