You have to understand, in general, I’m a good law abiding citizen. I follow the rules and even ensure that I contribute to society in a positive way.

I could behave very differently if I chose to, my powers would let me away without the slightest consequence.

Which is why I was sitting here in the therapists office, like I had been for the last four weeks since the court ordered it. It wasn’t something I had been looking forwards to, or wanted to do, but it was justified for my transgression.

A minor traffic incident that I let escalate too far and become road rage. By the time the officer had arrived, I had been preparing to use my power to “resolve” the issue, but their arrival snapped me out of my anger.

So I had dutifully appeared at my court date and accepted the judges decision to attend anger management therapy for six weeks, after which, my record would be cleared.

Everything had been fine, until I had arrived at my first session and met Jennifer, my court appointed therapist. The hairs on the back of my neck had stood up as soon as she sat down in the chair in front of her desk and looked down her nose at me on the couch.

There was just something in the back of my head that told me she was going to be trouble and I was quickly proven right. Within the first few minutes she had already made up her mind about me and had already decided I would need more than just six weeks to get over my anger issues.

The rest of the session went downhill from there. By the time I left she had pretty much accused me of planning on raping her, though not in so many words.

It was only a few minutes in to the second session that I’d had enough and reached in to her mind to find out what was going on. It was a story as old as children themselves, her father had been abusive, angry, and violent, and I was nearly a dead ringer for him.

It was a simple enough fix, severing the connection between her father and myself quickly resolved the issue, but I detest leaving dangling threads… so instead I reconnected it to a more positive idea.

“Hello Sir, how was your week? Any more outbursts of anger?” Jennifer asked as the session started.

“No, no anger issues to speak of… well… except for that idiot on the way here. I mean, where do those jokers get their licenses anyway?” I replied with a wry smile.

“Oh, I know exactly what you mean Sir.” she replied and uncrossed her legs before standing up and swaying her hips as she walked over to me.

“Well, let’s get right your therapy session then, shall we Sir? I mustn’t let that anger fester and grow, it needs to be drained straight away.” she continued and then lowered herself to her knees and worked the button and fly on my pants. Soon enough her head was bobbing up and down as she sucked my shaft deep in to her throat.

After I had connected my thread to her sex drive, it hadn’t taken long for her to completely submit herself to me. Even now I could see the threads in her mind reconfiguring themselves, buy the time my six weeks were up there would be no connection nearly as strong left. Not even her father, which had defined her life almost completely up to this point.

I made a mental note to myself to make sure she followed through with her original plan to “extend” my court ordered therapy. After all, as I said, I tend to contribute to society in a positive way if I can, and Jennifer would now make a far better sex therapist than she had and anger management therapist.

I was sure of it, and so was Jennifer.

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