I'd hit the motherlode! The ability to control people's actions toward others and, presumably, toward myself. I imagined myself collecting a harem, great riches, all a man could desire. Why, I could manipulate the world's leaders. Control the ones in control. Heck, I could rule the world! The possibilities so excited me that I forgot to join my test subjects for their scheduled fuckfest. Of course, I managed to catch it in reruns, if you know what I mean.

The next day, a Saturday, dawned bright and clear. While part of me couldn't wait to try out my newfound talent, the rational part recommended a more cautious approach. I would test out my power of suggestion from afar before taking the personal plunge.

My first test opportunity came when I returned to my room after cutting the lawn. I'd planned to take a quick shower and then head over to the mall. But after glancing out my bedroom window, I had a better idea. From my second story window I could see into the living room of the couple next door. You know, the ones who had such a love of corporal punishment. The woman, seated on the loveseat, was engrossed in a woman's magazine. A quick scan of her mind revealed that her husband was out golfing for the afternoon, and wouldn't be back until after five. A perfect amount of time for my experiment.

My plan was simple. While I'd often seen her nude body through her husband's eyes, I wanted to see her beauty with my own eyes. Working my way to the edge of her consciousness, I projected at her, "Take off all your clothes and go in the backyard." I watched throught the window as she shifted in her seat, but then her mind formed a question, "Go naked outside? I would never do that. Why would I even think that?"

I quickly withdrew, alarmed that I might have tipped her off. But she simply returned to her magazine. Obviously this suggestion stuff was a little bit more complicated than I'd imagined. But that only made sense. The brain is a complicated piece of machinery.

Her common sense had obviously told her not to go outside naked. But common sense could be circumvented. I knew that from a lifetime of doing dumb things, as well as reliving the memories of other people doing dumb things. Common sense could be overcome if you rationalized in small steps, not large leaps. Then my strategy became clear to me.

First, I suggested that today would be a good day to lay out and get a tan. Her husband would like to see some color on her pale skin. That suggestion brought an immediate response, causing her to get up and head to the dresser in their bedroom. I stayed with her as she reached for the one-piece bathing suit, gently suggesting that the bikini would give her far better tan lines. I watched through her eyes as she changed, seeing only her arms and legs and a brief flash of her golden triangle. Don't forget the tanning oil, I shot out at her as she made her way to the back porch.

As she set up the chaise lounge in the backyard, she felt confident that no prying eyes would see her, mostly due to the 7-foot-high fence that surrounded the yard. I suggested that she had seen the neighbor boy (me) leaving the house earlier, putting to rest her well-founded fear that I might spy on her. She lay down in the sun and for a few minutes I just enjoyed the warmth of the sun with her.

I watched her from above with a pair of binoculars, wishing I had a stand for them so I could have one hand free to stroke my cock. But, I rationalized, if this experiment worked, I wouldn't need to do myself ever again. She wore a simple white bikini which perfectly complemented her figure. I pulled her measurements from her mind: 5-foot-6, 127 pounds, 34-26-32, with double B-cup tits that kept the bikini top nice and taut. She thought her ass was a little large, though her thighs looked well-toned to me. She wore her sandy blond hair cut short to better frame her face and draw attention to her sparkling hazel eyes. It worked for her.

Her thoughts had slowed as the sun's warmth relaxed her. I suggested that she untie the bikini top, so there wouldn't be such obvious tan lines. She did so and settled back onto the chaise. After a few more minutes I gave her the image of her standing naked before her husband, her tits all bronze and glowing. She shifted a little as she considered it, giving me a nice look at her cleavage. I carefully allayed her fears of being seen.

Finally, she sat up and removed her bikini top. Her tits were much more well-formed than they had appeared through her husband's eyes. Though large, they barely sagged at all. Her aurola were about the size of a half-dollar, with suitably big nipples. I really couldn't understand why her husband didn't pay very much attention to such a great pair of boobs.

By this time, my cock had stiffened up appreciably. I took a few moments to stroke it before returning my attention to the neighbor's wife. I had to see what those big nips looked like when erect. Don't forget the suntan oil, I suggested to her. You don't want to get burned.

Sitting up once again, she applied the oil to her breasts, rubbing it in thoroughly. Even without my prompting she spent extra time on her nipples until they were hard and glistening in the sun. By the time she lay back down on the chaise, her mind had drifted into some very erotic fantasies involving her bronzed body at the mercy of a whip-wielding stranger.