The house was empty, and Samantha waited. She sat naked in front of her vanity watching the pendulum, a ritual she performed each day now. Madeline would be here in fifteen minutes. Samantha prepared herself by reciting the new mantras Madeline spent so much time teaching her this week.

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

 

She imagined her own fingers were Madeline’s. Rubbing soft wet circles around her clit again and again as they spoke the words together.

 

“Mantra Twenty-Two: I love girls by my master’s will.” 

 

The change had begun. Sam always knew that Julian would do this to her if she stuck around. She had even occasionally fantasized about it, though in her fantasies she was just being hypnotized and never committed the actual act. Was she really going to do this?

 

“Mantra Twenty-Three: Obedience makes women beautiful.” 

 

If it did really happen, Sam thought she might actually be able to enjoy it. Samantha would be in control so it wouldn’t be like she had to make her body lick Madeline’s pussy. It would just happen on its own, and she would merely look out through her own eyes and feel… every… wonderful… sensation…

 

“Mantra Twenty-Four: Even my sexuality belongs to him.” 

 

Oh god, it was true wasn’t it? Sam felt slickness spread from her fingers to the palm of her hand. She was overflowing. She was overflowing because she had been hypnotized to have sex with a girl, and in fifteen minutes that girl would be here. She would lick Madeline with a smile on her face. Proof it wasn’t roleplay. Proof that she… had been… truly… brainwashed… She couldn’t help but thrust her fingers inside and squeeze down on them. 

 

“Mantra Twenty-Five: The only thing I like more than pussy, is my master’s cock.” Yes. It was all true. Julian was truly her master. She would revel in fucking Madeline for him. Even though he wouldn’t see it, she would be acting according to his will. Samantha moaned as her fingers began thrusting faster, imagining they were his cock. The heat intensified as she began to accept the blissful reality of her own defeat. 

 

She needed more. Sam needed to cum so badly. She began pressing her fingers directly against her clit as she went back to rubbing circles. A new fantasy began playing in her mind. She had no idea if it was something Madeline implanted or if she came up with it herself. She knew she shouldn’t be thinking this, but the shame only made it hotter. 

 

You don’t have to be ashamed, she heard Samantha’s voice in her head, It’s not like anyone else knows what you’re imagining. It’s not like anyone knows you’re masturbating to the thought of signing divorce papers.

 

Sam cried out as the orgasm overtook her. Through her own moans, she heard the squeak of the bedroom door opening behind her.

 

“Ohh…. Look at you, good girl,” Madeline spoke as her hand lightly traced over Samantha’s face. Samantha didn’t move, didn’t react. She just kept staring at the pendulum in the mirror, just like the good girl she was. Madeline turned her attention away from Sam’s face. Her hand slid over her breasts, pinching a nipple as they did. Samantha tensed but didn’t move. The hand continued down her flat belly, over the stretchmarks she earned with Liv and Lucas, down to Samantha’s smooth, obediently shaven pussy. 

 

“Yes… you are a very good girl,” Madeline said as she just barely flicked Sam’s clit. Sam felt so vulnerable, so sensitive now. The fact she was still feeling aftershocks from her orgasm only made everything more sensitive. She flinched hard and thought she would fall out of her chair, but Madeline caught her. 

 

The intensity had snapped Sam out of the trance. She was acutely aware of the soft, strong arms holding her safe. Sam took a couple deep breaths and steadied herself. 

 

“Now that you’re safe and relaxed, go back to your self-hypnosis,” Madeline whispered in her ear, before taking a few steps back. Samantha obediently held up the quartz pendulum and began the ritual to take herself back into trance. Samantha knew just which mantras Sam needed to hear right now.

 

“Mantra Two: In trance, I feel safe.”

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

 

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

 

As Sam felt the heat begin to rise again, she knew the mantras were working as intended. 

 

While Samantha pulled her into trance, Sam stared out through her peripheral vision. She watched Madeline undressing in the reflection of the vanity mirror. She could only catch glimpses though. Only when her eyes followed the pendulum to the left side of her vision. As the quartz and her eyes swung to the right side, she tried to will herself to watch Madeline instead. 

