It is amazing just how many of the functions of human brain lie just out of reach of our conscious minds. If we could only harness that raw energy on our own, the world would be at the very least a far more interesting place. As it is though, that energy goes mostly untapped with only a few people – myself included – being able to access even a small part of it within themselves. The talents people gain from being attuned to this energy are varied: some are telekinetic, some can predict the near future with scary accuracy, some can control temperature in a small area around them. The list goes on, but I'll get to the most important one – my own – the ability to meddle about in other peoples heads a bit, with full access to their energy.

I first discovered my ability as a lonely kid in my first year of university. My grades had always been good and I'd applied early to residence, so I was one of the lucky ones to get a room to myself. I spent most of the first month in that room when I wasn't attending classes, and consequently missed out on prime-meeting people time on my mixed-gender floor. By the time I ventured out of my room to find some company the rest of my floor-mates had formed their own groups, and none seemed to keen to let in the strange guy who they'd never seen before. I tried to fit in somewhere for a couple of weeks, but had no luck, and so in what was probably a stupid decision, I went back to holing myself up in my room.

A couple of days after I gave up I heard a knock on my door. I opened it to reveal what I thought was a goddess: she was taller than me at roughly 5'' 11' and had a toned athletes body, though she was a bit too top heavy for some sports. Her chestnut brown hair fell in soft curls to her shoulders, and matched her eyes for colour. She was dressed simply – just some jeans and a tight tee-shirt, but it worked for her. She started saying something about seeing me in one of her classes and wondering if I had the handouts given out at the last one cause she'd missed it for a practice, but all I could think about was pulling her into my room and screwing her senseless. I'd been making vague responses to her comments while she talked to me, and when she suddenly stopped I thought she was going to call me out for staring at her, but instead she stepped inside my room, closed the door, and started stripping.

I was astonished, why was this absolute goddess suddenly stripping in my room?  I received my answer while she finished with her tee and jeans, and started on her underwear: “Look,” she'd said “I know this sounds weird, but I just had a mental image of the two of us bangin' and... it got me a little wet ok? I'm not normally impulsive like this, but something about that image was so vivid that I have to see if you measure up yo my imagination. So strip down, get a condom on, and lets do this”.

Thankfully I still had the condoms that had been handed out during frosh week, so I awkwardly stripped and got one on while she waited on the bed. Now till that point in my life I was a virgin so even while we were going at it I kept thinking about wanting her to enjoy it as much as me, and not wanting to disappoint her by coming too early. About fifteen minutes – and three orgasms total – later, she was getting dressed again and telling me for the umpteenth time how good I was in bed, and how she wished she could get around dorm rules and live with me in my room – something I'd been thinking about again. Before she said goodbye she gave me a kiss, and told me she was busy tomorrow with practice but she'd be back on Friday around the same time if I wanted to go another round.

With those plans made I started wondering about what happened. No girl had shown that kind of interest in me before, and her actions oddly matched up with what I'd been concentrating on – I was certain that I wasn't good enough to cause her to orgasm twice on my first time. I formed a theory and went out on Thursday – armed with newly purchased condoms – to test it.

In class I looked around the lecture hall as I walked in to pick my target, and settled on a red-headed beauty with a dynamite figure. The seat directly behind her was vacant so I set up there. As the class started I focused on her, and started to think about her getting hot – temperature hot – and sure enough she took off her sweater, exposing the tank-top she'd been wearing under it. That could have been random fluke, so I decided I wanted to see her with a pony-tail, and focused on having her do that. With her pony-tail swishing playfully in front of me, I got a little bolder, thinking about having her turn around and be instantly attracted to the guy sitting behind her; when she turned around and blushed a bit I knew I had her. The rest of the class I fed her various images and made her do small things for my amusement, playing with her like a puppet on a string, nothing overly disruptive though, I didn't want her friends thinking anything was too weird with her. Just before class let out I decided to see how detailed my control could be, and sent her an image of a lounge in the residence block along with a time, and her wearing sexy lingerie under her current clothes. When the prof let us out she looked at me as she stood up to leave the lecture hall, and gave me knowing smile while her friends weren't looking.

