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Jason's Power
by EzRiter (ezriter@hotmail.com)

***

I have read stories of mind control, fantasies of drugs 
or amulets, of unlimited sex and total control, of men 
or women or both as slaves to a master. But, my story is 
not a fantasy. It is real. It happened. I thought I 
should share it so those who read these stories will 
understand what a real mind control situation is like. 
(F/m-teen, m+/f+teens, mc, orgy)

***

I guess I better start at the beginning.

I was fifteen on a Thursday. No one wanted to come to 
even the small party my mother had planned. I had cried 
for two days and now sat in my back yard, crying still.

"Hey, pretty girl! Why are you crying?" 

I looked up to see a freckled faced grin peering at me 
over the fence, with a shock of unruly red hair and 
glasses over his blue eyes. 

"Who are you?" I asked. 

"Jason Evans. My folks and I just moved in yesterday. 
Can I come over?" 

"No. I want to be alone," I said in my best Greta Garbo 
imitation. In a moment, I heard the gate open. As he 
strode in, I saw he was almost six feet tall but scrawny 
and gangly. He sat down beside me, eyeing me with a 
gentle, humorous twinkle. 

"Jason Evans, at your service," he said, sticking out 
his hand. I said nothing, trying to ignore him in hopes 
he would go away. He waited a moment, then said with a 
grin, "No wonder you are unhappy. Your parents did not 
give you a name." 

"Cynthia Caldwell, but, everyone calls me Cindy. Now, go 
away!" I was miserable and I wanted to stay that way.

"No. I am going to stay right here until I find out why 
such a lovely lady is unhappy." Jason was very sweet, 
talking to me, drawing me out, refusing to leave, making 
me feel better. After he gained my confidence, I just 
gushed my problems to him. I was overweight (he could 
see that), not popular and very shy. I was smart but my 
grades were lousy because I was so unhappy all the time. 

"I can cure all your problems," he said confidently. 

"What are you, a magician?" 

"No. But, my grandfather was. I can help you, Cindy, if 
you really want me to, if you trust me." 

I looked hard at this boy I had just met. I knew he was 
sixteen, with a positive attitude. I knew he was a 
bright student and in all the top classes. 

"How?" I asked. 

"I can hypnotize you, Cindy. It will help you 
concentrate on your school work, let you shed a few 
pounds and you will be on your way to success." 

"I can't be hypnotized. My parents took me to a doctor 
last fall to try that. But, thanks anyway." He took my 
hand in his. 

"My grandfather was a hypnotist and a magician. My 
father is a hypnotist and a psychologist. My mother is a 
hypnotist and a dentist. My skills have been honed for 
years. I can do it. Just let me know when you want to 
start." 

"Now. I want to start now, but, I don't think it will 
work." 

Jason led me to his room, or, rather, his apartment. The 
people who had owned the house before his parents bought 
it built living quarters in back for an older relative. 
There was a large living room, a large bedroom, bathroom 
and kitchen. Jason lived there now and that is where he 
took me to hypnotize me. 

I had thought when a person is hypnotized, they do not 
remember. But, I remembered everything. He put me under 
and worked for several hours just deepening and 
broadening the trance, making me more receptive to his 
suggestions. He planted a key word in my mind to let me 
be hypnotized more easily the next time. 

He began with helping me concentrate and he told me I 
would hate chocolate. After he brought me out of my 
trance, I told him I remembered everything. He was very 
surprised, but, after a few questions, he believed me. 
He said it was very rare for the subject to remember. 

I really felt no change from his hypnotizing me except I 
noticed I ate differently that night at dinner, avoiding 
the fats and starches, and, taking smaller portions. I 
was so happy that I was really going to lose weight, I 
cried by myself in the quiet of my room. 

The next morning, Dad and I went to church but Mom felt 
puny, so she stayed home. When we returned, she was 
feeling much better. 

"I met our new neighbors," she said. "They are lovely 
and that Jason is quite a nice young man. Have you met 
him, Cindy?" 

"Yes, Mom," I replied but I did not tell her about the 
hypnosis. I did not know what she might say. After 
lunch, Jason arrived and Mom let him in. 

"Why don't you and Jason go up to your room, Cindy. Just 
shut the door. I won't bother you," she said. I looked 
at her with my mouth hanging open. My mother would never 
allow a boy in my room, particularly with the door shut! 
As I took Jason to my room, I wondered if he had 
anything to do with Mom's attitude but I did not ask. 
Again, he put me into a deep trance. 

Within four weeks, I was much more self assured and 
positive. Already, I had lost twenty pounds. By now, 
Jason was walking in and out of my house and my room as 
if he owned the place. He and I had been on a few dates. 
He had kissed me but I pushed him away when he tried 
anything else. 

It was on a Tuesday afternoon when I saw a big Mercedes 
drive in his driveway. Mrs. Parker got out. I knew her 
because her daughter, Patti, was the best friend of my 
older sister, Cathy. When I saw her walk back towards 
Jason's apartment, I snuck downstairs, through the loose 
boards in the fence near the back, and up to Jason's 
window, which was open. I was very quiet as I listened.

"My husband and I really appreciate the changes you made 
in our lives, Jason." 

"You are welcome, Mrs. Parker." 

"Call me Beth. Jason, the reason I am here is... did you 
make any suggestions about you and me when you 
hypnotized us." 

"Why, Mrs...Beth?" 

"I have a desire to be with you. That surprises me. I 
don't have sex with boys." 

"I suggested you would think of me as an adult male, 
Beth. That's all."

"Oh, if you are considered an adult, this feeling is all 
my own?" Mrs.

Parker asked. 

"Yes, it is." 

"Well, Jason, are you an adult male or are you still a 
boy?" 

"I have never had sex with a real woman before. In that 
way, I am a boy. But, I have this." I heard his zipper 
going down. Mrs. Parker gasped. 

"Oh, Jason, I am going to love teaching you about sex. 
And, I want to start now."

I could hear the sound of clothes hitting the floor. I 
heard Mrs. Parker groan, then whisper, "I want that 
monster in my mouth first, Jason." 

I heard slurping sounds. I closed my eyes, imagining the 
sight happening just on the other side of the wall, the 
sight of Mrs. Parker on her knees with Jason's cock in 
her mouth. I had never seen a real cock except for once 
when I was seven and Jamie Miller and I played doctor. 
But, I knew my nipples were tingling and there was 
moisture between my legs. 

"Now, Jason, please, stick it in me. Like that... yes, 
oh, yes. God, you are big. Fuck me with that big cock... 
Uhhhh." 

Mrs. Parker was very vocal in her lovemaking and while I 
won't repeat all of it, I can tell you it was 
wonderfully wild and made me very hot. 

"Good, Jason, so good..." she whimpered as my hand 
slipped under my blouse to caress my nipple. I was 
already a B Cup and I was still growing. 

