I’m not going to rush back to see Samantha again—no matter how much I want to. Mary stared at herself in the mirror. It wasn’t long before she’d be rushing out the door to get to school, but a moment alone with the bathroom mirror felt important. Taking a day apart? You need that to figure out for sure what you’re going to do next!

It’s not as if you’ve ever done anything like this before. Mary smirked at her reflection with a roll of her eyes. Slowly brainwash a woman into your pet? You need to think this through!

Thinking of Samantha, in spite of the stoic seriousness that Mary was trying to keep towards the topic, made a silly smile spread across the young woman’s lips. She could have been thinking of Samantha’s breasts under her sweater, or the hot sounds she made while they were kissing, but for that moment Mary’s thoughts were in a very different direction.

The brown of Samantha’s eyes.

The way she looked smiling.

The many interactions over the past seven years where Samantha had been kind and warm to her daughter’s friend without any more intent than that.

“Still… I can hardly believe this…”

Then her mind turned to lewd thoughts. She could still so easily remember the kiss, and the perfect taste of the older woman’s mouth. She could still remember how it felt to push Samantha down into the couch and feel not just like she was in control of the situation, but in control of Samantha. Maybe she was a rookie hypnotist and if she’d pushed things too far her subject could have fought back, but it hadn’t felt like that—not to Mary.

Her eyes hooded and she sucked in a sharp gasp of air.

“Didn’t think anything like this would ever happen, but now that it has…”

Mary kissed two of her fingers, tapping at her reflected lips before she bounced out of the bathroom and grabbed up her bag. School days meant that there was only so much variation—the largest being that she wasn’t going to be heading home halfway through the day.

“I’m going to make sure I don’t waste this opportunity!” She twirled, nearly pulled down by the weight of her bag. If her hand hadn’t caught the back of an aging sofa she would have at least lightly tumbled. After steadying herself, Mary’s grin returned in full force. “Let’s make sure that I—and Samantha have the time of our lives!”

There was no one else there in her apartment to raise an eyebrow or acknowledge her, and soon Mary was locking the door on her way out.

So caught up in her thoughts, in her whimsical daydreams about her older lover, Mary nearly walked into a utility pole. A little while later, lost in her thoughts of how it felt to keep Samantha’s head down and send her back into trance, she lost track of the walk signal. She’d been meaning to wait to step out into the street, and only didn’t walk right into the middle when a loud horn brought her back to reality.

Nothing actually came of either incident, or the many times she narrowly avoided tripping at something out of her view or awareness. Mary was floating on cloud nine and it was going to take more than a close call to pull her out of it.

She had to put her combination into her locker at least three times to get it open from finding herself distracted on one number or another. Muscle memory wasn’t enough on its own to help Mary get through the day without at least a little focus. At least no one around her seemed to notice or care. Her fellow students all had better things to do than worry about Mary lost in a daydream.

“Heeey bestie!”

When Mary turned away from her locker to head off to class she came face-to-face with Chloe. She grinned, and pulled her best friend into a tight hug. “Heeeey Chloe! Great morning, huh?”

Chloe laughed, shaking her head as she stepped back and narrowly dodged slamming into a passing student. “Just another morning—but it’s always better when I get to see you!”

“You see me every morning at school.”

“Exactly!”

Both of them laughed, but Mary found herself noticing things she hadn’t before. Chloe’s eyes weren’t brown like her mother’s—instead a light blue. Her hair? She wore it shorter than Samantha did, tied back with cute bangs falling over her forehead, but it was the same exact wavy brown as Samantha’s. She had the same pale skin tone. She wasn’t quite as curvy as her mother, but instead of sweaters and long skirts Chloe tended towards tighter tops and shorts even in relatively cold weather.

Smirking, Mary gave Chloe’s nose a gentle poke. “You’re silly. We don’t have first period together, but I’ll catch you between classes, right? Say hi to Hellen for me!”

“You got it!” Chloe walked backwards away from Mary, shooting her bestie a dramatic pair of finger guns. “Say hey to Willow! Jennie says you should come watch us at volleyball practice after school so the whole group can get together!”

Mary thought about it for a moment as she watched her best friend nearly walk backwards into at least three different people. “I don’t have any plans. So. Maybe! We’ll see!”

