It had been two weeks since Samantha had seen Julian. Two weeks of having her mind fucked by Madeline nearly every single day. She had fallen into a comfortable routine.

 

Get up. Take a shower. Make sure everyone is ready and off to where they need to go. Hypnotize herself in front of the vanity. Get some cleaning done. Have lunch. Practice yoga while waiting for Madeline’s daily appearance. Let Madeline brainwash and fuck her. Start prepping dinner. Watch some lesbian porn before Liv gets home. Get some more cleaning done. Pick up Lucas. Cook dinner. Watch some TV with Mark. Get everyone to bed. Her routine repeated with little variation. Over the weekends, she spent as much time in her room as possible; swinging the pocket-watch as she prepared her mind for Madeline’s return on Monday.

 

As the days began to blur together, it surprised her how little she thought of Julian anymore. While she certainly thought of herself as his slave; her day-to-day was more focused on maintaining the illusion of her marriage and reinforcing lesbian behavior with Madeline. 

 

Samantha paused on that thought while peeling potatoes. The illusion of my marriage? I’m doing both aren’t I? She had promised herself she could be both a slave to Julian and a housewife to Mark. She had promised herself that was the only way this worked.

 

That was the deal I made… wasn’t it? She tried to remember the last time she had sex with Mark. Was it the fake hypnosis scene they did together? No… they didn’t actually have sex that night, it must have been before… Samantha’s hands resumed peeling potatoes as she pondered, not wanting to waste a precious moment she could set aside for brainwashing later.  

 

She was still mad when she thought about that night, but did she really mean to cut Mark off from sex for two weeks? Samantha struggled to remember the last time she’d gone so long without making love to her husband… Probably when Lucas was born. 

 

He’s going to suspect something is really wrong if we go much longer without sex. I guess I should get him off tonight. Samantha added another chore to her mental checklist: Get everyone to bed. Make Mark cum. Take an edible. Check her phone for more instructions from Madeline. Recite mantras until passing out. Wake up. Repeat.

 

Samantha smiled as she finished peeling the potatoes and put them in a pot of cold water to be refrigerated. The kitchen clock read 2:45. Liv would probably be home around 3:30. That gave Samantha a whole half-hour for brainwashing, plus fifteen minutes to clean off the evidence. She wanted to smile, but her face obediently remained blank. Her arousal flared at her body’s denial of even the simplest want. It flared harder when she imagined a day where she wouldn’t want anything again.

 

She stepped mechanically away from the kitchen, as if to the rhythm of her kitchen clock. Samantha made her way back to her bedroom to reinforce. All the while dreaming of that perfect day.

 

***

 

Liv could hear the shower going when she got home. That seemed more and more common lately. Had her mom started doing afternoon workouts at the Y? Mom had always been more of a morning person, but she did mention being super into some show. Maybe it was only on in the morning? Liv shrugged it off and set her backpack down at the dining table. 

 

It was easier to study in her room, but Liv had been feeling a bit disconnected from her family lately. Lucas was juggling tennis and chess club, Dad was busy with work as always, and Mom… Something was going on with Mom. Liv had no idea what exactly had changed, but her mom was just not around as much as she used to. Liv thought about taking Biology AP last year, and how every day her mom wanted to talk both about what she was learning in class and what she was learning about the boys in class. Liv couldn’t remember the last time she talked to her mom like that.

 

Maybe if she did her homework in the dining room, she could talk to her mom while she cooked. Liv opened her Physics AP book and tried to make sense of the circuit diagrams. She forced her brain into doublethink. The flow of electric current was opposite to the direction electrons flowed. She reminded herself that even though we believed current was traveling in one direction, in reality it was traveling the opposite. The mental gymnastics made her head hurt. 

 

Her mother came down the stairs, hair wrapped in a towel. Samantha looked surprised to see Liv in the dining room. She blinked a few times, as if collecting herself and quietly gazed down at Liv’s homework. 

 

“Electromagnetism, huh? I don’t envy you,” She said casually, while making her way to the kitchen to begin cooking dinner. She put a heavy pot of potatoes on the stove, turned on the burner, and began messing with the oven settings. 

 

Liv was glad her mom was around; she could really use some help. Both of her parents took Physics in college, but Dad was always at work. She let her mom finish up in the kitchen, and when Samantha finally sat down, Liv breathed a sigh of relief. She looked up from the diagrams, five different wrong answers to the same problem all scratched out in her notebook. “Yeah, the resistance and capacitance stuff isn’t too hard but–” Samantha cut her off, completely uninterested in talking about physics.

 

“Hey Liv, since you’re working down here anyway, would you mind keeping half an eye on the potatoes? When the timer goes off, just add some milk and butter and mash them.” Liv stared blankly at her mother. The woman was not only acting distant, but now actively ignoring her. 

 

“Umm… Sure, but–” this time it was the oven beeping that cut her off. It flashed 400F several times before returning to the timer. Samantha got up and grabbed a baking sheet with several already-seasoned steaks from the fridge. She tossed it in the oven and set another kitchen timer. 

