Hello readers. This upload contains chapters three, four and five of the "Power of the Mind" storyline. If you haven't read the first two chapters, I advise you to do so.
I would like to thank everyone that has given me comments on the story so far, especially the ones with suggestions. I have tried to improve my writing in accordance to these and would be particularly interested in knowing the extent to which you think that I have succeeded, but as always all comments are welcome.
Finally, all characters that engage in sexual activity in this story are over the age of eighteen.
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Chapter Three
I woke up the day after I had discovered mind control feeling a little bit guilt. I knew that I had abused my power on Angela and I was concerned about the effect that my actions had had on her. Now, don't get me wrong. I wasn't prepared to give up my newest toy; she still had to be mine. I was just going to find a way to make it better for her. I needed her to be my willing sex partner, not just my sex slave. I decided that I needed to make some changes. To make her accept it and come to enjoy it, even after the pleasure had faded.
At that moment, all she had was that she would feel happiness when she made me happy, and that wasn't a lot to go on with. It didn't stop her being afraid, nervous or confused. I climbed out of bed and went to the room that I had allocated her too without changing out of the boxer shorts and t-shirt I had worn to bed. Although it was possible to carry out mind control remotely, I found that it was easier when I could see the subject. She was asleep when I entered. I watched her sleeping for a moment as I went through my plan in my head. She looked sweet, innocent even.
My stomach churned a little at my guilt as I thought that. The actions I took were far from innocent, had I somehow managed to ruin her innocence, taint it perhaps? I forced my head to clear of these thoughts; I had to be calm to avoid messing up anything else. Then I entered her mind.
To me, navigating the mind is easy. First, I enter a place that should be called 'The Junction'. The reason for this is simple; imagine the busiest road junction you can. There are roads leading from it in every direction, occupying a complete circle. At the same time, there are other roads, joining it from every angle in the vertical plane to create a sphere of connections. Then there are other connections, ones that start nowhere and end anywhere allowing you to pass easily between each destination. I could instinctively find any destination.
Each destination is a fragment of thought, memory or emotion. I had not really thought much about the structure of the mind when I had first entered Angela's the day before. It wasn't really a major concern to me then, but I took a moment to study it at the time. I noticed that her thought and memories were a part of something that I decided to call the foremind. It is the part that you are using now to read this - it controls everything in your body. And then you have the part that I call the rearmind. Emotion rules there.
Overall, I have decided that emotion is stronger than the foremind. Always the rearmind influences the foremind and, at times, emotion can completely control your behaviour. I'm sure you all can think of a time when it has done so; perhaps the most obvious ones are when you are angry. The rearmind certainly has power over the foremind. However, the foremind is a place of logic and decisions and you can choose whether to act on an emotion. It is possible to don a false smile and ignore unhappiness. Usually, emotion will win in the end and eventually overwhelm your foremind, perhaps sending you into an emotional breakdown. Despite the apparent strength of the rearmind, the mind as a whole is always stronger when both parts are working together.
I wanted to change Angela's view of me. We were practically strangers despite having lived next door for years. I was just an average guy, and she looked like a goddess – I was always too shy to talk to her and I knew that I had to create a strong, artificial friendship in order for my plan to work. I modified her opinions of me and her emotions to make her consider me as a friend. I also chose to change some of the commands I had given her the day before, most had not been made in good judgement.
I made it so that she wouldn't always be aroused, that would just be uncomfortable for her. She would of course, still be aroused by me but not directly. It was to be the result of a physical attraction that I instilled into her. I also removed the rule that she had to be naked. I had decided that it wasn't necessary and would only result in humiliation for her. Besides, she was a good dancer and with her body, she was born to strip dance.
I decided that would do for now. I didn't want to make any more changes without seeing the effect that these had on her. I then left her mind and gently woke her up from her slumber. Her eyes opened slowly and she smiled when my face came into focus.
"Hello baby," she said after yawning.
It was a major change in her attitude from yesterday when she had simply thought of me as a pervert. I smiled at the change before asking,
"Good morning Angela, how are you feeling?"
