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I was fifteen on Thursday. No one wanted to come to the small party my
mother gave me. Not even the beautiful summer day could stop my tears.
"Hey, pretty girl! Why are you crying?"
I saw a freckled-faced grin peering at me over the fence, with a shock
of unruly and glasses over his blue eyes.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"Jason Evans. My folks and I moved in yesterday. Can I come over?"
"No. I want to be alone," I said in my best Greta Garbo imitation.
In a moment, the gate opened. As he storked in, I saw he was about 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
ignored him hoping he'd go away. He waited a moment, then said with a
grin, "No wonder you're unhappy. Your didn't 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'm going to stay right here until I find out why such a lovely
lady is unhappy."
Jason was very sweet as he talked to me. After he gained my confidence,
I 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."
I looked hard at this new I'd met. I knew he was sixteen, with a
positive attitude. I knew he was a bright student and in all the top
"How?" I asked.
"I can hypnotize you. It'll help you concentrate on your school work,
let you shed a few pounds and you'll be on your way to success."
"I can't be hypnotized. My 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's a hypnotist
and a psychologist. My mother's a hypnotist and a dentist. My skills have
been honed for years. I can do it. Let me know when you want to start."
"Now. I want to start now, but I don't think it'll work."
Jason led me to his room, or, rather, his apartment. The people who had
owned the house before his bought it built living quarters in back
for an relative. There was a large living room, a large bedroom,
bathroom and kitchen. Jason lived there now and that's where he took me to
I'd thought when a person is hypnotized, they don't remember. I
remembered everything. He put me under and worked for an hour 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 didn't feel different from being hypnotized 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 myself to sleep in the quiet of my room.
The next morning, Dad and I went to church but felt puny, so she
stayed home. When we returned, she was feeling much better.
"I met our new neighbors," she said. "They're lovely and that Jason is
quite a nice man. Have you met him, Cindy?"
"Yes, Mom," I replied, but I didn't tell her about the hypnosis. I
didn't know what she might say. After lunch, Jason arrived and let him
"Why don't you and Jason go up to your room, Cindy. Shut the door. I
won't bother you," she said.
I looked at her with my mouth hanging open. My would never allow
a 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 didn't
ask. Again, he put me into a deep trance.
Within four weeks, I was much more self assured and positive. Already,
I'd 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'd kissed me, but I pushed him away when he tried anything else.
On a Tuesday afternoon, 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 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
"My husband and I appreciate the changes you made in our lives, Jason."
"You're welcome, Mrs. Parker."
"Call me Beth. Jason, the reason I'm here is... did you make any
suggestions about you and me when you hypnotized us."
"I have a desire to be with you. That surprises me. I don't have sex
"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.
"Yes, it is."
"Well, Jason, are you an adult male or are you still a boy?"
"I'm counting on you to make me an adult, " he said.
"Jason, I'd love to teach you about sex. Shall we began?"
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 on the other side of the wall, the sight of Mrs. Parker on her
knees with Jason's cock in her mouth. I'd 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're 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.
"Yes, Jason, hold my arms down. Slam me hard, baby. Hard! Fuck me,
Jason, fuck me."
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'd never felt before. I knew my first orgasm was on its
"Yes! Jason, yes! Oh, God, I'm cumming," 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
"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 them. You need to
be very well lubricated and aware of what you are doing. I'll teach you."
"Maybe, I shouldn't 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's with
a real man. Now slip on that condom and grease it up."
"You do it, Beth."
Mrs. Parker laughed. "See. You're 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'll be too tired for my
"I need to again, Beth. You need to take me one more time," he
"I'd love to." Again, the sounds of her slurping filled the air.
I couldn't 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 him all down. Jason groaned and fell back, sitting on
the ground. Mrs. Parker had a dazed smile as she took his off her
face with a finger and sexily licked it off.
"I bet your balls with that much in them. That was a big
Jason groaned and fell backward. 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 hadn't thought of that until then.
"No," he answered.
"Do you plan to?"
I could hear their breathing and the rustle of her silk as she
put them on.
"May I suggest someone?"
The silence was deafening.
"Yes. Please do," he said.
"My daughter, Patti."
Oh, my God, I thought. Patti was a bouncy, beautiful, and popular girl,
my sister's best friend. Why would a woman suggest her own be
enslaved by a man?
"Why would you suggest her, Beth?" Jason asked, voicing my thought.
"I think Patti's a natural submissive. I believe she really needs and
wants a to guide her. You're a unique man. I can think of no other
person I'd rather guide my daughter. I know she'd have a good life with
"I need to meet her," he said.