"Yes, Jason, hold my arms down. Slam me hard, baby. 
Hard! Fuck me with that monster!" 

She began to laugh as my other hand went between my 
legs, feeling my little button so hard and erect. I 
twisted it as I pinched my nipple. I felt a feeling I 
never had before. I knew my first orgasm was on its way. 

"Yes! Jason, yes! OH, GOD, I'M CUMMMINGG!!" Mrs. Parker 
screamed. 

I orgasmed the same time she did, whimpering quietly by 
myself outside Jason's window. I gasped for breath, 
exhausted, but Mrs. Parker was just getting started.

"Have you ever taken a woman's ass, Jason?" she asked in 
a voice I never heard before, a voice I would learn is a 
woman floating in her afterglow. 

"No, Beth," he replied. 

"Well, with that monster cock of yours, it may hurt 
them. You need to be very well lubricated and aware of 
what you are doing. I will teach you." 

"Maybe, I should not have anal sex," he said. 

"Don't be silly. Not all women enjoy it but a lot of us 
do. And, some learn to enjoy it. Besides, if you ever 
want to dominate a woman, take her ass while she 
resists. It makes her feel very submissive, like she is 
with a real man. Now, slip on that condom and grease it 
up." 

"You do it, Beth." 

Mrs. Parker laughed. "See. You are learning to dominate 
already." 

I listened as she moaned, working it in. I was dying to 
look but I was afraid. I listened as again Mrs. Parker 
orgasmed loudly on Jason's cock up her ass, and, again, 
my little fingers brought me off the same time as her. 
Now, I was limp as a rag from my first two orgasms ever. 

"I need to dress, Jason. If we go again, I will be too 
tired for my husband tonight." 

"I have not yet cum, Beth. You need to take me in one 
more time," he replied. 

"Where?" 

"Your mouth." 

"I would love to." Again, the sounds of her slurping 
filled the air. 

I could not stand it. I had to look. Mrs. Parker was on 
her knees naked, her back against the couch. Jason was 
over her, his cock moving smoothly in and out of her 
mouth. One of her hands was on his ass, the other on his 
cock. Both of his hands were on her head. He started 
moaning and moving faster. 

Suddenly, his prick began jumping and Mrs. Parker 
started swallowing. I saw his stuff ooze out of the 
corner of her mouth as she tried to swallow him all 
down. Jason groaned and fell back, sitting on the 
ground. Mrs. Parker had a dazed smile as she took his 
cum off her face with a finger and sexily licked it off.

"I bet your balls did hurt with that much cum in them. 
That was a big load." 

Jason just collapsed on his back. She began to dress. I 
hid again, but continued to listen. 

"Have you ever used your power to enslave a woman, 
Jason?" she asked. 

My heart stopped. I had not thought of that until then. 

"No," he answered. 

"Do you plan to?" 

"Yes." 

I could their breathing and the rustle of her silk 
stockings as she put them on. 

"May I suggest someone?" 

The silence was deafening. 

"Yes. Please do," he said. 

"My daughter, Patti." 

Ohmygod, I thought. Patti was a bouncy, beautiful, and 
popular girl, my sister's best friend. Why would a woman 
suggest her own daughter to be enslaved by a man? 

"Why would you suggest her, Beth?" Jason asked, voicing 
my thought. 

"Patti, I think, is a natural submissive. I believe she 
really needs and wants a man to guide her. You are a 
unique man. I can think of no other person I would 
rather have dominate my daughter. I know she would have 
a good and secure life with you, Jason." 

"I need to meet her," he said. 

"I will set it up," she replied. "But, Jason, even if 
you are fucking my daughter, you need to save time for 
me!" 

"Beth, there will always be time for you!" 

They passed small talk and kissed until he walked her to 
her car. And, Jason always did have plenty of time for 
Mrs. Parker. I was so tired, my legs so weak, it took 
forever before I was back in my room. I slept like a 
baby that night.

I awakened late and grabbed a bowl of cereal. I was 
looking out the window when I saw Patti's car drive up. 
I gulped my food, then ran barefoot in my nightgown to 
hide outside Jason's window again. 

"My mother thinks you can help me with two bad habits I 
have," Patti was saying. "I bite my nails and I have 
started smoking." 

"Of course, Patti. I can correct those habits." 

"Well, let's get started," she said. 

I listened for about an hour and a half as Jason put her 
into a trance. Since I remembered how he did it, I was 
surprised when he began going deeper, much deeper than 
he had with me. She was now in a deeper trance than I 
was after five sessions. Jason gave her the command to 
stop biting her nails and stop smoking. I was very 
surprised as he took her deeper still.

"Patti?" 

"Yes." 

Her voice was that zombie-like monotone of people in the 
deepest trances. 

"Are you a virgin?" 

"No." 

"How many people have you been with?" There was silence. 
I guess she was counting. 

"Seventeen men and six women." Men and women! Wow! I had 
not guessed Patti was gay, too. 

"Tell me about the first one." 

Patti's voice never showed emotion as she described the 
senior fullback taking her cherry when she was a 
freshman, ripping off her panties, pushing her on her 
back and holding her down, fucking her in the backseat 
of his car. 

"Who was next?" Jason asked. She mentioned three 
different guys, then said, "Billy Warren was after them. 
He dominated me. He gave me to his friends. All the 
others were guys he told me to fuck." 

I was sure they could hear my heart pounding.

"Did you like him dominating you?" 

"Yes." 

"Did you like being given to his friends?" 

"I liked making him happy. If having sex with his 
friends made him happy, then it made me happy. I did not 
like it when they laughed at me or called me a slut." 

"The women?" 

"I have one friend who has been my lover since we were 
sophomores. The others were all one nighters for Billy's 
amusement."

"Who is your long term lover?" 

"Cathy Caldwell!" I gasped. Oh, I hoped Jason hadn't 
heard me. 

"Is she gay?" he asked. My ears burned, waiting for her 
response. 

"We both like guys and girls. I like guys better. I am 
not sure about Cathy." 

My big sister liked women. I began to see things that 
had happened between her and me in a new light.

"Do you have sexual fantasies?" 

"Yes." 

"Does one fantasy occur most frequently or take prime 
position over the other fantasies?" 

"Yes." 

"Tell me this fantasy, Patti." 

"I am walking, sometimes in a mall, sometimes at school, 
sometimes just around the neighborhood. There are many 
people around. Suddenly, I see one man staring at me. My 
whole focus becomes him. I can see his body but his face 
is always hazy. I can never make out who he is. He 
motions me to follow him. Sometimes we walk a long time, 
sometimes only a little ways, but, we always end by 
going into a pet store. 

"I stand beside him as he selects a collar, a dog 
collar. It is plain leather, no rhinestones. He selects 
a leash to match. He selects a dog tag. He asks my name. 
I say 'Patti.' He has the tag engraved. It reads "I am 
Patti.' I am owned by... but, I can never read his name 
or address. He puts the collar around my neck. 

