Samantha
Chapter 2 - Reawakening
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
It was harder than she expected to get out of the car. Julian had parked and a blank faced woman had opened the door for him. The blank faced woman now held her door open. Sam had masturbated herself into Samantha on the way over, but seeing another woman, blank and mindless, the way Sam wanted to be was… unnerving.
Is she playing or did she go all the way? Sam couldn’t help but imagine herself dressed in a French maid dress, opening the car door as Julian walked another girl into his house.
Is she playing or did she go all the way? Sam couldn’t help but imagine herself dressed in a French maid dress, opening the car door as Julian walked another girl into his house.
She slowly got out of the car. She tried to use the bottom of her dress to wipe up the mess that had run down her thighs. As she did, the blank-faced woman bent over and began cleaning the inside of the car. Her maid outfit left little room for modesty, and Sam could see the outline of the woman’s pussy through the soaking white panties. The blank-faced woman was everything Samantha wanted to be.
A memory came roaring back from college. Sam, no Samantha had been masturbating and reinforcing mantra twenty as she had been told. She was staring straight ahead and saying the words over and over.
“Mantra Twenty: Every part of me belongs to him. Forever.”
“Mantra Twenty: Every part of me belongs to him. Forever.”
“Mantra Twenty: Every part of me belongs to him. Forever.”
Her pleasure didn’t rise or crest or fall as she did this. She was too far gone for that. Julian had given her an edible before they started and that always made the fantasy more intense. Right now she really believed she was Samantha. She really believed she was hypnotized, and that was just as good as it being real. She didn’t react when Julian walked in. To her own surprise, she also didn’t react when a woman walked in.
Sam didn’t remember the girl’s face, but she was different from the girl cleaning the car. Different body, different voice, whoever it was, she wasn’t amused to see Samantha reinforcing herself.
“What the fuck? I didn’t agree to this kink shit Julian!”
“You agreed to a threesome right? So long as my girlfriend is ok with it? That’s what you said. Look at her, she’s ok with anything I tell her.”
“Yeah, because she’s into some mega submissive shit. Look man, I’m down to take cock and lick pussy, but this just ain't for me. I’m gonna go.”
Samantha heard the familiar tick… tick… of Julian’s pocket watch as he pulled it out.
Her pleasure didn’t rise or crest or fall as she did this. She was too far gone for that. Julian had given her an edible before they started and that always made the fantasy more intense. Right now she really believed she was Samantha. She really believed she was hypnotized, and that was just as good as it being real. She didn’t react when Julian walked in. To her own surprise, she also didn’t react when a woman walked in.
Sam didn’t remember the girl’s face, but she was different from the girl cleaning the car. Different body, different voice, whoever it was, she wasn’t amused to see Samantha reinforcing herself.
“What the fuck? I didn’t agree to this kink shit Julian!”
“You agreed to a threesome right? So long as my girlfriend is ok with it? That’s what you said. Look at her, she’s ok with anything I tell her.”
“Yeah, because she’s into some mega submissive shit. Look man, I’m down to take cock and lick pussy, but this just ain't for me. I’m gonna go.”
Samantha heard the familiar tick… tick… of Julian’s pocket watch as he pulled it out.
“How can you be sure? You wanna try it?”
SLAP
The door slammed. The girl left. The part of her that was Sam felt mortified. A stranger just saw her acting out her fetish. Sam wanted to crawl into a hole and die, but Sam wasn’t in control right now, Samantha was. Samantha continued to obey.
“Mantra Twenty: Every part of me belongs to him. Forever.”
“Samantha shut the fuck up!” Julian yelled as he turned away. He knew this would wake her up. She knew he wouldn’t want her to see his face until he regained his composure.
Samantha’s fingers slowed then stopped as her mind left the trance, her pussy was raw. She wasn’t wet anymore and her throat was so parched. Julian hadn’t offered her any water after they had sex. Her wetness, the mantras, the edible… she was probably dehydrated and she had been rubbing her pussy for an hour. She felt light-headed. It’d be a few days before she could comfortably have sex again.
