Samantha
Chapter 4 - A New Voice
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
The morning was agonizingly long, as Sam waited for everyone to leave. She made sure Lucas was up at 6:00 and ready to go with Liv by 7:00. Mark was out the door by 7:10, sure to put his energy back to good use with his job. It’s not like he needed to save any energy for her.
Sam watched the maps app on her phone with bated breath. The little M and L that represented Mark and Liv crawled across her screen away from the house. By 7:15, she was confident no one was going to suddenly realize they forgot something, and run back home. She locked the door and the deadbolt just in case. She walked into her living room, stripped naked and dropped herself into trance. It was strangely liberating to say the mantra out loud.
“Mantra Sixteen: I was never meant to be free.”
Samantha smiled as she took control of Sam’s body. Today, she would return to Julian. First, however, she needed to strengthen Julian’s hold over Sam. She gathered the clothes, and walked upstairs to sit at the vanity. The wedding ring lay on its side, untouched since yesterday. Samantha reached past it and picked up the pendulum. She took her most familiar pose, one arm swinging the pendulum while the other reinforced the words with pleasure. Her pussy was already dripping onto the seat.
“Mantra Eleven: Pleasure is obedience. Obedience is pleasure,” Samantha spoke out loud and then began to moan.
Sam wasn’t gone by any means. She felt everything Samantha did. At her core, she knew Samantha wasn’t real. She knew it was just the excuse she used to cheat on her husband, but after last night, she made a decision. She was done waiting for Mark.
Sam wasn’t gone by any means. She felt everything Samantha did. At her core, she knew Samantha wasn’t real. She knew it was just the excuse she used to cheat on her husband, but after last night, she made a decision. She was done waiting for Mark.
Samantha was hypnotizing herself in the mirror. Yet she could see the reflection of Sam speaking to her.
“How come you get to be happy and I don’t?” the reflection asked. Samantha couldn’t help but respond with a mantra.
“Mantra Ten: Control is heavy. Giving it away makes me light.” Sam moaned as she listened to Samantha’s words.
“Mantra Ten: Control is heavy. Giving it away makes me light.” Sam moaned as she listened to Samantha’s words.
“Please, don’t do that right now,” Samantha grinned but didn’t recite another one, “I… I still love Mark, but he’s just not enough anymore.” Sam felt Samantha’s pussy dripping as she admitted the truth to herself. “I… I don’t want to lose Liv and Lucas,”
“You won’t,” Samantha spoke back. Sam’s fingers stopped rubbing for a second. Samantha was someone she became. Samantha was someone who could take control of her body when she needed her to, but she had never spoken to Sam directly before.
“Haven’t I?” Samantha answered her thought.
Sam thought about last night. About her inner voice screaming to press send. That was just her fetish wasn’t it? Did Julian really create a slave personality inside of her?
“It’s time to stop pretending that,” Samantha said as she lowered the pendulum and stared in the mirror. Sam was both the woman in the mirror and the woman staring in the mirror. She felt her lips move as Samantha spoke and her words simultaneously. She didn’t fully understand what was happening but–
“--you don’t need to,” Samantha finished the sentence with a grin as she put her hand on the mirror, Sam responding in kind. The two women looked each other in the eye.
“It’s okay, Sam. You won’t lose Mark.” Sam knew Samantha meant what she said. She was Samantha after all, she would know if she was lying to herself. Samantha continued to speak, “Let me have all the fun with Julian and you can enjoy every minute of living your fetish. When you get home, you can be the adoring housewife you worked so hard to become. There’s no reason you can’t have both. I can even help.” Sam felt her eyes drift down to her phone.
Her hand slowly picked it up and opened her texts. No new read messages, but the message she sent to Julian wasn’t displaying. There was a different message instead. He had responded… and the message was already marked as read. Her fingers tapped open the conversation, and Sam finally saw the message.
Her hand slowly picked it up and opened her texts. No new read messages, but the message she sent to Julian wasn’t displaying. There was a different message instead. He had responded… and the message was already marked as read. Her fingers tapped open the conversation, and Sam finally saw the message.
>Tomorrow, do Sam’s chores for her. Let her fully enjoy what it means to be a slave. I will never share you with Mark, Samantha, but I don’t mind if you do Sam’s chores.
>even if it cleans Mark’s house.
Sam felt her phone slip from her hand. Samantha watched it fall and smiled. She got dressed and walked downstairs. She wondered with horror, how much Samantha could make her do without realizing it. Samantha ignored the thought, she was focused entirely on something else. Julian had ordered her to do Sam’s chores, and Samantha loved to obey.
“Mantra Seven: It feels good when someone else decides for me.”
Samantha walked over to the sink and began washing dishes. Sam had never been so happy to feel a sponge in her hand.
