Samantha

Chapter 3 - Delivered

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 4:30 when the driver dropped Sam off at home. To her relief, her own car was the only one in the driveway. Liv and Mark were still out. Sam stumbled in, and found her phone on the couch. She pulled up her to-do list. She had to be at Lincoln Heights Middle School by 5:00 to get Lucas to tennis practice. Half of her intended cleaning wasn’t done, and she had done nothing to prep dinner.

She also reeked of sex.

As fast as she could, Sam sprinted upstairs and dropped her dress into the laundry basket. She paused for a second and then pushed it down further, stuffing the dress under Mark’s workout clothes. Confident that whatever smell of her arousal still lingered would vanish in Mark’s gym funk, she hopped in the shower. Sam skipped washing her hair and ran out of the shower at 4:45. She had just enough time to get to Lincoln Heights.

As she drove, the adrenaline began to fade. Her thoughts began to drift back to Julian. She reluctantly began to think about what it felt like to watch his pocket-watch swinging… Of course she couldn’t help thinking about what happened today, but she still couldn’t help but feel a little concerned when she realized she didn’t remember the last 4 stoplights. Almost as if she was still hypnotized…

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

Saman–no Sam shook her head trying to forget the words as she pulled up to the school’s parking lot. She wasn’t Samantha right now. She was a moth-

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

Oh god… I can’t stop…

Her heart fluttered, and her grip on the wheel loosened as if she was falling back into trance. She imagined just leaving the school right now. She could drive to Julian’s house and beg him to take her mind away. God, was she really thinking that herself… or had Julian planted in her mind while she rubbed circle after circle after circle… Samantha heard herself speaking out loud.

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

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

“My thoughts are gifts given to me by my–”

The passenger door opened, and Lucas slid in the car. He had a big smile on his face as he shoved yesterday’s Algebra test in her face. A big red “100%” where the zeroes had been transformed into a smiley face was circled at the top. Sam flinched as she was shaken out of trance.

“Hey Mom, you said if I got an A, I could pick the dinner. Since I got a hundred, can we order pizza after practice?”

Oh thank god, an out.

“That seems fair to me,” Sam said slowly, still regaining her senses. “Where do you want pizza from?” Sam asked as she started driving towards the university tennis courts. As Lucas began weighing the pros and cons of every pizza place within the city limits, Sam forced herself to listen. She wouldn’t risk zoning out again.

* * *

While Lucas was at practice, Sam was able to get some grocery shopping done. She had planned to do the shopping tomorrow, but this would let her catch up on chores during the extra time. She diligently stayed focused. Mantras only slipped into her thoughts four times, and never for more than two repetitions. She called in a carryout order at Antonio’s Pizza, Lucas’s final, highly self-debated choice, and went to pick up her son.

Lucas limped up to the car and dragged himself inside, his knee scraped up and badly swollen. For the first time all day, Samantha was completely gone. Sam, the mother, was in full control. Without a second to spare, she was digging rubbing alcohol and gauze out of the grocery bags. Sam got to work right there in the parking lot.

“Thanks Mom, I’m really glad you’re always here to take care of me,” Lucas said while wincing through the pain of the rubbing alcohol.

“You know I always will be,” Sam said smiling.

* * *

“All right, pizza!” Mark’s voice rang out as Sam and Lucas walked in. “I take it that means you got the A?”

“I got a hundred!” Lucas high-fived his dad as he walked in. Mark caught his hand and flipped the high-five into a handshake.

“I’m proud of you buddy,” Mark said with a wide grin on his face, shaking Lucas’s hand vigorously. Without letting go, he turned to Sam and gave her a kiss. “Is there anything that needs to go in the fridge for tomorrow?”

Sam looked at the ground. “Umm… nope. I had a feeling that Lucas would get the A. You remember how hard we studied last night.”

Please let him buy this,

Mark flashed her a finger-gun. “Great point! Great mom! Let’s have some pizza. Liv! Come on down, we're having pizza!”

* * *

Liv was out with friends, Lucas was in bed, and the small amount of dishes from dinner were almost taken care of. Sam secretly allowed herself to fall into Samantha while doing them.

