I don't want to give anyone the wrong idea; Doe and I used to get along, really... She was instrumental in shaping most of my life.

There was a celebration going on, though I can't remember what for, as I was far too young - only five, or maybe six ? and judging by the lack of other children, I didn't think this celebration was aimed at my age group. The celebration was taking place in a ball room and everyone was dressed extravagantly, back then they seemed nothing but decorations to me though. Most would approach and look me over before talking to the woman behind me, but some would actually speak to me.

One woman in particular seemed to take a bit more interest than the others. "I say, this one managed to turn out fairly cute." She ruffled my hair playfully and I squirmed under her hand; I didn't like people touching me and I especially didn't like them touching my hair. "Really, you're so full of life." She beamed and took her hand back before kneeling down to get to eye level with me. I wanted the lady that had been with me to tell her to leave or to do something like she normally did, but she wasn't lifting a finger.

"They have given you a name, haven't they sweetie?" I had no idea what she was talking about. Everyone had called me Lynn as far back as I could remember and I couldn't help but laugh at her silliness.

"Of course! I'm Lynn." As I had been taught countlessly by then, I offered my hand to her which she took with a smile and shook lightly.

I knew what she was going to ask next: everyone had asked."So Lynn, can you give me a demonstration?" Right when she asked it, the lady who had been attending to me would step in and tell her the answer.

"There will be a demonstration later tonight after the chief gives his speech." I wonder how she spoke without coming off as very annoyed. This had to be the twentieth person to ask.

"Oh... well then Lynn, tell me a little about yourself why don't you? I really am quite curious!" She played up the excitement, which I can admit that when I was that young I did enjoy it.

All I did was blink a few times at her. I really didn't have much to say, but I struggled anyways. "Well... I uhm... don't like when people play with my hair... and I don't like Tuesdays, cause nobody will leave me alone!" I made a sour face and crossed my arms. I didn't really know what crossing my arms meant, but I saw a lot of people always doing it when they seemed frustrated.

She reached to pat my head, but having listened only stroked my cheek a little bit. Her smile still pops into my head every now and then, she looked so hopeful and sincere that I couldn't help but smile.

"Oh! He's on stage now, come on Lynn we have to get moving." My keeper grabbed for my arm and we started rushing toward the stage. I didn't really want to go, as I wasn't done talking to the woman who had been nice. I didn't even get her name. When I turned to look at her she was waving and smiling.

The crowd scrambled and made room for us. Everyone seemed to be taking a much bigger notice of me now. I started to get a feeling that these people knew something I didn't.

My first ever experience backstage was nothing like what it is as a magician. Everyone just seemed to be standing around, no one was really working or doing anything. Idle banter and chitchat; it was terribly unprofessional and wreaked of volunteers.

"Ok Lynn, you haven't been playing around have you? You haven't teleported at all today, right?" For her talking so much, you would think I could remember her name, but really I was like, five!

"No! I haven't! I promise! You told me I wasn't supposed to, so I didn't." I nodded as if to confirm my own statement. Truth be told, I had done it twice because I wanted to get a snack without anyone noticing. I could do four without it being too much of a problem, the fifth usually hurt, and the six was only supposed to be used when absolutely needed. I could do a seventh, but only if I did it to the emergency room.

We waited for a while as the speech commenced. I couldn't hear it very well so I didn't pay attention; it was probably interesting, but my attention span scales with my height. Luckily my attendant was paying attention and started pushing me toward the stage. We came out together and a man I had seen quite a few times in my life had his arm held out motioning me to stand next to him. People applauded wildly.

Something felt different in the air though and when I looked out into the audience someone was sticking out like a sore thumb. No one else seemed to notice her though. She stalked through the crowds toward the stage. It was so bizarre to witness, it was like she was gliding through decorations and empty faces, her own face hidden.

She was different - very different. It was obvious to me even then. The man behind the podium glanced at me and noticed I was watching something. He looked out into the crowd, obviously very confused. When his face went pale and his eyes opened in horror, I knew he saw the woman. However, by now she was already at the foot of the stage. "Lynn." She knew my name before she ever met me. Everyone gasped when they noticed her, and an oppressive silence fell over the crowd. It was obvious everyone knew who she was.

"Lynn." She said my name again, this time a little more forcefully. I only looked at her; unlike everyone else I had no idea who she was or what was going on. Why wasn't anyone approaching her and telling her to go away?