"The tags hang down on my throat. I feel the collar. It 
no longer has an lock but is a smooth, one piece 
leather. I know I will wear it forever. I am so happy, 
so excited to belong to him, to have a master to lead 
and guide me. He attaches the leash and says 'Come, 
Patti.' I follow after him." 

It was strange hearing her tell how excited she was in 
such a dead monotone, as if the tone gave lie to the 
words. But, I knew that tone was normal for a person in 
the deepest kind of trance. It seemed there was a long 
silence. 

"Is that the end of you fantasy?"

"Sometimes. Most of the time there is more." 

"Tell me about it?" 

"Usually, it continues my whole life. I do belong to 
him. He is my master. He treats me lovingly, kind but he 
is firm with me, punishing me if I am bad. I always know 
the punishment is given in love. I have his children. We 
live our lives and grow old together." 

"What kind of punishment does your master give you?" 

"He binds me, ties me up. Then, he spanks me. Sometimes, 
he whips me. The binding itself is sometimes my 
punishment. I am left in an awkward position. I can feel 
my muscles ache and throb." 

"Do you like it?" 

"Not the whipping. The spanking is nice when it is done 
to stimulate me sexually, making me throb in need, 
making my pussy flow in desire for him. I love the 
bondage. I love pulling against the ropes. It makes me 
horny. If he leaves me, often I am so aroused when he 
returns, I beg him to fuck me."

"Are there other men and women in the fantasy, besides 
the children?" 

"Yes." 

"Who are they?" 

"They are nameless, floating in and out. My master has 
sex with whomever he pleases. Sometimes, I watch. 
Sometimes, we have a threesome or he shares me with his 
friends. All this makes me happy." 

It seemed the longest time before Jason spoke again. 

"Why does it make you happy, Patti?" 

"I want a man to take charge, to control, to manage my 
sexuality, so I can be free of guilt and happily 
participate as he directs." 

"Patti, would you like to know your master's name?" 

"Oh, yes, very much. Then, I will know who the man is I 
am to serve for the rest of my life." 

"I want you to go back to the pet store. I want you to 
take the dog tags in your hand and look at them. Do you 
see them?" 

"Yes." 

"Listen to me. I will read the dog tag to you since you 
have been unable to read it." 

"Thank you," she replied. 

"The tag reads, 'I am Patti. I am owned by Jason Evans.' 
Can you read it now?" 

"Of course. It is very clear. I can read 'Jason Evans'." 
She sighed happily. 

"At last, I know who he is." It was the first time I 
heard emotion in her voice since she was hypnotized. 

"Repeat what the tag says Patti." She repeated over and 
over, "I am Patti. I am owned by Jason Evans." After she 
repeated it about twenty times, Jason began to take her 
out of the trance, bringing her back to consciousness. 
When she was conscious, I heard her yawn. 

"Wow! Did I go under?" she asked. 

"Yes, you did. I think we can stop worrying about the 
smoking and nail biting now." 

"I hope you are right, uh, what did you say your name 
is?" 

"Jason Evans." 

I heard her gasp, then fall to the floor. I prayed I 
would not be seen but I had to look. Patti was on her 
knees in front of Jason. She was looking up at him with 
an expression which could only be described as 
worshiping. He stroked her cheek gently.

"Jason Evans, I have been looking for you my whole life. 
Please, I implore... I beg.... can I be your woman?" 

"Patti, I do not know. I want a slave, a female totally 
devoted to me, who will always be thinking of how to 
please me, who will follow my every command and will do 
it all happily." 

"That is me. I am the woman you want. I want to be your 
slave, your pet. Please, Jason, let me prove my devotion 
to you." 

"Patti, if you promise to be that, I would love to have 
you as my woman." 

She hugged his legs, then squirmed between them, raising 
her head to be kissed. He kissed her long and hard. I 
saw his hand cup her breast. 

When they broke, Patti said, "I ask only one thing. May 
I wear your collar?" He smiled warmly at her. 

"Yes, Patti, you can. For now, I want you to go home. 
Eat and then take a nap. Dream of you and me, of your 
favorite fantasy, of how you can please me. Then, 
comeback here this afternoon at three." 

"Yes, Jason," she murmured. 

They kissed again and she left. Jason collapsed face 
down on the couch. I heard him snoring almost 
immediately. Enslaving females must be hard work. I 
wondered if he would enslave me. Somehow, I knew he 
would.

I was ready. When I saw Patti's car drive up, I shot out 
the door. I was hidden outside Jason's window before she 
was inside. I was wondering if Jason was going to 
reinforce his trance before doing anything sexual with 
her. But, it was so obvious she was sexually ready, he 
forged ahead.

"Undress," he said. 

"Anything you want, master," she replied sweetly. 

"Patti, you may call me master in private but never in 
public. People might not understand."

"Yes, master," she replied. 

"Wow," Jason said reverently. Patti must have removed 
her blouse. 

"What are your measurements?" 

"35dd - 22 - 36, master. All natural, too." 

She giggled sexily. Everybody I knew wished they had a 
body or a face like Patti Parker. The most beautiful and 
well built young woman in town, she was a natural blonde 
with big, blue eyes, a lower pouty lip, high cheekbones, 
dimples and a warm, wonderful smile. Add to it her drop 
dead figure. No wonder the boys were always around her. 
I had to look. 

Patti was naked. She was slowly turning, letting Jason 
take in the sheer physical beauty of his new slave. His 
mouth was open, as well it should be. Jenny McCarthy 
wished she looked as good as Patti Parker. When I saw 
Jason's pants tented, it was the first time I knew I was 
looking at an erection. I knew I would look more often. 

"Now, let me please you," she said as she moved against 
him, grinding herself into him as they kissed. I quickly 
felt the wetness ooze from my panties onto my leg. 

"Patti," Jason said firmly, "I want your ass." 

I saw Patti squirm. Jason was going to start his 
domination quickly. 

"Master, it will..." She was trying to decide. "Yes, 
master. Whatever you want," she murmured. 

"Patti, do not be anxious. Relax." 

She smiled. She got on all fours as Jason pulled his 
trousers down and moved behind her. He had a jar of 
lubricant and began lubing her inside and out. From the 
angle, I could not see all of his cock. He moved and 
Patti gasped as he penetrated her. 

"Oh, god, Jason, you are so big," she whimpered. 

As I listened, Patti started to cum from Jason fucking 
that perfect ass of hers. My panties were so wet I was 
sloshing as my hand flew between my legs. I came when 
Patti did, except she came from Jason's cock up her ass 
while I came on my fingers. I slipped away, sneaking 
into my room. I masturbated there thinking of Jason 
Evans and his big cock. 

**

The next morning I left for camp. Three weeks. I really 
did not want to go with everything happening but my 
parents insisted. When I got back from camp on a Sunday 
evening, Cathy was out. Mom, Dad and I had a great home 
cooked dinner and a nice visit. I was in my nightgown, 
talking to Mom, when I heard a key in the door. 