“Mantra Twenty: Every part of me belongs to him. Forever.”
“Samantha shut the fuck up!” Julian yelled as he turned away. He knew this would wake her up. She knew he wouldn’t want her to see his face until he regained his composure.
Samantha’s fingers slowed then stopped as her mind left the trance, her pussy was raw. She wasn’t wet anymore and her throat was so parched. Julian hadn’t offered her any water after they had sex. Her wetness, the mantras, the edible… she was probably dehydrated and she had been rubbing her pussy for an hour. She felt light-headed. It’d be a few days before she could comfortably have sex again.
Besides that there was Julian.
“Hey,” Sam coughed and fell down as she tried to stand. She stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the tap. She cupped her hands and drank some water, trying to ignore her own scent on her hands as she did. She could talk now at least.
“Hey Julian, what the fuck was that?” she asked wearily. The full reality was hitting Sam now. “You brought some girl I never met over for a threesome?”
Julian scowled, “Don’t talk to me like that Samantha–”
“We’re not roleplaying right now so don’t call me Samantha!” She erupted before breaking into another coughing fit. Julian tried not to smile as she recovered and drank more water. He waited for her to finish before resuming.
“Sam, an opportunity arose and I wanted to take advantage of it–” Sam began to talk over him.
“You wanted to take advantage of me!” Sam yelled, her throat finally clear. “I’ve told you so many times I’m not into girls–”
“You wanted to take advantage of me!” Sam yelled, her throat finally clear. “I’ve told you so many times I’m not into girls–”
“I know Samantha!” Julian interrupted her, “but if you really wanted to submit to me then that shouldn’t matter!” Sam was stunned. The silence hung in the air for a solid five seconds while Sam figured out what to say.
“Julian, I’m into hypnosis because I like being with someone I can trust so much that I can feel safe letting them mess with my head.” Sam took a breath and said, “You broke that trust.”
She grabbed her bra and started putting it on. Julian stood and watched. Fiddling with the pocketwatch in his hand. Sam averted her eyes from it as she struggled to dress herself.
Sam’s hands were shaking as she tried to clasp her bra. She missed the clasp over and over. Eventually she got one of the buckles and decided that was good enough. She grabbed her blouse and threw it on. Realizing she wouldn’t be able to button it
up with her hands shaking so much. Fuck her shirt, she needed to leave. Sam ripped off the blouse and threw it into the trash. She grabbed her jacket and zipped it up over her bra.
“Hey Samantha, I don’t think you need to be so stressed about this. All that anger is just noise in your head. You could easily quiet it by going back to mantra one.” Julian was smirking, he actually expected this to work.
Mantra One: Hypnosis quiets the noise inside me.
Mantra One: Hypnosis quiets the noise inside me.
God, it almost did.
“Fuck you Julian. We’re done.” Sam slipped her pants on and carried her shoes out of the apartment. She could put them on later, she just wanted to be out of here now. Julian was silent as she walked, but Samantha’s voice was coaxing her to go back. She couldn’t get the thought out of her head.
How hot would it be to go crawling back to him now, begging to submit?
“Fuck you Julian. We’re done.” Sam slipped her pants on and carried her shoes out of the apartment. She could put them on later, she just wanted to be out of here now. Julian was silent as she walked, but Samantha’s voice was coaxing her to go back. She couldn’t get the thought out of her head.
How hot would it be to go crawling back to him now, begging to submit?
She slammed the door but swore she could still hear Julian’s pocketwatch ticking. She turned a corner and went down the stairs to the ground floor of Julian’s apartment complex. Sam sat down on the bottom step, and began putting her shoes on. She felt just a little safer now that she couldn’t see or hear his apartment.
God damnit Julian. Sam was on the verge of tears. The thought of having a threesome with a girl, of having a girl pressed into her, it made her so uncomfortable. Julian knew this. Julian kept pestering her about this and she always said no.