"I'll set it up," she replied. "But, Jason, even if you are fucking my
daughter, you need to save time for me!"
"Beth, there'll 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 thinks you can help me with two bad habits I have," Patti was
saying. "I bite my nails and I've 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 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.
Her voice was that zombie-like monotone of people in the deepest
"Are you a virgin?"
"How many people have you had sex with?"
There was silence. I guess she was counting.
"Seventeen and six women."
and women! Wow! I hadn't guessed Patti was gay.
"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
"Who was next?" Jason asked.
She mentioned three different guys, then said, "Billy Warren was my
fifth. He gave me to his friends. All the others were he told me to
I was sure they could hear my heart pounding.
"So he dominated you?" Jason asked.
"Yes," Patti replied.
"Did you like that?"
"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 didn't like it when they laughed at me or
called me a slut."
"How about the women?"
"I have one friend who's been my lover since we were sophomores. The
others were all one nighters for Billy's amusement."
"Who's your long term lover?"
I gasped. Oh, I hoped Jason didn't hear me.
"Is she gay?" he asked.
My ears burned, waiting for her response.
"We both like and girls. I like better. I'm not sure about
My big liked women. I began to see things that had happened
between her and me in a new light.
"Do you have sexual fantasies?"
"Does one fantasy occur more often than the others?"
"Tell me this fantasy, Patti."
"I'm walking, sometimes in a mall, sometimes at school, sometimes around
the neighborhood. There are many people. Suddenly, I see one 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 in a pet store. I stand beside him as he selects a collar, a
dog collar. It's plain leather, no rhinestones. He selects a leash to
match and a tag.
He asks my name. I say 'Patti.' He has the tag engraved. It reads 'I'm
Patti. I'm owned by', but I can't read his name. 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 smooth leather. I know I'll wear it forever.
I'm happy and excited to belong to him, to have a 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
"Is that the end of your fantasy?"
"Sometimes. Most of the time there's more."
"Tell me about it?"
"Usually, it continues my entire life. I do belong to him. He's my
master. He treats me lovingly, kind, but he's firm with me, punishing me
if I'm bad. I know the punishment is given in love. I have his children.
We live our lives and grow 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 is sometimes my punishment. I'm left in an awkward position. I
can feel my muscles ache and throb."
"Do you like it?"
"Not the whipping, but a nice spanking stimulates me sexually. I love
the bondage. I love pulling against the ropes. It makes me horny. If he
leaves me that way, I'm so aroused when he returns, I beg him to fuck me."
"Are there other and women in the fantasy, besides the children?"
"Who are they?"
"They're 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 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'll know whom I'm to serve for the rest of
"I want you to go back to the pet store. I want you to take the tags in your hand and look at them. Do you see them?"
"Listen to me. I'll read the tag to you since you have been unable
to read it."
"Thank you," she replied.
"The tag reads, 'I'm Patti. I'm owned by Jason Evans.' Can you read it
"Of course. It's 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
"Repeat what the tag says Patti." She repeated over and over, "I'm
Patti. I'm 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
"I hope you're right, uh, what did you say your name is?"
I heard her gasp, then fall to the floor. I prayed I wouldn't 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've been looking for you my whole life. Please, I
implore... I beg.... can I be your woman?"
"I don't know. I want a slave, a female totally devoted to me, who will
always be thinking of how to please me, who'll follow my every command and
will do it all happily."
"That's me. I'm 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
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
He smiled warmly at her.
"Yes, Patti, you can, but 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 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 obvious she was sexually ready and 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've removed her blouse.
She giggled sexily. Everybody I knew wished they had a body or a face
like Patti Parker. The most beautiful and well built woman in town,
she was a natural 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 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, I knew I was looking at an erection. I knew
I'd 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 squirmed against him, then slowly slid to her knees to pull his
trousers down. She smiled. From the angle, I couldn't see all of his
cock. He moved and Patti gasped as he penetrated her.
"Oh, god, Jason, you're so big," she whimpered.
As I listened, Patti started to from Jason fucking hers. My 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 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 didn't want to go
with everything happening, but my 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's just me," Jason said.
"Jason has his own key now, Cindy. He comes and goes as he wants," told me.
He looked so good to me. My 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 lightly on the lips and sat by me.
"Hello, you good looking babe, you. I've missed you," he said.