I went to the lounge a few minutes before the time I'd sent her, and like clockwork she showed up right when I'd “said” to. I didn't say a word, just flashed her an image of a dorm room with her sleeping in it. She got it instantly, and whisked me off to her room where we spent the next little while doing much more on her bed than simply sleeping on it – after she'd done a striptease of course, I didn't send the lingerie image for no reason. Again I focused on maximizing my partners pleasure, and actually discovered I could make her orgasm on queue and she really seemed to like that, even if she didn't know I was doing it. When she got a call from her boyfriend though – one who I could see from pictures scattered around her room that she'd been with for a while – I realized I'd been a colossal ass-hole. From the conversation it sounded like he was calling her to head over to her room, and I saw my chance to make things... maybe not right, but at least better. I shot an image to her of letting him come over despite my being there, and a few minutes later there was a knock on the door.

I stayed hidden and got a good look at the guy while she opened the door – butt naked – and then hit him with an image of going straight to bed with her, not bothering to wonder about her nakedness. While they were at it – this was when I discovered I didn't need to be able to see the person to affect them – I overwhelmed them both with images from my earlier tryst with her – only with her boyfriend in place of me, I also tried to make it so she would be more sensitive to his touch so she'd enjoy being with him even more than before. At that point I didn't know if it would work or not, but the two are happily married now and the three of us are actually good friends.

After that incident though I started to have second thoughts about the goddess on my floor, surely someone like her would already have a boyfriend and I was interfering. When her knock on my door came though I opened it and let her in. I cautiously breached the boyfriend thing without using my power since I didn't want to muck up her answer. Her response was that her practice kept her too busy for a boyfriend, but if I wanted to try making a go of it with her she'd be happy to try with me. This led to our tryst for the evening during which I may have overdone it by making her orgasm every minute. She collapsed to the bed when we finished, breathing hard. We stayed together on the bed for a while, then she looked at the time and panicked a bit. In our dorm there was a curfew on having visitors that hadn't been arranged for with the RA since it was an academic dorm – kind of a silly rule for those of us in single rooms, but the walls weren't exactly thick so I guess there was a reason – and that curfew had passed a while ago.

The first offence was just a warning but she was freaking out about it so I sent some images to calm her down a bit. Then she gave me an idea, not intentionally of course, but she said if the RA came by to investigate if she'd cleared the room – as I said the walls weren't thick – she could try pretending to be a love-doll. If she could be still enough maybe the RA wouldn't come in. I could hear footsteps in the hallway so I acted fast. I imagined my goddess turning into one of those super-realistic sex-dolls you can buy online and sent those images over to her. The RA knocked on the door just as I heard my goddess stop breathing. When the RA discovered the doll lying on my bed he gave me a bit of a strange look, but confirmed that I didn't have anyone else in the room with me. He told me to keep it down with a bit of a smirk on his face and turned to leave. Just before he shut the door I sent him an image of finding an empty bed, trying to erase the memory from his mind.

I then turned back to my bed, and the inanimate object that lay upon it, It was definitely my goddess, just immobile and made of silicone. Seeing her like that I wondered what other changes I could make, and a few minutes later my goddess looked like an anime character had been brought to life, and then promptly turned into a doll. I found her incredibly attractive in her new form, and so set about putting her to use. A few minutes in though I realized I was still pretty tired, and wouldn't it be nice if she could help me finish, but since I wasn't wearing a condom she'd have to stay a doll. Sure enough she started moving again and though she was silent I could tell she was enjoying herself. It was only after we finished – and I restricted her movement again – that I realized just how much power I had.

It's been many years since that first fateful encounter, and my goddess has spent most of them immobilized in one form or another. It turns out she had a secret fetish for being inanimate even before she met me, and with a little help from my abilities she doesn't mind being part of a collection.