Samantha
Chapter 17 - Graduation
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
For both mother and daughter, the next few weeks passed by like a blur. Samantha had been visiting Julian more and more. The brainwashing sessions became more and more intense. He wasn’t even fucking her anymore; he had enough girls to take care of his pleasure.
Every minute Samantha spent at his house was instead spent eroding her mind further. While deep in trance, Samantha had learned the truth of his plan, but her waking self wasn’t ready to accept it. There was still a chance (though it grew slimmer each day) that the shock of it would awaken the mother that might still lie sleeping within the brainwashed slave.
“She’s not real,” Julian had told her. “The housewife, she’s not real. Just an illusion you use to fool those around you.”
“Just… an illusion…” Samantha repeated. Day after day, week after week, she repeated her master’s words.
And every day she’d come home and take Mark’s cock, though she never saw it that way.
As far as Samantha was concerned, she never fucked Mark again. She saw him as Julian and if she focused, she could even believe it was Julian. Each night she’d ride him and say the words that the real Julian had been so diligently reinforcing.
“Mantra Twenty-One… Good girls… make… more… good girls.”
His cock always throbbed inside her as she said it. Mark loved the fantasy of Sam hypnotizing more girls for him.
Though Samantha wasn’t thinking about Mark and Sam at all.
“Are you going to hypnotize another girl to be my slave, Samantha?” she heard Julian’s voice asking beneath her.
She could see it in her mind. That kneeling figure before her master. Brown curls covered a face her mind’s eye refused to see.
The hair was swaying hypnotically back and forth as her head bobbed. The girl was making Julian feel so good.
Mantra Twenty-Eight: I’ll do anything for him, even this…
“Yes, Master,” Samantha said as she let the fantasy carry her away.
Mark came in his wife, with no idea what she was really thinking about.
* * *
For Liv, visits with Madeline had become routine. At first, it was a few times a week. She told her parents that Madeline was tutoring her in Calculus. Her dad accepted it and her mom… Well, her mom didn’t say anything to contradict it.
Liv had learned so much these last few weeks with Madeline. Truth after truth had slowly been revealed to her under hypnosis. About what her mother really was. About what Madeline really was.
About how amazing hypnosis really was…
Mantra Eight: The more I obey, the deeper I fall.
She wanted to fall so badly. It wasn’t even about feeling safe anymore. Though the hypnosis did help with that.
Mantra Two: In trance, I feel safe.
Mantra Two: In trance, I feel safe.
Once she had accepted it, everything made so much sense. Her mother wasn’t a bad person; it’s just that being hypnotized felt amazing. She couldn’t be blamed for cheating if it meant experiencing something this good.
She wouldn’t admit it to Madeline, but Liv secretly wanted to know how it felt.
She’d even begun privately calling herself Olivia, so long as no one was around.
It was her private fantasy. She wasn’t Liv, the shy girl who cried as her family fell apart. Olivia was strong and confident. When Jason finally worked up the courage to ask her to prom, Liv wanted so badly to say yes.
But she wasn’t thinking of herself as Liv at that point. She felt so much more like Olivia.
Mantra Three: Each time I go under, I feel more like myself.
“I’ll be honest, Jason, I just don’t really see you that way.” The words had slipped out so easily. Was that really how she felt? Hadn’t she been imagining exactly this for weeks now?
Maybe Liv had, but Olivia hadn’t. Olivia was too good for immature guys like Jason.
Jason’s eyes sank to the floor in defeat. Olivia didn’t even make out whatever he muttered between the tears he tried to hide.
That was fine. She deserved someone better anyway.
She remembered still buying a prom dress though. She told her parents a boy had asked her out. She pretended to be too shy to say his name.
Her dad pressed her, desperate to know.
Her mother… her mother acted like nothing out of the ordinary was going on.
But she kept it a secret, and on the night of prom she waved goodbye to her parents in that beautiful strapless blue dress that Madeline had helped her pick out.
A woman she had never met was driving the car. Olivia got in the back seat and let the woman drive her away.
“Mantra Eleven: Pleasure is obedience. Obedience is pleasure,” Olivia said out loud with no fear of what the driver might think.
“Mantra Eleven: Pleasure is obedience. Obedience is pleasure,” the driver repeated back.
“Mantra Eleven: Pleasure is obedience. Obedience is pleasure,” the driver repeated back.
* * *
The driver led Olivia inside the house that she somehow knew belonged to her mistress’s master.