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

Samantha imagined she was back in Julian’s house. She was dressed as a French maid just like Madeline, and was cleaning up after Julian invited a new girl over. She’d smile as Julian lured the new girl in.

Just like he did with her and Madeline.

From dating into hypnosis into slavery. A perfect collapse into happiness. Samantha reached for the next plate and felt her hand mechanically grasping at nothing. The disruption was enough to shake off the trance. When she came to, Sam realized that she had finished doing all the dishes while zoned out.

That realization turned her on. A lot. She felt the familiar ache, the emptiness deep inside her. Samantha was yelling at her to go to Julian’s. She could tell Mark she forgot some groceries. She’d be out less than an hour. He’d never know…

Sam stared at the dirty dishwater, and splashed some on her face. Then, disgusted, she went to the bathroom and washed her face properly. She looked in the mirror, unsure of who was looking back. She remembered the last time she was looking in her vanity mirror. She thought about her wedding ring sitting on the vanity; untouched since she left with Julian. She was still horny, and fortunately had a loving husband that could take care of that for her.

Sam tiptoed up to Mark’s study. He was sitting at his desk, holding his head up with his hand. She could see his eyes drooping as he watched a video on chess openings. She could tell he was exhausted, he didn’t notice her walk in.

She tiptoed behind him and began kissing him on the neck. He stretched and shivered at his wife’s touch. Sam kissed along the side of his neck up to his ear and began slowly nibbling on his ear lobe. Then, she sent little warm breaths in his ear in just the way she knew always drove him crazy. She could see the goosebumps on his arms.

“You know the Tennison Gambit is trash,” she said, teasing him about the chess video in between kisses, “since you’re not even learning a real opening, why don’t you come spend some time with me instead?” Sam slid her hand along Mark’s arm, feeling every single one of the goosebumps she gave him.

Mark smiled and pulled her other arm around him. “The Tennison Gambit isn’t trash, and Lucas has been playing too much of the Scandinavian lately, I think this will catch him off guard–” Mark stopped as he saw the look on his wife’s face. Her piercing eyes, her beautiful smile, all of her expression screamed how badly she wanted him.

“I’m just feeling so pent up today,” she whispered before reaching down to feel his cock. It was surprisingly soft, but she could work on that, “I think I need to perform some wifely duties to get it all out of my system.” Mark always loved that phrase, but his cock only barely twitched at her words. Sam turned his head to kiss him, but saw the bags under his bloodshot eyes. The signs of fatigue she saw but didn’t notice when she brought the pizza in earlier. She hesitated, maybe he really wasn’t up for this.

If he can’t help me… God, would I go back to Julian?

As if he knew what she was thinking, Mark pulled her in for a kiss. He was definitely trying, but the passion wasn’t there. Something about the way he moved his tongue in her mouth, she could instinctively tell he was doing it for her. She broke off the kiss.

“Assuming of course, you’re up for it?” she asked, more with her eyes than her actual words. Mark could never resist when she looked at him like this. She felt his cock begin to stiffen, but not as much as she’d like.

“Sam… I want to so badly, but I just don’t think I can today.” His eyes drifted to his briefcase before he closed out the video. “My fingers aren’t too tired though, I think I can help you with being all pent up.” Mark did his best to smile through his exhaustion, and Sam appreciated the effort.

“Well… if we’re just doing it for my benefit, there’s something I’d really like to try with you…”

She hurriedly pulled him into the bedroom, closed, and locked the door. Mark sat down on the bed and felt Sam’s fingers drag across his chest as she pulled his shirt off, followed by her own. His goosebumps returned as Sam kissed up and down his spine. Sam’s lips worked their way around his back over to his chest. Mark cradled her head as she planted kiss after kiss on his body, occasionally savoring their connection by lightly sucking or nibbling his skin.

“What’s got you all worked up today?” Mark asked as he rubbed his hand in circles along Sam’s back. He found the buckles on her bra strap, and unclasped them one by one.

Sam pulled off her bra and wrapped her arms around her husband. She pulled her body against his. His warm skin felt incredible against her breasts, and she knew he loved feeling her breasts against his skin. Sam was painfully aware she was compensating for her afternoon with Julian. She still hadn’t decided if she was really even to blame or not.