“Don’t see!” Chloe pouted, only for her expression to turn much more serious than it should have been the very next moment. Her eyes were set. Her lips were pursed. She kept her eyes locked with Mary’s in the most intense way. “Do! We’ll see you there!”

“I said we’ll see, so we’ll see.” Mary smirked. “Also? Watch where you’re going!”

“Where I’m—” Chloe turned around, nearly ramming into another student in the process. “Sh—oot!”

Mary walked off to class, laughing at a teacher standing outside their class reprimanding her best friend for nearly screaming obscenities. Chloe was a very good friend, and Mary was very happy they were close for more reasons than the chance it gave her with Samantha.

She didn’t catch the way that Chloe turned back around to watch Mary go as she stepped around a corner and out of sight.

The school day went agonizingly slow. Every analogue clock moved backwards more than should have been possible. Every teacher seemed to be speaking slower than usual. Nothing was really capable of properly holding Mary’s attention—not more than her thoughts of Samantha.

So it wasn’t very surprising when she didn’t show up to Chloe’s volleyball practice.

Instead she was standing outside of Samantha’s door, her hand hovering in front of the doorbell.

I told myself that I was going to wait a day before even thinking of stopping by… Mary smirked at her own inner monologue. Her finger circled the doorbell. So why am I here? I know Chloe is going to be busy for a few hours. We won’t get caught.

Oh well!

BIN-BON!

A muffled sound of alarm was audible from inside of the house. Mary’s smirk deepened. She briefly allowed herself a silly, warm smile. Samantha is way too easy to startle. It’s part of what makes her so cute. With a body like hers she’d always be sexy, but it’s how she acts that makes her cute.

Mary patiently waited for Samantha to get to the door. Considering she’d arrived with no plan, no real idea for what she was going to do next outside of the most abstract or obvious of thoughts, it wasn’t exactly unwelcome to have a moment or two to figure out what she was going to do when the door opened. There was a chance that Samantha would just tell her to go away, but that didn’t seem very realistic to expect.

She could remember how warm Samantha’s body felt against her own.

She couldn’t have forgotten it if she tried.

When the door opened, Mary didn’t even wait to see what Samantha was wearing or hear what she was going to say. Her lips parted, but Mary’s voice came out first. It had been easy to decide on a course of action when it was time to act.

“Nestle in.”

“N-n-nestle… i-innn…” Samantha’s eyes briefly opened wider only to flutter shut as she slumped.

Mary spoke softly but firmly as she stepped in, and guided Samantha back from the doorway. “Good girl.” Samantha whimpered, but didn’t respond with words. Her whole body quivered, thighs clenching under her long black skirt, her nipples already so stiff hidden away underneath another thick sweater—this one a gorgeous shade of dark gray. “You did exactly like you were supposed to do… That’s a very good girl.”

Samantha whined again, a sharper, more helpless sound as her hips jerked towards Mary.

Without looking back, Mary reached behind herself, and pushed the door shut. She felt up from the knob and threw the deadbolt. They were alone, and Mary needed to be sure that no one could interrupt this moment.

It was too important to leave anything to chance.

“You nestled in…” Mary’s voice was a sweet, sensuous whisper as she reached to take the book from Samantha’s hand, setting it down on a nearby table with a small wooden tray holding a set of keys. “You sank down for me…” Mary’s hands grasped Samantha’s hips, thumbs slowly rubbing as she finally allowed herself to drink in the older woman’s body. There weren’t going to be any interruptions, and with two words, Samantha was hers. “You let yourself fall back into trance… exactly like you were supposed to do…

“I know you haven’t been able to stop thinking about this… about me…” Mary’s hands slowly moved up along Samantha’s body, pressing flush with her curves without lingering too much in any one place. Once her hands reached Samantha’s shoulders they moved to just below her neck, and moved down the center of her chest. “You’ve been waiting for me to come back so I can whisper more words into your mind, haven’t you…?”

Samantha whimpered, too hazy, too wrapped up in Mary’s trance to do much more than arch her body into Mary’s wandering hands. The heat rising up inside of her melted down at the objections that were already being forgotten.

Janice wasn’t going to be home that night.

Samantha knew as well as Mary that Chloe was busy at volleyball practice.

