I have never been sure where my powers originated. Ever since I can remember, I've been able to get people to do my bidding and tell what they were thinking. Since it came natural to me, I never gave it a second thought. Then when I was seventeen, I had a benign tumor removed from my brain. Since then, my mental powers seemed to have fully developed.

My first serious test came in my senior English class in high school. I sat next to Brittany Thorn, whom I detested. She was not bad looking, no knockout as she would have you assume, but more than decent. She was rich and drove a fully loaded Mercedes convertible to school. She never wore jeans and was always dressed nicely. What made her annoying is the fact she thought everything was owed to her: grades, boys, test answers, etc. She was still fairly popular, but not with me. As we sat in class one day silently doing some reading comprehension exercises, I decided to probe her mind. She was trying to concentrate on her exercise, but had to urinate. I could clearly read her dominate thoughts. Keep in mind, a person's though process is not linear. Thoughts jump in and out and around, so I focused on what she was trying to focus on. I sent a thought to her, and she raised her hand.

"Yes, Brittany?" asked out teacher Mrs. Helm.

"May I...shake the fleas out of my panties?" Brittany asked before her jaw fell open, and her face turned red.

The class laughed, but Mrs. Helm was not amused. "Brittany, get back to work. I expect better of you."

Brittany's thoughts turned into a tsunami as she racked her brain trying to figure out why she said what she did. Thanks to me, she raised her hand again. Mrs. Helm just looked at her and raised an eyebrow. "Mrs. Helm, I need to use...an enema!" she blurted out the last two words. The class erupted into laughter.

"Miss Thorn, you have caused no trouble this year, so why start now with only two months of school left? One more time, and you're going to the office." Brittany was blushing deeply. Her heart raced, and she looked scared. I just smiled to myself and pushed some more thoughts.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Helm, it's my diaper rash acting up."

The class roared with laughter. "That's it!" said the teacher. She walked over to the intercom and buzzed the office that she needed a student removed. Brittany just sat at her desk stunned. The assistant prinicpal showed up to take Brittany away, but not before she announced that she could pick her nose with her toes.

The final two months of school went by swimmingly. I made sure all the nice girls dated nice guys, and the guys who were jerks became nice guys. My small circle of friends dated whomever they wished, but I left it to them to decide if the relationship should develop. All the school thugs dedicated their remaining high school days to scholastics, and the smartest, nicest kids in school became the most popular. Oh, Brittany spent the last two months annoying the three teachers we shared by raising her hand when the teacher asked a question though she had no idea what the answer was. She also developed a habit of forgetting to zip her fly after using the restroom. Some may say I'm destroying free will, but I decided it was my little world, and I was in charge. Debate my scruples amongst yourselves.

On the last day of school, I had the hottest, single teacher give me a blow job while I sat in her chair. I left her thinking she had just fantasized the whole thing.

Over the next year, I used my power to secure a cushy, easy job with a wealthy man who had retired after selling his business for a nine figure sum. He paid me handsomely, and thanks to me, neither he, nor his accountant questioned it. I attended a local college because I liked learning, and it was ripe with targets. Many times a sorority babe would find her asshole itching deeply as she walked across the mall or have the desire to masturbate when she got home with the first thing she saw that would fit up her. I loved the expressions on their faces.

As you can see, I use my powers to have fun, usually at other people's expense. So be it. The other day I was at the most exclusive and ritzy health club in town, where the manager had given me a lifetime free membership. I was on the stair master, when out of the corner of my eye, I noticed a spinning class about to begin. There was a female instructor in her late twenties and eight people in the class, six women ranging in age from late teens to early forties, and two men. I smiled as I in turn gave each woman, save the instructor, the same thought. They each would feel as if the saddle of their bike had an eight inch vibrating dildo on it that fit inside her perfectly when she was sitting down. They would all keep exercising despite the sexual sensation, and do their best not to let anyone else know what she was feeling. I also gave them the thought that they were full of stamina and energy today. I made sure the instructor altered her lesson to make sure she would have the class stand up in the stirrups and sit down on the saddle more often than she normally would.

That spinning class was Hilarius. Six women, sweating profusely as they imagined they were going up and down on a vibrating dildo while pedaling away. The anguished and confused looks were priceless. I raised an eyebrow as I gave each of them the command to orgasm as soon as the instructor yelled out "Done!"

I became extremely aroused myself as I watched the women struggle to contain themselves. Some were biting their lips, and all were gripping the handle bars tightly. The instructor noticed it, but I made sure she just shrugged it off and kept going. When she finally called out "Done!" Three of the woman could not contain their loud gasps. All six nearly collapsed. The ones not wearing black bicycle shorts had to cover the wet spots on their crotches with their towels as they quickly panted their way to the locker room.