"It is just me," Jason said. "Jason has his own key now, 
Cindy. He comes and goes as he wants."

He looked so good to me. My pussy was oozing I wanted 
him to fuck me so much. But, I was afraid, too. I was 
still a virgin and I knew what he could do with his 
power. He kissed Mom lightly on the lips and sat by me. 

"Hello, you good looking babe, you. I have missed you." 

He put his hand on my knee. It embarrassed me but Mom 
did not seem to notice. In fact, she yawned, wished us 
goodnight and left. He leaned to kiss my lips but I 
turned away. I saw sadness, then anger flick across his 
face. He put his hand on my chin, turning me towards 
him. He said my key phrase. By now, I was so receptive 
to him, just the phrase repeated several times put me 
deeply asleep. 

"Tell me of all your sexual experiences, Cindy. Start at 
the very first one you remember and move forward through 
time," he commanded. 

I was powerless to resist even though I would have cut 
off an arm not to tell him. I told of him of being aware 
of my body as long as I could remember, of mother 
telling me how to keep myself clean and warning me about 
boys. I told him about letting Jamie Miller play doctor 
with me when we were seven. I could feel my heart 
beating madly as I said, "When I was twelve, my sister, 
Cathy, and I would play with each other. We only did it 
for a few months but she would love for me to play with 
her... her..." 

"Pussy?" Jason said. 

"Yes," I replied.

"Always use the common words, Cindy."

"I played with Cathy's pussy. She had just turned 
fifteen. She would let me rub her nipples and then, she 
would rub mine." 

"Did you orgasm?" 

"I don't think so, but she did. It frightened me the 
first time when she screamed and flopped around on the 
bed." 

"Go on," he said. 

"Then, we stopped doing things to each other. That was 
the time when Patti Parker became her best friend. For 
the next year or so, I knew about boys. I would talk and 
giggle with the girls. Sometimes we would look at each 
other's pussies but not touch."

I let out a big sigh. 

"Then, this summer I saw you with Mrs. Parker. I was 
outside the window. I masturbated to orgasm. Twice. I 
have masturbated at least once a day since then. At 
camp, I let some of the boys play with my breasts and 
one I let touch my pussy. I made him stop before I 
orgasmed but I ran to my cabin and finished myself."

I could not see Jason but I knew he was there. I knew I 
was pouring my heart out to him. I wondered what he was 
going to do. I found out. 

"Cindy, repeat after me," he said. I repeated.

"I love Jason. I want Jason to be my man, my lover. I 
want his cock in me. I want him to make love to me, to 
penetrate me, to fuck me. I want to suck his cock. I 
want to feel his cock in my ass. I orgasm freely with 
Jason. Jason is my only lover, the only person I will 
let touch me unless Jason gives me to another. 

"I will always be sexy and happy and loving with Jason. 
I eagerly and happily follow all of Jason's commands, 
his directions to me. I want to be his, to be owned by 
him."

I repeated it over and over. He reemphasized it, 
permanently burying it deep in my psyche. Then, he 
brought me out of the trance. I looked at him. 

"I know what you have done to me," I said. "Why have you 
done it, Jason? Why have you made me your love slave?" 

It was the first time a man ever looked at me with love 
in his eyes... except my Dad, of course. That's how I 
knew it was love and not lust. Jason loved me. That was 
very clear to me. 

"I love you, Cindy. I want you to belong to me."

"I love you, too, but, I am too young for sex. It 
frightens me. Anyway you have Patti." 

Very slowly, he leaned towards me. I did not want his 
kiss but I could not control my actions. I raised my 
head to him and my lips parted. His kiss was gentle and 
soft and sweet. 

"Yes, I have Patti. And, I will have many others. I have 
you, too, Cindy. You are mine now. I own you. Do not 
fear, little girl. I love you very much. I will care for 
you your entire life. Cindy, I will not force you to 
have sex. Let me know when you are ready."

I was exhausted from the mental stress, the hypnosis, 
the being enslaved by Jason when I got home but Cathy 
came into my room. 

"Did you fuck him?" 

"What do you mean, Cathy?" 

"Jason. Did you fuck him?" 

"No!" I said, acting very insulted. "Why did you ask?" 

"Patti and I are his lovers. When I asked if he planning 
to add another, he told me he would take you." 

I turned beet red, stuttering, as I replied, "You are 
his lover, too! It doesn't bother you... that you will 
share a man with your little sister?" She laughed. 

"No, little baby. There is no one better to pop your 
little cherry."

I knew she was right but I was still afraid.

It was only two weeks until school started again. I 
tried to avoid him but I saw Jason every day. Nothing 
sexual happened between us. When school did begin, my 
brand new attitude and new looks significantly increased 
my popularity. 

Being new, Jason initially was an outcast. But, being 
Patti and Cathy's boyfriend was a long step towards 
popularity. Then, he convinced Bobby Winters he could 
help him be number one quarterback. It worked. Bobby was 
his lifelong buddy and Jason was now an "in" guy. 

I noticed the change in attitude of a lot of other 
people towards Jason. The "bitch bunch" as the other 
students called a cliche' of six beautiful and rich 
junior girls, suddenly became much nicer to everyone but 
they were devoted to Jason. I would see them carrying 
Jason's books in the hall, or getting his lunch in the 
cafeteria. 

They would take turns driving him anywhere he wanted to 
go. They bought him presents. Of course, they had to 
contend with Patti and Cathy, who were spending every 
available minute with him. Both Patti and Cathy wore 
gold choker necklaces, like collars. I remembered Patti 
asking for his collar to wear. Cathy showed me hers. It 
could be removed but it would take an Allen wrench to do 
it. The other girls wore gold bracelets on their left 
ankles.

Of course, I would see one or more of the "bitch bunch" 
arrive at Jason's apartment in the afternoon. Cathy and 
Patti were always there, too. I knew they were not there 
for tea. Sometimes, I would sneak up to his window. 
Jason was probably watching for me since I told him I 
listened outside his window when he put me under. But, 
he never said anything and the window was always open so 
I could hear. 

They had sex every afternoon. Once, I saw Patti, Cathy, 
two of the bitch bunch and Jason all naked in a pile of 
the floor. I know my sister Cathy was loving these 
sessions, given her bisexual nature. She would have at 
least one of the other girls every afternoon. 

After the sex, the girls would clean, wash and iron. 
Then, they would march naked into the big house where 
Jason's parents lived and clean it. Sometimes, they 
fixed dinner for Jason and his parents and whoever he 
invited over. I am sure it is every man's dream to have 
beautiful, naked women serving his every whim. For 
Jason, it was reality. 

Jason talked to me every day. He was always loving and 
polite. You could describe us as very close friends and 
I liked him. "Just ask if you want to go out with me," 
he said. I never asked. Why, I don't know. 