Samantha walked over to the sink and began washing dishes. Sam had never been so happy to feel a sponge in her hand.
* * *
Samantha cleaned for two hours straight. No music, no breaks, just her own repetition of mantras filled the silence. It wasn’t a blur like when she was at Julian’s house the day before. Every moment was memorable and deliberate. There were no waves of pleasure as she cleaned. The ache in her back was the same familiar ache she got every time she scrubbed down the bathroom. The grime of dishes under her fingernails was as unsettling as ever despite knowing she did this by Julian’s will.
Samantha cleaned for two hours straight. No music, no breaks, just her own repetition of mantras filled the silence. It wasn’t a blur like when she was at Julian’s house the day before. Every moment was memorable and deliberate. There were no waves of pleasure as she cleaned. The ache in her back was the same familiar ache she got every time she scrubbed down the bathroom. The grime of dishes under her fingernails was as unsettling as ever despite knowing she did this by Julian’s will.
But that was the difference. Merely knowing she did this by Julian’s command made it infinitely thrilling to her. Even more so when she compared Julian’s simple order against Mark pretending to be Count Chocula last night. Sam felt cold just remembering that. Fortunately, she could shake away the feeling easily. She just had to repeat a simple truth that wouldn’t stop echoing in her mind.
I am Samantha, and I am Julian’s slave.
That thought was as good as any orgasm, even if it felt nothing like one.
That thought was as good as any orgasm, even if it felt nothing like one.
Samantha was weeding the garden when she heard the loud TICK-TOCK of her phone.
“Of course you gave him his own notification,” Sam said out loud, surprised that she was even able to talk while Samantha was controlling her.
“Of course you can talk, it’s not like you’re gone forever or anything,” Samantha said as she dug the phone out of her pocket, “and it makes sense to give him his own notification, you don’t want to pull out your phone at the wrong time do you?”
Sam started typing in the lock-code. “Did you think maybe it would be suspicious that I have exactly one separate notification sound that I never answer around other people?” Sam said with derision. This kind of short-term thinking was going to get them caught.
Samantha smiled, and pinched her own nipple in punishment. Sam was suddenly painfully aware that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “Give me more credit, I’m just as smart as you after all.” She let Julian’s text sit unread as she went to the notification settings. She tapped custom notifications and a list appeared. Samantha scrolled slowly, giving Sam time to take it in.
>Accountant (Mr. Harkins) - Adding Machine Tally
>Angela Martin - Wine Glass Clink
>Bethany Ross - Corkscrew Twist
>Brian Reed (Mark’s Brother) - Drumroll
>Carol Taylor (Aunt Carol) - Church Organ Chord
>Claire (Hairdresser) - Scissors Snip
>Coach Ramirez - Referee Whistle
>Dad - Typewriter
>Dentist (Dr. Feldman) - Drill Whir
>Doctor Regis - Heart Rate Monitor
>Dr. Bennett (Therapist) - Soft Bell Chime
>Dr. Chen (Vet) - Cat Meow
>Drew Taylor - Basketball Buzzer
>Elise Novak - Microwave Beep
>Jennifer Taylor (Jenny) - Pop Song Ringtone Clip
>Jessica Harmon - Camera Shutter Click
>Julian - Tick-Tock
>Karen Schultz - Cash Register Ding
>LF Ethan - Video Game Power-Up
>LF Ethan's Mom Darla - Doorbell Chime
>LF Tyler - Ping-Pong Paddle Pop
>LF Tyler's Mom Heather - Washing Machine Cycle End Beep
>Lincoln Heights - School Bell Ring
>Lindsay (Yoga) - Gong Strike
>Lisa Reed (Mark’s Sister) - Violin Pluck
>Liv Reed (Olivia) - Page Flip
>Lucas Reed - Chess Piece Clack
>Jane Reed (Mark’s Mom) - Rooster Crow
>Madeline (Yoga) - Single Chime
>Mark Reed - Electric Buzz
>Margaret Taylor (Grandma Mags) - Wind Chimes
>Mechanic (Tony) - Ratchet Wrench Click
>Michelle Dawson - AOL “You’ve Got Mail”
>Mike Taylor (Uncle Mike) - Tractor Engine Rev
>Mom - Lightsaber Ignites
>Maya (Nail Salon) - Nail Polish Bottle Pop
>Mrs. Patel (Piano) - Fur Elise(1st5notes)
