Samantha couldn’t stop herself from blushing as she worked to rearrange and fill the dishwasher. She was sure that she could fit in a few more dishes before running it, but spatial awareness alone wasn’t enough to process the many concave surfaces.

It didn’t help that her mind was distracted with other things.

I can’t believe that I let one of Chloe’s friends hypnotize me!

No one was there to hear her pitiful whimper, but that only made it more pathetic. It was an unrestrained sound of just how helpless she felt, and with no one there she had no reason to try holding any of it in. She was trying to clean, to be responsible, but she couldn’t help allowing herself a moment to wallow in the embarrassment—and excitement—of what had happened to her in the foyer, and then living room of her own home.

How could she pull that off when Janice never could? Janice didn’t care as much about hypnosis, but if Mary did then she wouldn’t have needed to borrow that book…

Janice’s name in her mind stung, aching in deep places that made Samantha’s blush surge. I’m so glad that Janice won't be home tonight. I don’t think that I could face her! It’s not like she regularly asks “Samantha, did anyone try to hypnotize or seduce you today while I was at work?” but I wouldn’t even be able to deflect a joke about it. She’d be able to read everything on my face…!

Whimpering for her audience of only herself, Samantha finally managed to position the last plastic container just so before shoving the rack inside, dropping a detergent packet into the slot, and clicking the door shut. A moment later the quiet sound of it beginning its work filled the room.

She rested back against the counter, taking a moment to close her eyes and simply breathe. It wasn’t easy, and it didn’t clear her mind like she hoped it would, but it was at least helping her slow her heart.

Janice wasn’t going to be home, but Chloe was. Pulling herself together wasn’t just an option that sounded better than the alternative.

It was necessary.

Can’t have Chloe figure out that something’s going on, that anything happened…! She rose her hands to her face, firmly clapping her cheeks. Need to pull myself together! Need to be a good mom!

Unfortunately, her hands on her face reminded her of Mary’s. Mary’s hands on her face. Mary’s hands on her head. Mary’s hands pulling her head down.

Mary’s voice that only needed to whisper two words and she’d fall back into trance.

Samantha moaned, her thighs squeezing tight. Her fingers slowly stroked along her own cheeks as her breath quickened. “Nestle in… Ohh…” Samantha mewled, her eyes feeling hazy as her fingers stroked slowly along her own cheeks, and then down along her neck.

She wasn’t falling down into trance. Her voice wasn’t the one allowed to use those words to override her conscious mind. That privilege only belonged to Mary.

However, that didn’t keep her from feeling hazy. That lack of permission couldn’t stop her from feeling how easy it would be for her whole mind to slide right back into that deep, dark place of hypnotic surrender. Nothing short of a command from Mary was strong enough to override her longing to remember how it felt to be so thoughtless, so powerless, so completely lost.

Samantha’s breathing quickened. Her lips fell open, each breath quivering across loose lips.

She wouldn’t even need to be here… All she’d need to do is just call me… Samantha whimpered, her hands sliding lower to feel along the curves of her breasts. The dishwasher sounds grew louder, and the sound cut through her reverie with just enough surprise to make her squeeze at her chest as she sharply gasped. It wasn’t enough to bring her mind into focus. It wasn’t enough to derail her train of thought.

Her hands squeezed again, and Samantha quietly groaned.

I didn’t just let her hypnotize me… she… kissed me. She kissed me so… deep… The lonely housewife mewled, her hips moving to the quickening beat of her own heart as she kneaded more insistently, more longingly at her own breasts. Her lips felt so good… her tongue… mmm I don’t think any of how amazing that kiss felt was because of the trance.

At least not enough it wouldn’t still feel good even if I wasn’t… mmm… I need to stop this… This isn’t what I should be doing… A good mom wouldn’t be like this… a good wife would be able to make herself stop daydreaming about someone else, someone not even half her age!

