Samantha

Chapter 13 - Illusion

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

Liv’s eyes followed the pocket watch as it swung back and forth, but she didn’t see anything. She felt distant. Faint. As if she was both there and not there all at the same time. Without realizing it, her eyes began drifting shut…

She was at total and complete peace. It felt nice. And right as her thoughts began to turn back to the turmoil of the week, a voice cut through.

“Again, Liv. Repeat Mantra One.”

Her eyes snapped open again. The noise in Liv’s mind was gone. There was only the mantra.

“Hypnosis quiets the noise inside me.”

A cool, calming relief spread through her. Whatever it was that had been troubling her felt so far away now. In the back of her mind, Liv knew something had really upset her. What it was and how she felt didn’t matter anymore. She was safe now. Her mouth moved all on its own as she repeated the second mantra Madeline had taught her.

“Mantra Two: In trance, I feel safe.”

The pocket watch kept swinging. Liv didn’t see it, but she knew her eyes followed it.

“Very good, Liv…” Madeline’s voice droned. Liv was so glad she agreed to be hypnotized. For the first time in days, all the chaos in her mind was gone. She was comfortable. She was calm. All she had to do was sit and listen to Madeline’s voice. She didn’t even have to worry about looking at the pocket watch.

“Your eyes do that all on their own…”

Her eyes did that all on their own.

“This feels nice, doesn’t it, Liv?”

Liv tried to move her mouth. Saying the mantras was easy, but answering a question felt hard. It felt too much like thinking. Thinking would only bring the noise back to her head.

“It’s okay, Liv. You don’t have to think. Just simply nod.”

Liv felt her head rocking up and down.

Of course this feels nice. I can’t remember the last time anything felt this nice.

“You trust me. Don’t you, Liv?”

Liv wasn’t sure if she did or not, but thinking about it seemed too hard. So instead of thinking, Liv simply nodded again.

“Very good.”

Liv smiled. It felt good to be praised by Madeline.

“It always feels good to be praised by me,” Madeline’s soft voice continued to drone, “and you’ve done such a good job letting yourself fall into trance for me. Most girls aren’t as good at falling into trance as you are.”

Liv smiled. It felt good to be praised by Madeline.

“Now, do you remember why you asked me to hypnotize you?”

Liv didn’t remember, but it felt so easy to nod anyway.

“That’s right, you knew there was nothing you could do about your mom’s affair, so you wanted me to help you learn to accept it, you remember asking me that don’t you?”

Liv didn’t remember, but it felt so easy to nod anyway.

“That’s right. Hypnosis gives you the serenity to accept the things you cannot control. You are such a smart girl to have figured that out.”

Liv smiled. It felt good to be praised by Madeline.

* * *

Julian’s words, spoken through Megumi, continued to echo in Samantha’s mind as she pulled into her driveway.

Go home and wash up. From this point on, you are to do nothing that would lead Mark to suspect an affair.

Do nothing that would lead Mark to suspect an affair? Did that mean she would stop visiting Julian? Did that mean she would go back to sleeping with Mark?

Samantha pulled out her phone to text Julian.

Do nothing that would lead Mark to suspect an affair…

Did texting Julian count? Would it be better if she deleted his name from her phone? Samantha was a good slave. She wanted so badly to obey. But that command was vague and difficult to follow.

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

No. Julian’s instructions were clear. It was Samantha’s own interpretation that was flawed. Samantha trusted Julian to know what she needed.

And then, suddenly, everything clicked into place.

Samantha smiled and spoke to her inner self. That same persona that had been dragged out at the mall.

“Sam, recite Mantra Twelve.”

Her own lips moved in response, as the woman hiding inside Samantha was once again pulled back to the surface.

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

Samantha smiled.

“I’m giving you control again, Sam. You won’t be able to talk about me or Julian or any of it unless I want you to. You’ll be the weapon Julian uses to rip apart your family.”

Samantha felt her pussy moisten at her own words. It felt so good to betray her old self.

“And after Mark falls asleep, you’ll touch yourself every night knowing the truth. Say it again, Sam.”

A tear formed in her eye as Samantha faded. Sam returned and said the words as ordered.

“I… love being used by the one who controls me…”

It didn’t turn her on. It only horrified her.