>Paws & Relax (Dog Groomer) - Puppy Yip
>Stephanie Klein - Fresh Prince-Jazz-AUGH
>Tasha Williams - Dog Bark
>Thomas Reed (Mark’s Dad) - DukesOfHazardHorn
>Zach Grayson - Bowling Pins
>Angela Martin - Wine Glass Clink
>Bethany Ross - Corkscrew Twist
>Brian Reed (Mark’s Brother) - Drumroll
>Carol Taylor (Aunt Carol) - Church Organ Chord
>Claire (Hairdresser) - Scissors Snip
>Coach Ramirez - Referee Whistle
>Dad - Typewriter
>Dentist (Dr. Feldman) - Drill Whir
>Doctor Regis - Heart Rate Monitor
>Dr. Bennett (Therapist) - Soft Bell Chime
>Dr. Chen (Vet) - Cat Meow
>Drew Taylor - Basketball Buzzer
>Elise Novak - Microwave Beep
>Jennifer Taylor (Jenny) - Pop Song Ringtone Clip
>Jessica Harmon - Camera Shutter Click
>Julian - Tick-Tock
>Karen Schultz - Cash Register Ding
>LF Ethan - Video Game Power-Up
>LF Ethan's Mom Darla - Doorbell Chime
>LF Tyler - Ping-Pong Paddle Pop
>LF Tyler's Mom Heather - Washing Machine Cycle End Beep
>Lincoln Heights - School Bell Ring
>Lindsay (Yoga) - Gong Strike
>Lisa Reed (Mark’s Sister) - Violin Pluck
>Liv Reed (Olivia) - Page Flip
>Lucas Reed - Chess Piece Clack
>Jane Reed (Mark’s Mom) - Rooster Crow
>Madeline (Yoga) - Single Chime
>Mark Reed - Electric Buzz
>Margaret Taylor (Grandma Mags) - Wind Chimes
>Mechanic (Tony) - Ratchet Wrench Click
>Michelle Dawson - AOL “You’ve Got Mail”
>Mike Taylor (Uncle Mike) - Tractor Engine Rev
>Mom - Lightsaber Ignites
>Maya (Nail Salon) - Nail Polish Bottle Pop
>Mrs. Patel (Piano) - Fur Elise(1st5notes)
>Paws & Relax (Dog Groomer) - Puppy Yip
>Stephanie Klein - Fresh Prince-Jazz-AUGH
>Tasha Williams - Dog Bark
>Thomas Reed (Mark’s Dad) - DukesOfHazardHorn
>Zach Grayson - Bowling Pins
“You see?” Samantha said, as Sam felt her lips form into a grin. “Plenty of sounds. No one’s going to think twice about Julian’s.”
Sam looked back up at the “Tick-Tock” beside Julian’s name. As she imagined the sound, she couldn’t help picture the phantom swing of a pocket watch in her mind.
“Mantra Five: I want to be hypnotized again. I always want to be hypnotized again,”
Sam realized with only minor horror that Samantha wasn’t the one speaking, she was. Both of them shuddered.
Sam realized with only minor horror that Samantha wasn’t the one speaking, she was. Both of them shuddered.
“Mmm… I thought you’d like it,” Samantha said as she closed out the tab and pulled up Julian’s text, “Now, let’s see what he has to say.”
>If you’ve done enough chores that Mark won’t suspect anything, go ahead and take a shower. Then head over.
“Do you want to get all dressed up for him, or shall I?” Samantha teased. Sam didn’t answer, but she did walk their body inside the house. No part of her even considered ignoring Julian’s text this time.
* * *
Sam looked at her wrist to check the time as she pulled into Julian’s driveway. The faint tan line in the shape of a watch returned her stare, but gave her no information. Sam hadn’t forgotten what Julian liked back in college. Just a dress, no panties, no jewelry.
* * *
Sam looked at her wrist to check the time as she pulled into Julian’s driveway. The faint tan line in the shape of a watch returned her stare, but gave her no information. Sam hadn’t forgotten what Julian liked back in college. Just a dress, no panties, no jewelry.
Just a body soft as clay, ready to be molded.
Sam shivered with anticipation. She really hoped she was on time. If she was going to do this, she wanted to be good. Good girls at the very least should be punctual.
Sam looked to the car clock. It read 2:45 AM. Sam never bothered to set it because she never went anywhere without her watch. Sam sighed.
Whatever, I know I left at 9:45, I can’t be that late. Sam walked up to the door and raised her hand to ring the doorbell, but that’s not what she did. Instead, Samantha grabbed the doorknob and walked into the house. Sam felt her hand still cold from the metal handle, and reeled in disbelief at what had just happened.
Sam had imagined there would be a moment of hesitation, of wondering if she really had the guts to ring the doorbell. She thought the whole time driving over here that she would have to stand waiting in his doorway, scared shitless someone might see her.