I relieve my arousal by having the instructor have me fuck her as she leaned on the manager's desk. The manager had for some reason given us his office for a half an hour while he went to lunch. When I was through taking her from behind and slapping her rock hard ass a few times. I made sure she knew this was all her idea, it was just a wild whim on her part, and she would just shrug it off, though, any time she saw me, she would become aroused.

After school, I'd often spend my days having fun with people at the mall. My most recent victim was a pretty, yet conservatively dressed fortyish lady dressed whom I had go to the temporary henna tattoo kiosk and ask to have "Spank me!" put across her ass cheeks. When the artist told her she did not have the area to do rear ends, I had the woman pull down her slacks, yank her panties up her crack to expose her ass cheeks and tell the artist she'd pay her double. While the tattoo was being administered, I made sure security ignored them. As the lady left, she suddenly knew she wanted her husband to spank her before bed every night as long as the tattoo lasted. As I was leaving the mall, I overheard a conversation. Two women who appeared to be in their early thirties were arguing. One was saying how much she hated the mall as the people here were low class, and places like this were why she only shopped in boutiques and on-line. Her friend was telling her to calm down as this was the only place that she could find a certain perfume sold at a perfume store. I decided I had not had sex that day, so the complainer became my prime candidate for it.

She was about 5'4 and had short reddish blonde hair with high lights. She had green eyes, high cheek bones and a long thin nose. She was wearing a beige knee length, sleeveless dress and matching high heels. I had them say each other's names loud enough for me to hear. The complainer was Elly, and her friend was Hannah. I had Elly tell Hannah she would wait in the car, and had Hannah agree and made sure Hannah would spend at least an hour shopping. As I followed Elly to her vehicle, I had her become very, very horny; I gave her a overwhelming desire to suck cock. She made it to her vehicle. She drove a H2. "Yeah, like you spend a lot of time driving off road!" I thought. I made my move. "Excuse me, Elly!" I said walking briskly to her.

She turned to look at me. Her face was flush. She looked at me quizzically. "Do I know you?"

"Yes, remember, you just introduced yourself asked if you could suck my cock."

Her eyes grew wide, but narrowed as that memory suddenly appeared in her head. She grew even more aroused. "Oh, yeah," she said with more than a hint of confusion.

"Well, let's get to it!"

She hesitantly let me into her vehicle. We climbed into the back. I made sure her inhibitions left, and soon she was down on me like a thirsty child on a pop-sickle. She was rather good at giving head, and I ran my hands through her hair, messing it up as much as possible. Just before I came, I pulled her mouth off of me and spurted my load on top of her head. I had her massage my cum into her hair. Soon it was sticking out in all directions.

"That was great Elly! I can tell you love to suck cock and have it spewed on your head!"

She thought for a moment and smiled. "Yeah, you don't think that's weird, do you?" she asked with a blush.

"Nah," I said, "Let's chat for a while while I build up another go!"

I found out she was from a wealthy family divorced from a high powered bank president and had no kids. She just broke up with her boyfriend because she decided he wasn't good looking enough, and she kept looking to hook up with someone better looking. After we talked for about five minutes, I used my powers to have her finger herself.

"Oh, I don't know why I'm doing this in front of you!" she said as she tilted her head back and started in on herself faster and deeper.

"Don't worry," I said. Several minutes later I was doing her doggie style in the back of her behemoth SUV. As I fucked her and smacked her ass, she realized she was having the best sex of her life and cried and moaned loudly. She orgasmed again and again and was soon rather sweaty. I finally orgrasmed myself. When I pulled out, I had her suck me clean. She did not want to, but found herself compelled.

I got dressed and took her panties. I thanked her, and she gave me all the cash in her purse so I would not tell anyone. I then gave her the command to lie in the back of her H2 and finger herself to as many orgasms as possible until Hannah showed up. She would forget all about the cum in her hair and know her hair looked great, and she would not even have to check it in the mirror until bedtime. I also made sure she forgot about how she sweat and not change clothes or freshen up until tomorrow morning. It was about 1:30 on a Friday afternoon, and I gave her the command to go out and party tonight. She would often remember how she asked a total stranger at the mall to let her suck his cock and fuck her. She would remember with confusion, shame, and excitement.

I left and found Hannah. I made sure Hannah would not say anything about how Elly looked, though she would find Elly's hair hilarious and would be shocked at what Elly was doing. She would also want to go out and party with Elly. I wondered what people would think of Elly that night. I shrugged and decided to head home for a nap before I, myself, went out for a night on the town in my own little world.