God damnit Julian. Sam was on the verge of tears. The thought of having a threesome with a girl, of having a girl pressed into her, it made her so uncomfortable. Julian knew this. Julian kept pestering her about this and she always said no.
Mantra Thirteen: My body responds best when I am hypnotized.
Would Samantha say no? God, what if that girl had been into what Julian was doing? Sam imagined herself lying on her back as the girl ground her pussy into Samantha’s mouth. Sam imagined herself surfacing for air, drenched in the girl’s juices. It would be utterly disgusting yet… yet…
Samantha would do it.
Samantha would do it because Julian told her to, and Samantha always did as she was told.
“Mantra Eleven: Pleasure is obedience. Obedience is pleasure.” Sam whispered to herself and felt a small shiver. The image of the girl riding her face playing over and over. Samantha would get off to it because Julian told her to.
Samantha would do it.
Samantha would do it because Julian told her to, and Samantha always did as she was told.
“Mantra Eleven: Pleasure is obedience. Obedience is pleasure.” Sam whispered to herself and felt a small shiver. The image of the girl riding her face playing over and over. Samantha would get off to it because Julian told her to.
It was terrifying, and that’s what made it hot.
She cut herself off from him completely. Sam moved in with a friend and changed her number. She was too scared of what Julian might push her to do, of what she would love doing for him. Because that submissive thrill of being Samantha, the near-sacred high of obedience, could push her to do things she’d regret forever.
Sam knew this twenty years ago when she broke up with Julian, and she knew it twenty minutes ago when she got in his car. As the blank-eyed woman cleaned the car to perfection, Samantha followed Julian into his house.
God, why was she doing this? Why was she following her ex into his house while her husband was at work?
“Samantha.” Julian spoke as they walked into the foyer.
Oh, that’s why. Mark doesn’t call me Samantha.
Oh, that’s why. Mark doesn’t call me Samantha.
She hesitated, but It felt so terribly good to speak the words, “Yes… Master?”
Julian didn’t bother to look at her, he just led her through his surprisingly average house towards the stairs. “The hypnosis seems to be stronger than it used to. Surprising considering it’s been so long. Do you still do the reinforcement rituals?”
Sam wished she said no. Hell, even saying yes would’ve been preferable, but Sam wasn’t in control right now. Samantha responded the way Julian wanted her to.
“Mantra Five: I want to be hypnotized again. I always want to be hypnotized again.” Her clit throbbed. Sam suddenly remembered that she wasn’t wearing panties. Julian smiled.
Sam wished she said no. Hell, even saying yes would’ve been preferable, but Sam wasn’t in control right now. Samantha responded the way Julian wanted her to.
“Mantra Five: I want to be hypnotized again. I always want to be hypnotized again.” Her clit throbbed. Sam suddenly remembered that she wasn’t wearing panties. Julian smiled.
“Beautiful,” he said as he led her up the stairs. Samantha walked into what would become her favorite room in his house.
It was a simple attic bedroom with a hardwood floor. There was an attached bathroom and bed in the corner. A diffuser was emitting a strong lavender scent. Sam remembered right before their breakup that Julian had mentioned linking trance to certain scents. Sam realized he’d had twenty years to improve his craft. Just how powerful was his hypnotism now?
In the center of the room was a doctor’s examination table. A wooden table with drawers and a reclined seat on top, just like at any doctor’s office. Then Sam noticed the stirrups and corrected herself, just like at any gynecologist’s office. The key difference was the paper that would be pulled over to keep the table clean was missing. Instead, there was a circular stain right at the seat of the table. Just like her vanity chair at home.
“Lie down on the table, Samantha.”
“Lie down on the table, Samantha.”
Samantha obeyed. She didn’t even need to be told to put her feet in the stirrups. It was as if the design of the table was holding her legs apart. All of her modesty and resistance failed to overcome the mere design of the table.Her dress hung open and she was bared completely to Julian. No, it was more than that; she wasn’t just naked, she was displayed before him. She absentmindedly wondered if in their twenty years if Mark had ever seen this much of her.
