Samantha

Chapter 11 - A Day Off

by TempleSiren_NULL

Tags: #cw:noncon #D/s #dom:male #f/m #pov:bottom #solo #sub:female #adultery #betrayal #cheating #erotic_hypnosis #pendulum #self_hypnosis

Samantha hit the snooze button on her alarm for what felt like the hundredth time this morning. Brainwashed sex-slave or not, night after night of coming home late from Julian’s had taken its toll.

Five minutes later, the alarm rang again. The sound wedged itself into her mind; a mental intrusion she couldn’t resist.

And not in a fun way… she thought to herself.

Samantha finally sat up, bleary-eyed with disheveled hair stuck all out of place. She hadn’t even bothered to blow-dry it before going to bed last night. It was still damp from her post-Julian shower.

I can’t go back to Julian looking like this…

She pulled back the blanket and began mentally going through the checklist of things she needed to do before making her daily pilgrimage to Julian’s brainwashing chamber.

She blinked a couple of times and noticed how easy it was to open her eyes. This was strange. She felt so rested. Had she slept in? Didn’t she need to get up to go obey Julian? She tried to remember the last command he’d given her.

Stay home tomorrow, Samantha… You deserve some rest…

Samantha glanced at the clock. It was 10:20 AM. She couldn’t remember the last time she slept past eight. Had Julian really decided to give her a day off?

“Mantra Nine: I trust my Master to know what I need,” her voice assured her automatically.

Julian had given her the day off, and she would obey. Still in her nightgown, she walked past the dusty ring on the vanity, through the kitchen, past the sink of unwashed dishes, and sat down in her unvacuumed living room.

Samantha turned on the TV and let herself enjoy a day off. The FX logo glowed in the corner, and she saw Robert Downey Jr. giving some science lecture to a crowd at MIT.

Oh, a Marvel movie. Haven’t watched these since Liv was a kid.

Samantha leaned back on the couch and let herself enjoy the movie. The chores could wait another day.

* * *

Liv yawned and wiped the sand out of her eyes as she tried to reread the same line in her romance novel for the third time. She looked at the analog clock in the corner of the lunchroom: 12:45 PM. She was halfway through the school day, and so far, it had gone better than she expected.

She’d spent the night at her friend Amanda’s house. Madeline had suggested spending a day away from home.

”Listen, one of two things can happen when you get back. Either your mom keeps her promise and everything’s okay, or your mom breaks her promise. Either way, you have no control over the situation, Liv. Take some time for yourself, hang out with a friend, and enjoy being in high school just a little longer. You can deal with everything else tomorrow.”

Liv honestly wasn’t sure it was the best advice, but it was nice to have a reason to stay away. Amanda needed help with Biology anyway, and a late-night study session easily turned into an all-nighter. Dad was a little disappointed he hadn’t seen her at all that day, but he understood.

And as for Mom…

Well, Liv had texted Dad and not Mom, so she didn’t have to worry about Mom.

She’d honestly rather not think about Mom at all.

“Oh my god! Of course!” Liv closed her book and looked towards the boy’s voice ringing out from the other side of the cafeteria.

Leina, a pretty girl from Liv’s Physics class, was holding a giant flag that had “PROM?” embroidered in it. Alan, the nerdy shy boy in her class who always tutored Leina, was covering his mouth with his hands. His eyes were wide open with the sheer shock that this was happening to him.

Liv watched Leina toss the flag aside and run in to hug Alan who squeezed her back with equal enthusiasm. She smiled along with the new couple. It was cute how happy they looked together.

Kind of like how Mom and Dad used to be.

Liv closed her eyes. She wasn’t going to let herself think about that today. She pushed the memory away and tried to find another to replace it.

Jason’s face appeared in her mind.

The two had been spending more and more time together lately. Liv wasn’t really sure they’d consider each other “friends”, but they were talking a lot…

And texting a lot…

And their Snapchat streak was getting pretty long…

Liv would never have the guts to ask a boy to prom like Leina did…

But it was fun to imagine him asking her.

She let herself imagine him leaning in really close, as if to tell her a secret. Liv would smile and let him in, tucking her hair behind her ear so she could hear him clearly; secretly enjoying the feeling of his breath along her neck.

He’d whisper the promposal in her ear.

After she giggled and agreed, he might even give her a timid kiss, right below her ear on the nape of her neck. Of course she’d want to grab him by the cheeks and really kiss him, but Jason would’ve used all his courage just asking her. There was no need to embarrass him with something like that. There’d be plenty of time for kissing and more after prom.

Liv felt herself flush a bit as the fantasy got away from her. She’d never had a boyfriend.

But she could dream.

