My Fondest Memory

My Fondest Memory

Part 4 of 4

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Within the realm of erotica, there's an entire subgenre devoted to mind control. It is typically told from the perspective of someone who possesses a magic potion, an incantation, or a medical device that compels hapless victims to submit. Usually, these victims don't even realize they are being victimized.

How would one of these stories look from the perspective of someone who doesn't know her mind has been hijacked?

Meet Sheila Friendman, a happy, carefree young woman living a placid existence. Along comes Ron Stevenson, who changes everything. This story is told by Sheila, who explains what happens when her consent is stolen so skillfully she doesn't even recognize that it's gone. Our tale concludes here in Part 4.

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Adding Femme to our life enriched our daily routine immensely. Living with a talented artist was rewarding in endless, unexpected ways. Femme was constantly finding creative ways to make our home look more pleasant. Ron and I both thanked her repeatedly. Every day she spent some time working on the portrait Ron commissioned. I loved how it felt to pose nude.

Our arousal would build as we worked. Eventually, Femme put down her paintbrush so she could wrap me in her arms and give me a molten, erotic kiss. Then we'd make our way to Ron's office to convince him to join us in the bedroom for a passionate session of hot sex. He always found time in his busy schedule to take care of our needs.

Femme and I did everything we could to let Ron know we were grateful that he was willing to put up with two very different women. Every night we had energetic sex that ended with me under Ron's left arm and Femme under his right. Every day began with Femme and me stroking his morning wood until he was hard enough for us to take turns riding him cowgirl-style until all three of us were satisfied.

A lot of men would find it challenging to live in a space with so much female energy, but Ron was so confident and manly that things always seemed to balance themselves out.

The three of us lived together blissfully for months. I regularly told Ron that the luckiest day of my life was when we met. He'd just smile and say "I feel the same, Sheila. You are the love of my life. You and Femme."

Things were going so well that I was surprised by what happened next.

"I have a friend you two should meet," Ron said one evening.

"She's a very interesting woman," Ron said. "Her name is Sara Hall. She's one of the people who supports my research.

"She's an heiress. A genuine heiress. Her great-grandfather invented some improved ways to manufacture aluminum, and it made him a billionaire. She has a trust fund that makes her one of the wealthiest women in America. This means she's never had to work for a living. It's allowed her to pursue her passions.

"For a while, she was a ballerina, but that's a very punishing field, so she eventually quit. Because she's so fit, she became a fitness model. As you can guess, she's gorgeous. But the reason I think you'd like her is that she's a smart, creative person who is fun to be around. I know her because I persuaded her to invest in my work. She's very sexy. I think I should mention that she likes girls as much as she likes boys."

"Good to know," Femme said.

I didn't understand why Ron mentioned Sara. He apparently wanted to add her to our happy little family, which seemed like a bad idea to me. We were fine as we were. I didn't care how beautiful or sexy this person was - I was more than satisfied with Ron and Femme.

I'm not sure why I didn't express any reservations. I just went along when Ron said we should meet this woman. We had coffee on a Saturday morning. Sara was charming and beautiful, and I couldn't help but experience little twinges of attraction. It made me feel like we'd met before, or I'd seen her photo somewhere. I began to think that getting better acquainted with Sara might be a good idea.

That happened a few days later when Ron invited her over for cocktails. He gave her a tour of the house, and Sara was particularly interested in seeing Ron's latest inventions. He took her into his private office and showed her the little viewer he was always tinkering with, and Sara seemed especially excited and happy afterward.

I was surprised when Sara suddenly began flirting with me. "Sheila, I hope I'm not staring at you too much, but I can't stop myself," Sara said. "I'm going to just come right out and say it. You are so attractive that I can't let you out of my sight. I hope you don't mind."

"Sheila is used to being adored," Femme said. "Ron and I are powerless to look away. If you think she looks nice now, you should see her when she's modeling for me. Would you like to see her portrait? It's not finished, but it's far enough along to give you an idea of what it will look like eventually."

Femme took us into the room where we worked on her painting, and Sara seemed impressed. It featured me perched on a stool, sitting in a posture that put my chin up, my chest out, and my legs open just enough to show a hint of my pussy. That might sound pornographic, but I saw it as erotic.

