I discovered my powers by accident. I was in my first year at college, a late bloomer who had gotten hot. At first I thought that I had suddenly gotten good at talking to girls. But it was weird. My voice sort of changed, I'd see their eyes go all unfocused. At first it was just nothing. Like when I was aroused if I spoke to a girl she'd go to this weird tranced out state. It was kind of hot. But I didn't think anything of it.

But then... well, something strange happened. I was talking to this one girl. She was known as a bitch, and as I spoke it was like her mind just opened up before me. And I could whisper truths in her ear. I knew things about her I couldn't possibly know. I knew why she was a bitch, what she was protecting, that little bit of hurt inside. And if I just pulled on a few strings, she'd change. It was like an instinct, I don't know really how to explain it. But I leant over, whispered in her ear. "You want to be a good girl for me."

She was breathing low and soft at the party, her chest rising and falling. Fuck, I could see her nipples rock hard, I knew she was horny as hell as I caressed her soul. "Uh huh." She muttered.

She was my first. She lives with me know. I... well, I experimented on her. I'm not going to lie. I'm not entirely proud of it. But now, she's happy. All that hurt is locked away in a part of her that can only come out when she needs it. Hey! Don't look at me like that. Yes, I made her my sex slave. But I also gave her so much. And she's doing better at her grades, she's more confident. But that's not the worst of it.

Now, whenever I talk to a person, whenever I go around the college, I can feel it. Their strings, their souls. How to tug and pull, how to get them to that trance, how to reshape and mold them. What's worse is that I want to do it. I can see it now, if I go to the Dean, whisper a bit in her ear... I could do it. I could take this college and just make it a place where I can get anyone I want.

Why am I even holding back?