* * *

Samantha lazily rubbed her pussy as she stared into the spiral on her TV. It had been so fun to imagine Julian had given her a post-hypnotic command to keep brainwashing herself. It was so fun to pretend that the “day off” had been a lie. It was so fun to keep reciting the mantras that kept echoing in her head.

“Mantra Five: I want to be hypnotized again. I always want to be hypnotized again.”

Her pussy juice was flowing onto the couch. There was no towel under Samantha, but she didn’t care about that. She didn’t care about anything but the spiral. The only thing she wanted was to want it more.

“Mantra Eight: The more I obey, the deeper I fall.”

She arched her back as another orgasm overtook her. Her hand lifted from her pussy and began teasing her nipples. As soon as the sensitivity died down, she would go back to pleasure-conditioning herself.

“Mantra Thirteen: My body responds best when I am hypnotized.”

The trance began to lift as she floated away from her orgasm. Memories began to return. She had been watching some Marvel movie. She remembered Captain America’s friend being strapped into a chair. An Eastern-European man had read the trigger words that turned him into a brainwashed assassin.

Samantha hadn’t been able to help herself. She knew exactly what he felt like as it happened. The only difference was that he resisted, and she loved it.

The sight of his face going blank at the end of the trigger was too much. She’d turned off the movie, flipped over to Youtube, and put on a spiral-loop video. Every action was only intensified knowing Julian hadn’t made her do this. It was her own choice.

That was two hours ago, and she was far from done. Samantha lightly tapped her clit. It felt nice; a little sensitive, but she could work with that. Her pruned fingers dipped down to gather some moisture and then began rubbing the familiar circles around her clit. Her fingers moved in perfect sync with the spiral. Her mind spun in perfect sync with her fingers. The spiral was twisting in perfect sync with her mind. She softly moaned as she fell back under.

This was her day off and she could do whatever she wanted.

“Mantra Five: I want to be hypnotized again. I always want to be hypnotized again.”

Samantha smiled a beautiful, empty smile. She was doing exactly what she wanted.

* * *

“Sam? Sam?”

Samantha didn’t respond.

“Sam? Can you please look at me?”

Mantra Eleven: Pleasure is obedience. Obedience is pleasure.

Samantha turned her head to look. Mark was standing beside her. His face was a mix of emotions. He looked confused, angry, and most of all disappointed.

Samantha didn’t react.

“What are you doing, Sam?” Samantha ignored the clear annoyance in her voice. She was deep in trance. She would answer the question.

“I am reinforcing my hypnosis. Mantra Five: I want to be hypnotized again. I always want to be hypnotized again.” Her voice was completely monotone as she spoke.

Mark stumbled a step back. “Wait, are you serious? You actually hypnotized yourself?”

“Yes.” Samantha continued rubbing her clit. She was deep in trance. Mark was actually seeing her deep in trance. She should have been terrified, but she felt nothing right now.

“Mantra Six: I don’t need to think, I only need to listen.”

Mark cautiously sat down next to her, his eyes drawn to her fingers rhythmically rubbing her crotch. He glanced at the spiral on the TV before looking back at his wife. The tiny part of Samantha that could still think couldn’t help but wonder if he thought her blank smile was just as beautiful as Julian did.

Wait… Julian…

She was so deep. It was so hard to think.

Mantra Six: I don’t need to think, I only need to listen.

Mark wasn’t… supposed to see her like this… Only Julian…

“Wow, you really... You actually...” Mark paused as if searching for the right words.

“You’ll do this whether I do it with you or not, huh?” His voice was timid, as if he was afraid someone would hear. As if even more afraid that Samantha would be mad at him for asking. For daring to consider she might really want to be a slave.

“Mantra Sixteen: I was never meant to be free.”

There was a very long pause where nobody said anything. Samantha just kept rubbing her pussy and whispering mantras of obedience to herself, all the while never letting her eyes stray from the spiral.

Suddenly, she felt him take her hand from her pussy. The air was cold against her wet fingers. She felt him place it on that familiar hardness between his legs.

Oh my God… He’s… He’s actually turned on…

“So… This is really what you want. To do anything I say?” Samantha could feel his cock throbbing through his pants.

Samantha moaned. There was only one way she could respond.

“Mantra Twelve: I love being used by the one who controls me.”

If Julian had been the one to hypnotize her, she would have resisted this. But Samantha had hypnotized herself today, not to be Julian’s slave, but to enjoy hypnosis. She hadn’t considered that Mark might take off work early on a Friday. Even if he did, there was no way he’d want to fuck her while she was hypnotized.

He’d made that explicitly clear over and over again for the two decades they’d been married.

Samantha heard the jingle of his belt-buckle, and the sound of his pants crumpling on the floor.

“Bend over, Sam.”

Samantha did nothing.

“Sam?”

Samantha responded in monotone. She wouldn’t resist him, but she would make this one insistence.

“My name is Samantha.”