One day I asked Jason where he and a bunch of the other 
kids went after school some days, the days the girls did 
not go to his apartment. He just smiled. 

"We meet different places. Today, it is my house. Come 
to my house after school today," he said. 

"I am meeting Linda. We are going to the mall." 

"Please. Bring her with you," he said. 

When Linda and I arrived, Jason answered the door. He 
whispered my key phrase in my ear, told me to sit in the 
blue chair in the corner and took Linda by the hand. It 
was the first time he had taken control of me since he 
implanted the sexual suggestions. I did as I was 
instructed. I had no choice. 

In the living room, there was about ten guys and ten 
girls. All were naked. All were engaged in some form of 
sex. Patti Parker was on her knees in front of Bobby 
Winters, his cock buried in her mouth. I wondered why 
Jason let his woman suck off another guy. As I heard her 
slurping and watched his big cock saw in and out, I felt 
my pussy tingle. 

David White (who is black) and David Black (who is 
white) were comparing cock sizes. Then, Missy Winters 
(Bobby's sister) grabbed both of their cocks and pulled 
them towards her. Quickly, she was enjoying one in each 
end. My sister was riding the mouth of some girl I could 
not recognize. Our eyes met but she was so dazed by 
desire she did not focus on me. 

All that action made my own sexual needs accelerate. I 
wanted some cock myself. But, I could not move. I sat 
primly, knees together, hands on my lap, as all the neat 
kids fucked in front of me. I heard the door open and 
more kids piled into the room. The orgy was at full 
steam.

"Listen up!" 

It was Jason. He was naked now. It was the first time I 
had seen his cock except for when I saw Mrs. Parker suck 
him off. It was huge, easily bigger than either one of 
David's, swinging like a big rubber bat between his 
legs. It frightened me as I thought of that in my virgin 
pussy. But, then I felt a tingling warmness infuse me, 
making me quiver as my pussy ran with honeydew. Jason 
held Linda by the hand. Little Linda. Prim and proper. 
Naked. Her pussy freshly shaved. A shiny gold bracelet 
on her left ankle. 

"Linda is our virgin for the day. We will initiate her 
now!" 

A happy shout rose from the room. Four guys grabbed 
Linda, laying her on her back, holding her wide and 
apart. They could have let go because she was not 
struggling. 

"Marcia, come warm her up," Jason said to a thin, tall, 
black girl standing nearby. 

"Thank you for selecting me, Jason," she said as she 
knelt between Linda's legs. She began lapping at Linda's 
naked pussy. Soon, Linda was groaning from her need and 
the smell of her pussy floated through the air. Jason 
pushed Marcia aside and knelt between Linda's legs.

"Linda, I want you to tell us all exactly how you feel, 
what is happening." 

"Yes, Jason," she replied softly. "I feel you big cock 
resting on my stomach. It frightens me some but, mygod, 
I want it. I want your cock... yes, Jason.... in me... 
deep... full!" 

Linda's fingers encircled Jason and moved him to her 
opening, busily spreading her lips for him. 

"Now, Jason, please, fuck me. Oh, god, you are so big... 
stop... wait... please, I am tearing." 

She was sweating heavily now, her eyes dilated and 
unfocused at the lust controlled her. Her breathing was 
ragged and labored. 

"I am being fucked... fucked so good... now, a little 
more... my cunt is stretching... expanding to take your 
big cock. Oh, a little more... yes, yes, so full. Stop." 

I could see Linda's squirming, her muscles working to 
take him. Jason was being very gentle with her, letting 
her dictate his entry speed. He almost acted detached. 
Once, I saw him staring at me as he waited for her. 

"Now, I am ready, now. Oh, oh, oh! ...aaahhhhh, holy 
mother-fucking shit... my cunt is so full... jesus, Mary 
and Joseph that feels good... so good... hahahah..." 

She began babbling as Jason began to move in and out of 
her. Her arms and legs were wrapped tightly around his 
hard, lean body. 

"YESSSSSS, OH GOD I'MMM CUMMMMMING" she screamed as she 
slammed her heels into the floor, lifting herself and 
Jason into the air as her back arched, body rigid, eyes 
bugged out. I heard her fart as she passed out.

Jason pulled out of her and grinned at his silent and 
approving audience. 

"Yeah!" he said and the room broke into action as all 
the hungry, horny bodies attached to each other. He came 
to me, his cock like a giant rod before him. I could not 
move. Slowly, the tip of his cock touched my lips, then 
slid up my cheek, leaving a trail of Linda's love potion 
on my cheek. I was shaking in desire... and, in fear he 
would force me. 

"Let me take you, Cindy," he asked. 

"No," I groaned. 

"I can make you." 

"Please, Jason, don't." 

"Open your mouth for my cock," he commanded. 

My mouth opened. I felt the weight of his cock on my 
lower lip. Our eyes were locked. His cock pulled back 
and he leaned to kiss me. 

"I told you I would wait for you," he said lovingly.

He turned and grabbed the first available woman, who 
happened to be Mandy, the head cheerleader. At the time 
she was sucking off a guy. Without pity or mercy, Jason 
slammed that monster deep into her asshole and fucked 
her long and hard until I could see the muscles in his 
legs spasming and his contorted face as he orgasmed. 

Mandy had screamed like she was shot when he penetrated 
but was happily babbling, orgasming with him at the end. 
I remember Mrs. Parker saying a good ass fucking was a 
way to make a woman surrender. I watched Mandy around 
Jason after that day. Mrs. Parker was right. Mandy 
looked at him like he was a god and became on of his 
most devoted followers. 

Me? I sat there throughout the entire orgy, my desire 
building, my needs unmet.

The orgies occurred about twice a week. Apart from the 
orgies, any of the males could have any of the females 
anytime he wished. The ankle bracelets identified the 
girls. The guys wore a gold necklace. A secret password 
completed the matching process. 

As the weeks passed, I noticed more and more girls with 
bracelets and more guys with necklaces. I estimated 
everyone in school would be initiated by the end of the 
year. I attended every orgy. Always I sat untouched, 
fully dressed. Always he asked me and I refused.

There was a change in Jason's activities I discovered 
one day when Cathy and Patti came into my house one 
afternoon when they usually were at Jason's. 

"Why aren't you at Jason's?" I asked, surprised to see 
them. 

"He had a date," Cathy said, acting unfazed by his 
seeing another woman. I looked out of my window. In a 
few minutes, Mrs. Bennett, a married but very sexy 
English teacher, came out of Jason's apartment looking 
well fucked indeed. Jason was branching out.

Being around all of this sex and not getting any was 
starting to really eat on me. I would masturbate like 
crazy, wearing out my poor vibrator, using more 
batteries than a eight year old on a Game Boy. It was to 
no avail. I needed a cock. One night about two in the 
morning, I could not sleep. Dressed only in a thin, 
transparent cotton nightgown, I snuck downstairs. I 
guess mother heard me because she met me at the door. 