 

She couldn’t. God, it felt so good to be hypnotized.

 

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

 

Wait, why had she said that? Lesbian reinforcement should be later in the ritual, right now she was in Phase I, and was merely preparing herself to go deeper. As the small part of Sam that wasn’t entranced tried to understand how she could have spoken the wrong mantra, she felt Madeline’s hand against her arm. 

 

Samantha stopped swinging the pendulum. Her eyes refocused on the mirror. Madeline was behind her, breasts squished into her shoulders. They felt strange but soft. Nice and warm against her cold naked skin. She glanced up to see Madeline’s face, and saw the reflection of the blank-faced girl’s lips moving as she repeated the words,

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

Samantha shivered. She hadn’t said it at all, Madeline had. Madeline was preparing herself for this moment. The confidence that was always present in Madeline’s voice was waning. Sam realized there was some flicker of doubt. Madeline said Maddy was dead, but hadn’t Samantha told Sam they could live together? Was Maddy really gone, or was she trying to save Sam now?

“Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls,” Madeline repeated as the doubt faded from her face. Something clicked in Samantha’s mind. Suddenly, she couldn't help but smile; she spoke the words without thinking them first. 

 

“I am a good girl now, you may awaken, Madeline.” In response to the command, Madeline came out of her trance. Sam paused with realization. 

 

She was commanding Madeline now? She knew she wasn’t going to be dominant to her or anything like that but still… If Madeline was so deep in trance she needed to be commanded. Could Sam use that against her? Could Sam somehow use that to escape? She filed the information for later. Madeline was already out of trance, and that meant Sam had no control.

 

Samantha turned around, and looked up reverently from her chair at the vanity table. Her hand reached down and she resumed rubbing her pussy. Slowly, Madeline’s hand slid down her own body and she began stroking in unison. Sam understood now. Just as she wasn’t truly dominating Madeline when she commanded her to awaken, Madeline wasn’t dominating Sam when she brainwashed her. They were both merely obeying Julian’s orders.

The two girls stared at each other as they masturbated. Wordlessly, they began rubbing faster, never breaking sync with each other. They moved as one, breathed as one, and came as one. Samantha came to the thought of their pleasure being just a tool for Julian’s programming. Sam wondered if Madeline had been programmed to think about the same thing. 

 

Somehow, in the afterglow of the orgasm, Sam felt herself slip out of trance. Like rising out of a warm, relaxing hot tub, she felt the cool air on her skin as she returned to reality. Sam was herself again. She saw Madeline gripping the pocket-watch. Sam knew she would be Samantha again very soon no matter what she did, but she had to try something. 

 

“Is there any way we can stop him?” Sam quietly, desperately asked. Her eyes widened as Madeline’s expression began to soften and someone else answered.

 

“No,” Maddy responded. Sam’s heart pounded a single time as she saw the ghost of that girl she went to college with. That’s all she was now, a ghost. Present and watching, but without the power to actually do anything. 

 

Maddy held up the pocket-watch with soft resignation. As it swung back and forth and made the familiar tick… tick… tick… sound that both girls had been taught to love, Sam and Maddy began to fade away. 

 

***

“Awaken, Sam,” her mistress whispered. Sam’s eyes opened automatically. It felt as if Samantha was in control, but she was still somehow herself. Her eyes slid to the floor, afraid to meet Madeline’s gaze. 

 

 

Despite the fear the idea gave her, Sam gathered the courage to speak out against her mistress.

 

“Why isn’t it Samantha?” Sam yelled, surprised at her own defiance. Still she went on,  “Let her do it, I’ll watch, I’ll feel it, I’ll even cum to it! Just….” The words got stuck in her mouth. Sam willed herself to ask, “Just let it be Samantha. Not me.” Her eyes watered with desperation.

 

“Please…”

 

Madeline did not sneer or scowl at the outburst. She was not blank-faced, in fact she seemed more in control than ever. Her gaze met Sam’s, looking through her, as if seriously deciding whether or not it’s time to tell a child the truth. 

 

Like the painful truth of explaining to a child that there is no magic in the world, she softly but seriously spoke.

