Slaves and Telepaths: Part 1 The Collection. Chapter 1 I started life with a lot going for me. My family was rich and powerful (although I doubt you've heard of us). As I grew up I was given everything I needed, except the love and care of family members. I was an only child, in fact some of the servants who raised me said that it was surprising that my parents had spent enough time together to have me. With only the hired help around, I was very lonely. My mother must of noticed (somehow) and arranged for me to start at a local school when I was ten. It was strange, people were always surprised when they learned who I was, often exclaiming that I wasn't "snooty" enough. I shrugged and said it was probably because the people who had the most effect on me weren't rich. So for four years I had a fairly stable life, however during my fourteenth year my sheltered life was dealt a strong blow. I came home one afternoon to be greeted with a worried servant, the police had rung to say that my mother had been killed in a plane accident. While I hadn't been close to her it was still a shock. For the next few weeks I withdrew into myself, I had always thought that I still had time to get to know my parents, now though. Then I got sick. First time I get ill, and I have to collapse in the middle of class. I had some strange dreams while I was in my coma, I was other people, living other lives, when I woke up I discovered why. My father had been contacted and had immediately recognised what had happened to me. I had awoken when he had turned up, and he quickly explained what had happened. I, like my father, was a telepath, I could read and alter minds, and it was that ability that had caused my "coma." Getting my life, and my powers, under control took up so much time that I quickly lost touch with my friends. I returned to private tutoring until university where I decided to take a sciences course that just went all over the place, psychology, electronics, computers, physics, and included both business and law studies. The course was nothing, just something to spend time on, until, I discovered, Teresa came into my life. I'm not sure how it came up, but Teresa somehow found out about my abilities. Her reaction was surprising. "Use it on me, make me your slave." Now what can you say to a beautiful, intelligent woman who wants to be totally remade into your obedient love slave. I said no. Teresa kept at me though, so one day, when we were studying, I turned on her and told her that if she wanted to be my slave she hardly needed me to do it to her. She nodded once, fell to her knees before me, opened my pants, and took me into her mouth. That was the first time we had a sexual encounter. At the end of the year we returned to the manor house I had grown up in. Despite Teresa intentions, her enslavement to me did not interfere with our study, and we had both graduated. It was during that summer that Teresa had her brilliant idea.