Samantha

Chapter 16 - Parallel Descent

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

Olivia had never felt such calm as letting Mistress hypnotize her there on the beach. It didn’t matter how long it had been since they started. It could have been months or minutes. Olivia was just happy to be in this place, now, as Mistress made everything easier for her.

It didn’t matter that Mistress was sprawled out on the sand next to her. The sounds that Mistress had made before she fell into the sand… Those sounds…

Those sounds could reach through the depths of Olivia’s mind. Into the tiny corner where Liv tried her best to shield herself from everything.

Liv could see her mom in the changing room. She made the exact same sounds…

“Mantra One: Hypnosis quiets the noise inside me.”

Liv felt her mind grow still as Madeline had taught her. Her eyes gazed out along the beach and noted the lack of waves.

The water is still. Just like my mind.

Those sounds, the ones both her mom and her mistress had made, they didn’t matter. Liv would use hypnosis to quiet the noise of her mind.

“Mantra Two: In trance, I feel safe.”

Liv wasn’t at the mall. She was with Mistress. She was safe.

“Mantra Three: Each time I go under, I feel more like myself.”

And Liv wasn’t Liv anymore. She was Olivia right now. Liv let her consciousness fall back into the safe corner of her mind. Olivia was here now.

Olivia would keep her family safe. Even if Liv couldn’t.

Liv just needed to make Olivia, stronger.

“Mantra Four: The more I relax, the easier it is to obey.”

And Olivia was great at making her mind relax. It was so much easier for Olivia to relax than for Liv to relax. If Liv ever needed to relax, she could just let Olivia take over and it’d be so much easier to obey.

“That’s right, Olivia. And what happens if you do a good enough job obeying?”

Olivia could see the spiral pendant swinging in her mind.

“You’ll hypnotize me again…”

Back and forth…

The spiral pendant was swinging and spinning all at the same time in Olivia’s mind. She wasn’t sure if she was talking or if someone was saying the words inside her. She was as blank and calm as the great ocean before her. Olivia helped her relax and when she relaxed, she could obey.

She just needed to obey…

And obey…

“And if you do a good enough job obeying?”

Olivia could see the spiral pendant swinging in her mind even more clearly now.

“You’ll make Olivia stronger…”

“Do you want me to make Olivia stronger? I’d have to hypnotize you.”

Olivia felt the smile spread over her face.

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

“Open your eyes, Olivia.”

She didn’t remember closing them, but it didn’t matter. She saw the pendant swing with closed eyes, and now with open eyes. She let her gaze lock onto its arcs, and let it drag her already weary mind further down.

“I… always… want… to be… hypnotized…”

The Liv hiding in the corner of Olivia’s mind couldn’t believe what she’d just admitted.

Madeline smiled.

“Good, you’re reciting mantras without direct prompt. That means you’re ready for the next phase. But let’s get out your phone first. You have someone I need you to call.”

Olivia felt her Mistress reach into her purse and pull out her phone. It didn’t occur to her to try to stop her.

A strong hand grasped her wrist and turned it over before Olivia felt the familiar weight of her phone in her hand.

Mistress’s voice spoke, “Do you think you could do that for me? Just one little phone call?”

Olivia’s mouth opened and then closed. She wanted to do what her Mistress asked, but everything felt wrong. She felt too slow… like it was too hard to think…

“Shh… shh… You don’t need to worry about that,” Mistress soothed her discomfort. “That happens to a lot of girls when they first start hypnosis, but I know just the thing…”

Olivia relaxed. Mistress was so good at hypnosis. Olivia was lucky she knew so much about how to make it work just right…

“Now repeat what I just told you.”

What had she—Oh… Olivia’s mouth began moving and forming the words…

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

Olivia felt her mind empty. She knew Mistress was hypnotizing her further, but she didn’t think about that. She just listened. Her mouth moved in the same way, over and over again. At first it was unfamiliar, but repetition made it feel comfortable, and then automatic. She was too far gone to even wonder if she was learning more new mantras.

At some point, when Olivia was busy not thinking at all and just being a very good listener, she held the phone up to her head. The voice on the other end said words, but Olivia didn’t hear them. Mistress whispered in Olivia’s ear. Olivia might have said something into the phone but… she wasn’t sure…

The phone disappeared, both from Olivia’s hand and her memory. There was only the still beach before her. The sun was setting. She had no idea how long she’d been here.

“Good, now that we won’t be interrupted for a while, what would you think about some slightly more intense hypnosis?”

Olivia could only respond one way:

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

* * *

TICK-TOCK

The familiar notification meant a text from Julian. Samantha looked away from the TV over to Mark’s spot on the couch. It was empty.

