Sometimes in life we have moments where we can do nothing but pause and reflect on what has just happened. These moments are few and far between, with our increasingly hectic lives depriving us of the opportunity to consider what it is that we have done, where it is that we are heading and indeed, if it is where we want to go. Thinking back, I don't think I'd ever taken the time to fully appreciate a moment or a period in my life where things of massive importance have happened. John Lennon once said that life was what happened when you were busy making other plans. He was right.
For the first time in my life, I was forced to really deal with my reality. I was at a major crossroads in my life, with this power within me consuming my thoughts. It had happened in my darkest hour, a suicide attempt. I had tried to end it, but instead I had created something new. Something impossibly new. Immediately after waking up in hospital, I found I had a new gift -- I could control people. I had used my powers a few times now, once upon waking, then again a few days later, both times for sexual gratification, both times on the same person. Nurse Jenny was a total stranger to me, yet here I was abusing her body, taking advantage of her. I wouldn't say I was a religious man, although I had attended a Catholic school. But I was a morally decent man, or at least I would have said I was before all this. Now? I wasn't so sure.
After the last incident with Jenny, where I had ultimately forced her to have sex with me, I spent a long time dwelling on what I had become. The word 'rape' forced itself into my mind on more than one occasion, although of course there was no way anyone would think that was the case. Jenny had not only enjoyed our experiences, but she had, to everyone bar me including Jenny herself, initiated it. But I knew differently. I knew that she wouldn't have dreamed of touching me, a paralysed loser with very little social skills, had it not been for my powers. I was under no illusions to my attractiveness with the opposite sex. I had enough experience of rejection to know that I wasn't exactly what they were looking for!
In those hours after waking from the exhausting first time I'd had full sex with Jenny, I made a decision to focus on my recuperation after the accident rather than taking advantage of people. I was fully aware that I could have used my powers on others. I had of course used them on Dr Jones on that fateful first day, although that wasn't really of great consequence. However, more worrying to me was my control of the psychologist sent by the hospital to see me. I had used my powers to my own advantage in a way that was both frightening and exciting. It had opened my eyes to the opportunity that I had before me. I thought of the ways I could use my powers to my own benefit. Yes, there was sex with women who I couldn't have had before. But there were now possibilities far beyond that. I could have anything I wanted from anyone I wanted. I could simply walk up to someone and without doubt they'd give me everything they had if I so demanded it. Not only that, but I could force their mind to forget ever meeting me afterwards. In short, if I so desired, I could commit the perfect crime in that to everyone involved, no crime had been committed.
Yet as I said, I was a moral man, a good man. So I made a decision to focus on my rehabilitation and not on my powers, which seemed like a perfectly straightforward plan at the time. But I had forgotten a very important variable -- I was a horny 21 year old who had the possibility of sleeping with the most stunning nurse in history! My first encounter with Jenny after making this decision didn't go to plan. Within two minutes of entering my room she was stripped to her underwear, revealing her sensational body in all its glory. I had only seen her once before without clothes, when she had straddled me the previous night and like then it simply took my breath away. My command was given to make her think that walking around in her underwear was perfectly acceptable. Her long black hair was tied back, her D cup breasts almost pouring out her bra, her ass deliciously round and all of this was exposed to my lustful eyes. I knew it was wrong. And I knew it should stop.
Two minutes later her underwear fell on the floor and she climbed on my rigid member.
Over the next few weeks I somehow managed to justify to myself that what I was doing was ok, that it wasn't immoral, and that nobody was getting hurt. To an extent it was true. Yes, I was getting to make love to a sensational looking woman who wouldn't normally look at me twice, but the power of my suggestion was such that she was getting possibly more enjoyment out of it than I was! I was able to manipulate her mind to give the idea that this was the best sex she had ever had, and in reaction she was more willing than ever. As the days and weeks rolled by, my commands were no longer necessary as the older commands were already implanted in her mind.
More importantly, our time together made me more skilled at my control. I began to understand more and more about what I was doing, how I was controlling her and what commands were just not going to work. She was always receptive to straightforward commands that she could do immediately, but the longer term plans required a little more skill. It was almost as if I could see just how her thought processes worked within her mind. Each day, each session with Jenny made me understand the human mind just that little more. The sex was a handy bonus.
The early days of my experimenting were purely sex based. She would come into my room and my commands would flood her mind, before of course I would flood her pussy! She would grasp my cock and coax it into life, sometimes with her hand, sometimes with her mouth. She had such a talent for sucking cock that I would always have her place it in her mouth, even if it was after sex. Her tongue would swirl over my deflating shaft and somehow it would tease it up once more for another session. A session she would always be happy to have since she couldn't say no. She would become almost delirious at the opportunity of getting my cock once more, and on more than one occasion I got a little carried away by forcing orgasm after orgasm on her until she passed out on top of me.
After three or four nights of her riding me, I decided I wanted to try her ass. This proved difficult purely because of my inability to move my limbs, such as the condition my broken body was in. As soon as the command was entered into her mind, she raced out the room and reappeared moments later, slightly out of breath but with a tube of lubricant in hand. She immediately began to apply some to her tight back entrance, and then lowered herself down onto my straining cock. She lost her balance twice that night, toppling off the bed and was lucky to not injure herself. However, due to my command she immediately hopped back up and back on my cock again, and I wasn't complaining. Her ass felt fantastic and I didn't want to be deprived of this luxury.