"Going to give yourself to Jason, Cindy?" she asked, 
brushing my hair back lovingly, a kind, sweet expression 
on her face. 

"Yes, mother. I am." 

"Good, baby. I know you will enjoy him." She had a 
wonderful, soft, loving smile on her face. It was then I 
realized she was under his control. I wondered if he had 
fucked her, so I asked. "Yes, dear," she said as she 
pushed me out the door.

As I walked up to his door, it opened. It was Paula 
Jones. "Hi, Cindy. Your turn next," she said with a 
giggle. I saw her skipping down the sidewalk to her car. 
Jason stood there, smiling gently as he opened the door 
for me. He closed the door to his apartment. The warmth 
and love is his face was overpowering. I would have gone 
to bed with him just as a result of that look. 

"I am ready, Jason," I said. He just stood there, 
smiling, staring at me. 

"Jason? Jason?" He leaned forward and tenderly kissed my 
lips. Again, he stared at me. 

"What do you want, Jason?" 

"I want you to feel how much I want you and want me that 
much, Cindy." 

Suddenly, sweat broke out all over my body. My pussy 
started lubricating, flowing as much liquid as if I had 
pissed. I felt the need for his cock so severely... so 
intensely... I could not stand it. I thought I would die 
if I did not get his cock in me. 

"Jason, fuck me. Please. Fuck me. I need it so!" 

"Beg me, bitch!" he said with a huge grin. I ripped off 
my nightgown and fell prostrate at his feet. 

I grabbed his leg, begging him, pleading for him to take 
me. I crawled up him and sucked that monster into my 
mouth. It was like I had been in great pain, surgery 
perhaps, and the doctor had given me morphine. A warm, 
wet, tingling feeling came over me as soon as my lips 
closed on his cock. 

I was on my knees before him, his monster cock filling 
my mouth completely. But, I wanted it in my pussy. I 
held his ass in my hands, scooting backwards towards the 
bed without letting his cock leave my mouth. I crawled 
on the bed and lay back. 

"You will know what I am doing but you cannot move," he 
said. 

I felt like I was watching someone else with him. I was 
already so sexually aroused it was painful but his hands 
were all over me, caressing, touching... god, it felt 
good. He was commenting, telling me how smooth my skin 
was, how he loved the way I felt, how beautiful I was. 
He was a man enamored with a particular woman trying to 
express to her how special she was to him. I knew for 
sure how much he loved me and that I always wanted to 
belong to Jason. 

He pulled my legs up, spreading me wide. He was very 
gentle, penetrating me, ripping my hymen. He had used 
his power to prevent me from having pain. I just felt a 
warm fullness. We cleaned up the blood, changed the 
sheets, and lay down together again. 

"Now, my one true love, you are freed to enjoy your man 
to the fullest," he said in my ear. 

"Yes, yes...oh GOD YES!" I screamed as he filled me 
again. Even the pain of his stretching me felt good as 
he fucked me long and hard. I began to orgasm, gasping, 
squealing, begging him to never stop fucking me. I had 
multiple orgasms from his wonderful fucking. Suddenly, I 
thought I was going to catch on fire I was so hot. When 
I tried to breathe, I could not. "Jason! Stop, wait!" 

"Like hell!" he muttered and started pounding me harder. 
He pinned my arms over my head and fucked me until 
orgasm after orgasm pounded me, each stronger than the 
last. I had never known anything like it. I passed out.

That day at school I was sore and in a daze. I am sure 
it was clear to the non-virgins what caused my problem. 
Everyone could immediately tell I was one of three women 
who belonged to Jason Evans because I now wore a gold 
choker identical to the ones worn by Patti and Cathy. 
Mrs. Bennett stopped me in the hall to tell me she loved 
my new necklace. I wondered if she knew where and how I 
got it; so, I asked her. 

"Yes, Cindy," she said sweetly. "He is very special, 
isn't he?" 

"Yes, Mrs. Bennett, he is." 

She hugged me, a warm, loving hug of two women sharing a 
special feeling, a feeling generated by a special man. 

Wonders never ceased. That night at dinner, mother said, 
"We have talked to Jason's parents, Cindy. Jason is 
buying the old Wentworth place down the street which is 
for sale. You and Cathy are to move in with Jason. Patti 
is moving in, too." 

"What did you say, Mom?" I asked in total surprise. "I 
said you, Cathy, Patti and Jason are moving in together. 
All three of you belong to him. You need to be with him 
more, to be in his house. It is for the best." She 
patted my hand to reassure me, not that I needed it. 
Within ten days, we were moved in. That night the three 
of us young women slept with the man in our lives. We 
lived with him the rest of the school year. 

I should point out Jason had a very active and extremely 
lucrative consulting practice. More than one businessman 
contacted him. Jason would assist on solidifying deals, 
in uncovering employee theft or other problems or in 
other business matters he did not explain to us. But, 
his big dollar consulting income was keeping marriages 
together just as he had with the Parkers. The way it 
worked is Jason would consult with the husband and wife, 
then make hypnotic suggestions to eliminate their 
marriage problems. 

For example, take the Donalds. Mrs. Donald was fucking 
everything she could find. More importantly, she was 
telling everyone about it which embarrassed Mr. Donald a 
great deal. Mr. Donald was having problems staying hard 
as a result. Jason's cure was to make Mr. Donald control 
his erections and orgasms so he could fuck all night. He 
made Mrs. Donald so she could never tell anyone about 
any of her affairs, but, she could tell her girlfriends 
about the sex with her husband as much as she wanted. It 
turned out she enjoyed talking about it as much as she 
enjoyed doing it. Then, nature took its course. 

Or, the Clarks. Mrs. Clark had a deep seated fantasy to 
have sex with another woman. She was a closet bisexual. 
Mr. Clark had a mistress. Jason adjusted their thinking 
a little. The mistress moved into their house and 
everyone is happy. 

I know of only one case where Jason made one party the 
other's sex slave, and, it was a special situation. I 
knew about it because Jason wanted Cathy and Patti to 
advise him on it. Angela, the wife, was a girl two years 
ahead of Patti and Cathy in school and both of them knew 
her. 

Angela had seduced and married a man forty when she was 
still a senior in high school. Beautiful and sexy, 
Angela was a complete slut, and, so sexually proficient 
the boys would crawl, begging, just to kiss her pussy. 
She had no intention of being faithful and humiliated 
her husband by playing around and making not attempt to 
hide her adultery. 

Jason's solution was simple. After Jason's hypnosis, 
Marsha's pussy went numb if she or another woman touched 
her there. And, if a man touched her, she got cold 
chills and threw up on him. She could get no relief, not 
even from masturbating. The exception, of course, was 
her husband. Jason programmed her to be wildly sexual 
with him and orgasm unbelievably. That power made her 
suddenly very loving and devoted to her husband. 