Her hand reached up toward me and her eyes seemed to pierce my heart. I felt a shiver run down my spine and I wanted to back away... but at the same time I felt so drawn to her, like I could trust her. Compelled. I stepped toward her; it felt like the right thing to do...

"No... How..." The man behind the counter resembled a ghost now.

The woman just shook her head. The guards finally reacted and started moving through the crowd. I was certain she was going to be taken away then, but she noticed and everything changed. The air suddenly grew very dense and most of the crowd fell to their knees.

The man was now leaning on the podium, trying to use it to support himself. "H-how did you find out? Why now...? Doe... this... this is a nightmare! It has to be!" The man suddenly stood up and shoved the podium over. "You bi--"

Doe hardly moved her head, but her eyes focused on him and the air around him almost turned black. It was as if the light was being bent around him. He crashed to his knees and I couldn't believe what I was seeing... Just a second ago he had seemed so strong and now he was falling to the floor.

"There is a child present, you should watch your language." She spoke so calmly and with such power that I couldn't resist taking another step toward her. She could've grabbed me if she wanted to, but she didn't. All Doe did was look me in the eyes and I knew that I should go with her.

I took another step toward her and grabbed her hand. Somehow I remember her first touch so vividly: the cloth wrapped around her hand was so soft and warm from her body heat. Just touching her right then felt like more human contact than I had ever gotten from anyone ever before.

She quickly pulled me toward her and held me against her with one arm - glancing around briefly. "Lynn, you will never see these people again. None of them will ever bother you and you will never be able to communicate with them. Is this what you want?"

I wasn't nervous. I should have been, but it all seemed fun and exciting. The very thought of "no" never crossed my mind. I looked around at all the people on the floor; most had collapsed completely, struggling to move. Some were still kneeling and even fewer were standing, but no one moved. "Yes. I want to go with you."

The next few years with Doe were nothing short of blissful for me. She treated me absolutely fantastically. For a while it was just me and her; she would cook for me, buy me clothes that caught my eye, and she taught me everything I know. Doe even trained my inherent abilities and discovered new ones with me.

I learned my ability to reach out and feel around me from her. She didn't have a name for it but I dubbed it "presence". Through my "presence" I even learned how to force my will onto others. Looking back on it, she had complete control of my world, but she didn't abuse it. All she wanted in return was that I take her wherever she wanted to go. It isn't as easy as I've made it sound. When I want to go somewhere, I either have to have been there, or I need a picture.

A useful trick she taught me was how to teleport directly to someone regardless of location - if I just think about someone hard enough I can instantly go to them. The final thing she taught me was that whenever I kept an object very close, I would leave a sort of imprint on it. This imprint made it so I could teleport it as if I were holding it. I didn't give Astrid a business card just to flirt!

When I was around thirteen, Doe bought me a slave to practice on. Though I never learned why; hell I never even bothered to question it. The idea of having someone to boss around that was just mine sounded way fun. I was even allowed to pick her out myself at one of the auctions. Though I wasn't going to settle on just any slave, I wanted somethi-uhm someone who hadn't been worked on too much. After all, the point was to gain some experience myself.

After several trips, I eventually found the perfect woman: She was a short redhead that looked somehow exotic even while she was deeply tranced. It was her biggest selling point and I had to have her. Otherwise, beside being an obedient slave, she was untouched. She was programmed for Doe, not me, and Doe simply gave her the command to try and resist me trancing her. It was easy enough, really, and whoever got to her first had her worked over very well.

For a while all my attempts failed, and I refused to use drugs to do it. While I could cheat, grab drugs, touch someone, and teleport so the drugs ended up inside them, I always feared it would be far too risky. Instead I used gravity.

It really is quite amazing how clear someone feels when you can press against them in any way you desire. You can slowly push your way into their mind (I always imagine going through their ears) and weigh down the thoughts that disagree with what you want. Programming like this is hard; you have to induce trance, which I had never done before.

My way was sloppy and roundabout, but having her sitting on the couch with her eyes lidded made shivers run up and down my spine. At first it was just silly things - I made her act like a cat for a few hours, I made her love certain simple things (she spent a week more or less rolling around on sheets because of that), I even made it so a slap on the ass would make her squirm for a while.

However, like any good pet or slave, she needed a name. At first I was going to call her "Fire", or something like that, because of the wild red hair - though that just seemed dull. After checking through a few baby books I came up with the name Azara, which means... well, fire. (It's a better name than Fire, though. Definitely.) I kept her for a few year as my general maid so Doe and I didn't have to cook. Between my eighteenth and and nineteenth birthday though, I had my most memorable moment with Azara.