“You may touch yourself if you wish,” Julian said softly as he opened the bottom drawer and began rustling around. Samantha’s hands moved down and began tracing circles around her clit. She realized it was so much easier to draw her clit from her hood. This felt better than touching herself at home. Oh my god she was doing this. Completely spread open, masturbating in front of her ex. Still so weak before his power. It was her rage that allowed her to escape him last time, but that was so long ago.
“You may touch yourself if you wish,” Julian said softly as he opened the bottom drawer and began rustling around. Samantha’s hands moved down and began tracing circles around her clit. She realized it was so much easier to draw her clit from her hood. This felt better than touching herself at home. Oh my god she was doing this. Completely spread open, masturbating in front of her ex. Still so weak before his power. It was her rage that allowed her to escape him last time, but that was so long ago.
How many nights had she dreamed of him finding her? How many days had she masturbated at her vanity while watching her thrift store pendulum rewrite her thoughts. Such a poor imitation of the glorious, spiral carved pocketwatch that Julian used to claim her. The pocket watch that even two decades later, she could envision with perfect clarity.
When she saw it drop in front of her eyes, Sam had no doubt it was the exact same pocket watch that Julian swung before her twenty years ago.
Tick… tick… tick…
Tick… tick… tick…
Samantha grinned, Sam never stood a chance.
* * *
The next few hours were a blur, Julian had started by hypnotizing her and as soon as she was completely entranced, he gave her an edible. Not a brownie like he used to in college, but some kind of salt water taffy with a strong aftertaste of hemp. He didn’t take it out of a wrapper. In the depths of her mind, Sam wondered if it was homemade. She wondered how strong it was, Samantha didn’t care, she stuck out her tongue and let Julian place it. She thanked him as she chewed.
Now, the familiar high was flowing through her body making every touch and site more intense. Sam’s tolerance was shot and even so, something about this weed felt different than what she experienced in college. Julian had now set up a projector and was showing a spiral on the blank wall. Samantha felt like she was falling in as she spoke mantra after mantra of devotion to her master. She wasn’t sure what all Julian had said to her when he hypnotized her earlier, but there was one mantra she wanted to repeat above all others as she coaxed out orgasm after orgasm.
“Mantra Eighteen: My past is irrelevant. I exist to be trained.”
“Mantra Eighteen: My past is irrelevant. I exist to be trained.”
“Mantra Eighteen: My past is irrelevant. I exist to be trained.”
Her final orgasm made her squirt. She forgot that she could sometimes squirt when she was stoned. She and Mark had never been stoned together and even if they had, Mark had never gotten her this worked up before. With or without drugs.
She felt a soft hand lift her leg out of the stirrup and onto the footstep. She hadn’t realized her leg was numb until the woman moved it. Samantha looked down from the spiral on the wall and saw the maid from earlier helping her other leg out of the stirrup.
“Your programming session has ended, there is an Uber waiting to take you home,” the maid said in a soft voice. She wasn’t quite monotone like Sam dreamed a brainwashed slave would be, but the submission in the woman’s voice was unmistakable. The woman was clearly so deep in trance, and based on both the smell of arousal cutting through lavender and the look of almost strained euphoria on her face, the woman loved what she had become.
“You’re… Maddy aren’t you?” Sam was surprised she remembered, “Did we have some classes together in college?” Sam saw a flicker in the euphoria, as if the question confused her. Sam wondered if she was misremembering.
“Mantra Eighteen: My past is irrelevant. I exist to be trained.”
“Mantra Eighteen: My past is irrelevant. I exist to be trained.”
“Mantra Eighteen: My past is irrelevant. I exist to be trained.”
Her final orgasm made her squirt. She forgot that she could sometimes squirt when she was stoned. She and Mark had never been stoned together and even if they had, Mark had never gotten her this worked up before. With or without drugs.
She felt a soft hand lift her leg out of the stirrup and onto the footstep. She hadn’t realized her leg was numb until the woman moved it. Samantha looked down from the spiral on the wall and saw the maid from earlier helping her other leg out of the stirrup.
