Chapter 20: Cleanliness is Next to Obedience

Claire wore a bright, beaming smile as she slowly and tenderly stroked Mae’s hair. “Careful, now… lift up your legs a little higher on the next couple of steps… Wouldn’t want you to trip and fall…” In front of Mae was the shower, water already warm. Their clothes formed a path from the couch to the bathroom, scattered with little concern. “It’ll feel nice to get clean, won’t it…?”

“Clean… N-nice…” Mae moaned, her eyes fluttering. Her brown eyes couldn’t quite seem to fall all the way shut or open very far. Instead, her eyes fell to a default of lowly hooded, making her seem almost asleep. The effect was made stronger by the slur of her voice. “Yessss…”

“Good mommy…” Claire purred as Mae clenched and shuddered. Water beat down against her body, finding every slight curve and contour and trailing it with droplets. Claire helped them make their paths thoroughly slick by stroking her fingers along their paths, fanning her fingers in and out to stroke over more of her mother’s quivering flesh. “That’s right… how does it feel, when I call you mommy?”

Mae whined, sucking in a sharp breath as she strained in her muddled state to both arch forward into Claire’s touch as it neared her tattoo and to grind back against Claire’s warm body behind her. Her lips trembled, struggling to give shape to the words but unable to resist the need to respond.

Even if Claire’s fingers were no longer deep inside of Mae, threads of lust, pleasure, control, and volition were still wrapped around them. Whenever Claire’s fingers moved, spread out, drew together, vibrations traveled along the threads.

They were invisible, but Mae felt each small little vibration between her eyes and between her legs.

“Sooooo… gooooood…!” Mae practically screamed the words. The effort it took to get out any words at all allowed nothing less. “L-love it…! Makes me… feel… weak… reminds me… of my… place…”

Claire’s eyes fluttered, and she rubbed her hard nipples against Mae’s back. “And what is that place, Mae…?”

This time Mae’s body remembered how to work so much more quickly. “Under… youuuu…! It feels… right… to be… under… you…!” Mae screamed again as Claire’s fingers twined the threads around her nipple, twisting and tugging until Mae’s entire body felt bound up too tight. When she released, Mae groaned and nearly toppled to the floor of the tub. “Under… my daughter… Claire… M-mistress…”

“That’s right…!” Claire groaned, biting at her mother’s back as her nails pinched Mae’s nipple and twisted to earn more of her breathless gasps. Her hips could barely stay still for even a moment, constantly in motion against Mae just as her fingers needed to be twisting or pinching or freely roaming her mother’s slick curves. “You’re mine, now…”

“Y-you-youurrsssss…!” Mae hissed out her response as Claire’s fingers found her clit again, circling the tip as they throbbed with a power that Mae knew all too well. Each loop drew the threads inside of her tighter around Claire’s fingers, keeping them taut around her knuckle.

Something about this… Claire moaned as she kissed at the indent left by her teeth in Mae’s back. It’s not… better than using Sophie-mommy, but it… It’s different! It’s a thrill, it’s a rush… Leashing a predator… making her mine… She slowed her fingers between Mae’s legs, and shuddered as Mae let out a breathless cry. I wasn’t even… trying… I could just… feel… feel her… she told me to do this, but she didn’t have any idea that I would be such a natural at it… and she’s been teaching me so much, so many other little tricks…

This is the kind of thing a girl usually needs to get as a birthday present!

Giggling to herself, Claire kissed down along the vertebrae of her mother’s back, occasionally sucking, licking, or biting as her mouth desired. There was no need to be quick, or to focus too much on exactly what Mae might want. Something as simple as a kiss to the tip of her nose would be enough to make Mae cum if that was what Claire wanted.

At the moment, she wasn’t in any such rush. She was drifting slowly from moment to moment, luxuriating in every sound, texture, and taste offered by her obedient mother’s body. Making Mae, or even herself, cum felt like a task for another time.

Besides, they were in the shower to get clean.

Ostensibly.

Eventually.