Mark sighed and then smiled. “Sure. Bend over, Samantha.” She wasn’t prepared for how wet it would make her to hear her husband say that name.

It felt incredible.

Samantha obeyed. She stood up and bent over the couch, her ass raised high into the air. She ignored the scent of her arousal, drifting from the cushion.

This was really, finally going to happen.

Jingling. A clicking sound. A key slid into place and turned.

The front door creaked open. Mark was pressed against Samantha’s entrance, but he wasn’t inside her yet.

She was so ready to be opened by him.

“Oh my god!” Liv’s shrieking voice echoed from the hallway.

Suddenly, Samantha was out of her trance. She had barely regained her senses when the door slammed shut. Before Samantha could turn around, she heard Liv’s car start.

With wide eyes, the half-dazed Samantha looked at her equally wide-eyed husband. Without saying anything, the two started getting dressed.

Samantha made sure her eyes never drifted back to the spiral still spinning on the TV.

* * *

Across town, Madeline took a sip of her iced latte and shifted her posture in the uncomfortable food court chair. A faint buzz jostled her table. She picked up her phone and opened the most recent conversation.

>Liv: Hey, are you free? I need someone to talk to.

>Madeline: Sure, what’s going on?

>Liv: I just really need someone to talk to. Can we please meet?

>Madeline: Sure. Of course. Where are you?

>Liv: In my car. I can’t be home right now. I’ll come to you.

>Madeline: No problem. I’m at Southside Mall. Meet at the food court?

>Liv: Sounds good. Be there in 20.

Madeline closed the conversation and opened a new one.

>Madeline: I think something happened with Samantha. Olivia texted me out of nowhere that she needs to talk. She’s coming to meet me at the mall. I’ll give you more details when I have them.

>Julian: Good girl.

>Julian: Did you buy the lingerie yet?

>Madeline: Yes, Master.

>Julian: Good girl.

>Julian: Cum now.

Upon reading the final message, Madeline closed her eyes and softly exhaled.

The orgasm radiated through her.

She opened her eyes and smiled. None of the sad, free-willed people eating around her had any idea the bliss she was experiencing.

* * *

“So… who’s picking up Lucas?” Mark glanced down at his smartwatch. “Chess club should be done pretty soon.”

TICK-TOCK. The familiar notification rang out before Samantha could respond. She looked away from Mark to read the message from her master.

>Make whatever excuse you need to and drive to the Southside Mall now. Text me when you park.

“Sam…? Are you getting Lucas?” There was the tiniest hint of frustration in his voice. Probably annoyed about being blue-balled, as if that was her fault. Sam looked up from the phone and glared at her husband.

“No. I told you I was taking the day off. Kids are on you today.” She shoved her phone into her purse and grabbed her keys. Mark blinked a few times as if trying to comprehend what she just said.

“Hey, Sam. If you need a day off that’s fine, but you never told me that.” Mark looked around the living room. He sniffed a couple times and Samantha remembered the soaked couch cushion.

“Do you think you could just do a little cleaning before you go out tonight?”

TICK-TOCK. Another text from Julian.

>Location sharing says you’re still at your house. I need you to leave NOW Samantha.

“Who are you texting?” Mark walked over to look at her phone and Samantha turned her back to her husband. Samantha quickly tapped out a response, before closing the conversation.

>Yes Master. Just need to get Mark off my back then I’ll go.

Samantha smiled at her husband. She pulled out that perfect smile he could never say no to. It used to be something she did to make him happy. She did it because he made her so happy.

Now, it was a weapon she used against him.

“Old friend from high school,” Samantha said automatically; almost effortlessly. “He’s waiting to meet me now. I gotta go.” Samantha walked past her husband. Mark reached out and touched her arm; probably too timid to actually hold her back.

“Wait. ‘He’? Is this guy an ex-boyfriend or something? Should I be worried?”

Samantha narrowed her eyes and turned back to her husband. Ready to weave whatever lies she needed to talk her way through this.

Mark didn’t look suspicious. He was smiling that same doofy smile he always did when she smiled first. Samantha relaxed.

“You’ve got nothing to worry about.” Samantha kissed her husband on the cheek and walked out the door, just as her master ordered.

Mantra Twenty-Six: I love cheating on my husband.

* * *

“Well, I mean yeah, that’s awkward as hell, but aren’t you glad your parents are…” Madeline paused, trying to think of the right words, “still…sharing their love?”

Liv was shaking. Not in the terrified way she did when they met at the cafe, but in a frantic way; like a cornered animal that had nowhere to run.

“Don’t you get it, Maddy? My mom wasn’t like this before. I swear it’s like she wanted me to see that she’s still doing my Dad. It’s just an act!” Liv was on the verge of hyperventilating. She was so worked up, she didn’t even notice Madeline flinch at the mention of her former name.