Right… he’d just told Sam… he was… in the bathroom?

Samantha didn’t care. Mark was gone and Master had just texted. She whipped out her phone.

>You are going to leave your house and visit me very soon. Just turn off your phone and wait for your alibi. You’ll know when the time is right.

Before she had even processed the words, her thumb moved to the power button and she slipped her phone into her pocket. With nothing else to do, Samantha turned back to the TV, and waited for Mark to come back.

The commercial had a 1950s woman acting like a robot. The robot-woman smiled dutifully as she cleaned her husband’s house. At the end of the commercial, as the actress raised up whatever laundry detergent she was selling, Samantha took a good look at the woman’s eyes.

Vacant. Empty. Dead.

Maybe still playing the robot. Maybe completely checked out from a bullshit commercial gig when she’d rather been in movies.

Maybe though… Maybe she was just as brainwashed as Samantha.

Maybe that’s why those dead eyes looked just like Madeline’s… and Megumi’s…

And Samantha’s own eyes… whenever she sat at her vanity…

Staring into the mirror…

Swinging the pocket-watch…

Speaking her mantras…

“Mantra Eleven: Pleasure is obedience. Obedience is pleasure.”

Mark was gone. The commercial was gone. The room was empty.

Just her and the TV. In her mind’s eye, she only saw a spiral.

She just couldn’t help wanting to touch herself as it rewrote her.

Samantha hiked up her skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties. She thought it’d be fun to be more… available to her master.

But now her real master had given his first command since ordering Sam to act normally. She was so excited to be his again. So excited to be ordered by him again.

The spiral was calling out to her.

Her mind was wide open. She would accept it.

Right as she slipped into its warmth. Just as her finger barely slipped into her own warmth, Mark’s voice yanked her from the trance.

“Oh hey, Liv! Thanks for calling!”

wait for your alibi…

Something was supposed to happen. Her alibi? Was this it? What could it have to do with Liv?

“Hey, Sam!” Mark called from the kitchen.

Samantha got up and ran over to him, completely ignoring the small puddle she left behind on the couch.

In the kitchen, a pot of cheese dip began to thicken as Mark was too busy talking to his daughter to stir it.

Has Mark been cooking? I thought he went to the bathroom…

Samantha couldn’t really remember if Mark had gone to the bathroom and then went to the kitchen. Maybe he had been cooking the whole time?

Did she care?

“Hey, Sam!” Mark’s voice shook her free from her daydreaming. “Liv says your phone’s dead.”

Samantha reached into her pocket and pulled out the phone. A black screen reflected her own vacant face back at her. Her eyes looked so tired even though she was now remarkably well-rested. Her eyes were just half-lidded. Her expression was flat and serene. Samantha looked exactly like the commercial robot mid-pose: blank, obedient, and selling herself without knowing it.

Did she really look this empty all the time? Did Mark still think it was just roleplay?

Did he really not notice?

“Sam? Hello?”

The robotic face turned away from the black screen and Samantha saw Mark staring at her with a look of concern.

“You all right, Sam? Liv says she bumped into one of your yoga friends… Which friend was it, Liv?”

Samantha could hear Liv’s voice on the other end… There was something strange about her cadence…

Something that sounded so eerily familiar to Samantha… No this wasn’t how Liv should talk… it felt more like…

“Oh yeah. Madeline. Hey Sam, so Liv says she met your friend Madeline at The Bean. Did you want to go grab coffee with them?”

Madeline...

My alibi…

Samantha didn’t let herself think about what this meant.

Something inside her wouldn’t let Samantha think about what this meant.

Whatever was going on, it was what Julian wanted.

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

Samantha felt no need to hide it in this moment. Her arms fell limply to her sides. Half-lidded eyes stared forward at nothing. As Mark turned back to his now browning cheese-dip, Samantha felt her voice fall into monotone.

“Yeah… I’ll go meet them… Thanks, Mark…”

Vacant eyes turned to the door as Samantha walked out of her house. If Mark said anything to her as she left, she didn’t hear it.

Just like she hadn’t seen him since Julian took control.

Just like she hadn’t felt him since Julian returned.

Samantha shivered. She belonged to Julian, and her master was finally calling her home. Her whole body erupted into goosebumps.

The almost-summer breeze warmed her as she closed the front door behind her. She could feel the warmth trying to soothe the goosebumps. The gust trying to push her back into the house. As if the world itself was trying to keep her away from Julian. To tell her she didn’t need to go. That something was terribly, terribly wrong.

The door clicked shut. Mark was behind her, and the world was open before her.