“What was that trick you taught me…” Claire sighed, not so much asking as speaking aloud as she tried to remember. Her fingers trailed away from between her mother’s legs, moving up in slow, wispy spiral motions until they reached her navel. Her other hand stroked at Mae’s hip, grasping, squeezing. “Mm you’ve taught me so much today…! I can barely believe that I only just found out I could do this today. I’d wonder if I’ve been doing any of it without realizing, but I feel like if I was then I’d be much more successful…”

“S-Sapphistry comes in… many forms…” Mae’s voice was still drunken and slow, compelled to share what she knew with her daughter in an attempt to do her best to sate Claire’s curiosity. “C-could have been using… others… or just… never used it at the right times… right ways…

“Y-you’re… so good at it…”

Claire flushed, rubbing both of her cheeks into her mother’s back. “Thanks, Mae-mo-… I mean mommy…” Mae moaned, shaking back against Claire.

Claire grinned.

Want to reinforce this as much as I can… I can’t keep Mae like this all of the time, but according to her, if I make it so this is how she wants to be, if I Weave enough pleasure through all of the parts of her that love being like this for me… Claire shuddered, kissing at Mae’s back as she quietly whined. Oh no. Here comes the pang of guilt again…

Time to reinforce me a little…

“Tell me what you want to encourage me to do, most of all, mommy…” Claire leaned up on the balls of her feet, kissing at Mae’s neck and whispering against the sensitive skin. “Tell me how you want me to behave… what you think is best for me…”

“W-want…” Mae moaned, shaking like a leaf in the wind. “T-t-take...!”

Claire sighed in relief.

Don’t forget… She’s the one who encouraged this…! Maybe she didn’t imagine this, but… maybe she did…? Nails grasped at Mae’s hip, and she let out a sharp cry. Mae said that I wouldn’t be happy as a submissive, that I’d struggle, rebel… I don’t get that feeling from Mae at all… Fingers slowly stroked over the flower tattoo just above Mae’s mons. Maybe she just didn’t like working for the Weavers… but she’s fine working for me…

This is making me way too wet!

As damp as her mother was, drenched by the shower, Claire was just as damp while being too short for most of the water to reach her at all with Mae serving as a shield. Even though she’d spent so long reveling in her new power, experimenting, her arousal was as strong as ever.

It was still all too new, and too thrilling, for Claire to be easily satisfied. She kept wanting more, and more, and more.

The spikes of concern about the ethics, about just what she was doing and how far she should go, kept coming back. Thankfully Mae provided the perfect salve each and every time, and was even happy to do it.

Maybe eventually I won’t need her to say those things, but in the meantime… Claire sighed, both of her hands moving to lift her mother’s breasts. I’m going to enjoy that my mommy is happy to soothe me, to make me feel better… I’m not even sure that I really need anyone else if I have Mae and Sophie… They’re already both so… so…

Perfect!

Sighing, Claire kissed and sucked trails along her mother’s back. Mae moaned for each new press of her daughter’s mouth, shuddering and arching into the water. She was more cognizant than a mere automaton, but she was also completely at her daughter’s mercy. There was no struggle in any of her actions. There was only pleasure, eagerness, and a soft erotic euphoria wrapping her up tighter and tighter.

“I really should help you get clean… and hopefully with a little time before Sophia is going to be home…” Claire sighed, her eyes fluttering. “Maybe we won’t make tonight another date night, maybe we will… but I at the very least want to help make sure you aren’t… completely out of your mind when she arrives…

“But I also want to bathe you while you’re mindless, so I’m not done yet…”

Mae groaned, her eyes fluttering only to end up in the same hooded, hazy position as before. “B-bathe… mindless… Y-yesss…”

“Oh gosh you’re so fucking hot, mommy… I didn’t think brainwashing you would be so—” Claire’s eyes drifted across the various toiletries in the shower, and her eyes hooded low. Her hands gave Mae’s breasts a final squeeze, and then slowly pulled away. “Get down on your knees. Tell me if it hurts, or feels at all uncomfortable at any time. I don’t want to need to rise you up out of things if I don’t need to, so… Pay careful attention to that for me. Alright, mommy? Can you do that…?”

“Y-yesss… M-mistressss…” Mae carefully lowered herself down to her knees, the water that was running along her body now falling both onto Mae, and Claire. “I can… do that… for my owner…”

Claire groaned, both of her hands burying their fingers deep into Mae’s hair. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and her knees shook.

