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This is a work of fiction for the entertainment of adults in locations
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Copyright 1998 by EzRiter.



JASON'S POWER

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.

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 storked 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 not 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 CUMMMINGGGG" 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."  

Oh, migod, 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 did not hear 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 life long 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 who ever 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 everyday.  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 the Davids, 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 near by. 

"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, migod, 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 there 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.





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