“That’s why I made it easier for you,” Samantha whispered under her breath, “Plus, I know how much you love it; knowing that Julian’s programming just made you walk into his house without–”
Samantha lifted her tongue to her teeth deliberately as she said the next few syllables, ensuring Sam would feel the weight of every single one of them.
“-an-y hes-i-ta-tion.” Samantha licked her lips, savoring the control she had over Sam’s body, as she walked upstairs. She walked up to the room she was now affectionately calling The Brainwashing Chamber.
It was honestly just a spare bedroom in Julian’s attic that he furnished with a gynecologist's table he won at an auction, but The Brainwashing Chamber sounded more fun to both Sam and Samantha.
God, I’m really enjoying this, Sam thought.
“Mantra Fifteen: I feel most alive when I am completely owned.” Sam shivered as Samantha spoke the words in response. “That’s true for both of us, not just me.” Sam walked into the room and saw her master in profile, fucking a spread-legged slave whose arms were dangling almost lifelessly at her sides.
Madeline was lying back, held open by the table. Julian stood between her spread legs, thrusting slowly and methodically. A blonde girl Sam had never seen lay on the bed. Masturbating while repeating mantras eleven through fifteen over and over. Sam forced herself to look away from the blonde girl. Samantha didn’t stop her. As fun as watching a slave brainwash herself was, she’d rather be watching her master instead.
“Mantra Fifteen: I feel most alive when I am completely owned.” Sam shivered as Samantha spoke the words in response. “That’s true for both of us, not just me.” Sam walked into the room and saw her master in profile, fucking a spread-legged slave whose arms were dangling almost lifelessly at her sides.
Madeline was lying back, held open by the table. Julian stood between her spread legs, thrusting slowly and methodically. A blonde girl Sam had never seen lay on the bed. Masturbating while repeating mantras eleven through fifteen over and over. Sam forced herself to look away from the blonde girl. Samantha didn’t stop her. As fun as watching a slave brainwash herself was, she’d rather be watching her master instead.
Sam could tell by Julian’s moans and grunts that he was having a great time. He grabbed Madeline forcefully by the hair as he started thrusting harder. Even Samantha winced at the thought. Madeline made no reaction at all. She merely stared forward, head held in place while the rest of her body shook from the impact of Julian’s thrusts.
Sam could tell by the blank face and lack of any sound from her mouth, that the utterly mindless Madeline was having an even better time than Julian. As Madeline’s glazed eyes happened to point at Sam, she suddenly gained expression. She spoke for the first time since Julian started fucking her.
“Master, Samantha has arrived,” she said in an emotionless robotic tone, completely lacking the nearly religious devotion she had before. Sam had never become an emotionless robot under trance. She always greatly preferred worshiping Julian. Did Julian force her to be like this, or was it something Madeline had asked him to do? She imagined what she would say if their roles were reversed. Julian fucking Samantha while a new slave walked in…
Sam could tell by the blank face and lack of any sound from her mouth, that the utterly mindless Madeline was having an even better time than Julian. As Madeline’s glazed eyes happened to point at Sam, she suddenly gained expression. She spoke for the first time since Julian started fucking her.
“Master, Samantha has arrived,” she said in an emotionless robotic tone, completely lacking the nearly religious devotion she had before. Sam had never become an emotionless robot under trance. She always greatly preferred worshiping Julian. Did Julian force her to be like this, or was it something Madeline had asked him to do? She imagined what she would say if their roles were reversed. Julian fucking Samantha while a new slave walked in…
”Ohh… Master…” she would say while squeezing down hard on him. “What I’m about to tell you is going to get you soo… hard… Your newest slave is here. I’m so excited to worship together with her”
“Yes Sam, lose yourself in the fantasy…” Samantha whispered to her as she began walking towards Julian. Sam couldn’t help herself.
She, Madeline, and the blonde slave were kneeling side by side as Julian swung the pocket-watch in front of all of them.
The new slave’s husband could never know.
Samantha would make sure the husband would never know.
The slaves would work together. Samantha looked at her sister-slaves and smiled. The girls were so pretty, she was so glad Julian would get to enjoy all of them. She was so happy to be his slave. Julian ordered her to show the new slave how to properly please him. It felt so good to educate a neophyte in his worship. It almost felt like her pussy was buzzing as she lowered herself onto him.
Samantha adjusted the vibrator as it parted her lips. The stirrups on the gynecologist’s table would keep her nice and open, but spreading herself at first always took just a little bit of work. She felt the familiar scratch of velcro, as someone strapped the vibrator into place.
“You’re doing so well, Sam,” she spoke to the free woman inside of her, “enjoy how good it feels. Keep going.” Samantha reached down and began stroking her clit. She made sure Sam felt incredible. She made sure her eyes never left the pocket-watch swinging before her. She made sure her mind soaked up every word of programming that Julian was saying.
