Accepting Mr. B's proposal

Mr. B agreed. I asked him about his wife. Sheri was 38, a former state beauty pageant winner and part-time model before being a "stay at home" mom. She really didn't stay at home much as she often left the kids with their nanny and spent most of her day at the country club playing tennis, bridge, or hanging out in the sauna or by the pool. She also spend about an hour a day shopping. Mr. B suspected she wanted a divorce because she wanted power, which came from showing the people at the country club she could kick out her "porn-addict" husband and take him to the cleaners.

I visited Sheri on Saturday morning under the guise of a lawyer. I called and told her a valuable ring had been found in Mr. B's possession, and the court wanted to know if it was hers. She agreed to look at it.

Little did she know the ring was my special gift that gave me mind control power over others.

I arrived at her stately mansion, and a maid answered the door. She ushered me into the living room and Sheri came in. She was gorgeous. Tall, lithe, with firm B cup breats, slender, well-toned legs, flat stomach, and long, thick, strawberry blonde hair braided down her back. She was dressed in a white tennis skirt and white polo shirt. "Make this quick, I have a tennis match in a half an hour at the club."

I showed her the ring, which was on my finger. As soon as she looked at it, her eyes locked on it, and I knew she was in my control.

"Listen closely, Sheri," I said, "You know you are the sexiest woman at the club and in this neighborhood, but you have to prove it to yourself. You will do so by seducing as many married men at the club as you can, starting with the husbands of your closest friends. You will do anything if you can suck their cocks. To also prove you are still hot, you will seduce as many of the teenage boys in the neighborhood and who are sons of club members. You will bring them back here, beg them to spank you long and hard then fuck you doggie style. You will secretly videotape your sex with these boys, so you can watch the tapes while you masturbate at night. Also, you will wear nothing under your tennis skirt today, though as soon as you arrive at the club, you will believe you are still appropriately dressed. You will stand here for thirty seconds. After which you will snap out of this trance, but not remember me, this ring, or anything about us. Start counting."

As Sheri started counting, I hurried out of the house. I waved to the private eye I hired, who was sitting in his van a few houses down, climbed into my Porche and left.