She didn’t know how she knew that.
She didn’t know why she was even here.
But when she heard the sound of footsteps creaking on the stairs, she somehow knew to kneel. She fell to one knee and bowed her head. Her curly hair fell around her face and blocked him from view. Her dress, once so pristine, was now spread out along the hardwood floor around her.
She was open. She was willing.
She was ready.
The man didn’t address her directly. Instead he spoke to the driver.
“Beautiful work, Madeline. You’ll be rewarded tomorrow. For tonight, take her back to your apartment and continue your sessions. I expect you to drop her off at home at a reasonable time.”
“Yes, Master,” Olivia’s mistress responded.
Olivia closed her eyes and chose to sink into trance. It was always so nice when all her worries fell away.
Mantra Fifteen: I feel most alive when I am completely owned.
Mantra Fifteen: I feel most alive when I am completely owned.
Olivia didn’t remember getting back into Madeline’s car. She didn’t remember that Madeline spent the next four hours hypnotizing her. Strengthening Olivia and preparing her for what would come next.
They didn’t have much time. Olivia realized she should probably start visiting Madeline every day. It was such a good idea. It was too bad she wouldn’t remember coming up with it.
She wouldn’t remember anything except that she had spent her prom night exactly the way she wanted to.
And her parents would be happy to know, she didn’t let anyone lay a single finger on her.
After all, she was saving herself for someone important.
* * *
In her dream, she was already wearing her cap and gown, but she wasn’t at graduation, that was already over. She was an adult in every sense of the word now. And she knew the first thing she would do.
She walked into the house her mistress had shown her. She kneeled before her master just like she had done at prom. He was aroused. He wanted her.
She couldn’t see his face, but she knew who he was.
Mistress’s master.
Her mother’s master.
Her master.
He didn’t touch her, but he was touching himself. He loved watching her kneel so she bent her head lower.
She wanted this. She wanted to be special to him, just like her mom was. She wanted to know what it felt like for him to take her mind away completely.
It didn’t matter why she wanted that.
A chorus of voices filled her mind. Madeline, her mom, and all the other women her new master had claimed.
“Mantra Twelve: I love being used by the one who controls me.”
Olivia only realized after she heard it, that her own voice had joined the chorus.
The man standing over her gasped, and she felt the white streaks splatter across the black fabric of her graduation gown. There was so much. He was so virile. So pure. Better than any other man she could dream of. White lines covered the entire front of her gown.
The white streaks on black fabric almost reminded her of a prisoner’s uniform.
Mantra Sixteen: I was never meant to be free.
It almost hurt how good it felt to think those words.
Olivia woke up from the dream and checked the date on her phone.
It was Saturday. Today, she would finally graduate. She switched over from the lockscreen to the camera and then tapped the icon for the front-facing camera.
A bleary-looking girl stared back at her. She looked into her own eyes and said,
“My name is Olivia.”
Then, she got out of bed, tossed her smelly panties in the laundry, and went to go take a shower.
* * *
The ceremony itself had been boring. All the seniors lined up in folding chairs outside the school as the principal spoke about how proud he was. About how this was a great transitional period in their lives and even if they didn’t know what came next, he was certain they would find meaning in anything they pursued.
Olivia spent the entire ceremony imagining her gown was still stained like in her dreams.
She threw her hat. She took pictures with friends. She even planted a kiss on Jason’s cheek in one picture. It had been hilarious to see him blushing so hard.
She didn’t care if he got the wrong idea. It’s not like she planned to ever see him again after today.
Wait… why? Isn’t he my friend?
Olivia shook her head and let the thought fade away. She didn’t let it bother her.
Nothing was going to bother her today.
In less than thirty minutes, the photos had stopped and the entire area had cleared out. Graduation was over and a new generation was stepping into their new lives. Olivia found her parents and gave them a hug. Lucas complained about how boring the ceremony was and she laughed and agreed.
Liv stepped away from the school and into her parents’ car. Honestly, she was a little surprised at how quickly it had all gone by. It was like everything had been going by so quickly lately. Ever since she started letting Madeline hypnotize her… She could almost see Madeline’s pocket-watch swinging back and forth in front of her eyes.
It felt good to think about it. Olivia almost felt tempted to let a hand slip beneath her gown, but there was no way she could get away with it.
Instead, she just let herself zone out and remember her dream from this morning as Lucas and her dad chatted all the way home.