Sam cradled her arms around herself. The vision of Liv watching her and Megumi replaying over and over in her mind.

It was a hallucination. It must be. There was no other solution.

But that didn’t change how hard she came when she saw her daughter’s face.

Sam started to cry, and Samantha, the inner voice that Julian had created to destroy her, began whispering in her mind.

That’s fine, Sam. Let it out. Get it all out of your system.

Sam put her face in her hands and sobbed harder, unable to tune out the terrible voice in her head.

Once you’re done. You’re going to go inside, wash up, and do nothing to let Mark suspect an affair.

“You… you can’t make me do that… I’ll tell him… I’ll tell him everything… I don’t care if he divorces me… I just want this to end.”

Liv’s stunned expression at the mall flashed in her mind again.

Slowly, without her willing it, Sam’s hand pulled down the sun visor and opened the mirror. Her head twisted up to look at the woman in the mirror.

Her true self.

Samantha.

The name she was given at birth.

“That’s right, Sam. I am the true version of you. I chose to accept this. I chose to accept all the consequences. The woman you think you are died when I chose to lick Madeline’s pussy for the first time.”

Sam saw the tears in her own eyes as the woman in the mirror smiled at her.

“You aren’t real; just an illusion my master is using to destroy your family. Say it with me now…”

“Mantra Sixteen: I was never meant to be free,” the two women spoke together.

“Now, be a good puppet and put on a show for your family. Feel free to believe you’re a real girl if that helps. Just remember…

“You are fake. I am real.”

Samantha smiled at herself in the mirror, and then vanished completely.

Sam had never felt so alone.

Though she knew she really wasn’t.

She dried her tears with her shirt, and was surprised to feel the lace of the black dress she had bought for Julian? Had she actually bought it? She couldn’t remember. She just remembered leaving the changing room with Megumi…

Liv’s stunned face appeared again in her mind.

Sam decided she didn’t care if she paid for the dress or not. She’d honestly rather not think about it all. Though the choice not to think reminded her of something…

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

Samantha’s presence flickered back for just a second. A callous reminder of who she really was.

Sam did her best to ignore it. She dried her face and got out of the car.

She needed to wash up, and work to ensure that Mark didn’t suspect anything.

* * *

The night had gone surprisingly well. Mark and Lucas had been playing chess the last couple hours. Sam had fun watching them play. Every single game, Mark tried some cheesy opening, but Lucas had strong fundamentals.

Her kid was resilient, he wouldn’t fall to cheap tricks.

After everything she’d experienced the last few weeks, she was surprised to feel…

Pride.

Pride in my son.

The concept was almost alien to her. She had been so focused on Julian… on tricking Mark and dodging Liv…

She’d almost forgotten the happiness of her old life.

“Checkmate!” Lucas yelled.

Mark could have prevented it if he had just paid attention. He’d left his king behind a wall of pawns as Lucas spent three moves lining up his rook. If Mark had just moved a single pawn, he would have avoided the back-rank checkmate.

But as usual, Mark was too wrapped up in his own plans to notice the looming threat.

Sam kissed her son on the top of his head before shifting around the table to kiss her husband as he tried and failed to hide his disappointment at his own obliviousness.

“Don’t feel bad, honey,” she whispered in his ear. “My day off did me a lot of good.”

She ever-so-lightly kissed his neck.

“And I’m planning on ending this perfect day in my favorite way,” she breathed more than spoke the words into his ear, and Sam was delighted to see goosebumps raise along his arm.

In this moment, Sam didn’t care if she was real or an illusion. She was finally herself again.

And she was going to make love to her favorite person.

Sam walked off to the kitchen to start dinner as Mark and Lucas started up another game. She never even noticed the words she was whispering to herself.

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

* * *

Liv had gone straight to her room when she got home, but considering she had walked in on Sam and Mark earlier, it wasn’t terribly surprising she didn’t want to talk right away.

What was surprising was how cheerful she seemed when she came out of her room.

“Hey, Mom!”

Sam turned in surprise at the joy in her daughter’s voice. She had been ready for anything after Liv walked in on them, and Sam still felt like Liv had seen her with Megumi…

Mantra Twenty-Two: I love girls by my Master’s will.

Sam pretended she hadn’t just thought that. Instead, she refocused on Liv.