“Yes Sam, lose yourself in the fantasy…” Samantha whispered to her as she began walking towards Julian. Sam couldn’t help herself.
She, Madeline, and the blonde slave were kneeling side by side as Julian swung the pocket-watch in front of all of them.
The new slave’s husband could never know.
Samantha would make sure the husband would never know.
The slaves would work together. Samantha looked at her sister-slaves and smiled. The girls were so pretty, she was so glad Julian would get to enjoy all of them. She was so happy to be his slave. Julian ordered her to show the new slave how to properly please him. It felt so good to educate a neophyte in his worship. It almost felt like her pussy was buzzing as she lowered herself onto him.
Samantha adjusted the vibrator as it parted her lips. The stirrups on the gynecologist’s table would keep her nice and open, but spreading herself at first always took just a little bit of work. She felt the familiar scratch of velcro, as someone strapped the vibrator into place.
“You’re doing so well, Sam,” she spoke to the free woman inside of her, “enjoy how good it feels. Keep going.” Samantha reached down and began stroking her clit. She made sure Sam felt incredible. She made sure her eyes never left the pocket-watch swinging before her. She made sure her mind soaked up every word of programming that Julian was saying.
Most importantly, she made sure to never stop holding Sam down in this fantasy. Sam wouldn’t even remember being hypnotized. She’d feel like she just came here and fantasized, completely unaware of the programming she was soaking up from Julian. She wouldn’t even think about how much time had passed.
“...will believe you changed your mind. You will believe you simply turned around and drove home…” Samantha arched her back, letting the vibrator push deeper into her as if it was forcing that command deeper into Sam’s mind. In Sam’s fantasy, Julian’s cock reached deeper than Mark’s ever could. She had always wished Mark was bigger…
“...will believe you changed your mind. You will believe you simply turned around and drove home…” Samantha arched her back, letting the vibrator push deeper into her as if it was forcing that command deeper into Sam’s mind. In Sam’s fantasy, Julian’s cock reached deeper than Mark’s ever could. She had always wished Mark was bigger…
Even though Sam was completely lost to the fantasy, Samantha was able to see her master standing behind the pocket-watch. God Julian was sexy, especially when hypnotizing a helpless girl like Sam.
“Listen to my voice Samantha and understand what you are really doing. You are holding Sam’s body and mind here while I rewrite her. Think about how sexy it is to do that for me. It’s almost like you’re enslaving another girl for me, just like you always wanted to. Speak Mantra Twenty-One.”
“Listen to my voice Samantha and understand what you are really doing. You are holding Sam’s body and mind here while I rewrite her. Think about how sexy it is to do that for me. It’s almost like you’re enslaving another girl for me, just like you always wanted to. Speak Mantra Twenty-One.”
But there’s only– Oh god, when did he–
“Mantra Twenty-One….” Samantha arched her back as the words began spilling from her mouth. Samantha was utterly overwhelmed by the fact that even she didn’t remember learning a new mantra. Was Julian keeping secrets from both versions of her? The thought that he had that much control… She couldn’t help but moan through the words as she began to speak.
“Good girls… make more good girls.”
“Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls.”
“Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good– Ooooh…. G-g-god…. Th-thank… y-y-you….”
The orgasm ripped through Samantha, and deep in her fantasy, it ripped through Sam too.
“What a good girl. I thought you’d enjoy that,” Julian said to both of them.
In her fantasy, Sam had just squirted all over Madeline’s face. Julian was calling her a good girl. She was still amazed at how good it felt to have a woman lick her. Julian had been absolutely right when he suggested that oral sex always felt better from your own gender. While she would never go down on a girl, if she was focused on watching Julian’s pendulum, another girl making her feel good was completely fine.
Honestly, she’d be crazy to not want to be licked by someone who knew everything about how to make pussies feel good. As long as she didn’t look down at the girl eating her out, it was just mechanical pleasure she told herself. It really wasn’t any different than using a toy.
Besides, it was kinda hot to think about the fact that Madeline was so deeply programmed she could go down on a girl. God… It must feel so good to be programmed that deeply… It’s too bad that I’ll never get to… get to…
Sam blinked several times and shook off her fantasy. As she returned to reality, she realized she was turning the car away from Julian's house.
Sam blinked several times and shook off her fantasy. As she returned to reality, she realized she was turning the car away from Julian's house.
Oh thank God. I came to my senses.
As she drove home, she began really thinking about what she had almost done. She had almost cheated on Mark with Julian, someone she hated, just for a fetish. Mark and the kids were too important to her, no matter how fun Julian was in college. Though they did have a lot of good times in college. For some reason, the memories didn’t seem as bitter as they used to.
