"Your... your master?" My Master sent me away. He... he told me to go away, to get lost." Her full lower lip quivered. "I got in the little boat, and ...owed until I lost the oars. Do you think that he will be angry with me?" I don't think that you need to worry about your... your master. He can't find you here. You'd better have a bite to eat, and then we'11 talk some more." All right, Master." She swung her feet to the floor and stood up, staggering slightly until she caught her balance.. Sarah was softly rubbing my thighs through the silk and she pulled the gown back as Jenny’s left hand wiggled into my lap and I opened my legs to allow her better access.Through a haze of lust I watched myself, on the plasma, testing the ropes that were tied around my legs, which simply meant that I could only raise and open my legs, leaving me vulnerable to the fucking I knew I was about to get. Whilst Sarah opened my gown further Jenny dropped onto her knees in front of me, begining to. So with that context it's very easy to understand what this story is about, so lets start with the specifics, this is the story of a multiversal school for mind controlers, on this school they will learn to grow their abbilities and will have the chance to test them openly with their classmates (More specific rules and guidelines will be given during the first chapters) so normally this would cover a whole school year, but given that i want this story to have choices, different paths, and. And the worst irony, I’d spent so much time fixing myself only to feel finished only months before this bullshit started. And yes I know that’s the wrong thinking word for what transitioning meant to me, but still, it’s what it felt like. The days were roller coasters, the hormones slingshotting me back-and-forth between extremes. And it’s not like the depression, the anger, the hate were just imaginary. They poured out from other people, from old friends and uncaring strangers who looked at.