Laying down on a couch and groaning was generally how I spent most of my mornings. I had always suffered from an extreme morning fatigue to the point where it would take me two or so hours to start my day. It had effected me through my entire life, but it got a lot worse as I got older, spiking about when I hit sixteen. Thankfully, Azara had magic hands and her foot rubs always made me feel much better. I always had a smile on my face as she massaged mt feet. , she was really quite sweet to me, and I knew she thought feet were sexy. Now that's something that someone deserves to be teased about!

"Mmmm..." I groaned a little as I wiggled my toes. "You always seem so... happy when you're doing that." My smile turned more into a grin, she was going to find out that I knew today. "Why is that?"

The redhead blushed and fidgeted nervously, but she didn't stop rubbing. Even now with her blushing while at my feet she didn't really seem like a slave. The other girls I saw the auction house were so tame and pliable looking. I know Azara was certainly tamed, but she still somehow looked wild. "Haven't you ever... just liked something and not known why?"

My grin curled more. We did have intimate fun sometimes, but this wasn't going to be about intimacy. I flexed my presence slowly to feel more. Her body temperature was rising with either embarrassment or excitement.

"Anything at all Lynn?" I was so focused on what I was about to do, I almost forgot to do it. Her voice brought me back to a more physical stage though.

"Yes... but today I think you should show me just how much you like it." The air around us started to become dense. It was very slow (I'm not nearly as capable as Doe), but it was surely happening.

Her eyes went wide, not because I was doing anything to her, but because I essentially gave her permission to do something she had wanted to do. The blush on her face spread further and became darker, she even shivered a bit. "Can I really? Your... well... ok with it?"

I couldn't stop from giggling. "Azzers! I don't think there is a better place for you to be than at my feet!"

Azara's blush deepened as she sheepishly kissed my foot. When I first learned she would enjoy this, I couldn't stop from laughing about it. But when she kissed my foot... it felt kind of good. She was kissing a part of me I normally dismissed, to me it seemed like she was enjoying an extra detail of me. It sort of made me feel better. When her mouth wrapped around a toe and started to suckle I whimpered a tiny bit. It was embarrassing me now...! but it felt sort of romantic too.

But I couldn't forget why I was doing this.

The air around us grew even denser and I started to focus that weight onto her. It took a while, but she was very content to kiss, nuzzle, and suckle without paying attention to what was going on. All at once it broke through and I was into her mind.

Usually people have something on their mind, and the subconscience is always active, so a first look seems flooded. To do what I need to do though is quite easy, at least on her. "So Azara... what if I just let you worship me, all of me?"

Her reaction didn't matter; the idea was in her head. I latched onto it and pressed everything else down until that was her only thought. She moaned as she worked her way up my legs, crawling onto me. With a dreamy demeanor she started to nuzzle my stomach with soft cooing sounds. "Which means you'll do whatever I ask and love it? Like I'm the best thing there is? No thoughts of anyone or anything else?"

Those ideas also appeared in her head and I repeated the process. I had never done something quite so powerful, but smaller things were great practice.

"Lynn..."

Something unexpected happened. How she said it was fantastic, so submissive and dripping with lust, but it felt empty somehow. I loved it; I absolutely loved how she said my name, but... was that the right thing to do? Was it...?

My moral dilemma was pushed aside quite abruptly as fingers started to pull down my pants. Azara was always fast, they were around my knees and her fingers were prodding me before I could really even react. Azara's fingers knew me very well by then; she knew exactly where to touch to give me the most pleasure, and the couch was a great place to express that pleasure. My back arched and I squirmed, pressing my slit harder against her fingers while trying to relish it all. The gravity had faded (I could never keep it going while being touched) but Azara was only thinking what I wanted her to think.

I was the only thing that mattered to her. my happiness would bring her happiness, and she really wanted to be happy. Her fingers continued to explore me as she kissed my clit lightly. Sometimes I felt embarrassed by all of this, but today nothing could stop me from just moaning and writhing as she vigorously went at me.

It wasn't long before I gasped and bit my lip. My thighs pressed together and my toes and fingers clenched, for a brief second everything felt more blissful than it already seemed. As I panted deeply my mind turned to Doe and how thankful I was to her for letting me be with her. Although Azara was between my legs and had just given me an orgasm, I couldn't help but to feel like I was falling more in love with Doe.