She’d have to change her panties again when they got there.
* * *
Samantha smiled as Liv and Lucas ran off to their rooms to change, and then followed Mark into their bedroom. Mark began slipping on his tuxedo and Samantha put on the cocktail dress she’d picked out.
It was kind of cute that Liv wanted a themed graduation party. All her friends would be doing the classic potluck plus cake thing, but Liv said she wanted something memorable. They had decided on casino night. The whole family would be dressed to the nines. They’d serve mocktails and let guests play games using custom poker chips with Liv’s senior pictures on them. Liv had even found a roulette wheel online that Mark couldn’t say no to buying.
It was going to be fun. It was going to be normal. Maybe the last normal thing before…
Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls.
She could see it in her mind’s eye. The girl kneeling before Julian. She wouldn’t let herself think about the girl’s face…
Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls.
She could see it in her mind’s eye. The girl kneeling before Julian. She wouldn’t let herself think about the girl’s face…
“Hey Sam, where’s your ring?”
Samantha blinked a few times as she let Mark’s question pull her from that terrible thought. She looked over to the vanity. Her eyes fell on the dusty spot where the ring had been.
The spot was empty. The ring was gone.
That’s right… I took it and…
Sam started speaking automatically.
“Yeah… I’m so sorry Mark…” She felt crocodile tears welling up and threw her arms around her husband. “I lost it last week and… I was hoping I’d find it before you noticed…”
His arms tightened around her. Despite everything, there was one inescapable fact about Samantha’s husband.
He loved her. No matter what, he loved her.
Samantha was surprised to feel more tears form. This was just an act. Wasn’t it?
“Don’t worry honey, it’ll turn up. Even if it doesn’t, we can get a replacement.”
The ghost of Sam remembered her wedding day. Sliding the ring onto Mark’s finger. Feeling the warmth of the gold band as Mark slid one onto her finger. She remembered smiling through tears as she realized how tightly he must have been holding it. About how that warmth was as much symbol of their love as the ring itself.
The tears fell from her cheeks as she tried not to think about what she’d done with the ring.
“I love you,” Sam said as she wrapped her arms around her husband.
“I love you so much, Mark.”
* * *
The sun was beginning to set and the party was still going well. Samantha excused herself from the backyard “bar” where she had been making mocktails for Liv’s friends and walked around the side of the house. They had spent hours, the night before, setting up string lights all around the back yard and it was finally time to plug them in.
As the lights came on, Samantha noticed a parked black car that she hadn’t been aware of. It looked so familiar in front of her house. Samantha remembered…
Mantra One: Hypnosis quiets the noise inside me.
She remembered touching herself in the back of that car while Julian made her recite the first twenty mantras.
Samantha felt her heartbeat pounding as the two figures stepped out of the car.
“Good evening, Samantha, I’m so glad we were able to make it. Will you show us where we’re supposed to go?”
Samantha’s heartbeat was pounding faster. She watched Madeline step out of the car. She remembered Liv saying Madeline was going to be her new tutor. She remembered forcing the ghost of Sam down as her old self tried to protest. She remembered forcing herself to forget what Julian had told her, night after night, before she came home to Mark. This wasn’t really happening. This wasn’t happening.
She was safe.
Her family was safe.
Mantra Two: In trance, I feel safe.
Samantha felt her panties starting to dampen. She tried not to think about it. Instead she looked back to Julian who was still waiting for her to show them to the party.
“Yes…” she said out loud.
“Master,” she whispered under her breath.
* * *
“Oh my god! Madeline!” Liv yelled as she ran over to give the woman a hug. Madeline tenderly wrapped her hands around the girl while smiling sweetly.
“You did it. I’m so proud of you, Liv,” she said while patting the young woman on the back.
Samantha watched the scene unfold, completely frozen, unsure what to do.
She knew the “Calculus tutor” thing was a lie. She knew that Liv had been spending a lot of time with Madeline lately. She knew that Julian knew this too.
It should be so easy to put the pieces together, but for some reason, she couldn’t.
Like she wasn’t allowed to even consider the thought.
Like she wasn’t allowed to even consider the thought.
Mantra Seventeen: My thoughts are gifts given to me by my Master.
Mark walked up to Julian and stuck out his hand.
“Hey there, I’m Mark, Liv’s dad. Looks like you already met Sam.”
Samantha stared, unblinking, as Julian took her husband's hand and shook it; the knowing smile never leaving his face.
