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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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