The Mentalist Chronicles Part 3 By Buckaroo Bonzai 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. I had planned on getting her to take off her bottom for my viewing pleasure, but decided instead to try and reward her for the show she'd given me. After the subtlest of suggestions, her hand snaked down into her bikini bottom, finding the lips of her cunt. As she stroked it lightly, I tried to access her body's chemical controls, much as I accessed my own. Incredibly, I found that I could! I increased the flow of blood to her sexual organs and her sensitivity to her touch. Responding, she began rubbing herself harder, her fingers clearly outlined inside her bikini bottom. As she neared her peak, she penetrated herself, her finger directly stimulating her clit. As I watched through the binoculars, she tensed and drew her legs up in a shuddering orgasm, which I shared in her mind. My cock throbbed in time with the mental sensations, but I didn't want to let go of the binoculars to give it a final release. As the last tremble swept through her body, I could begin to sense a feeling of guilt building in her. I helped her rationalize it away, and led her into a deep sleep. It was only a dream, I suggested. I instructed her to waken in 20 minutes, feeling refreshed and beautiful. My experiment had been totally successful! Not only could I suggest that someone do something totally against their common sense, but I could control their sensory and emotional functions as well as I could my own. It was then that I determined that, whenever possible, I would return the favor with the women I visited and help them to feel some extra pleasure. Thus I set the stage for some glorious mistakes. My next stop that day was at the local mall. I wanted to practice my suggestion skills on a number of strangers before taking the next step to a fully interactive sexual situation. I started by suggesting to various women that their breasts itched and they should scratch them immediately. Next, I had several lean down to tighten their shoelaces, giving me a good view of their asses. Outside the Victoria Secret store, I suggested to some very pretty girls in skirts that they buy some new silk panties and wear them out of the store. At my direction, they sat on the bench opposite me with their legs open so I could spy their new purchases. While many adults think that the entire mall is under camera observation, most teenagers know that there are a number of places that couples can go for a few moments of privacy. I headed to one, an employees-only hallway that led to the dumpsters. On the way, I spied a petite young lady wearing short-shorts and a white tank top which only partly covered her pert tits. Though she was walking with her boyfriend, I quickly plotted a way to separate them. Tell him to go on to the Gap, I instructed her. Tell him you need to stop at the ladies room. I watched from the doorway as she sent him farther into the mall. Now take the "shortcut" to the ladies room through the employees-only hallway. She didn't even question herself, although I hadn't even bothered to set up a very good reason for her to go that way. Once behind closed doors, she almost walked right past me before I suggested that she take a good look at me. As she appraised me, I looked her over, wondering what it would be like to fuck such a magnificent body. But that would have to wait for another time. Instead, I projected that she felt attracted to me, and wondered whether I kissed as good as I looked. Without hesitation she stepped up close and planted a long, wet French kiss on me. When I wrapped my hands around her waist I caught a flicker of doubt, which I blocked by suggesting that she deserved this, while at the same time I sent a burst of adrenaline through her. At that she leaned in even closer, her tits pressing hard against my chest. We Frenched for a few minutes longer while I caressed her ass and waist with abandon. See if you've gotten him hard, I suggested, gasping into her mouth when her hand squeezed my already stiff rod. With our lips still locked I pressed her up against the wall and raised her top, revealing her perky boobs. I let my hands roam over them, at the same time projecting waves of pleasure into her. She moaned and writhed against me, her hips beating a staccato rhythm on the wall. Her eyes became hooded as her head thrashed about. It was evident that she wanted, no, needed a good fucking. Again I cursed myself for picking such a public place. Still, I could make good use of my situation. Taking a tit into my mouth, I reveled at the soft smoothness of her skin, the pebbly texture of the aureola, and finally the delicious hardness of her nipple. I forced even more of it into my mouth, until the base of her breast ground against my teeth. She reacted as I programmed her, by pushing herself fully into me. I could've chewed and eaten her tits all day, but I knew the clock was racing. I didn't want her boyfriend to come looking for her and find me as well. There was time for one final exploration. Reaching down, I pushed my hand into her panties, finding her slit to be hot and wet. I twiddled the lips briefly, wishing I could watch my cock disappear between them. Instead, I had to be content with licking her juices from my fingers. She tasted like honey. Finally I released her, suggesting that she stop at the ladies room to clean herself up. I didn't know if her boyfriend would notice, but to me she smelled like sex. Before she left, I grabbed her address and phone number from her mind. She was definitely worth running into again. I spent the rest of the afternoon getting into various encounters, though none as intense as the first. I found that I didn't need elaborate reasoning to sway people's actions. Most would do something with only the barest of rationalizations. When the mall finally closed, I had one big headache and one big set of blue balls. But I was ready to take the next step.