Samantha could finally stop pretending to be Sam.

“Mantra Twenty-Seven: I never want to be free.”

For some reason, now more than ever, Samantha knew she never would be.

She couldn’t help but squeeze her pussy, before dutifully getting in her car and driving to Julian’s.

* * *

The sun had set now. The air was getting cold and the wind was whipping Olivia’s dress against her skin.

But she didn’t react. She didn’t do anything but watch the moonlight reflecting off the pendulum.

It was so beautiful as the pendulum spun and sparkled and swayed…

Back and forth…

Back and forth again and again and again. It was good that Olivia was so relaxed. Any tension, and her muscles would have tightened up from hours of hypnosis.

But Olivia was in her safest place. She was so calm.

She’d let Mistress make her so relaxed. She was so calm.

She’d done exactly what she was supposed to with the phone. She still couldn’t remember what that was, but it didn’t matter. When she questions things, it makes her think. When she thinks, it breaks the calm ocean of her mind.

And her mind needs to be calm if she’s going to keep letting Mistress hypnotize her.

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

“That’s right, Olivia,” Mistress said, “You are getting so good at this.”

Olivia smiled. She always felt so calm and so happy when her mistress praised her.

She felt a hand lightly trace along her hair.

Olivia had to pretend it didn’t feel amazing.

“Good girl… Now, would you like me to tell you what you’re going to obey next?”

Olivia nodded. She knew exactly what to say.

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

Mistress’s voice was a soft whisper in her ear.

“Beautiful. Now let’s get started on some real brainwashing.”

* * *

Samantha sat on the gynecologist’s table in Julian’s brainwashing chamber. There were no other girls this time. Just Samantha and her master.

Along with all the wonderful toys Julian used to claim the minds of the women he owned. Samantha found herself drawn to the spiral projected on the wall, but there was so much more.

Earbuds in her ears taught her the correct way to think over and over again.

The essential oil diffuser was emitting a special blend of lavender, eucalyptus, and several other scents that made sure Samantha would never forget where she really was no matter how far she drifted…

And she was drifting far away… To the point where she did appreciate the essential oils reminding her that she was still here getting brainwashed.

Usually Julian only gave her marijuana edibles, but something in the drink he gave her was affecting her far more than weed. Her mind actually felt softer.

Soft. Malleable. Changeable…

She could see it in her mind’s eye, her own brain, soft like putty. Ready to be reshaped and repurposed however Julian desired.

As she processed this image with a calm that was eerie to even herself, something else began to happen.

The spiral kept spinning, but it was doing something else now. It was getting closer.

The outer rings slowly made their way off the wall. Or maybe Samantha was falling into it? No… Julian was still beneath her so she couldn’t be moving. The spiral was moving towards her. The outer rings were beginning to envelope her.

If Julian’s spiral wished to consume her, Samantha would do nothing to stop it.

But she did squeeze Julian’s cock again in thanks. She’d never be able to thank him enough for completely brainwashing her.

Wait. Is that why it was different now? Hadn’t he done this before? Hadn’t he hypnotized and drugged her so many times before? She’d been brainwashed so many times now…

But something was different. Something else was happening now. Earlier hypnosis sessions were always about strengthening Samantha and weakening Sam. Either that or…

Or…

Samantha wasn’t sure what she had been thinking about. She was sure it was important…

But watching the spiral seemed so much easier than thinking…

Samantha refocused her attention on the spiral. She felt the voices returning to her earbuds; Rewriting her, in such a beautiful way.

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

Julian might have throbbed when she said it. He might not have. Either way, Samantha was sure he was enjoying himself inside her, even if she forgot to squeeze back… She wanted to squeeze back, but the spiral was more important now…

The spiral was everything now…

Its rings had completely overtaken her. They cut everything else away. She felt lost in it… helpless before it…

Something’s different. I know it is, but I can’t remember… What’s he doing to me this time?

For the first time, Samantha began to feel a true fear welling up in the pits of her soul. She listened for Sam to tell her to stop, but heard only silence.

That’s right. Sam’s not real. She’s just an illusion I use to trick Mark…

Like dominos, that thought triggered another and then another in a series of conditioned responses.

Without thinking, Samantha reached down and began rubbing her clit, letting pleasure drown out the unwanted thoughts as she watched the spiral.

She just couldn’t help wanting to touch herself as it rewrote her.

The pleasure reminded her that her pussy wasn’t empty. Neither was her ass. She squeezed harder and harder on both Julian’s cock and the butt-plug as she did. The pleasure would distract her from the unwanted thoughts. The pleasure felt so amazing.

