Friday evening

For the next few days, John had held back a little. He had promised Christina that she would be the mistress of Lara, the cheerleader. To do this, John had looked through the files he had received from Mrs. Osbourne. The first thing he found was a picture of the mother.

Judging by it, Lara was a younger version of her mother. According to the papers, her name was Lisa, and she was in her mid-forties. The interesting entry was that she was divorced and apparently wealthy. John had arranged to meet Christina on Friday night. He had waylaid Lara after school and had already prepared her. He had found out that the two of them had planned a spa weekend. When John heard that, he grinned broadly. It would probably be a different kind of spa weekend.

Then the time had come. Christina picked him up in her parents' car and on the way to Lara's he clarified with her what exactly she was planning to do with Lara. Or what the relationship between the two of them should look like.

Christina thought about it for a while, she didn't seem to have thought about it yet. In the end, she suggested a similar approach to the one she had taken with her mother. That she could change Lara's behavior with the help of triggers. John nodded and didn't think it was a bad idea. He didn't yet know how to proceed with Lisa himself, but that would become clear in time. When they finally arrived, they both rang the doorbell. It was Lisa who opened the door.

"Let us in and not a word," John said quickly. She looked at them in surprise and took a step to the side so that they could enter the house. As soon as they were inside, he asked Lisa where Lara was. As soon as he had the answer, the two of them were to follow him, and he went to Lara's room.

He didn't knock at all but went straight to her room, once he saw her, he mentally made sure she didn't move and stayed still. Lara was lying on her stomach on her bed and had raised her upper body slightly when the door was opened, and now looked at the three of them in surprise.

"Hello Lara, stay calm. You will do what Christina tells you from now on," John began, implanting the same triggers in Lara as he had implanted in Kathrin. Except that the triggers all worked on Christina. He looked at Christina and saw the grin on her face. When he looked past her and saw Lisa, he could see her horrified face.

"I'll leave you alone with your toy then," John said to Christina and then turned to Lisa.

"Now you show me your bedroom, bitch!" said John, who was on a high. Lisa looked at him angrily, but didn't say a word and led him back into the hallway and from there into her bedroom. As soon as he was inside with her, he closed the door behind him and grinned at her.

"So, now it's just the two of us. You can talk again, but only at a low volume," he said.

"Who are you? HOW DID YOU DO THAT?" she asked him angrily. John immediately started laughing and mentally ordered her to undress for him.

"I am John. And I have this ring that enables me to control you, not just you, but you right now," John replied, watching her peel off her clothes.

"You... you can control people, that's... impossible," she struggled for words as she undressed.

"Yes, I can. And you caught my eye. And you live alone with your daughter, which is an advantage for me and my companion," John laughed and then pointed to the shoes lying next to her.

"You can put those back on."

Lisa bent down and slipped her high heels back on, as she had to bend over to do so, John took the opportunity to give her a slap on the ass before telling her to kneel, which she did. John walked around her once and took a closer look at her. Her expression had darkened further.

"You're not my first victim. Marcy Johnson, Mrs. Osbourne, Brianna Briant, the mother of my companion, just to name a few, and I think you'd make a good duo with Marcy. You two are really hot for your age..."

"What do you mean, duo and for our age!" Lisa interrupted him in a threatening voice.

"Let me put it this way, she's not doing it voluntarily like you. But my companion from earlier does. Brianna does it voluntarily, too. I had to help, but it wasn't that difficult. But with people like you and Marcy, I think it's appropriate to do it this way. Let me show you," John replied, making sure she got hornier with every flick. Then he started snapping his fingers. After the third or fourth flick, her breathing changed. It became a little more irregular and shallow, followed by a few deep breaths. The light was good and John could see her private parts starting to shimmer.

"Well, can you feel it yet?" he asked her spitefully as she slid her hands down to her crotch. He continued to flick. Lisa pursed her lips and felt caught out.

"Is that you? Do I have these feelings about the flicking?" she asked him, getting a nod from John in response, who stopped flicking. He grinned when he saw her holding back. He could see that she would have loved to shove her fingers into her pleasure hole.

"Don't **** yourself," he said with a grin and saw her clench her teeth. Her fingers must have taken on a life of their own and moved slowly. Another look of surprise flashed across her face.

"What? Why ... why can't I feel anything?" she stammered, earning another laugh from John. He had made sure she couldn't satisfy herself. Her body went numb when she tried to satisfy herself.

"Probably because you're already close to cumming. I took the liberty of making sure that you can satisfy yourself, but your sexual organs go numb as soon as you're about to come. You can see where this is going. The more often you want to satisfy yourself, the hornier you get, the hornier you get, the greater the urge ..." John teasingly explained what he had done until she cut him off again.

"That ... that can't be right!"

"Oh, that's where you're wrong. I can do it. But I'm getting hungry. I think you should cook us something. I hope you have an apron. Come on, let's go into the kitchen and see what you can whip up for us. I think Christina and Lara need a snack too!"

John then asked her where she had her apron, even if the question was superfluous, she also had it in the kitchen like most of the others. He asked her to go into the kitchen with him. As they walked along the corridor, they also passed Lara's room and heard Christina just saying in praise.

"Good girl!"

John fought the urge to take a peek inside and kept walking. Meanwhile, he texted Marcy and told her to come to him and bring as many toys as she could. That way he could have fun with two women at once, or four if he wanted to. He began to grin broadly.