From his consulting, Jason was very rich and could have 
provided everything we all needed. But, remember the 
Parkers were the richest family in town. Patti was their 
only child. And, Patti loved, absolutely and completely 
loved, being Jason's slave. 

I attended every orgy from then on but I only 
participated like Patti and Cathy did. We could suck 
cock but not get fucked without his permission. While he 
gave Cathy permission most of the time when she asked, 
he did not give Patti or me permission. I had mixed 
feelings about that. I mean the others were enjoying the 
fucking so much. But, really, I enjoyed being Jason's 
private woman. Only he fucked me. 

We had a great Thanksgiving, all three families together 
under one big roof. Already the parents were talking 
about college, since Patti and Cathy were seniors. It 
was amazing we all got along so well together but, then, 
I am sure Jason did that, too. Three high school girls, 
dressed in starched white uniforms like maids, prepared 
and served the dinner so none of the family members 
would have to work. 

About a week after thanksgiving, the four of us were at 
our home one evening, sitting around talking. As usual, 
we were all naked. 

"What are you getting Mom and Dad for Christmas, Cathy?" 
I asked. 

She and Jason looked at each other. Then, Patti giggled. 

"What?" I asked. 

"I thought we might give our parents their sexual 
fantasy for Christmas," Jason said. 

"Their fantasies? Do we know?" 

"Well, I know your parents and Patti's parents. I don't 
know my parents. I asked but they said they were going 
skiing."

"What are their fantasies?" I asked. 

"Cindy, the two fathers have the same fantasy. They want 
to have sex with their daughters. Your mother wants to 
have sex with a black man. Patti's mother wants an 
orgy." 

I was stunned at first but, then, I grinned. I mean, sex 
had become the way of life for all of us and a damn good 
way it was. 

"And?" I said. 

"You and Cathy are going with your father. Patti is 
going with her father. David White and Leroy Jones are 
taking your mother to the beach. And, Mrs. Parker is 
coming over here. The whole hockey team will be 
available for her." 

"Sounds delightful," I said. 

School was out on December 19. We all agreed to meet in 
Aspen on Christmas Day. Mother was so funny when David 
and Leroy arrived to pick her up. She could not keep her 
hands off David's cock as we stood saying goodbye. I 
doubted they made it past the first motel. 

Patti and Mr. Parker were going ahead to Aspen, to the 
big home all the families bought together. I heard Jason 
instructing his beloved and beautiful sex slave in what 
she should do. I just hoped we would find Mr. Parker 
alive when we arrived because Patti had enough sexual 
energy to kill most men her father's age. Cathy and I 
got the presidential suite at a major hotel downtown. As 
I said, Jason made a lot of money. 

Cathy, Dad and I were all so nervous. We daughters had 
picked out matching, transparent, red nighties. As I 
brushed my hair getting ready for him, I wondered how he 
was going to like his daughters and their shaved 
pussies, and, I thought about all he had done for me 
over the years. Giving him his fantasy was just one way 
I could repay him. 

When we went in to the living room of the suite, Dad was 
sitting on the couch in his bathrobe, the TV off, the 
radio playing slow, romantic music. Cathy and I sat on 
each side of him. He was really nervous. We just 
snuggled for a while, talking, our bodies resting on 
each other. Then, we led him to the bedroom. When Cathy 
removed his robe, I was pleased to see a nice, hard cock 
waiting for us. We lay down on each side of him. 

"Dad," Cathy said, "We want you to be perfectly still. 
Let us do it all this first time." 

We began to touch him, letting our fingers caress his 
body, letting our mouths tickle him, our breasts drag 
over his skin. When the poor man could stand no more, 
Cathy leaned over him and put his cock in her mouth. The 
excitement got to him and he fired away. Like all 
Jason's women, Cathy loved cum. She swallowed him down. 

"No. Too soon," he moaned. 

"Relax, Daddy. We have a whole week," I said as I kissed 
his mouth, sticking my tongue down his throat. 

Then, as Cathy lowered her pussy over his mouth, 
enjoying his experienced tongue on her twat, I eased his 
hard cock into my hot cunt. My Dad was the only the 
second man ever to fuck me. We did everything for him 
and with him any woman or any two women could do for a 
man. I do not need to draw you a picture, but, let me 
tell you about Cathy. 

When Cathy said, "Dad, have you ever seen two women make 
love?" I wanted to say, "It is his Christmas present, 
not yours." But, he was so eager to watch us, I bit my 
tongue. 

Cathy really is a superb lover. Back when she was 
younger and had experimented with me, I remember getting 
good feelings. But, this was special. She brought me to 
orgasm after orgasm, then showed me how to do the same 
for her. I would not ever turn down a woman again, 
unless Jason told me to, of course.

I am pleased to report that my Dad is a stud. By the end 
of our vacation with him, Cathy and I admired his skills 
as a lover, making our love for him increase.

On Christmas Day, we were all in Aspen. Mr. Parker 
looked exhausted and was glad to see us arrive. Another 
day alone with Patti might have killed him as she almost 
fucked him to death. Jason's parents were non-committal. 
Mrs. Parker was so sore from the week long orgy with 
fifteen teen aged boys, she groaned in pain every time 
she moved, but, she said she had loved it. Mother had 
loved her beach outing with two young black studs. And, 
Dad just sat and smiled.

We were all sitting around the place Christmas night. 
Cathy and I were on each side of Jason. Patti was at his 
feet, curled up between his legs. Jason had bought some 
very nice, expensive presents like clothes and jewelry 
for everyone. In fact, all the presents were awesome. 
"Did everyone enjoy their presents?" Jason's Mom asked. 
We all did, happily discussing them. 

Then, Patti looked up at Jason. Her face was shining, 
her love and desire for him very evident. He leaned down 
and kissed her so softly, I trembled and my eyes teared. 
I knew how much he loved her. And, I knew he loved me 
just as much.

"Everyone, we have one more present to announce, 
although it will not be here until June. Patti is 
pregnant." 

Cathy and I knew about Patti. But, I was very surprised 
at the reaction. Jason's parents and Patti's parents all 
acted happy and excited about the new arrival. My 
parents were upset. 

Mom, Dad, Cathy and I visited together in their room 
before we went to sleep. They were worried about us 
getting pregnant. 

"Mom and Dad," Cathy said, "Jason and I have discussed 
it at length. I will not be getting pregnant. I will be 
going to college in the fall." They were visibly 
relieved. 

"How about you, honey?" Mom said to me. 

"Jason said I was too young and he wanted me to wait." 

"Jason is a smart young man," Dad said. I looked hard at 
them. 

"I want you to know if it was up to me, I would get 
pregnant tonight." It seemed we all settled down after 
Christmas. I guess pregnancies do really change your 
life. Cathy, always an A student, concentrated on what 
she needed for college. Patti continued school but had 
lost interest. I am a strong believer in school but in 
Patti's situation, school was not a necessity. 