Either way, it didn’t matter. She couldn’t let go of what it felt like to be hypnotized again. She needed it again. If she could just feel this way with Mark, then she could escape Julian.

“I…” she began to speak.

Tell him the truth! He’s a good man. Tell him everything and he won’t judge you. It’s not like you actually even did anything with Julian. Just tell him the truth!

“I… just can’t stop thinking about that dream I had last night,” she said, watching as Mark’s grin faded to a more neutral expression. Not disappointed or frustrated, but clearly not happy either. “Please Mark… it’s such a strong fantasy of mine.” She began rubbing his chest as she whispered in his ear.

“You wouldn’t deny your wife who loves you so much her deepest fantasy would you?” Each word was more a breath than a whisper. This always turned Mark to puddy. Sam had thought about asking him like this for years, but she never thought it was fair. She wanted him to want to do this for her, but right now that didn’t matter. She needed him to do this. Sam needed to prove that she didn’t need Julian.

The pause seemed to last forever. Then Mark took a deep breath. “Alright Sam, what do I do?” Relief and arousal flooded Sam. She had waited years for this and she was finally getting what she needed. She threw her body onto the bed and hiked up her skirt. Legs spread, she gave Mark a view of both her body and her wetness. She suddenly realized she wasn’t wearing panties, though that didn’t seem worth thinking about.

Her fingers began tracing circles around her clit. “Just… roleplay a bit. Like a hypnotist in a movie or cartoon. Just pretend to take me into trance.” Her fingers increased their pace and she felt more wetness drawn out of her. Mark was her favorite person, and she couldn’t wait to have this experience with him. She felt the familiar warmth of her husband’s body as he pressed into her. She turned to look and saw his eyes opened so wide they bugged out of his head. Her fingers hesitated for a second as he began to speak.

“Zzam… vlook into my eyez… zyou are getting zzleepy… verzy verzy zzleeepy…” Was he serious? Was he actually speaking in a fake accent?

“You are under my power…” Oh god, now he was talking like Bela Lugosi in Dracula. Sam’s fingers began to drag against her clit as she felt herself drying.

“Zyou cannot rezizzt my pooooweir…” Scratch that, he was talking like The Count in Sesame Street. Sam's fingers began scraping painfully across her clit as she did her best to continue, but she couldn’t. There was no lubrication. She couldn’t do this. Mark was ruining her greatest fantasy when she needed him most. In a last act of desperation, Sam reached down to feel Mark’s cock. Maybe if he was at least having fun making her happy…

He was completely flaccid. She realized in utter defeat that they both hated this.

“Just… stop Mark” Sam forced out, “I can’t do this…” Sam’s despair turned to rage as she saw the smile of relief on his face. Mark kissed her on the cheek, before rolling onto his back.

“Yeah… it was pretty weird for me too. I guess I’m glad we tried, at least so that you can finally realize how weird this is.”

Was he being awful on purpose? Or did he actually believe he convinced her to be ashamed of her fetish. For the first time in her life, Sam didn’t feel the deep unshakable love for the wonderful man lying beside her. For the first time since he proposed, she wondered if he was really her soul mate.

“Did you still want me to make you cum the normal way?” Mark asked with the familiar friendly smile that so often framed his face.

“No…” Sam was scared to admit it to herself, but the thought of his hands on her… It not only made her uncomfortable, but it also scared her when she realized how uncomfortable she was. This was her husband, the man she’d spent half her life with. She needed him and he was willing to help her in his own way. Why wasn’t that good enough anymore?

“No…” she said again, “Let’s just go to bed. It’s been a long day.” Sam rolled away from him. She felt his arms enclose around her. She couldn’t help but think of them as the warm, padded bars of a prison cell.

“That sounds good… let’s have normal sex tomorrow,” Mark said lazily as he began to drift off to sleep.

“Yeah…” Sam slowly but automatically responded back; not even really thinking about what he was saying. Her eyes had drifted to her phone sitting on its charger. The small LED in the corner was flashing slowly. It was hypnotic in its own way. There was a new notification.

Julian’s name and picture hovered on her lock screen.