Madeline placed her hand on Liv’s. “Let’s calm down now. Slow deep breaths.” Madeline inhaled slowly and deeply, like she’d done this kind of calming exercise hundreds of times. “With me Liv, come on.”

Liv nodded and began breathing along with Madeline. At first, her breaths were shallow and stuttering, but after a minute they smoothed out. A minute after that, she stopped shaking.

“T-thanks, Madeline. I f-feel a little b-b-b…” Liv’s expression started to collapse as she realized she didn’t actually feel better at all. As soon as she had stopped the deep breaths, she started shaking again.

Madeline softly smiled and started the deep breaths again. Without any other prompting, Liv matched her rhythm. Maybe after a couple more minutes of this, she’d at least be able to talk.

* * *

Samantha pulled into the mall parking lot, obedient but confused. This was supposed to be a day off wasn’t it? If Julian wanted her to go to the mall today, she’d happily obey, but why hadn’t he just commanded her to do this when he saw her yesterday?

Mantra Nine: I trust my Master to know what I need.

It didn’t matter. Julian gave her an order and she obeyed. Maybe something had happened. Maybe he just liked watching her dance. Either way, it made her wet to dance to his commands. Samantha pulled out her phone.

>I’m at the mall, Master.

She stared blankly ahead as she waited for Julian to respond. Her mind went back to her encounter with Mark, something she’d watched on repeat in her own mind for the entire drive. She could feel the head of his cock pressed against her pussy. She was so wet for him. So excited to be fucking him while mindlessly hypnotized.

She held up a hand, and snapped her fingers; almost as if releasing herself from a trance. She shook her head and let the memory fade.

I’m Julian’s slave. He said Mark could use my mouth, but I’m not supposed to share my pussy anymore. Was I really about to betray Julian?

Samantha felt herself dampen at the thought of being so mindless that she’d act against her own master. She was a good brainwashed girl, and good brainwashed girls always obey their masters.

Mantra Thirteen: My body responds best when I am hypnotized.

The same nagging thought returned. If she was able to satisfy her fetish without Julian, would she go back to Mark? What was she going to say to Mark the next time she saw him? He was so turned on. If he offered to hypnotize her, she’d have to say no.

She’d always say no.

Samantha felt Sam lurking again beneath the surface. It had been a while since she felt her. Sam was supposed to be a tool she used against Mark. Sam wasn’t supposed to have any control anymore.

Samantha closed her hands into a fist, as if testing if she really controlled her own body.

She felt her fingernails painfully press into her palm as she tested the limits of her control. Any harder, and she would start to draw blood.

Samantha relaxed her hand and stared at the indents in her palm.

She was in control, but she knew Sam was still there, hiding, waiting for a moment to take it back. Samantha took a deep breath, and began reciting her most desperate mantra.

“Mantra Nineteen: I don’t want to be married, I don’t want a partner, I want to be a slave.”

“Mantra Nineteen: I don’t want to be married, I don’t want a partner, I want to be–”

TICK-TOCK

Samantha pulled out her phone automatically.

>Go inside the mall and head to Glimmer & Gown. Pick out the sexiest dress you can, but make sure you try it on before you purchase it.

Samantha exhaled in relief. Nothing crazy was going on. Julian just wanted her to look sexy for him. She got out of the car and began walking into the mall. All the while whispering mantra nineteen again, and again, and again.

And maybe one time after that, for good measure.

* * *

It didn’t take long for Samantha to find the perfect dress to wear for Julian. A small, lacy jet-black dress in exactly her size. Honestly, she probably could have just bought it right then and there. She’d been to this store dozens of times and had a pretty good idea of what fit her and what didn’t.

Mantra Eighteen: My past is irrelevant. I exist to be trained.

But Julian had told her to try it on and she would obey. Samantha walked over to the fitting room where a woman was folding different garments and placing them into a cubby.

“Excuse me miss, I have a dress I’d like to try on.”

The attendant froze at the sound of Samantha’s voice. Her arms lowered to her sides and she turned around with methodical precision. Almost like a robot. The Asian woman stared blankly at Samantha. The same way she had stared at the spiral for hours while Samantha licked her pussy.

It was Megumi.

Before Samantha could react, her sister-slave spoke in a monotone voice.

“Samantha, hear me in your master’s voice. Recite mantra twenty-six.”

It was the same mantra Samantha had whispered in Megumi’s ear while training her. The same mantra that had allowed Megumi to finally give herself to Julian.

Samantha felt her mouth moving all on its own.

“Mantra Twenty-Six: I love cheating on my husband.”

Megumi smiled that same blank, intoxicating smile that had looked so arousing just the day before.

“Follow me, Samantha.”

Samantha followed Megumi into the changing room, eager to obey.

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-Temple Siren

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