"I'm feeling good, much better than I did yesterday. Did you do something with your hair? You look...different" she replied as she looked me up and down, feeling her new attraction towards me.
It was good that she was feeling better for both of our sakes. The fact that she was no longer afraid and seemed to be accepting of me, removed my guilt. It left a scar though, I would remember my mistake.
"Yea, I do. Look Angela, what do you remember of yesterday?" I asked her
"I think remember it all, although I suppose I wouldn't know if I had forgotten something. For some reason I decided to dance naked with the curtain open. I've never even danced naked before, let alone with the curtain open. Anyway, I was having so much fun before I noticed you watching,"
She looked at me then and I knew that she was remembering when she had got to see me naked. It really turned her on now. She then continued,
"Then, I became really angry at you for seeing me naked, I felt like I was going to kill you. But I didn't. Instead, I invited you in to my house."
She stopped talking again and just lay their thinking. She took a moment before she said, "I honestly haven't a clue why I did that. After that, we went upstairs and then we, you know..."
She looked down at the floor as she left the sentence hanging. Clearly, she did not want to talk about that, even with our new friendship and the attraction that she felt for me. I knew that I had to make another change.
((Angela, you will feel comfortable talking to me about anything. You will not be ashamed of any sexual activity we do, or of being naked around me. You will enjoy all sex with me more than anything.))
"We what...?" I asked her after I finished telling her the last set of commands. She looked back up at me with a big grin on her face.
"Oh, you know. We had sex didn't we? I have to say, it was pretty good. You were much better than Rick was and you were much bigger. I was very surprised," she smirked at me as she said it.
Rick was her ex, tall, brawly and made of muscle. He got all the girls and I thought that he was a total dickhead. Actually, I don't think he was that bad. I was just quite a bit jealous of him. If only he could have seen me now though.
I noticed that Angela was still thinking about Rick. She had dropped her hand to rub her ribs as she continued,
"Rick was a very controlling person and violent. Not like you. You're so sweet and protective"
She took hold of my hand and lightly squeezed it, showing her affections. I couldn't help but notice the irony in what she had said. I had far more control over her than Rick could ever have hoped to have and yet, she didn't know anything about it. It's a good life right?
I also found pride in the fact that, although I might not have given Angela a choice yesterday, I would never hit her. I felt a bit of anger at Rick as I imagined him beating Angela. Right on the ribs, where she had unconsciously rubbed herself I realised. Perhaps he actually was a dickhead, it wasn't just jealousy speaking now.
I returned the squeeze to Angela's hand. It was very relieving that she felt that she could tell me this. I hadn't directly made her confide in me, but it showed that she felt that she could trust me. I had gone from practically a stranger, to good friend in a matter of minutes and was amazed at how easy it had been to create an artificial friendship. I wanted to see how just how good a friend I had become.
"Angela, you know what we did yesterday, would you be prepared to do it again?" I asked her bluntly.
"Oh, hmm," she generally did seem to think about it but in the end she was trying to avoid eye contact.
"No, I wouldn't Alex. I really like you and the sex was amazing, but I'm not sure I'm ready to give you what you want," she told me. She sounded anxious; she didn't want to upset me. She paused before continuing,
"I don't even know why I agreed to yesterday. Look I'm sorry baby, but I'm just not ready for it."
She let go of my hand. It was very disappointing and a blow to the confidence I had gained from my successes. It seemed that I still needed to do a bit of work on our relationship. I regarded her for a minute, thinking of my next move, as she anxiously waited for my reply. I didn't want to just make her love me as such, I wanted to challenge myself. I needed to find a way to do it, without cheating.
And so I decided not to make a change on her mind, I wanted her to eventually come to me for sex and I was going to get her to do so the old fashioned way – by fucking her so good that she would come begging for it. Of course, in order for my plan to work, she needed to fuck me and at the moment that was the problem. I didn't want to give her any more commands but there was no other way for me to get her to have sex, unless... unless I used something already there. I realised what I needed to do and said the most vital words,