Her parents would leave her rich. Her master, as she 
called Jason, would leave her richer. Cathy and Jason 
continued to go to the orgies but Patti and I dropped 
out. While I loved to suck cock, I did not miss it that 
much and Patti really appreciated me staying at home 
with her. 

In March, something happened that really bothered me. 
Jason, to my knowledge, had never used his powers 
evilly, that is, if you do not consider removing the 
sexual inhibitions of every teenager and a good part of 
the adults in town as evil. 

The Physics teacher, Mr. Jefferson, was really an 
asshole. Everybody knew that. Jason was on course to 
graduate two years early, but he needed Physics. For 
some reason, Mr. Jefferson hated Jason. Try as he could, 
Jason could not get on his good side. Except for Mrs. 
Bennett, who Jason was still fucking on a regular basis, 
Jason kept his powers away from school, saying he wanted 
to earn his education. When Mr. Jefferson reporting a 
failing grade for Jason at mid-semester, Jason went 
nuts.

We all three tried to calm him down but he was terribly 
angry. I had never seen him like that. Even his Dad 
could not calm him. Patti was almost hysterical and 
Cathy did not know what to do. When Jason said he was 
going to the Jefferson's house, I insisted I go with 
him, hoping to be able to keep him under control. 

When Mr. Jefferson opened the door, Jason enslaved him. 
Mr. Jefferson went blank and began to obey. 

"This is obscene, Jason. Please don't do it," I begged. 
His eyes were hard. "Don't control me. I need..." 

He said my key word. Jason had Mr. Jefferson strip and 
lean over the arm chair, his butt in the air . He 
ordered me to get Mr. Jefferson's belt and stand behind 
him. 

Mr. Jefferson had a beautiful younger wife who was the 
apple of his eye. The word at school was Mr. Jefferson 
was very jealous but without reason. When Mrs. Jefferson 
came down stairs, it was clear Jason already controlled 
her. He had her slowly strip while her husband watched. 
Then, he ordered me to whip Mr. Jefferson with a belt, 
one stroke for each time his wife said "fuck". 

"Now, bitch, you want my cock so badly you will do 
anything. You know I will the best you ever had, so much 
better than your sorry husband. Beg for it, bitch. Crawl 
to me and beg me to fuck you!" 

She was pathetic, sobbing, begging. 

"Please, Jason. I want to be fucked (whap) with that 
huge cock of yours. Please fuck (whap) me. Fuck (whap) 
me so good. I need it. I need to be fucked (whap)." 

She crawled on her belly, begging him, as I whipped her 
husband. Jason can last all day. He really did give her 
the best fucking she ever had. Then, he fucked her ass. 
Unplanned by Jason, Mrs. Jefferson was very vocal. She 
must have said fuck a hundred times and her poor 
husband's behind was raw from the spanking. 

"Now, Mrs. Jefferson, you will always remember your 
humiliation, your shame. Your husband did this to you. 
And, when it happened, he did not even come to your aid. 
You will despise him. You will not divorce but you will 
punish him by fucking three other men a week, coming 
home to tell him in graphic detail and have him eat 
their cum from your pussy." 

"Mr. Jefferson, you realize your shame. You absolutely 
hate it but you have no choice: you will listen and eat 
the cum. You will get hard from doing it and masturbate. 
You will be unable to get hard from your wife and you 
will never fuck her again. You will give her a list of 
your best friends and students to fuck, so they will all 
know of her infidelity and your inability to service 
her." 

He made them remember all of it, including the wife's 
begging and him fucking her. After giving the standard 
instructions about not retaliating or telling, he 
released them. They were sobbing, cursing each other as 
we left. 

"You are sure quiet," Jason said as we pulled into our 
driveway. 

"I am frightened, ashamed and sad. You can not lose 
control like that. You have too much power. You hurt 
that poor woman, destroyed their lives. They did not 
deserve that, Jason. It was cruel." 

He did not reply to me, going into the house alone as I 
sat in the car and cried. We have two bedrooms we use. 
There is the king sized bed where we all usually sleep. 
But, the other bedroom has two double beds in case 
someone needs to be alone. Jason slept with Cathy and 
Patti. I slipped in and slept alone. 

"Get up, Cindy! Get up!" Jason was standing over me. 

"What time is it?" I asked, trying to awaken. 

"Four thirty in the morning. Just put on your robe and 
follow me." 

I stumbled downstairs behind him. He drove us back to 
the Jefferson's house. Mrs. Jefferson was still awake, 
sitting in the living room, sobbing. When she saw Jason, 
she fell on her knees and begged him to fuck her again. 
That shows Jason's power and his lovemaking ability. 
Jason put her in a trance.

"Can I keep her as one of my woman, Cindy?" he asked. 
She was very attractive but Jason had enough women. 

"Release her, Jason. Please," I replied. He erased all 
her memories of the whole thing. She fell asleep 
peacefully. Awakening Mr. Jefferson, he erased his 
memory of it also, instead implanting an order to be 
"fair, kind and honorable" with his students. 

Back at the house, he locked up as I trudged to my bed. 
I felt him slip in with me. 

"I need you, Cindy. Thanks for keeping me straight, for 
helping me. I love you, little girl." 

"I love you, too," I cried as he slipped between my 
legs. I guess all lovers are this way. Sometimes sex is 
a wild, demanding hard battle. Sometimes, it is gentle 
and sweet. My Jason was very sweet that night.

Hypnotic suggestion wears off over time, like paint on a 
fence fading in the sun, although Jason was so good his 
lasted longer than usual. Patti was an ideal subject and 
his suggestions to her melded so perfectly with her own 
deepest desires, little reinforcement was necessary. 
Jason reinforced me but it was not necessary. I did 
deeply and honestly love him and I wanted to please him 
as any woman wants to please her man. 

But, Cathy was different. She really did have very 
strong lesbian feelings and her love for Patti was 
stronger than her love for Jason. Jason intentionally 
did not reinforce Cathy's hypnotic suggestions. As a 
result, it was clear by May, Cathy would be going away 
to college and not coming back to us. I knew I would 
miss my sister but I was glad she was going. Patti, 
Jason and I fit together like a dream. Cathy was always 
the odd man out. 

I was sixteen the first week in June. Beautiful, 
healthy, Jason Reagan Evans was born on my birthday. 
Patti and J.R., as we call him, are doing fine, thank 
you.

So, that was my first year with Jason. I had learned so 
much. Except for his one incident with the Jefferson's, 
Jason worked very hard to use his power properly and not 
hurt anyone. I was proud to be there for him when he 
needed me. He had helped me with my intellectual 
capacity and I am graduating early. Next year will be my 
final year of high school. Jason graduated this year and 
started college. He says he needs knowledge no matter 
how much power he has. 

I don't know if I will go to college or not. Honestly, I 
would like his child growing in me. 

That is me talking and not Jason's power. 

Believe me. I know the difference.

END

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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