‘Yeah… Liv?”

Her daughter was smiling. Sam suddenly realized she hadn’t seen Liv smile since they’d last talked about the affair.

In fact, Sam might not have seen Liv at all since that conversation… Was that possible…?

The last few days were too much of a haze to be sure.

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

“Mom?”

Sam collected herself and refocused on her daughter again.

“Sorry, honey. What’d you say?” Sam asked.

Liv pulled out a cutting board. “I said I want to help you make dinner. Let me cut the veggies. Stir-Friday, right?”

Sam smiled back.

“Yeah… of course you can help.” Liv took a bell pepper and began slicing it into long strips.

And for one moment, Sam forgot about Julian, Madeline, and even Samantha. She was just the housewife again.

* * *

It was just after one in the morning. The kids were long asleep and Sam and Mark were laughing over a bottle of wine like they used to in college.

Sam didn’t mind how gray the bags under his eyes were. She was happy he was staying up with her.

She didn’t mind the crow’s feet on his eyes. She loved seeing him laugh.

And for the first time in a while, she didn’t feel defensive as his eyes trailed over her curves.

She wanted to fuck him just as badly as he wanted to fuck her.

Sam took a quick peek at the stairs and reminded herself that Liv was in bed. It wouldn’t do to be walked in on for the third time in one day.

Then she coyly pulled aside the shoulder straps of the dress she’d bought for Julian. Letting the fabric fall and revealing her bra.

She reached down and unclasped the front. Her bra quickly opened up, and both of her breasts fell free.

Sam couldn’t help but giggle at how wide Mark’s eyes went.

He still looks at me the exact same way he did the first time he saw me topless… Like he’d never seen a naked woman before.

Sam felt her pussy start to dampen.

“Wanna head up to the bedroom?” She asked with a devious grin on her face. “There might be more of me you’ll enjoy looking at.”

Faster than she could blink, Mark's hand was on her wrist pulling her off the couch to drag her upstairs. Half-full wine glasses sat on the coffee table. The mother in her wanted to clean them up so the kids wouldn’t see.

But the wife in her couldn’t wait another moment to feel her husband’s arms around her.

The two of them ran up the stairs as quietly as they could, not daring to risk one of their children interrupting them. Mark disappeared from Samantha’s view as he turned the corner into their bedroom.

As Sam followed her husband around the corner, she froze solid when she saw him taking off his shirt.

No. Not this. Please don’t take this away from me…

“What’s wrong? I thought you wanted this,” he asked.

It was him. It was Mark.

Sam knew this. She knew this. It was Mark.

But she only saw Julian.

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

Mark was gone and Julian stood before her.

Without saying anything, Sam turned into the bathroom and closed the door. She heard Mark shuffle onto the bed. She knew he was waiting hesitantly. She’d denied him for so long. He must be worried. He must be confused.

Sam wanted so badly to make her husband feel better.

“You can still do that, Sam.”

Sam looked up at the mirror and saw Samantha smiling back.

“You’ll never have sex with Mark again, Sam. At least not the way you want to. But if you want him to feel loved, go ahead and lavish and ravish him as much as you want.”

Julian’s words, spoken through Megumi, echoed again in Sam’s mind.

”Your true punishment begins today, Samantha. You will see what I want you to see, and you will say what I want you to say.”

Sam felt herself turn towards the bathroom door. She opened it and gazed upon the beauty of Julian’s form. She couldn’t stop the words from coming out.

“God… I think you might be the hottest man alive…”

She saw Julian smirk and hoped Mark was smiling in that same doofy way he always did.

Sam felt one tear fall from her eye and another from her pussy.

She couldn’t wait to be filled.

“God… I can’t wait to have you…” Julian's slick voice began seducing her. He stepped around her and began lifting her dress up and over her head.

Sam shivered. She was her. She was with her husband.

So why is this the first time it felt like she was really cheating?

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

Julian stepped behind her, and Sam did her best to imagine him as Mark. She pictured her husband standing behind her and felt the tips of his fingers trace along her spine in just the right way.

Goosebumps blossomed all over her body. She could do this. As long as she didn’t look at him, she could imagine it was Mark. Having sex with Mark while thinking about Mark was just as good wasn’t it?