“Mantra Fifteen: I feel most alive when I am completely owned.”

The drugs had softened her mind. The earbuds had taught her how to think.

“Mantra Seventeen: My thoughts are gifts given to me by my Master.”

Julian was thrusting so intensely. He was fucking the last bit of free will out of her. His cock was so hard, so big, it didn’t leave room for anything else, let alone unwanted thoughts filling her mind.

“Mantra Twenty-Five: The only thing I like more than pussy, is my master’s cock.”

Her orgasm only rose faster alongside her terror. She could almost remember it… The terrible truth he had told her before they started… She couldn’t remember what it was, but she was sure of one thing:

If this happens… I won’t be able to stop myself… He’ll actually do it…

Hadn’t she thought that before? Had this happened thousands of times already? Is this what brainwashing was? Being rewritten over and over until you’re not sure what’s real or not.

And once you’re in that vulnerable state, he takes everything away… So then your only choice is to accept what your master tells you…

What he tells you…

He’ll make me… want to…

Samantha’s cresting pleasure didn’t let her finish that thought. It was a slow, terrifying orgasm that seemed to never end. As the pleasure ripped through her body, she saw the center circles of the spiral cross the barrier of her eyes, pass through windows of the soul and cross into her soft, pliable mind.

She could somehow almost see her own brain getting squished and turned as it was forced through the meat-grinder that was the inner rings of the hallucinated spiral.

While obedience was further carved into her mind, the outer rings were now wrapping around Samantha in either sadistic bondage or a cold, loving embrace.

Samantha had never felt so good.

So right.

So safe.

“Mantra Twenty: Every part of me belongs to him. Forever.”

“Good girl,” Julian moaned as his cock throbbed again inside her. With both the drugs and the waves of orgasm heightening every feeling in her pussy, his cock became a thing of God. More holy than anything else in the world. And she was the one divinely chosen to please it.

Samantha had never felt more thankful. Had never felt more loved. This is what she had always been meant for. This is what she had always wanted. Ever since she was a teenager learning about her body, the idea of having her mind taken away from her…

The idea of giving all power to someone else… Letting them twist your mind until it could feel nothing but sheer pleasure… The same pleasure she felt… When she touched herself… Night after night…

Year after year…

She’d do anything to feel like this again.

Anything.

It’s what she was meant for.

“Samantha?” her master called.

“Yes,” she responded in that same beautiful monotone that Mark almost heard at the house. It felt so good to not have to pretend anymore…

“Speak your mantra. The one you know I want to hear.”

He was still so hard inside her. Samantha desperately wanted to make him cum. She wanted to complete this holy act.

And something inside told her exactly what she needed to do.

The spiral, the earbuds, and the butt-plug were all forgotten now. Samantha was just a slave giving her master whatever he wanted. She started bouncing on his cock, squeezing down every time she pulled off so that he could enjoy forcing her apart with each thrust. She wanted this to feel perfect for him. She wanted him to erupt inside her.

She felt his hands grab the sides of her ass. His powerful arms moved in tandem with her body. She became less of a partner and more of a toy. As he slammed her onto his cock over and over again, Samantha never stopped squeezing. Never stopped moaning. Did everything she could to make this amazing for her master.

And when she could tell he was right on the brink. When he had stopped slamming her onto his cock and was holding her tight; trying to keep his cum in. Trying to make this feeling last as long as possible…

Samantha spoke the words she knew he wanted to hear.

“Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls.”

Julian exploded within her. Samantha felt like her pussy was getting split apart. Her cervix was almost certainly bruised, but she didn’t care. Her body didn’t matter, only her master’s pleasure did.

A white light engulfed Samantha’s world as Julian pushed her off of him and the drugs began kicking in full-force.

“Good girl. Now let me tell you what’s going to happen next.”

Whatever Samantha had been afraid of when she started. It no longer bothered her.

Nothing did.

She was his good girl after all.

* * *

“Olivia, can you keep a secret for me?”

Mantra Four: The more I relax, the easier it is to obey.

“That sounds pretty easy…” she answered in monotone with almost slurred words. Olivia had spent hours being hypnotized. Half-awake, half-asleep, and completely empty. Everything that Mistress had been telling her sounded like a wonderful idea now…

And she was sooo relaxed… That made it so easy to obey everything…

“It’s a very important secret. One that you’ll have to keep from everyone. Even Liv... Can you do that for me? Keep a secret from your other self?”

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

Olivia wanted to fall deeper.

“Yes, Mistress. She’s asleep now. She won’t remember what we say.”