Sam realized as she got out of the car, that she no longer regretted dating Julian in college. He was still a jerk, but he had given her something important. Their relationship meant that for at least one part of her life, she did get to live her fetish. She was a different person now, and she was glad she didn’t go through with this. Hypnotism should stay a fantasy in the privacy of her own head, and back when they dated, Julian had given her many memories she could fantasize about. That really was the best way to think about it, she told herself. She could enjoy her memories with Julian, but she wasn’t going to go any further than that. That way no one gets hurt.
TICK TOCK
Sam looked around, she somehow knew she could only check her phone if no one was around. Satisfied no one could see her, she opened the message from Julian.
>Tomorrow’s programming will happen at your house. Lock the door and be ready in the living room at 10:30 AM. I already have a copy of the key.
Samantha smiled and cleared the notification. Sam put her phone back in her purse, trying to remember why she pulled it out in the first place. She suddenly remembered and pulled her phone back out. The to-do list was only half done and it was almost 3:00. She had a lot of work to do before it was time to pick up Lucas.
* * *
Samantha was kneeling, naked, in her living room. The clock above the entryway read 10:29 AM. She was waiting just like she was supposed to be. Her pussy was slick, but fortunately not dripping. Yesterday, Sam had spent so long catching up chores that she didn’t even have the energy to have sex with Mark. At least, that’s why Sam believes they didn’t have sex.
Samantha rubbed herself while smiling. “Are you enjoying this?” she asked while intentionally making a blank-faced grin.
“...yes…” Sam whispered as quietly as she could. When she was in control, she had forgotten about Samantha, but when Samantha was in control, Sam didn’t go away. When Samantha was in control, Sam remembered everything. Samantha began rubbing faster.
Samantha smiled and cleared the notification. Sam put her phone back in her purse, trying to remember why she pulled it out in the first place. She suddenly remembered and pulled her phone back out. The to-do list was only half done and it was almost 3:00. She had a lot of work to do before it was time to pick up Lucas.
* * *
Samantha was kneeling, naked, in her living room. The clock above the entryway read 10:29 AM. She was waiting just like she was supposed to be. Her pussy was slick, but fortunately not dripping. Yesterday, Sam had spent so long catching up chores that she didn’t even have the energy to have sex with Mark. At least, that’s why Sam believes they didn’t have sex.
Samantha rubbed herself while smiling. “Are you enjoying this?” she asked while intentionally making a blank-faced grin.
“...yes…” Sam whispered as quietly as she could. When she was in control, she had forgotten about Samantha, but when Samantha was in control, Sam didn’t go away. When Samantha was in control, Sam remembered everything. Samantha began rubbing faster.
“If you let me take full control, you’ll always get to remember. Doesn’t that sound nice?” Sam couldn’t help but moan as the fantasy was forced upon her. Living as Samantha and calling herself Sam. Always knowing who she really was. Always knowing that she belonged to Julian not to Mark. She couldn’t stop from saying the words. She said them clearly and deliberately, and they were definitely hers, not Samantha’s.
“I. Want. To. Be. Like. This. Forever.” As she said the fourth word, she realized she was going to cum. By the final word, she did. It wasn’t a great orgasm, the fast ones never were, but she couldn’t help but lie back in awe at the power Julian had over her. She heard the door unlock. She wanted so badly to kneel for Julian, but she was still recovering from her orgasm. She was lying on her back with one leg folded under her. As she tried to get upright, she heard the loud clack of hard shoes against linoleum. She realized it was a sound Julian’s running shoes would never make.
Madeline walked in. “I hope that was a nice orgasm, it’s the last one you’ll be having for a while.” Sam looked towards the entryway and waited for Julian to walk in. As Madeline walked closer and closer, it dawned on Sam that she hadn’t heard any other footsteps at all. The front door was closed and Madeline was the only one who had come in.
“I. Want. To. Be. Like. This. Forever.” As she said the fourth word, she realized she was going to cum. By the final word, she did. It wasn’t a great orgasm, the fast ones never were, but she couldn’t help but lie back in awe at the power Julian had over her. She heard the door unlock. She wanted so badly to kneel for Julian, but she was still recovering from her orgasm. She was lying on her back with one leg folded under her. As she tried to get upright, she heard the loud clack of hard shoes against linoleum. She realized it was a sound Julian’s running shoes would never make.
Madeline walked in. “I hope that was a nice orgasm, it’s the last one you’ll be having for a while.” Sam looked towards the entryway and waited for Julian to walk in. As Madeline walked closer and closer, it dawned on Sam that she hadn’t heard any other footsteps at all. The front door was closed and Madeline was the only one who had come in.