 

“It must be you, so you understand that it is you who submits to him.” Sam’s heart sank as Madeline continued,  “Samantha is not a facade you can use to excuse your actions. Julian will not accept blame for your infidelity. Once you truly submit, only then can you enjoy being Samantha.”

 

Sam slowly looked back to the ground. A part of her mind she didn’t realize was there suddenly lit up with any idea. If she had to choose to do this, did that mean she could still choose to stop it? 

 

If she told Madeline she wouldn’t choose to cheat on her husband, would Madeline just leave? Would Sam actually be free? The idea barely had time to exist, before the mantra rose to extinguish the part of her mind that thought it.

Mantra Sixteen: I was never meant to be free.

Sam smiled, and silently thanked Samantha for the help. She took a breath and climbed on the bed. She opened her legs, and with two fingers spread her vulva to give Madeline a better view. Madeline smiled and climbed onto the bed with her. 

 

Sam couldn’t help but remember the video that made her cum yesterday. The amateur video with the girls in their dorm room. It wasn’t a fake staged porno like most of the ones Mark loved. This was probably the only one of his videos that had actual lesbians in it. The girls looked so genuinely happy, their love obvious with every touch. They wanted to be filmed. They wanted the world to secretly watch as they expressed their love. The kind of love Sam used to share with Mark. Her pussy fluttered at the thought of lying with Madeline, finally feeling that same passion again.

Mantra Twenty-Three: Obedience makes women beautiful.

And Madeline looked so beautiful. That sexy expression would look amazing on anybody, even Mark. But her body was doing so much more to Sam. Madeline had soft, plump, breasts. They were just big enough to fill her hand. Sam marveled at herself as she reached and let her fingers sink into them for the first time. They felt strange compared to her own. Somehow more firm. Like Sam’s had been before… Sam’s gaze lowered to Madeline’s belly. No stretch marks. Madeline never had children. 

 

 

Has she been with Julian the whole time since college? Sam suddenly couldn’t help but wonder. Did Madeline miss the last twenty years of her life? Sam blinked a few times as she thought about the life lost. Any opportunity to marry, have kids, feel the natural joys in life, had been stripped away from her. Replaced with that beautiful, sexy, obedience that Sam thought about every time she looked at Samantha in the vanity mirror. Sam looked up at the beautiful brainwashed woman. Madeline stared hungrily back at Sam.

 

Sam willed her hands to reach across Madeline’s back. They extended up past her neck and into her hair. She hugged Madeline close and looked straight into the woman’s eyes. Now that she got a good look, Sam saw the eyes were surprisingly blank behind Madeline’s dominant expression. She looked into the cold blank eyes of her hypnotist, and wondered if Madeline was sad about the life she lost. If she ever regretted what she had become.

 

As they pulled each other into their first tender kiss, Sam knew Madeline didn’t regret anything. After all, Sam wouldn’t if their roles were reversed. Their kiss deepened, and Sam felt Madeline’s tender lips begin to press against her with a new intensity.

Sam felt the slim fingers claw at her breasts. Madeline’s hands were smaller than Mark’s and she didn’t grab Sam in the same way he did. Mark always touched them softly, as if in awe he was allowed to touch such a perfect thing. Madeline grabbed them to make sure Sam understood her place. Sam couldn’t help but respond. She forced her tongue into Madeline’s mouth and began squeezing Madeline’s tits just as hard. She began forcing her body to press harder into Madeline. She felt the barest pleasure as her pussy dragged across Madeline’s thigh, leaving a thin wet trail of slickness.

Madeline pushed down hard on Sam’s shoulders as she forced herself up. Sam’s hands instinctively reached up to soothe the ache in her shoulders, but lowered when she realized she was covering herself up. Madeline climbed off and repositioned herself, leaning against the bed frame next to Sam. She opened her legs and made a show of looking down towards her opening. Sam knew what was coming next. 

 

“Time to prove it. Both to me and yourself.” Sam felt a familiar chill return. She could do this. She wanted to do this. Sam waited for Samantha to recite a mantra in her head, but was met with silence. 