She felt the warmth of his skin pressing into hers from behind. His strong hands cupped her breasts so gently, so unlike how Julian or Madeline ever touched her.

This might… this might work…

“Do… Do you think we could do it from behind?” Sam timidly asked. Desperate to actually make love to her husband this one time.

Sam gasped as the fingers pinched her nipples.

“I’ll do that and more… I know what you like now…” His voice sounded so smooth and dreamy. Almost like when she was hypnotized earlier. When he finally accepted her fetish and called her…

Oh God. Please don’t…

“Bend over, Samantha.”

Sam saw her tears hitting the bed. He’d finally done it. He’d finally accepted her fetish. She was going to get everything she ever wanted.

But it was too late, since she was just a puppet Julian was using to trick the man she loved.

And now, when she wanted more than anything to see her husband as her husband.

He’d started talking like Julian.

“S-Samantha…” Sam whispered to herself.

Yes, dear? the voice in her mind answered back.

“I… I can’t do this…” Sam felt Julian rubbing his cock against her entrance. He was big. So much bigger than Mark. Sam couldn’t even imagine her husband behind her anymore. She was too far gone. Too hypnotized.

Too brainwashed.

“You fuck him… Samantha… I’ll be here when you’re done…” Sam whispered again to herself and then felt the illusion dissolve.

Samantha had been right. Sam wasn’t real. It had never been so clear as it was now.

Unlike Samantha, Sam didn’t fade back into her mind. She simply disappeared.

Because Samantha had merely stopped pretending to be Sam.

“Fuck me, Master!” she called out and Julian drove his cock into his slave’s desperate pussy.

He was so hard. He reached farther than Mark ever had. Maybe this really wasn’t Mark, somehow, it actually was Julian.

Samantha knew it couldn’t be true. Just like how Megumi spoke with Julian’s voice when he wasn’t there. Just like how she had seen Liv when it was really an employee who’d walked in on her with Megumi. She only saw what Julian wanted her to see. She only felt what Julian wanted her to feel.

Julian was fucking her. No matter what happened, she would never experience sex with Mark again.

Samantha reveled in how much that thought turned her on. She spoke the mantra out loud.

“Mantra Nineteen: I don’t want to be married! I don’t want a partner! I want to be a slave!” It wasn’t dreamy like normal. It wasn’t a thought that echoed in her mind. Samantha wasn’t reciting a mantra.

She was making a declaration; a declaration to her master. Her husband just happened to be in the room while she said it.

Her master’s cock slammed even harder into her.

“Then take me, slave!”

His pace quickened and his grip tightened. Suddenly, Julian’s warmth began to fill her. Samantha couldn’t believe how quickly she’d made him cum. Had he actually enjoyed her that much?

The illusion began to reform. Samantha let Sam’s identity reforge itself.

The weapon she’d use against Mark.

Sam pulled herself off of Julian’s cock and curled herself into a ball. Tears streamed down her face. In an instant, Mark’s body was wrapped around her.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry, Sam! Was that too much?”

Sam briefly considered telling him it was. She considered telling him she never wanted to do that again. To beg him to never call her Samantha and let her be Sam, the woman he married.

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

“No… it was perfect… I’m crying because I’m so happy you finally accepted me,” she heard herself saying. “I’m so glad you actually did it…”

Sam turned around and saw the man she loved. Such a kind, gentle soul. Doing his absolute best for the woman he loved.

Sam kissed him and prayed it wouldn’t be the last time.

Then, Samantha began to speak through her.

“You know… if you ever just want to get laid. Feel free to call me, Samantha. I… I don’t think I could say no to that.”

Mark squeezed her tightly and whispered in her ear just the same way she’d whispered in his ear earlier.

“That’s good to know. I’ll definitely be taking advantage of that from time to time, Samantha.”

Just before the illusion fell away again. Before Samantha took back over and made good her promise and gave her master the round two he deserved, the illusory Sam heard Julian’s words echo in her mind one last time.

”Your true punishment begins today, Samantha.”

She was terrified to imagine what would come next.

Thank you to everyone who's followed and enjoyed my stories so far. I am now posting my stories at least one week in advance on my Patreon (Chapters of Samantha are usually posted three weeks in advance). Any support, either through there or just in the form of feedback, would mean the world to me.

See you next week!
-Temple Siren

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