“Oh fuck…”

Mae, a woman that Claire knew could shatter a woman’s mind with a single touch, was now on her knees. She could feel the threads of Mae’s mind wrapped around her fingers, even now gathering more of them from her mother’s vulnerable scalp. Her nails clawed and stroked, tracing nonsense patterns that instinctively also gathered up more of Mae’s threads.

After she finally regained her balance, Claire reached out for the bottle of shampoo and poured a healthy dollop into her palm. She held it up to the warm water, careful to not allow it to spill over her hand. Once it was warm, Claire turned her hand upside down, and carefully worked the tingling, viscous liquid through Mae’s hair.

“I’m sure that I could grasp the right threads, pull them taut, twist them up, and this would just be your truth without me even needing to say anything…!” Claire sighed, rubbing a little harder. Mae groaned, and Claire quivered. “But I like borrowing from hypnotists. Not because hypnosis itself is especially great… but because I want to tell you what’s going to happen to you, and you’re going to make it happen. You’re going to make it…” Claire moved her pinky just so, feeling it catch on a particularly tight thread. Mae howled. “True.

“You can do that for me…” Claire sighed, carefully trailing threads over and under each other, tying knots around her fingers and generally making Mae a shuddering, arching, helpless mess. Mae’s thighs couldn’t stop clenching, and her eyes finally opened incredibly wide, twitching as her mouth fell open and twisted helplessly. “Can’t you, mommy?”

“Yeeeeesssss…!” Mae groaned. Her body was so taut, and so much lust slid its way sticky and hot down along her thighs. “Wh-whatever you say… happens to me… truth… yes… yes…!”

Claire groaned, her eyes rolling back into her head again as she rubbed the shampoo in that much harder against Mae’s head. “Then… Mmm I want you to feel getting clean… feel the shampoo, the way it’s making your scalp feel sexy and warm… I want you to feel that… scrubbing away at things inside of you that wouldn’t enjoy this… that wouldn’t want this…

“I want it so each moment I’m cleaning your hair… your head… your scalp… I’m literally washing your brain into deeper obedience…!” A maddened grin spread across Claire’s lips. “Fuck… this is such a rush…!”

All that Mae could do was groan, her eyes twitching until they fell shut, drool teasing at the corner of her lip as her pussy burned between her legs. Claire’s nails gathered up so many of Mae’s threads, and with all of them rubbing together, bound together, Claire’s words were so much stronger than what any mere hypnotist could ever hope to achieve. They were Mae’s truths, and she could feel Claire’s fingers in the wrinkles of her brain.

Disobedience.

Resistance.

These things, and others like them, were made loose to float and drift away with the slick soap working through her hair. Her dominance, her ability to seduce and charm, and even her playful wit. All of those were tools that could be harnessed for Claire.

It was simply important that nothing exist inside of Mae that could possibly obstruct her obedience, and the pure lesbian desire coursing through Mae’s threads made that the truth.

“You sound like you’re going to cum just from me washing your hair… Mm… are all of the things that would make you a bad girl all washed up, mommy…?” Claire shivered as the simple title made Mae clench and groan before she wordlessly nodded. “Then here… let’s wash it all way… Nnn… Wish I was… a little… taller… sometimes…! Here… And now… we can make it so you don’t need to worry about those things anymore…!”

Tugging the showerhead out of its hold, Claire grinned as she lowered it down to focus directly on the top of Mae’s head. Mae groaned, her legs spreading wider and wider as her arms hung so limp at her sides.

In a matter of moments, the last of the shampoo dripped away, and Mae let out a contented mewl. Claire bent and leaned down, kissing the top of her mother’s head.

Claire carefully replaced the showerhead, and smiled down at Mae, kneeling so helplessly. She couldn’t think of a single more erotic sight that she’d ever seen. She could think of others that were as erotic in their own ways, but nothing more.

“Good mommy…”

Claire whispered the words as gently as she could against the top of her scalp. Mae moaned, shaking as though Claire’s lips were carrying a strong electrical current. So many invisible threads bound themselves to her lips, tugging at deep nerves that ached for stimulation.