 

“When the second timer goes off, can you take the steaks out too? It’d give me some time to get some work done upstairs.” Her mom was smiling now. What was going on upstairs that she was so excited for? Liv noticed her mom’s fingers fiddling with something in her dress pocket. Her phone? 

 

Samantha looked past the disappointment painted on her daughter’s face. She simply smiled and kissed Liv on the top of the head before the girl could say anything else. 

 

“I’m so lucky to have a daughter who can handle studying and cooking at the same time!” Samantha called out as she ran upstairs. Liv could barely make out the last few words as her mother’s voice faded into the distance.

 

So much for getting to spend a little time with Mom. What work does she even need to get upstairs anyway? Liv sighed, and looked over at the kitchen timer. She tried to guess how many problems she could get done before it went off, and got back to studying.

***

 

Samantha closed and locked the door to her bedroom. Her clothes fell from her body, along with any thoughts of steaks, potatoes, and even Liv. 

It felt so good to watch her favorite pocket-watch swinging back and forth in the mirror.

 

 

As she spent the next hour staring at the watch, something unexpected began to happen. She remembered an unusual order Madeline had given her this morning.

 

 

The pocket-watch continued to swing. A reminder that her obedience was as unstoppable as the passage of time.

 

 

Sam was surprised to feel herself resurface more and more. She was fully committed to Julian, so why was she here? Sam saw the beautiful naked slave in the mirror, and remembered it wasn’t her place to wonder anything. 

 

The woman in the mirror spoke to her.

 

“Quiet your mind, Sam.” Her voice was beautiful. Sam smiled at the woman, and spoke beautifully in return.

 

“Mantra One: Hypnosis quiets the noise inside me.” Samantha smiled back at Sam. Sam was being a good girl. 

 

“Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls.” Samantha felt her pussy moisten as she said it. The circles she drew around her clit were so slow, agonizingly slow. Just enough to continue the association with pleasure, but never enough to distract Sam from the orders Madeline willed her to pass on. 

 

“Are you hypnotized Sam? You’ve been nice and obedient all day.” It felt so good to know she was doing this to herself. It was so fun to pretend to be two women. The best part was knowing both of them belonged to Julian. Samantha felt her mouth move as Sam answered.

 

“Mantra Eight: The more I obey, the deeper I fall.” Sam moaned as she briefly slid her fingers inside. She wanted to squeeze down on Julian’s cock so bad. 

 

“Mantra Fourteen: It gives me pleasure to pleasure my Master.”

 

The mantra came automatically. No one ordered her to say it. She didn’t even say it to get herself more worked up. She said it because it was natural to say it. She said it because she had been trained to. After all, she had been hypnotizing herself for weeks.

 

No, not for weeks, for years. Ever since Mark turned her down on their wedding night, the first time she felt brave enough to admit her fetish to him, Sam had been hypnotizing herself…

 

For Julian. 

 

Julian was the only one that could finally satisfy this need. Sam disobediently wondered why he hadn't done it yet.

 

Sam looked back to the horny, hypnotized girl in the mirror. Samantha was smiling back at her. Her lips were moving. Sam couldn’t hear what Samantha was saying, but somehow she knew how to respond.

 

“Yes Samantha… Just as you command…” Sam gasped between moans, “I’ll finally do it… tomorrow…” Sam didn’t even know what she was agreeing to. She was still Samantha wasn’t she? Shouldn’t she know her own thoughts, even if she was hypnotized? She began to recite Mantra Seventeen, but the girl in the mirror stopped her.

 

“Mantra Three: Each time I go under, I feel more like myself.” Samantha recited. She was so confused now. Was she Sam or Samantha? Were they two, or joined? Sam couldn’t tell anymore. She just kept rubbing her pussy and saying the words Samantha whispered in her mind. She still couldn’t hear Samantha’s words, but Mantra Seventeen felt even better to say now.

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

Gifts from her master... She just hadn’t unwrapped them yet. She would tomorrow, but for tonight, she wouldn’t spoil the surprise. Besides, with everything in place, she should take this opportunity to get a good night’s sleep.

 

Her hand slipped into one of the vanity drawers and felt the familiar wrapping paper of a saltwater taffy. Madeline had left her quite a stash of edibles. Sam stared blankly into the mirror as she popped one into her mouth. Then, for no particular reason, she pulled out her phone. Her left hand never stopped swinging the pocket-watch as she tapped out the message. 

 

>Not feeling the best, I think I’m gonna nod off early tonight. Liv should have dinner handled. 

 

Samantha paused, and listened to the sound of the swinging watch.

 

Tick… tick… tick… She remembered her checklist from earlier… She couldn’t let Mark suspect anything…

 

>Feel free to wake me up for some fun when you come to bed though. I think I’ll have just enough energy for that and I want to make sure we don’t miss another night. :) 

 

Her body rewarded her with a small orgasm as she hit send. Samantha held her eyes open so Sam never had to look away from the pocket-watch. When the afterwaves had finally settled, she put the pocket-watch back in its drawer. It felt amazing to watch her hand move robotically. She crawled into bed, and let herself fall into a blissful dream of hypnosis and slavery. She hoped when Mark woke her, she wouldn’t remember it.