Reaching for those powerful drives, those responsible parts of her mind, Samantha was able to force some semblance of focus into her eyes. She was even able to pull her hands away from her body. She glanced around the kitchen, looking for something else to attend to but found nothing.

Feeling betrayed, Samantha fled into the living room and glanced around just as desperately. There needs to be something I can do to keep myself from needing to—from being able to think about her. About Mary. About how she made me feel… about how I want her to make me feel again…

The sound of her own moan was enough to pull Samantha back into the moment. With a hard shake of her head she returned to scanning the room for something, anything, to keep her focused on something far less sensual and far more productive.

Her eyes landed on the bookshelf in the corner, the one that had earlier in the day boasted a notable empty space where her copy of Susie Blanche’s Deep Exploration of Hypnosis had been missing. Now it was back, and the entire shelf looked far neater, even, than she’d ever bothered to make it.

Mary put it back…!

She whined, a hand falling to her chest to squeeze over her heart. Going to the foyer to fetch it and return it to the shelf should have been a priority. She knew that. If Chloe saw it that would raise more questions, but she hadn’t been ready to face it quite yet.

Now, sitting silently on her bookshelf, Samantha couldn’t help but feel silently judged. Her young lover, the young woman who was driving her to cheat on her wife and put her whole calm life at risk, had taken the time to make her home a little bit more orderly before leaving her with an ache for more. It wasn’t something that Chloe would notice. Janice wouldn’t have even noticed it if she walked in the door that very moment.

It was more than the gesture of a woman taking advantage of Samantha’s momentary lapse of judgement.

What are you thinking right now…? Samantha whimpered, suddenly full of so many thoughts and impulses that reminded her of being a teenager just like Mary. Are you thinking about me? Are you thinking about how we kissed? Are you thinking of what you want to do next, or… or are you thinking of holding me again…?

She sighed, chewing anxiously at her lip as she stared at the book as if it could answer for Mary.

Do you really want to make me into your helplessly brainwashed pet…? Do you only want that, or do you… feel… more…

Samantha’s breath caught in her throat. It was one thing to imagine kissing her. That wasn’t even sex. She wasn’t sure how many people would consider a hypnotic trance cheating. Imagining Mary having feelings for her—and wanting that? There was no way that wasn’t some kind of cheating.

There was no way that the things she wanted Mary to do with her with the hypnotic control she was already building didn’t all count as cheating even if she could use the weak excuse of not being in control of her decisions.

She’d said “no” and tried to make Mary stop, but she didn’t need anyone to tell her that she hadn’t wanted her to.

Mary said she’d only do this for a very good girl…

Whimpering, Samantha quickly made her way for her bedroom and closed the door behind her. She’d lost all sense of time, and one of the few, sane feeling things that she knew for sure was that there was no way she could face Chloe like this.

There was no way that she could face Chloe with her heart and her libido both feeling so messy.

She said she was going to do it—fulfill my fantasies. Make me weak for her. Brainwash me. Slowly. Samantha panted, her eyes half closed as she leaned back against the door and squeezed her thighs together. Her hand still clutched the knob, squeezing it tight for some connection to reality that felt solid and real. Janice never said that. Janice never even really put much effort into hypnotizing me… never would want a fantasy like that… she’s always been so… so… vanilla…

She only even read parts of the book to humor her strange, fucked-up wife…!

Her thoughts were self-deprecating, but they didn’t really sting. They didn’t really achieve the goal she wanted—shoving herself away from the ideas of indulging them, of how much she wanted them and how good it was going to feel. Shame just provided a spice to her arousal that made her thighs tingle and her breath shake.

Mary hadn’t judged her.

Mary hadn’t hesitated.

Mary asked what she wanted and only taking long enough to figure out how to do what Samantha asked, she’d done it all without having any obligation to the tranced out housewife.