 

Sam was fully in control of herself, sitting spread-legged in her bed next to a horny naked woman while her husband was at work. She told herself she was too far gone. She told herself there was nothing she could do to stop it. She secretly wondered if that was true or not. Either way, it didn’t matter. Sam opened her mouth to speak the words that would ensure her downfall:

“Mantra Twenty-Four: Even my sexuality belongs to him.”

 

Her heart was pounding as she climbed over Madeline’s legs, positioning herself between them. Her pussy surged as both adrenaline and arousal flooded her. This was the scariest part, but once she started, she knew she’d be fine. Madeline’s pussy looked different than hers. Just as clean shaven but naturally more open. Sam was afraid of it. 

 

She just had to get herself to start, then she’d be okay. If Samantha wouldn’t push her, she’d do it herself. Her mind repeated all twenty-five mantras before deciding which one she should verbalize. 

 

“Mantra Twenty-Two: I love girls by my master’s will.”

Madeline opened her legs wider as Sam leaned in. Sam felt the warm dampness pressing into her lips as she performed the act Mark always dreamed of. Her tongue reached out with deliberate effort, sliding up Madeline’s slit and pushing once against her clit. Madeline let out an exaggerated moan, clearly meant to encourage Sam. It worked.

 

Sam repeated the gesture, this time pressing slightly lower on Madeline’s clit. She would taste and explore every part of Madeline until she figured exactly how to best pleasure her brainwasher. Mark would have never found these perfect spots, he would have never bothered to pay enough attention. Sam knew that no one can pleasure a woman like another woman.

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

Samantha moaned as she revelled in what she’d done. For years she rebuked Mark for wanting this. She broke up with Julian over this. She was straight, she knew deep down she really was, but that didn’t matter anymore. Sam was in her marriage bed, rubbing her pussy, pushing herself closer to orgasm as she ate out another woman. There was no excusing it. There was no rationalizing it. Sam felt the pleasure rise uncontrollably as she was forced to admit the truth.

 

 

Sam moaned into Madeline’s pussy as she approached her orgasm. It was so much, she could barely hold on.

 

 

Sam stopped licking Madeline’s pussy as her own efforts increased. She began grinding her clit into her fingers, moaning hard into Madeline’s pussy, but the release wouldn’t come. It was right there, trembling inside her, but locked away. Madeline looked down, smiling. She wasn’t even annoyed at the interruption to her pleasure. It’s like she knew this was going to happen. Her voice dripped with seduction as she simply said, “Tell me your name.”

Sam’s mind went white. There was only one response. She knew it wasn’t the name Mark called her, but in this moment, she couldn’t remember that name.

 

 “Samantha.” 

 

The world flickered back into focus. Samantha’s face dripped with the proof of her brainwashing as she waited for her mistress to give her another command.

 

“Taste me, Samantha.” As soon as her tongue made contact again, the orgasm overtook her. She licked again and again, reveling in what her master made her do. Reveling in her fetish. Reveling because obedience is pleasure. Reveling because her sexuality belonged to him. 

 

“Good girl,” Madeline said, and Samantha noticed enthusiasm in her voice for the first time. “You’ve proven yourself to us. Get on your hands and knees. It’s time for your reward.”

 

Yes… It felt so good to hear that she had proven herself. Samantha thought about the words Madeline said earlier:

 

 

The epiphany appeared like a firework in her mind, bright, loud, and unmistakable. The split was gone. She was both Sam and Samantha now, and with this union, she finally understood what Madeline meant. Because she had fully submitted to Julian’s hypnosis, because she had chosen, as Sam, to do what he programmed her to, she could truly become Samantha. 

 

Two Women in Union.

 

Madeline had done such a good job this week strengthening that persona. Samantha remembered talking to herself, pretending to be two people. It was a lie. There was never any confusion. Deep down, she had secretly always known who she was.

She was Samantha, a slave who sometimes pretended to be Sam. She was never meant to be free. 