There was no reason—none that mattered—for Samantha to not surrender to her hypnotist’s control. There was nothing that could give Samantha the force of will to resist when she so badly wanted to obey, to be controlled by the beautiful younger woman who couldn’t stop feeling over her breasts.

It was as  flattering as it was arousing.

“Y-yesss… M-Maryyyy… b-been… waiting… more words… into my… my… mind…” Samantha’s voice was breathy, each sound needing to be forced into shape. It was so much easier to moan than it was to speak, but her hypnotist wanted an answer.

Samantha wasn’t thinking, not really, but lingering ideas drifted sweetly through her mind. I… want to be a good girl…!

“That’s just what I wanted to hear…” Mary purred, indulging a much tighter squeeze. Samantha cried out, practically collapsing into Mary as the pleasure pulsed through her body. “That too…! You’re being such a good girl… You deserve a reward for being just so good.”

“R-rewarr—mmmmph!”

Before Samantha could sloppily get out a single word, Mary’s lips were mashing into hers in another hard, passionate kiss. Just as quickly their lips were parting, and Mary’s tongue was dancing over Samantha’s, as fiercely exerting her control over Samantha’s mouth as she had over Samantha’s mind.

Brown eyes rolled back in Samantha’s head as she groaned, lips caught, her chest arching harder with every possessive squeeze of her breasts. The kiss, the pleasure, Mary’s dominant, confident presence all filled Samantha’s head with a warm, thick fog.

For Samantha, there was nothing outside of the kiss and Mary’s hands on her breasts.

When the kiss ended, Samantha felt like a marionette with her strings cut. She only stayed standing because Mary was there to catch her when she fell forward. Wet lips found her neck, kissing, teeth biting, nails digging into her sweater to wrench another sharp, pitiful cry from Samantha’s lips.

“I know you want me to take my time… to make this slow… to make you my helpless, brainwashed pet… but there’s no way that I could manage that if I didn’t let myself have a little bit of fun…” Mary breathed slow, hot air into Samantha’s ear. Samantha moaned, her lips trembling. “But you don’t mind. You’re being objectified. You’re so weak for that, aren’t you? Weak for being wanted, weak for being used… that’s what hypnosis is for you, isn’t it?

“A way to make it easier for me to kiss you whenever I want… a way for me to make it easier to touch you…” Mary’s fingers released Samantha’s breasts, nails trailing their way down to the hem of her sweater. “Whenever I want…” Samantha sucked in a sharp hiss of a breath as nails slowly moved up over her bare stomach as Mary’s hands moved underneath the warm, gray garment. “Wherever I want… isn’t that right, Samantha? Isn’t that what you want, for me to brainwash you so it’s easier for you to just let go and let me use you…?”

“Y-yessss…!” There was no hesitation, only a brief stutter from the sheer intensity of the cry as it escaped Samantha’s lips. “W-want to let go! Want you to use me! Want to feel… wanted… used… good… want to be… a good girl…”

Mary groaned, biting hard at the base of Samantha’s neck. Her nails dug into Samantha’s sides, pulling the older woman as tight against her as she could. As intense as the touch felt, Samantha was too deep in her surrender, feeling Mary’s teeth biting into her mind, to do anything but suck in sharp gasp after sharp gasp.

When Mary’s teeth finally pulled back, Samantha slumped more heavily against her younger lover. “You are a good girl… a very good girl for me…” Mary groaned, her nails finally tracing over Samantha’s bra. “You’re a very good girl, and we might not have as much time today as we had yesterday… but that’s still plenty of time to start programming you into my brainwashed plaything.

“Doesn’t that sound so good?”

Samantha whined, her response half a mewl, half words. “Sounds… so… good… p-pleeeease… brainwash… me…!”

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head about it, Samantha…” Mary grinned as she shifted her hands to hold Samantha against her as she slowly moved forward. Samantha’s feet remembered how to work—at least enough to follow Mary’s lead. “That’s exactly what’s going to happen and you won’t even have a choice. All you’ll need to do is be the good girl that we both know you can be… that you want to be.”

With a hard shove, Samantha was back on the couch.

The next moment, Mary was once again straddling her lap with her backpack settled down on the floor.

“You’re going to be more mine, and you’re going to love every moment of it.”