She thinks I’m pretty… She said that, and I think I can believe it…? Samantha whimpered, her thighs rubbing together. The effort she used to keep herself pressed back against the door, as though the weight of her body could somehow keep the rest of the world from seeing her like this, was all that kept her from collapsing onto her bed like a horny teenager. If she didn’t care about me, if she just wanted to use how hypnotized I was, how completely at her mercy that I was… she would have just done that… right…?

Right…?

No one responded, and there was no place inside of her own mind for Samantha to hide from herself or the feelings that burned hotter and brighter inside of her. It had just been one encounter, but it was an encounter that promised so many more. Even if Mary never showed up again in the middle of the day, she was Chloe’s best friend. She would show up with her after school to study. Chloe would mention her. She would keep existing in Samantha’s life.

Or she’s just… smart about making it so I’ll let her do it again, so I’ll let her try more, so I won’t try to put up as much of a fight next time…

The thoughts were half-hearted, but there was something soothing to them. If Mary wasn’t genuine and it was just a bit of taboo fun then the stakes weren’t as high.

It didn’t make any of what they’d done any better…

But it made thinking about what they might do sound so much less terrifying.

Samantha slowly pulled up her skirt until her hand could reach underneath, and then let the long garment fall loosely over her arm. You’re just another unsatisfied housewife wanting something more while her partner is away on a business trip. What does it matter if you’re a little… mnnn… kinkier, or if the woman you’re cheating with is so much younger than you…?

You’re not that different… not that special… just another lonely woman misbehaving…!

Gasping, Samantha shook as her fingers slowly stroked along the crotch of her panties. There was already a stain from earlier, one that had started to form the first time that Mary’s hands had pulled down on her head. It was already growing so much darker as Samantha’s fingers moved quicker and quicker.

Mary’s lips against her ear, whispering those two words.

Mary watching her bent over the dishwasher and grasping at her ass from behind, telling her how good she looked while casually hypnotizing her.

Mary pinning her down to the bed she shared with Janice, their bodies grinding together as both of them moaned louder and louder and Mary’s deep, dark blue eyes stared intensely into her own brown pair.

So many flashes of fantasies filled her mind. She tried to only rub herself to the thoughts that were closer to something vanilla, something more innocent, but just to the side there were always darker thoughts.

It was impossible for Samantha to know how Mary might want to change her. What would she want her to wear? What would she want her to do? She’s less experienced than you are, Samantha…! Sex is still… if she’s ever… it’s still special just for being sex. It’s all new… There’s no way that she has the same sorts of twisted, fucked up fantasies that you do, but… but if she did…!

She imagined wearing a collar as she dusted and tidied the home she shared with Janice and Chloe, neither of them knowing she kept it hidden away until both of them were gone.

She imagined coming out of a trance with leather bonds holding her legs apart with the help of a solid black spreader bar, a blindfold across her eyes, and a pair of strong wrist cuffs trapping her arms down against her bed. Janice would never know the kinky fun she’d had on their bed while she was away.

The fantasy that sent her down onto her knees was imagining Mary sending her a text to be waiting for her, kneeling in the foyer wearing only lingerie. It wouldn’t matter if the neighbors might catch a glimpse if she was deeply brainwashed enough. She’d be compelled to obey, and when Mary would arrive with one of her smug smirks or playful grins Samantha would be ready for however Mary wanted to use her.

I wouldn’t even have a choice!

Samantha moaned as she fell forward, nuzzling into the carpet as orgasmic tremors shook through her body. Her thighs squeezed tight around her hand. Her fingers turned so slick as the stain in her panties soaked through.

Lost in a post orgasmic haze, Samantha wasn’t aware of the sound of the front door opening, or Chloe stepping inside. “Mom! I’m home!”

Samantha’s eyes widened.

Chloe.

Chloe’s home.

Chloe’s home now!

Whimpering, Samantha scrambled into the master bathroom, washing herself up as best as she could. To cover for herself, she flushed the toilet for some sound to cover for the time it took her to change out of her sodden panties.

She could only hope that would be enough.