He put his hand on my knee. It embarrassed me but didn't 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, the phrase repeated twice put me deeply
"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 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 was fifteen. She let me rub her
nipples and then, she'd 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'd talk and giggle with the girls. Sometimes we'd 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 play with my 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 orgasm
freely with Jason. Jason is my only lover, the only person I'll let touch
me unless Jason gives me to another. I'll 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 ten times, permanently burying it deep in my psyche. When
he brought me out of the trance, I looked at him.
"I know what you've done to me," I said. "Why have you done it? Why
have you made me your love slave?"
It was the first time a 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'm too for sex. It frightens me. Anyway,
you have Patti."
Very slowly, he leaned towards me. I did not want his kiss, but I
couldn't control my actions. I raised my head to him and my lips parted.
His kiss was gentle, soft and sweet.
"Yes, I have Patti, and I'll have many others. I have you, too, Cindy.
You're mine now. I own you. Don't fear, little girl. I love you very
much. I'll take care of you. Cindy, I won't force you to have sex. Let
me know when you're 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'd take you."
I turned beet red, stuttering, as I replied, "You're his lover, too! It
doesn't bother you... that you'll share a with your little sister?"
She laughed. "No, little baby. There's no one better guy to pop your
I knew she was right, but I was still afraid.
School started again in two weeks. 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'd see them carrying Jason's books in the hall, or
getting his lunch in the cafeteria. They'd 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.
I'd 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
weren't there for tea. Sometimes, I'd 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. 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 Cathy was loving these sessions, given her bisexual nature. She'd have at
least one of the other every afternoon. After the sex, the would clean, wash and iron. Then they'd march naked into the big house
where Jason's lived and clean it. Sometimes, they fixed dinner for
Jason and his and who ever he invited over. I'm sure it's 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. I liked him. More than that, I
loved him. I think I'd love him even if he hadn't hypnotized me to do it.
"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 didn't go to his apartment. He just
"We meet different places. Today, it's my house. Come to my house
after school today," he said.
"I'm meeting Linda. We're going to the mall."
"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
In the living room, there was about ten 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 saw in and out, I felt my 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 was riding the mouth of some I couldn't recognize.
Our eyes met but she was so dazed by desire she didn't focus on me.
All that action made my own sexual needs accelerate. I wanted some cock
myself. But I couldn't 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.
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 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 ran with honeydew.
Jason held Linda by the hand. Little Linda. Prim and proper. Naked.
Her freshly shaved. A shiny gold bracelet on her left ankle.
"Linda's our virgin for the day. We'll initiate her now!"
A happy shout rose from the room. Four grabbed Linda, laying her
on her back, holding her wide and apart. They could have let go because
she wasn't struggling.
"Marcia, come warm her up," Jason said to a thin, tall, black standing near by.
"Thank you, 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 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 and what is
"Yes, Jason," she replied softly. "I feel you resting on my
stomach. It frightens me some but, my God, 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'm tearing."
She was sweating heavily now, her eyes dilated and unfocused at the lust
controlled her. Her breathing was ragged and labored.
"I'm being fucked... fucked so good... now, a little more... my 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'm ready, now. Oh, oh, oh! ...aaahhhhh, holy mother-fucking
shit... my cunt's so full....Jesus, Mary and Joseph that feels good... so
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.
"Yessss, oh God I'm cummminngggg," she screamed as she slammed her heels
into the floor, lifting herself and Jason into the air. 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
"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 couldn't 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'd 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'd 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 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 one of
his most devoted followers.
Me? I sat there throughout the entire orgy, my desire building, my
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 wore a gold necklace. A secret
password completed the matching process. As the weeks passed, I noticed
more and more with bracelets and more 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
"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 but
very sexy English teacher, came out of Jason's apartment looking well
fucked. Jason was branching out.
Being around all of this sex and not getting any was starting to really
eat on me. I would like crazy, wearing out my poor vibrator,
using more batteries than a eight year on a Game Boy. It was to no
avail. I needed a cock. One night about two in the morning, I couldn't
sleep. Dressed only in a thin, transparent cotton nightgown, I snuck
downstairs. I guess 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 was on her face.
"Yes, mother. I am."
"Good, baby. I know you'll enjoy him." 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 in his face was
overpowering. I'd have gone to bed with him just as a result of that look.
"I'm 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 started
lubricating, flowing as much liquid as if I had pissed. I felt the need
for his cock so severely... so intensely... I couldn't 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!" 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 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'll know what I'm 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 to the fullest,"
he said in my ear.
"Yes, yes...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 couldn't.