 

***

 

Sam’s phone played a single, soft chime at 4:00 AM. Her eyes opened, and she reached over to read the message from Madeline. 

 

>Time to wake up. Today’s the day. 

 

If the words meant anything to Samantha, her face didn’t betray it.

 

Samantha climbed out of bed, well rested from her early bedtime. The blanket pulled off of Mark, whose naked form shivered without its protection from the cold air. Samantha didn’t bother to cover him back up. His shivering went just as unnoticed as the cold air on her own skin. Samantha walked into the shower and mechanically began to lather her entire body. She scrubbed everywhere, and let all evidence of Mark’s fun from last night slide down the drain.

 

Just like her memory of the event.

 

She shaved her pussy, washed her hair, and stepped out of the shower. She dried, and retrieved the perfume Madeline had given her just for this day.

Hypnotic Poison, by Dior

Over the perfume’s lifecycle, Mark would only notice the top notes, something not far from playdough. Only just as he was leaving would the top scent begin to dissolve and the true nature of the scent would be revealed: an intoxicating combination of musk and sandalwood. The scent that always drove Julian crazy. She inhaled as she applied the scent, marking her wrists, neck, and very soul for him. She belonged to him, inside and out. Samantha put on a simple black dress, and pulled her hair into a damp ponytail. Then, the housewife got to work.

 

Through the power of her master’s control, Samantha had never been so focused. By 5:00, she had a load of dishes going. By 5:20, the bathroom was clean. By 6:00, she had everyone’s breakfast ready and lunches packed. She was going to spend a lot of time out of the house today. She couldn’t let a messy house, or unfinished chores catch anyone’s attention. She downed a protein shake and began to vacuum. The noise ensured no one would oversleep, and would be out the door on time. The trace sweat that formed while cleaning only enhanced Madeline’s perfume.

 

By the time her family left for the day, Samantha had vacuumed the entire house. She would have thought her efficiency today was miraculous, if she was still thinking. 

 

Samantha put the vacuum away. The house was spotless. No one would suspect the housewife was spending the entire day at her ex’s house. At 8:30, Samantha got into her car, and began to drive. The radio was off. The only sound she heard was the rhythmic humming of the car’s engine. It was as if the very pistons followed the same clockwork that controlled the rest of Samantha’s life. 

 

 

Samantha pulled into Julian’s driveway and parked behind Madeline’s car. Still hypnotized by Julian's watch, she took one step after another; completely in sync with its hypnotic sound.

Tick… tick… tick…

 

She climbed the stairs and made her way into Julian’s brainwashing chamber. The combined smell of lavender and girl-lust went just as unnoticed as the third slave moaning on the table, staring at the projected spiral through a tangled mat of red hair. Despite how deep Samantha was, her heart was still pounding in her chest.

Tick… tick… tick…

 

Madeline pulled her mouth from her master’s cock as Samantha walked in. She climbed off the bed, and Samantha saw her master’s cock in all its glory for the first time in years. She felt no joy or despair upon seeing it, for in her mind Samantha saw something else.

 

Samantha pulled off her dress, and straddled her master. Madeline pressed her body into Samantha’s back; her warm breasts sending tingles of excitement through Samantha’s body, still conditioned to enjoy a woman’s touch. Madeline began to draw out goosebumps as she tapped one fingernail after another along Samantha’s neck.

 

 

Madeline nibbled on Samantha’s earlobe before whispering the command.

 

“It’s finally time, Samantha. Please him.” 

 

Samantha didn’t respond. She merely lowered herself onto Julian, and felt his cock open her up in a way she hadn’t felt in years. Hypnotized or not, the truth was undeniable. Julian’s cock really was bigger than Mark’s. If it was Sam, she would have cried out with the pain that felt so similar to her first time.

 

Instead, Samantha’s body registered the difference. The physical pain didn’t bother her. Her mind wasn’t even aware of it. She began grinding on his cock as Julian throbbed inside her. She didn’t slide up and down. He wasn’t even thrusting. He just leaned back, held his hands behind his head, and let the brainwashed girl do all the work. She had been programmed to rock back and forth on his cock. 

 

Back and forth. 

 

Back and forth. 

 

Just like the swinging pocket-watch that would echo in her mind for eternity.

 

 

Samantha didn’t notice when Julian came. She didn’t notice him laying her down so Madeline could lick the cum out of her. She didn’t notice Julian standing above her swinging the pocket-watch, again winding her up like the clockwork toy she was. She didn’t notice anything for hours…

 

Eventually, she woke up from trance. Her master stood before her and Madeline was holding her phone.

 

“Send the message,” Julian ordered. 

 

The slave obeyed. The lock screen displayed 4:30 PM. Samantha’s fingers mechanically unlocked it and began typing out a text to Mark. 

 

>Madeline invited me to a girls’ night out. I’ll probably be out late. Think you can handle dinner without me? 

 

Samantha set the phone down and returned to Julian. She didn’t hear the buzz of Mark’s response. As Julian began dropping her back into trance, she could hear only one thing:

Tick… tick… tick…