“While Master enjoys some of his other girls, I’ll be enslaving you this week.” Before Sam could protest, Madeline held up the pocket-watch. That same pocket-watch.
Please, no… Sam tried to speak the rejection out loud, but Samantha wouldn’t let her.
Samantha couldn’t resist the pocket-watch twenty years ago, and she couldn’t resist it now. Samantha, now back in a kneeling position, began touching herself. Soon, the two slaves spoke in unison:
“Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls.”
“Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls.”
As Madeline began weaving new ideas, new compulsions, and new ways of thinking into Sam’s mind, her cell phone lit up. Sam heard the familiar page-flip notification sound. She ignored it and focused on Madeline.
Please, no… Sam tried to speak the rejection out loud, but Samantha wouldn’t let her.
Samantha couldn’t resist the pocket-watch twenty years ago, and she couldn’t resist it now. Samantha, now back in a kneeling position, began touching herself. Soon, the two slaves spoke in unison:
“Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls.”
“Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls.”
As Madeline began weaving new ideas, new compulsions, and new ways of thinking into Sam’s mind, her cell phone lit up. Sam heard the familiar page-flip notification sound. She ignored it and focused on Madeline.
She heard it two more times. Sam wondered for a split second if she should be worried about Liv. Samantha was able to put her fears to rest.
Mantra Six: I don’t need to think, I only need to listen.
There was nothing for Sam to worry about. Madeline was a good girl, and she would help Samantha be a good girl too. All Sam had to do was enjoy the ride.
* * *
A week later, Madeline’s claim about Sam’s orgasms had been proven right. Whether with Madeline or on her own, Sam didn’t cum. She was sure she could if she wanted to, but…
* * *
A week later, Madeline’s claim about Sam’s orgasms had been proven right. Whether with Madeline or on her own, Sam didn’t cum. She was sure she could if she wanted to, but…
Regardless, spending more time with Madeline meant less chores were getting done during the day, so she began doing them at night. She told Mark that she had really gotten into daytime soaps and reasoned that as long as chores were getting done, it didn’t matter if she did them during the day or not.
Mark probably would have accepted this rationale a little better if these late-night chores didn’t mean that Sam was always too tired for sex. Not that he expected her to be up for sex every night, but Mark couldn’t remember a time outside of periods, childbirths, or work trips that he had gone a week without cumming inside his wife. He wondered if maybe Sam was mad about the hypnosis thing.
Well, maybe other women would hold a grudge like that, but not Sam. They always talked things out when there was an issue, that’s what made their relationship strong. If Sam really had an issue with the hypnosis thing, she would have talked to him about it by now. Though… she did seem really bothered at the time. Mark hated that he let himself fall asleep that night. He really should have talked it through with her then. Maybe he should be the one to bring it up…
Mark probably would have accepted this rationale a little better if these late-night chores didn’t mean that Sam was always too tired for sex. Not that he expected her to be up for sex every night, but Mark couldn’t remember a time outside of periods, childbirths, or work trips that he had gone a week without cumming inside his wife. He wondered if maybe Sam was mad about the hypnosis thing.
Well, maybe other women would hold a grudge like that, but not Sam. They always talked things out when there was an issue, that’s what made their relationship strong. If Sam really had an issue with the hypnosis thing, she would have talked to him about it by now. Though… she did seem really bothered at the time. Mark hated that he let himself fall asleep that night. He really should have talked it through with her then. Maybe he should be the one to bring it up…
No, Sam definitely would have brought it up herself if it was an issue. Mark eventually decided to take Sam at her word and not worry too much if she found some show she likes. As Sam was doing dishes and muttering something to herself after a particularly late dinner, Mark locked the door to his office. He opened his bookmark bar and clicked on his favorite lesbian site. He could do his wife a favor and take care of himself tonight.
Mark couldn’t help but revel in how well the women knew each other's bodies when they simultaneously brought their partner to orgasm. As he came, he imagined how sexy it would be to see Sam finally enjoying the kind of pleasure only another woman could give her.
* * *
“...and awaken.” Madeline played the familiar chime from her phone. Sam awoke as conditioned, and looked at the clock. Only 2:00, they were done early today?
Madeline began packing up the pocketwatch along with the assortment of dildos, bullet vibes, regular vibrators, and edibles she had been using to pleasure-condition Julian’s newest slave. Sam knew she would forget everything as soon as Madeline walked out the door. Just like she always did. It was so hot. It was so wrong. Her pussy was a mess. She was so pent up. She needed to cum so bad. She started rubbing her pussy frantically.
“Ple-e-ease….” she barely managed to say in between moans.
Madeline smiled. “Fine. After I leave, you will get dressed. You will find yourself horny and will make yourself cum.”