 

As if she was rewarding that very thought, Madeline pressed the head of the dildo against Samantha’s opening. Samantha angled herself so it would enter more easily. Madeline slowly thrust the strap-on into Samantha who gave a deep moan as she was spread for the first time in days. It pushed almost as deep as Julian’s cock used to. Once she was fully inside, Samantha could feel Madeline grinding against her. Samantha squeezed down on the dildo as it pressed up and down inside her. Madeline softly moaned as the textured base of the strap-on rubbed against her clit. 

 

She slowly pulled back, thrust, and rocked her hips again. She began repeating the motion. They had moved beyond oral, they were truly having sex now. Samantha’s pussy felt so good, every thrust sending sparks through her body. She needed this so bad, and it was only enhanced knowing she did it by Julian’s will. She decided she had to thank Madeline for doing this, and she knew exactly how. She grinned and looked over her shoulder at the slave mechanically thrusting into her.

“Hey Madeline, repeat mantra twenty-one.” Samantha’s pussy gushed as she saw the blank expression take Madeline’s face.

 

“Good girls make more good girls… Oh god…” Madeline now came face-to-face with what she had been hypnotized to overcome. “I really did this to you… I finally brainwashed someone else… he made me do it… he made me love doing it… I betrayed you Samantha… and it…” She began thrusting into Samantha harder, who only smiled and moaned. 

 

“It what, Madeline?” Samantha squeezed down with her pussy, forgetting for a split second that Madeline’s cock couldn’t even feel it. 

 

“It. Felt. So. Good.” Madeline began thrusting quickly, thoroughly enjoying how each impact felt as the textured base pressed into her clit. “It felt so good to brainwash you!” Madeline moaned as she finally released. For a split second, Madeline thought about the hands-free orgasm files Julian had shown her in college. It was the same. The textured base of the strap-on felt nice, but was nowhere near enough to make her cum on her own. She had cum because she was programmed to, it was the same reason she did anything in life. Samantha was surprised to watch Madeline’s face soften, as guilt and fear overtook her features. 

 

“I’m… sorry…” Maddy whispered, as if afraid to admit she was still there. Samantha pulled herself forward, relishing the texture of the dildo as it slid out of her. She turned around and faced the stunned girl. Her face looked so beautiful and vulnerable. Samantha held her close and lightly kissed her cheek. She knew what to do. 

 

“It’s okay, Maddy,” she was surprised to hear herself call Madeline by her old name. Samantha was rationally aware that if Maddy had broken free, then they could both escape. No part of her mind even considered actually doing that. Samantha smiled as she decided how to bring Madeline back. 

 

“Maddy, if you want to feel better, why don’t you repeat Mantra Fifteen.?” It filled her with joy to watch Maddy’s soft expression be replaced with the blank face of obedience. 

 

“Mantra Fifteen: I feel most alive when I am completely owned…” Her voice trailed off. Then she said the mantra again.

 

And again.

 

Over and over, until Maddy finally faded.

 

Madeline’s confident demeanor returned, though with a kindness that wasn’t there before. 

 

“Thank you, Samantha,” she said as she walked to the bed and picked up the discarded pocket-watch. She took a breath, and held it out to Samantha.

 

“He wants you to have this,” she said as she passed the symbol of Julian’s control to his newest slave. “You’re to use it on yourself instead of that cheap quartz one.” Madeline took a breath and looked at Samantha. The two naked slaves held each other’s gaze for a long time. 

 

Then, without saying a word, Madeline put on her clothes and left. Samantha watched the woman get dressed, absentmindedly fiddling with the pocket-watch. After the door closed, Samantha gave the pocket-watch her full attention.

She rolled Julian’s gift back and forth in her hand, feeling the weight of the trinket that controlled her. Eventually she stopped, and looked at the slave in her vanity mirror. The woman Sam always dreamed of becoming, stared blankly back at her. Samantha could see Madeline’s juices dried on her cheeks and licked her lips, tasting Madeline again. 

 

Samantha would definitely need a shower and to wash the sheets if she didn’t want Mark to notice. She put the pocket-watch on the vanity next to her wedding ring. As she did, Samantha noticed the faintest specks of dust clinging to the band. She realized she hadn’t worn it since Julian came back.