Liv was suddenly surprised to feel herself saying these words. She was suddenly aware that she was Liv and not Olivia. How long had they been doing this? Why had it been so long? Did Madeline really need to go this far?

And most importantly, what was Madeline about to tell her? What was she about to say that Liv couldn’t know?

As soon as the last word left her lips, however, it was as if black obsidian walls shot up surrounding her. She was in her own little prison, tucked into the corner of her own mind as Madeline hypnotized her further and further.

She wanted to know the secret so badly… But Mistress said Liv couldn’t know… And Olivia trusted Mistress more than anything…

So Olivia put Liv to sleep.

It was so dark now… The room had become so cramped… So squished, as the obsidian walls began closing in around her.

Try as she might, it was too cramped and dark to stay awake now. That tiny part of Liv’s mind needed space to think. Completely trapped, and with nowhere to go, it merely collapsed.

Liv fell asleep. Familiar words found her lips as she drifted off…

“Mantra Ten: Control is heavy. Giving it away makes me light.”

Liv was gone, at least for now. Olivia was ready to obey.

* * *

Both women hypnotically drifted through a space that was both here and not-here at the same time. Hours of hypnosis and identity erasure had left them open and ready to obey.

They both stared blankly ahead as their hypnotist leaned in closely to whisper something in their ear.

For Olivia, it was a terrible truth about something that had already happened.

For Samantha, it was a terrible truth about something that was going to happen.

Both women felt a warm, relaxing wave of pleasure pass through them as they obeyed. They understood their truth now, and they understood what their hypnotist wanted them to do next.

“So, will you help?” their hypnotist asked.

Both women slowly closed their eyes to process what they had just heard. Any part of them that might resist was completely locked away now. Neither woman could resist anymore.

“Yes,” they both said in that same beautiful monotone.

* * *

Samantha’s ass and pussy were both sore as she got out of her car. She’d almost forgotten about the soreness during the ride, but Julian’s love had a way of sticking around even after you forgot about it.

She thought about the cum in her pussy. The seed that was desperately searching to create new life inside her body.

Maybe… if it’s not too late… he’ll let me get my IUD out…

Samantha saw Madeline’s car pull into the driveway.

Memories came roaring back. Madeline and Liv had bumped into each other at a cafe. Liv had called to invite her out… Her phone had been dead… Liv had called Mark…

Liv… she was getting out of Madeline’s car now. Someone else was getting in. That’s right. Samantha didn’t drive herself here. She was too loopy from the drugs… Is that why they took two cars…?

Samantha tried, but couldn’t actually remember going to get coffee. She knew she did. She knew they’d had a nice conversation. They’d talked about something important… Something Samantha had originally thought would be terrible….

Though she was pretty sure she had been talked into it. Whatever it was…

Madeline’s cheerful voice interrupted Samantha’s musings.

“Hey gals, that was great! Let’s do it again sometime!”

“For sure!” Liv’s voice called out and Samantha’s gaze suddenly locked onto her daughter.

When did Liv and Madeline…

“Come on, Mom!” Liv said, taking her mother’s hand, “Let’s see if Dad’s still up!”

As Samantha walked into the house, the pitch-black night reminded her of a different time she’d come home. When Liv had confronted her about the affair. This felt so much like that… Except…

Instead of Liv, Mark was waiting for them when they got home.

He turned off the TV and ran over to give Liv a hug.

“Hey girls,” he said, trying to hide the worry in his voice, “It’s really late. The Bean closed hours ago and neither of you have your phones turned on. I was starting to get pretty worried.” He looked both women up and down as he spoke.

“Where were you?” he asked.

Samantha opened her mouth to speak. Waiting for the lie to come to her lips.

But Liv responded first.

“We were just doing girl stuff, Dad. Try not to be so controlling all the time. Mom was with me after all.”

Samantha’s mouth stayed open as she watched her daughter confidently walk up the stairs to her bedroom. The girl hadn’t even given her dad a chance to respond.

But it wasn’t lost on her how well Liv’s lie worked. She’d seen Mark’s tense shoulders visibly relax when Liv had mentioned that Samantha was there too.

Why couldn’t she remember what they did?

With bleary eyes, an extra-exhausted Mark sighed and turned to his wife, “Girl stuff?”

Samantha smiled and let Sam speak to Mark.

“Yeah, girl stuff. We’re allowed to have some secrets aren’t we?”

Sam kissed his cheek and took him by the hand. Eagerly awaiting the vision of Julian she was about to fuck.

“Besides, we have secrets of our own to keep.”

Mark smiled and followed his wife up to the bedroom.

If Sam felt extra slick that night, Mark was sure it was only because she was so into him.

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