“Hi,” he said almost timidly, “I’m Julian, Madeline’s B.F.” He actually said the letters instead of the word “boyfriend”.
Was Julian always this way and I never noticed? Or is this meek thing just an act for Mark?
Mark turned and took Madeline’s hand and shook it.
“So glad to finally meet you. I can’t believe how well Liv’s been doing since she started working with you. It really means a lot that you’ve spent so much time helping her.”
Samantha felt cold as she heard Madeline laugh.
“It was really no trouble at all. It felt good to help a young woman like Ms. Olivia here come into her own. I was actually having fun with it by the end.”
Mark smiled.
Foolishly, Mark smiled along with the people around him.
Everyone was in on the joke except for him. Everyone knew. Everyone knew that…
Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls.
Samantha felt Mark’s hand on her shoulder before she could think that terrible forbidden thought.
“Hey Sam, isn’t Madeline your friend from yoga? Aren’t you gonna say hi?”
Samantha forced herself to reach out her hand to Madeline.
“H-hi, Madeline–” In an instant, Madeline had embraced her.
“Sam! I’m so glad you invited us! It’s so good to finally meet your family!”
Samantha remembered taking the invitations. She remembered being so perfectly entranced as she handed them to Julian.
She could only imagine how beautifully blank her face must have looked when she did.
She couldn’t remember the look on Julian’s face as he took the card and looked at Olivia’s senior photo on it.
Olivia?
That same image appeared in her mind again. Curly brown hair flowing back and forth as the kneeling woman’s head bobbed–
“Hey Sam?” Madeline asked, “Think you could show me the way to the bathroom?”
Samantha didn’t want to leave. Didn’t want to leave Mark and Liv with Julian.
A firm hand gripped her shoulder and squeezed. He always did this when–
Oh God, Mark. Please. Not now…
“Come on, Samantha, be a good host,” Mark said in that faux-dominant tone he used to tease her, “Just take her inside and show her where to go.”
Upon hearing her true name, Samantha no longer saw Mark before her. It didn’t matter if Julian was introducing himself to Liv. The other Julian had given her an order.
Mantra Seven: It feels good when someone else decides for me.
“Yes… Master,” she said out loud.
She didn’t look to see how Mark reacted to her saying that out loud. It didn’t matter. Not really.
Everyone around already knew she was hypnotized. Even if she wouldn’t let herself admit that Liv knew.
She didn’t think about how she knew that Liv knew.
She had been given an order. She took Madeline by the hand and led her inside. Mark went off to greet one of his work friends who had stopped by and Julian was striking up a conversation with Liv.
Samantha felt her whole world beginning to collapse.
“We’re going upstairs, Samantha,” Madeline said.
Samantha merely followed her mistress up the stairs. It was familiar. Samantha remembered the first time they went into the bedroom together.
Back when she had been afraid of pussy.
As they crossed the threshold into the bedroom, Madeline casually ordered, “Samantha, recite mantra twenty-five.”
There was no stopping it. She had to obey. And Samantha had no fear of anyone hearing what she said next.
“The only thing I like more than pussy, is my master’s cock.”
Madeline unclipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor.
She wasn’t wearing any panties underneath.
Samantha licked her lips, unable to be anything but excited for what was going to come next.
* * *
“Wow! You even have a roulette wheel? I love these things. You ever just watch it spin, Liv?”
“Just focus on the white double-zero and let your eyes follow it…”
“Yes… round and round… just like that… it almost feels familiar doesn’t it…”
“That’s a good girl, Olivia. Now, why don’t you just whisper Mantra Eleven for me…”
* * *
“Mantra Eleven: Pleasure is obedience. Obedience is pleasure,” Samantha gasped out as she licked Madeline’s pussy.
Madeline reached down and placed her hand on Samantha’s head. Then, she grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled Samantha’s face against her pussy as she humped it. She didn’t care about Samantha’s tongue, she was just rubbing her juices over the woman’s face. Marking her like the thing she was.
“That’s. A. Good. Girl,” Madeline moaned as she rolled her hips.
Samantha could imagine how she looked, covered in girl-juice. A mindless slave, too brainwashed to enjoy her own daughter’s graduation. Instead, she was having lesbian sex on her marriage bed. She had no idea how she’d explain the smell of the other woman to Mark, but that didn’t matter right now. Nothing mattered right now.
Nothing except pleasuring her mistress.
“Say it again, Samantha. You know which one.”