The phone number under his name was the same as the one he had in college. Sam realized he must have unblocked himself from her phone. On top of that, he had even added himself as a contact with a picture. Sam imagined Madeline holding the phone up to her while Julian swung his pocket-watch. Her wetness returned as she imagined herself, mindlessly typing in the lock-code before handing it back to Madeline, all the while her gaze never left the slow swing of the pocket-watch.

Tick… tick… tick…

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

Samantha felt her lips silently mouthing the words while Mark’s arms were still locked around her. She wished so badly she could say it louder. She wished so desperately that she was back in college and it was Julian’s arms around her. Despite everything he did… he never let her go to bed unsatisfied…

Samantha slowly pulled Mark’s arms off of her, his snoring a sure sign that he was out cold. She reached over and unlocked her phone.

>If you want more, you’ll come back tomorrow at 10:00 AM. If I don’t see you, I’ll turn my attention elsewhere.

Sam shivered as Mark’s warm breath hit the cold sweat on her neck. Julian wasn’t going to hypnotize her into cheating on Mark. That’s why he never touched her today. He was going to make her decide to cheat on Mark all on her own.

Samantha’s hand slowly reached down between her thighs as she painfully considered Julian’s offer. Mark’s arm wrapped back around her. Even unconsciously, he was holding her close, not wanting to let her go, not letting her escape. It wasn’t lost on her that she was wetter now than when he was actually trying to make her cum.

She held the phone with her left hand while sliding the middle finger of her right hand up and down across her slit. Her finger was soaked; the bedsheets surely were as well. Another chore for tomorrow. When she was with Julian, doing chores had been so much fun. Samantha felt her lips move on their own again as she touched herself.

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

Slowly, her thumb began to type as she rubbed faster. The pleasure built with every letter.

>Fine. I’ll be there.

God it felt incredible to type. Her orgasm had built so much further than it usually did. She still hadn’t cum yet. She needed to type more. It felt so intense to watch Samantha respond for her. She hadn’t hit send so it was still ok.

>I’ll do anything you want.

Another wave radiated out from her pussy. Sam usually used one hand to spread her labia while the other touched. With her left hand holding the phone, her right hand was just kind of pressing and mashing everywhere. It still felt better than anything Mark had done this week. She decided to type a few more words, to make the fantasy more believable.

>Don’t forget I’m married. I’ll pick my family over you every time, this only works if they never know.

God she was close! Wave after wave flowed through her body. She needed to cum so badly. How was she so pent up after what Julian did to her. As she struggled to remember the specifics of how their session ended, an intrusive thought wouldn’t be pushed away.

What if I actually sent it

That thought did more for her pleasure than her fingers. She was so close, right on the edge of release. Her fingers were sliding across her pussy now, unable to get any traction. She felt the pleasure start to decrease. She needed something more. She desperately needed something more. She started drawing circles but it didn’t matter. Her hand just wasn’t enough and Mark couldn’t help her.

But Julian always would.

“Mantra Thirteen: My body responds best when I am hypnotized,” Samantha whispered without even realizing it.

The send button was right there, waiting. A single tap, and all her fantasies could become real.

Sam suddenly came into focus. What if she did send it? What if she went there tomorrow? She made it clear that she would stop if her family found out. Julian would be far more concerned with keeping her around than anything else. He wouldn’t let her family find out. He wouldn’t let his fun end.

Just do it. If you change your mind, you can always just not go tomorrow. It’ll be so hot if you hit send. Just imagine he hypnotized you to hit send. Hell just hit undo before it actually sends the message! Just hit send!

She imagined Julian swinging the pocket-watch again. She could hear his voice clearly in her mind: “Repeat Mantra Eighteen.” Samantha would obey.

“My past is irrelevant. I exist to be trained,” she said out loud. No longer caring if Mark heard her.

Sam hit send, and Samantha finally came. The waves of pleasure hit her harder than any she’d had in twenty years. She shuddered against the damp sheets and waited for the afterglow to end. All the while staring at her phone, too frozen by pleasure to do anything with it. Her own text stared back at her mockingly. Just below it, she saw the word “Undo” change to “Delivered”. She could never undo what she just did.

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