“But wait… why stop there…!” Claire grinned manically again as she grabbed up another plastic bottle. “We’ve washed your brain… but now… put a hand between your legs, mommy…?” Mae complied, moaning as her fingers idly stroked along her own slit. “We’re going to condition you. Each little drop of this, every feeling of me working it into your head, into your hair, as you touch yourself for me, as you moan for me…?

“It’s all going to make you owned by me… it’s going to make it so when I call you my little maeslave and tell you to remember your purpose…?” Claire purred. “You’ll tell me your purpose is to obey your owner, and nearly cum on the spot from how good it feels… Understood, mommy?”

The pleasure was so strong, her euphoric, blissful surrender so strong that Mae could barely even breathe. Claire’s fingers worked through her hair, rubbed into her scalp, spread the soothing warm bliss of the conditioner through her and Mae felt it sink into her brain. She felt those words echoing again, and again, and again, making her more and more vulnerable with each repetition.

Her new purpose was so loud in her mind that if it were possible the words obey my owner could be, they would be projected bright from her eyes so that anyone could read.

“You are such a hot slave, mommy… and I think this is going to help fix my jealousy problems…” Claire sighed in relief as she again stretched up to grabbed at the showerhead. “It’s going to be… Nnn… A lot… Nnn… Harder to be jealous of you and Sophie if you both belong to me… and it’ll be easier to make things exactly the way that I want them… don’t you agree…?”

“Y-yessss Mistress…!” Mae groaned, bucking into her own hand as her fingers moved quicker and quicker across her sensitive, needy pussy. “A-always agree… m-must agree… must obey… b-brainwashed… c-conditioned… Ye-ye-yessssss…!”

Claire groaned, holding the showerhead so it pointed at the wall. “And when you feel the water this time… washing away the conditioner… it’s not going to take away the conditioning. It’s just going to let you gush with all of the pleasure you’ve felt from being controlled… it’s going to make you cum until the water stops cleaning it all right out of your hair…”

With a serene smile on her face, Claire turned the showerhead on her mother’s hair.

The screams that surged from Mae’s lips echoed off of the bathroom walls, and made Claire’s thighs clench.

I’ve never heard anyone, not even Sophie-mommy, sound so… hot… so… weak… so… fucked… Claire mewled, moving the water carefully through her mother’s hair, not wanting to miss a single sud. Mae is really mine now… as much as Sophia was ever hers… as much as anyone ever belonged to anyone…

I don’t think I’ve ever felt this powerful, or this good in my life…!

Mae couldn’t stop shaking, meaningless sounds of pleasure dribbling past her lips as she clenched and writhed and yielded herself to Claire’s conditioning and the pleasure flowing nonstop from between her thighs.

“Okay, that sounds like it’s going to start hurting you if I don’t stop, soon…” Claire sighed, aiming the water instead at her mother’s tits. “You can let that effect wane… because the next thing you’re going to do is wash and shampoo my hair—only you’re going to feel everything you do happening to your brain instead… doesn’t that sound like such a good way for us to bond… you cleaning my hair, me cleaning yours…?”

“Y-yesss Mistressss Claireeee…!”

Claire whimpered, her eyes hazy and fuzzy with desire as she quietly giggled. “Good… good mommy… after that… soap, and then… then…” She sighed. “Then maybe we’ll finally dry off, get dressed… and maybe by then sophiemommy will be almost home… and we can see how well you behave when I let you think—but not yet!”

Mae mindlessly nodded, still helplessly trapped on her knees as Claire stood high above. She would stay there for as long as Claire wanted, the threads of her mind and soul still bound around her daughter’s fingers.

“Y-yess… Claire…bear…”

Claire sighed, smiling so brightly. “I’m glad I made it so you can still call me that sometimes even when your mind is this… melted… I do really love that nickname… but come on, up, up… I don’t need to kneel for you to clean my hair, and for some reason that just feels… silly and wrong. Get to work, mommy…”

“S-silly… wrong…”

Mae groaned as she squirted the shampoo into her own hands. Her eyes crossed as she rubbed the shampoo into Claire’s head and felt all of the little parts of her that would want to resist her daughter loosening, tingling, swept away in the shampoo.