"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'm 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's 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, said, "We have talked to Jason's parents,
Cindy. Jason's buying the Wentworth place down the street that's for
sale. You and Cathy are moving 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's 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 women slept with
the 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'd
assist on solidifying deals, in uncovering employee theft or other problems
he didn't 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
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 two years ahead of Patti and Cathy in school and both of them knew her.
Angela had seduced and a forty when she was still a senior
in high school. Beautiful and sexy, Angela was a complete slut, and very
sexually proficient. She had no intention of being faithful and humiliated
her husband by playing around and making no attempt to hide her adultery.
And it wasn't just with men. She seduced other women, too.
Jason's solution was simple. After Jason's hypnosis, Angela's went numb if she touched herself there. And, if a or other women
touched her, she got cold chills and threw up on them. She couldn't cum,
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 needed. But the Parkers were the richest in town.
Patti was their only child. And, Patti loved, absolutely and completely
loved, belonging to Jason.
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 wouldn't 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 were talking about college, since Patti and
Cathy were seniors. It was amazing we all got along so well together but
I'm 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 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 their sexual fantasy for
Christmas," Jason said.
"Their fantasies? Do we know?"
"Well, I know your 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 wants to have sex with a black man.
Patti's 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 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. was so funny when David and Leroy arrived to pick
her up. She couldn't keep her hands off David's cock as we stood saying
goodbye. I doubt they made it past the first motel.
Patti and Mr. Parker were going ahead to Aspen, to the big home all the
families owned there. I heard Jason instructing his beloved and beautiful
sex slave in what she should do. I hoped we'd find Mr. Parker alive when
we arrived because Patti had enough sexual energy to kill most her
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, nighties. As I brushed my hair getting ready
for him, I wondered how he was going to like his daughters and their shaved
pussies. 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 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 drag over his skin. When the poor 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 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 ever to fuck me. We did everything for him
and with him any woman or any two women could do for a man. I don't 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's 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 wouldn't turn down a woman again, unless Jason told me
to, of course.
I'm pleased to report that my Dad's a stud. By the end of our vacation
with him, Cathy and I admired his skills as a lover, making our love for
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 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'd loved it. had loved her beach outing with two black studs. And Dad 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 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 won't be
here until June. Patti's pregnant."
Cathy and I knew about Patti, but I was surprised at the others'
reaction. Jason's and Patti's all acted happy and excited
about the new arrival. My 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
won't be getting pregnant. I'll be going to in the fall."
They were visibly relieved.
"How about you, honey?" said to me.
"Jason said I was too and he wanted me to wait."
"Jason's a smart man," Dad said. I looked hard at them.
"I want you to know if it was up to me, I'd get pregnant tonight," I
It seemed we all settled down after Christmas. I guess pregnancies
really do change your life. Cathy, always an A student, concentrated on
what she needed for college. Patti continued school but had lost interest.
I'm a strong believer in school but in Patti's situation, school wasn't a
necessity. Her 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 didn't
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 don't 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. Jason tried but he
couldn't 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
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'd
never seen him like that. Even his Dad could not calm him. Patti was
almost hysterical and Cathy didn't 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 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 said "fuck".
"Now, bitch, you want my cock so badly you'll do anything. You know
I'll 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'll always remember your humiliation, your
shame. Your husband did this to you. And, when it happened, he didn't
even come to your aid. You'll despise him. You won't divorce, but you'll
punish him by fucking three other a week, coming home to tell him in
graphic detail and have him eat their from your pussy."
"Mr. Jefferson, you'll realize your shame. You'll absolutely hate it,
but you have no choice: you will listen and eat the cum. You'll get hard
from doing it and masturbate. You'll be unable to get hard from your and you'll never fuck her again. You'll 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
"You're sure quiet," Jason said as we pulled into our driveway.
"I'm frightened, ashamed and sad. You can't lose control like that.
You have too much power. You that poor woman, destroyed their lives.
They didn't deserve that, Jason. It was cruel."
He didn't 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
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
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 wasn't 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 feelings and her love for Patti was stronger than her love for Jason.
Jason intentionally didn't reinforce Cathy's hypnotic suggestions. As a
result, it was clear by May, Cathy would be going away to and not
coming back to us. I knew I would miss my sister, but I was glad she was
Patti, Jason and I fit together like a dream. Cathy was always the odd
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 learned so much. Except for
his one incident with the Jeffersons, Jason worked very hard to use his
power properly and not anyone. I was proud to be there for him when
he needed me. He had helped me with my intellectual capacity and I'm
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'll go to or not. Honestly, I'd like his child
growing in me. That's me talking and not Jason's power. Believe me. I
know the difference.
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