"Femme, this painting makes me think you are very fond of Sheila," Sara said.

"That's an understatement," Femme said.

There was a long moment of silence, and the moment seemed to be charged with sensual undertones. Femme finally leaned toward Sara and gave her a delicate little kiss, then did the same to me.

"Kiss each other," Femme said, gently pressing Sara and me together. Her lips were soft, warm, and welcoming. We kissed over and over, then Femme moved in and kissed us both.

"I think it's time to take this to the bedroom," Femme said. "Sheila, show Sara the way while I go get Ron."

I took Sara's hand and led her to Ron's bed. "I'm nervous," she said.

"Don't be," I said. "I know we just met, but this feels very natural. I'm glad this is about to happen."

"Me too," Sara said. I took her in my arms and began kissing her. That's what we were doing when Ron and Femme arrived.

Without a word, we began removing Sara's clothes. Soon we were all naked, and Ron lowered Sara to the bed. We all gathered around her, with Ron kissing her lips while I caressed her breasts and Femme spread her legs and stroked her inner thighs. Things were happening fast. We could tell that Femme was in a hurry.

I felt Sara's fingers touch my breasts, so I rolled over to let her hands wander wherever she wanted. I'd never been in bed with three people before, and I imagined that Sara must be thrilled to have all of us working together to give her pleasure. Her breathing became deeper and more rapid. Soon, she was moaning from arousal.

Another hand reached for me. This time it was Femme, who wanted to stroke my pussy. She has a wonderful way of letting me know when she's hungry for me. I spread my legs, and I could tell from the way she touched me that she was anxious to do more.

I saw that Ron's cock was hard, so I reached over and took it in my hand. I stroked it up and down.

He's having sex with three hot babes,

I thought to myself.

Ron must be loving every part of this.

It wasn't long until Femme decided she wanted to eat Sara's pussy, so she got between her legs and started going down on her.

"Ohhhhhh!"

Sara cried when Femme's tongue began licking her slit. I knew exactly how she felt; Femme is better at cunnilingus than any of us - even Ron. I began to hope she'd eat my pussy before we were finished.

Ron pulled away from Sara, walked around the bed, and then used his hands to guide me until my breasts were dangling in front of Sara's face. She began to hungrily suck, lick and nibble my boobs and nipples. Sara's hands moved to squeeze my breasts and pull me closer. Seeing how excited she was aroused me.

It was even more exciting when I realized that Ron was moving into position behind me so he could stick his hard cock into my ready pussy. He placed the head between my legs and rubbed it along my warm, ready slit. Soon we were both nice and wet. His cock entered my passage easily, and he began moving in and out in the slow, steady way he knows I love.

I particularly loved feeling Ron's cock in me at the same time Sara was working on my breasts. Having two people giving me pleasure was thrilling. I realized that it would happen more often if everyone agreed that Sara should join our little family.

She was beautiful and sexy in ways that were different from me and Femme. Sara was very lean and muscular, with the long limbs that are so desirable in models. Femme and I are both curvier. Sara's face was beautiful in a unique way; I've never seen anyone who looks like her.

It occurred to me that we three girls made it possible for Ron to have sex with women who were all very hot, but in very different ways. I imagined that if a sultan wanted to recruit harem girls who gave him a lot of sexual variety, he couldn't do better than me, Femme, and Sara.

What a nice coincidence for Ron,

I thought to myself.

He's a lucky guy. What are the odds that he would end up with such a nice collection of lovers?

It wasn't long before I began feeling the urge to climax. Ron knew exactly how to please me with that wonderful cock of his, and he was doing a masterful job. Sara was still sucking and licking my breasts, but it was getting harder for her to concentrate because she was so distracted by Femme going down on her.

My orgasm began first. Waves of pleasure began in my pussy and spread through my body.

"Ohhhhh... Ron... ohhhh... yes,"

I said. This climax wasn't particularly strong, but it was very satisfying because I loved how it felt as Ron slowly moved in and out of my pussy. It seemed very loving and gentle.