She did. It was the same mantra Julian had made her repeat thousands of times over the past month.
“Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls.”
Samantha felt more juices flowing out of Madeline. She pulled her head back and looked at the pussy she had been pleasuring. It was so wet and puffy. It was opening on its own. And then closing again.
Opening and closing with such intensity. Madeline was trembling. She always did this right before she came.
Mantra Twenty-Two: I love girls by my Master’s will.
Samantha knew exactly how to push her mistress over the edge.
The new mantra wasn’t one she remembered learning. But she knew she had spoken it so many times during the sessions Julian didn’t let her remember. The words felt so familiar on her tongue.
“Mantra Twenty-Eight: I’ll do anything for him, even this.”
Madeline arched her back. She had to have been so close now. “Say it again, Samantha”
“Mantra Twenty-Eight: I’ll do anything for him, even this!” Samantha nearly yelled the mantra into Madeline’s pussy as her mistress’s toes curled and she started to squirt all over Samantha.
It was on the bed, on her dress, some of it even made its way onto the carpet.
Samantha’s face was a complete mess.
Madeline yanked Samantha up by her hair and pulled her into a deep kiss, clearly not caring about the taste of her own juices.
Mantra Twenty-Three: Obedience makes women beautiful.
Samantha leaned into the kiss and knew this was Julian’s will. All of this was Julian’s will.
Her pussy was flowing. She felt so empty. She needed to be satisfied so badly.
Madeline broke the kiss.
“Say it again for me, Samantha.”
The housewife obeyed.
“Mantra Twenty-Eight: I’ll do anything for him, even this.”
It was such a joy to say it. She had been conditioned so hard on this mantra lately. The thrill of obedience was so unlike what she had felt before.
Madeline smiled in a sinister way, unlike anything Samantha had seen before.
“Do you mean that, Samantha?”
Her pussy was so empty it almost hurt.
“Yes… Mistress…”
Madeline grabbed the chair from the vanity and dragged it over to the curtained window on the far corner of the bedroom.
“Sit down, Samantha.”
Samantha obeyed. The familiar stain from years of reinforcement took its familiar place between her legs. This vanity chair was where she felt most enslaved.
“Say the mantra again,” Madeline said as she moved between Samantha’s legs.
“Mantra Twenty-Eight: I’ll do anything for him, even this.”
Madeline started licking, and as she did, she reached back and opened the curtains. Samantha didn’t see at first. Her eyes were closed as Madeline’s tongue teased and flicked her clit.
“Look, Samantha,”
Samantha opened her eyes, and immediately saw what she was meant to see.
In the backyard was Liv, wearing the blue prom dress she had insisted would be perfect for casino night, leaning her head against Julian’s shoulder.
Julian’s mouth was moving as he said something to Liv. The two of them were standing in front of the spinning roulette wheel.
In Samantha’s mind, it looked so much like a spiral. It felt good to look at the spiral.
Mantra Thirteen: My body responds best when I am hypnotized.
Mantra Thirteen: My body responds best when I am hypnotized.
Madeline’s tongue was already getting her close.
“Say it again, Samantha. Say your brand new mantra again.”
She could see Liv’s eyes drooping. She could see the familiar blank expression on her daughter’s face. The same one she’d seen in the vanity mirror so many times…
Oh god. It was really happening.
Liv…
“Say it!” her mistress ordered.
“Mantra Twenty-Eight: I’ll do anything for him…” Samantha arched her back as she started to crest. “Even this!”
Samantha exploded all over Madeline’s face. It was an intense but fast orgasm. Not really satisfying and over before she could really enjoy it.
Still, Madeline was completely soaked with lust. She smiled as Samantha’s juices dripped off her face, and told the horrified woman what was going to happen next.
“You’re going to finish her programming, Samantha. You can remember now.”
The memories came flooding back. Memories of all those sessions Julian had told her to forget. Those sessions that prepared her for something her inner self would try to resist. Something that would make the mother inside her scream and kick and do everything she could to try to drag herself back to the surface. It would have been too dangerous for Samantha to learn this any sooner. She might have had a chance to escape. Might have had a chance to stop this.
But it was too late for that. It was too late to stop. She had worked so hard to bury Sam. She wanted to hate this, wanted to scream at Madeline that they wouldn’t take her family away.
But she couldn’t.
She was too brainwashed.
Instead, she said the only thing that made sense.
“Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls.”
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