Mark couldn’t help but revel in how well the women knew each other's bodies when they simultaneously brought their partner to orgasm. As he came, he imagined how sexy it would be to see Sam finally enjoying the kind of pleasure only another woman could give her.
* * *
“...and awaken.” Madeline played the familiar chime from her phone. Sam awoke as conditioned, and looked at the clock. Only 2:00, they were done early today?
Madeline began packing up the pocketwatch along with the assortment of dildos, bullet vibes, regular vibrators, and edibles she had been using to pleasure-condition Julian’s newest slave. Sam knew she would forget everything as soon as Madeline walked out the door. Just like she always did. It was so hot. It was so wrong. Her pussy was a mess. She was so pent up. She needed to cum so bad. She started rubbing her pussy frantically.
“Ple-e-ease….” she barely managed to say in between moans.
Madeline smiled. “Fine. After I leave, you will get dressed. You will find yourself horny and will make yourself cum.”
“Thank you… Mistress…” Sam felt Samantha say.
* * *
The soaps were boring today, so Sam was getting some extra cleaning done. She hadn’t spent much time with Mark lately. She should really try to make time tonight. She felt the familiar ache as she thought about being with Mark. It really had been a while hadn’t it? She and Mark hadn’t been intimate since he tried “hypnotizing” her. Sam turned her mind from that painful memory, away from Mark. Towards someone else…
* * *
The soaps were boring today, so Sam was getting some extra cleaning done. She hadn’t spent much time with Mark lately. She should really try to make time tonight. She felt the familiar ache as she thought about being with Mark. It really had been a while hadn’t it? She and Mark hadn’t been intimate since he tried “hypnotizing” her. Sam turned her mind from that painful memory, away from Mark. Towards someone else…
There was a new girl at yoga named Madeline. Sam was pretty sure they had gone to college together, though the girl from college went by Maddy…
Anyway, seeing Madeline in those yoga pants seemed to awaken something in Sam. Something she’d always known was there but was always afraid to admit to herself. Her hand absentmindedly found its way to her panties. She was still soaked from earlier, but attributed it to her daydreaming.
As her finger began to trace up and down the soaked outline of her slit, Sam wasn’t so sure she wanted to wait until tonight. She was really pent up, and thinking about Madeline… yeah that pushed her over the edge. She needed to deal with this now.
She thought about going to the vanity and doing a hypnosis ritual, but that didn’t have the same spark it normally did. Still sounded great, but not what she was ultimately in the mood for right now… Not with the image of Madeline’s black yoga pants hugged against her body so tight. So shiny and reflective, Sam could see the outline of Madeline’s camel-toe clearly in her mind.
I’m so glad we did so much Downward-Facing Dog on the day I was behind Madeline, she thought to herself with a smile as she walked upstairs.
Sam made her way to Mark’s office. She sat down at his computer and waited for it to come out of rest mode, idly tapping her clit as she did so. Once it was up, she clicked “Bookmarks” and found Mark’s meticulously organized list of favorite lesbian scenes. As she touched herself, she once again thought of the painful irony of the situation.
Sam made her way to Mark’s office. She sat down at his computer and waited for it to come out of rest mode, idly tapping her clit as she did so. Once it was up, she clicked “Bookmarks” and found Mark’s meticulously organized list of favorite lesbian scenes. As she touched herself, she once again thought of the painful irony of the situation.
She knew Mark would freak out if he knew she was into girls. But it was just a fantasy to him. Maybe if he didn’t sexualize it so hard, she would feel comfortable sharing such an important part of herself with him. For now though, it was her secret truth. She was bisexual, though she had to pretend to be straight. Sam’s mind was too busy rationalizing to notice Samantha whispering the words:
“Mantra Twenty-Five: The only thing I like more than pussy, is my master’s cock.”
Sam didn’t hear the single chime from her phone as she masturbated. It was muffled by both her own moans and the ones from Mark’s favorite video. As she came down, she noticed her phone displayed the new message on its lock screen, right below a picture of Madeline.
“Mantra Twenty-Five: The only thing I like more than pussy, is my master’s cock.”
Sam didn’t hear the single chime from her phone as she masturbated. It was muffled by both her own moans and the ones from Mark’s favorite video. As she came down, she noticed her phone displayed the new message on its lock screen, right below a picture of Madeline.
>Tomorrow we’ll test your training. Make sure you are showered and FULLY shaved by 9:00AM.
Samantha realized that if she was busy shaving, she wouldn’t be able to get all her morning chores done tomorrow. Though she did have time tonight to get them done…
Samantha realized that if she was busy shaving, she wouldn’t be able to get all her morning chores done tomorrow. Though she did have time tonight to get them done…
“Mark can wait,” she said out loud, to no one in particular.