What Femme was doing to Sara was completely different. Sara began to cry out as Femme worked on her pussy. Her climax was about to begin. I rested my head on Sara's shoulder as my orgasm slowly faded and hers continued to build. She finally began to climax, shaking all over as Femme overwhelmed her senses.

When Sara calmed down I felt Ron withdrew his hard cock from my pussy. He'd become very good at making sure his erection lasted long enough to satisfy everyone, and I knew that he was about to reward Femme for being so generous with Sara. He flipped Femme onto her back and lined up his cock with the entrance to her pussy.

Several seconds went by, and Ron didn't push his cock into her pussy.

"Give it to me,"

Femme finally said.

"Say please,"

Ron said. He was just stalling so his cock wouldn't explode the second he began having sex with Femme. She knew that, but she loved playing this game with Ron, so she began to beg dramatically.

"Oh please, Ron, please give me your cock!"

Femme whispered.

"I need it so bad! I want to feel you inside me. I want to feel it when you fill me with your cum. I'm begging you, please, let me have it before I go crazy!"

Ron's cock finally calmed down enough that he was no longer in danger of having an orgasm immediately. He pushed into Femme's pussy.

"Thank you!"

she whispered.

"Thank you for giving me your big, hard cock! I love it so much!"

Sara must have liked seeing this game progress, because she gave me a big smile as we both watched Ron and Femme enjoy themselves. For a woman who formerly thought of herself as a strict lesbian, Femme had developed a deep appreciation for Ron's cock. It was remarkable. Ron originally brought Femme into our little group as a way to satisfy my sudden attraction to women, and it seemed weirdly coincidental that Femme suddenly began enjoying sex with men. It made me feel that we were the luckiest people in the world. Our sexual horizons seemed to magically expand when we came into Ron's circle.

Sara and I watched as Femme's excitement built. Ron began moving faster, thrusting harder, and Femme loved it all. She wrapped her arms around his back and began to moan as it went on and on and on. Femme cried out when she climaxed, and that made Ron start to pound into her pussy until he climaxed too. We saw them both begin to relax, kissing passionately as they held each other.

"Wow,"

Sara said.

"That was... wow! I've never experienced anything like that before."

"You're a very sexy girl,"

I told her.

"I think so too,"

Femme said.

Ron lifted himself off Femme's body, then moved to the side so he could kiss Sara. "There's no doubt about what needs to happen now," Ron said. "Sara, you belong with us. I can tell that my two favorite women in the world are just crazy about you. They'd never forgive me if I didn't invite you to become part of our little family. Am I wrong, ladies?"

"I want you with us, Sara," I said.

"So do I," Femme said.

"Thank you. All of you," Sara said. "This feels right. Natural. I'd love to be with you."

It was settled. But folding Sara into our little group was a lot more complicated because she was so rich. She couldn't simply move into Ron's house with us because she owned so much stuff. For example, she had six cars. A ton of original artwork. Enough antique furniture to fill a small warehouse.

Fortunately, there was a solution. Sara owned several homes, including her family's mansion. It happened to be vacant because her parents had recently retired to San Diego. She suggested that it had plenty of room for the four of us. Wasn't that a wonderful coincidence?

I was blown away the first time I saw it. It was so beautiful and luxurious I could barely believe it was my new home. This may seem obvious, but being romantically involved with a billionaire has a lot of advantages. It was amazing that Ron just happened to introduce us to Sara at a time when she was available for a relationship.

The mansion was furnished by Sara's parents, and it took some time for all of us to decide what we wanted to keep and what we wanted to put in storage. For example, we emptied a room called the Solarium and converted it into a studio for Femme. A room called the Library became Ron's office and workshop. At my suggestion, we filled one big room with state-of-the-art fitness equipment as good as you'd find at an upscale gym. A lot of the art hung by Sara's parents came down to make room for Femme's paintings.

Sara said it best when she observed that when we moved into the mansion, we filled the big old place with love. Every day was a celebration of passion, pleasure, and affection. Me, Femme, and Sara did our best to thank Ron for bringing us together. No man ever enjoyed a more satisfying life as we found ways to express our gratitude. Most of the time, we gave him our thanks in the bedroom.