“Your programming session has ended, there is an Uber waiting to take you home,” the maid said in a soft voice. She wasn’t quite monotone like Sam dreamed a brainwashed slave would be, but the submission in the woman’s voice was unmistakable. The woman was clearly so deep in trance, and based on both the smell of arousal cutting through lavender and the look of almost strained euphoria on her face, the woman loved what she had become.
“You’re… Maddy aren’t you?” Sam was surprised she remembered, “Did we have some classes together in college?” Sam saw a flicker in the euphoria, as if the question confused her. Sam wondered if she was misremembering.
Then the maid said “No, Maddy is dead. I am Madeline.” The euphoria was visible again on the woman’s face as she climbed onto the table and put her own feet in the stirrups. Sam could see the wet panties from earlier were gone as Madeline started masturbating. Sam struggled not to say the words with her.
“Mantra Three: Each time I go under, I feel more like myself.”
“Mantra Three: Each time I go under, I feel more like myself.”
Sam heard Julian walk into the room, she only then noticed the difference between the stain on this table compared to her vanity chair. There was clearly a white cum stain in the center.
Sam stepped back as Julian, now naked, walked between Madeline’s open legs and entered her.
“Yeeessssss!” The girl screamed just like Samantha used to. Then she changed mantras.
“Mantra Three: Each time I go under, I feel more like myself.”
“Mantra Three: Each time I go under, I feel more like myself.”
Sam heard Julian walk into the room, she only then noticed the difference between the stain on this table compared to her vanity chair. There was clearly a white cum stain in the center.
Sam stepped back as Julian, now naked, walked between Madeline’s open legs and entered her.
“Yeeessssss!” The girl screamed just like Samantha used to. Then she changed mantras.
“I love being used by the one who controls me,” Madeline spoke aloud.
“I love being used by the one who controls me,” Sam whispered with her. She reached down and felt her own pussy. A little sore on the outside but fine on the inside. She felt her wetness then lifted up her hand to examine it. No cum. She realized in shameful disappointment that Julian never fucked her.
“I love being used by the one who controls me,” Sam whispered with her. She reached down and felt her own pussy. A little sore on the outside but fine on the inside. She felt her wetness then lifted up her hand to examine it. No cum. She realized in shameful disappointment that Julian never fucked her.
She looked back to Julian, no longer the horny college boy just thrilled to be inside a woman. He stood proudly over Madeline who was clearly doing her best to impale herself on his cock. He only gave a small thrust each time she slid into him. He was clearly enjoying himself, but Madeline was something else.
Sam couldn’t help but remember the videos of faith healers she used to watch. She never believed in actual faith healing, but the idea that a person’s mind could have that much control over their body with full belief… It was so much like hypnosis wasn’t it? What struck Sam about those videos though, was the expression on the people’s faces. They truly believed that God had acted through the minister and healed their bodies. They truly believed they had tangibly interacted with God.
Sam couldn’t help but remember the videos of faith healers she used to watch. She never believed in actual faith healing, but the idea that a person’s mind could have that much control over their body with full belief… It was so much like hypnosis wasn’t it? What struck Sam about those videos though, was the expression on the people’s faces. They truly believed that God had acted through the minister and healed their bodies. They truly believed they had tangibly interacted with God.
Sam had never seen that look on anyone else’s face, until now.
It was too much. She realized the trance had ended a while ago, and Samantha hadn’t controlled her body since she got out of the chair. The edible was still affecting her as she did all she could to get down the stairs without falling. She got out the front door where a pristine red Honda Civic with an Uber sticker waited. She got into the back seat.
“Samantha?” The driver said through a thick Eastern-European accent.
“Samantha?” The driver said through a thick Eastern-European accent.
Sam considered correcting him, but she didn’t want him to think he was picking up the wrong person. Instead she just lowered her head and meekly said, “Yes.”
The driver nodded, and took her home. She tried not to leave a mess on his seat.