There was only one problem.

As time went by, I was increasingly troubled by lapses in memory. There were moments when I could not remember what I'd done for hours at a time. The more it happened, the more I worried that something must be wrong with me. It's just not normal for a healthy young woman like me to have so many gaps in my recollections. I noticed that these periods often seemed to happen after I'd had conversations with Ron or looked through his viewer. It didn't make sense.

I asked Ron about it, and he downplayed the problem. "Everybody has memory lapses," he said. "Don't worry about it." I asked Femme, and Sara, and what they said surprised me. Both of them reported that they had mysterious gaps in their memory, and both of them said Ron encouraged them not to fret. Unlike me, they didn't seem overly concerned.

As time went by, and I paid more attention, the gaps became more noticeable. I finally decided to see a doctor. I didn't tell anybody because I didn't want to worry them about something trivial. I arranged to see a neurologist, and when I described my symptoms, he said he'd try to figure it out.

"This doesn't sound like normal forgetfulness," the doctor said. "Lots of things can cause memory problems, so I'll need to do some tests before I can identify the issue."

Over the next week, he ordered brain scans, blood tests, and examinations that checked my vision and hearing. He had me fill out a lengthy questionnaire designed to look for symptoms of neurological disease. It didn't reveal any problems.

"Everything tells me that your cognitive processes are working normally," the doctor said. "I have one suggestion. I'd like to refer you to a psychiatrist who is trained in hypnosis. He can attempt to use procedures that recover lost memories. Nothing is guaranteed, but the process is safe and can be very effective."

The next morning I showed up at the psychiatrist's office, and he led me to a darkened room. "Hypnosis works best if the subject tries to be as cooperative as possible," he said. "I'm going to make some suggestions, and you should try to comply without thinking about it. Are you ready?"

The doctor lit a candle and asked me to gaze into the flame. "Clear your mind of all conscious thought," he said. "Concentrate on each breath flowing in and out. Be aware of how it feels to sit quietly in the chair.

"Listen to the sound of my voice. Every time you start to think about something other than the way your body feels, try to push the thought away and make your mind as empty as you can." Eventually, the doctor began asking me questions about times when my memory had failed.

That's when I began to realize what had been done to me. It was horrifying.

"I'm sorry that happened to you," the doctor said when it was over. "I've never seen anything like this before. It appears that your friend Ron has invented some kind of device that induces a hypnotic state that is deeper than can be achieved otherwise. I can't help but compare it to mind control.

"Although I have a lot of questions about this, it certainly appears that this Ron fellow has invented some kind of advanced technology and used it to turn you and two other women into his slaves. Did you ever feel you were being compelled to do anything without your consent?"

"Never," I said. "I always felt that what Ron wanted was for my benefit. I thought it was because he loved me and wanted me to be happy."

"Did you feel happy?" the doctor said.

"Always," I said. "I've never felt happier in my life."

"Odd. Perhaps that's part of the reason he had so much success," the doctor said. "It's well known that hypnosis can't force people to do things against their will. You can't hypnotize a kind, caring person and make them commit a murder. We can investigate this more if you like, but what you've described so far makes it seem that the primary thing this Ron fellow did was make suggestions that you give and accept love.

"We all want to love and be loved. It went beyond that, of course. He turned your life upside down. But was the foundation of everything he did built on making you feel loved? Does that seem right to you?"

"That's exactly how it felt," I replied. "Ron made me feel that he loved me so much that he knew more than I did about what was best for me."

"Very strange," the doctor said. "This Ron fellow reminds me of a cult leader.

"I'm glad we could find some answers for you. I realize that this must be very shocking. You'll need time to process this.

"I'll help you in any way I can. If you choose to consult a lawyer, I'll be happy to share the results of your consultation. If you need me to testify in court, I will do that for you. This Ron character sounds like someone who needs to be held accountable for his actions."

"Do you think I should contact the police?" I asked.

"I can tell you that there have been many instances of victims taking legal action against hypnotists who allegedly influenced people to engage in behavior they later regretted. These legal tactics seldom work. The hypnotists argue that the victims simply did things they wanted to do voluntarily.