Samantha

Chapter 7 - Gratitude

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

Samantha’s knees ached against the hardwood floor. She had no idea how long she had been kneeling before Julian, letting him rewrite her mind with each swing of the pocket-watch.

Tick… tick… tick…

Samantha’s eyes followed the watch as it swung left and right, just a little more slowly each time. It felt like everything was happening more slowly, but there was nothing wrong with that. She just had to keep watching it swing.

Tick… tick… tick…

Julian coiled the chain of the pocket-watch as he began to put it away. He looked down at Samantha, her eyes still shifting side to side. She was still watching the pendulum swing.

“Stand up,” he ordered.

Samantha pushed through the tightness in her muscles. Her left leg didn’t quite extend as much as she meant to and she was just barely able to keep from falling. The pain of finally moving after spending so long kneeling did slightly jar her from the trance. She no longer felt like she would automatically obey him. Now, she felt like she had a choice.

She would choose to obey.

Samantha stood before her master, legs red and shaking as the pins and needles slowly faded away. As feeling returned, the slickness on her thighs suddenly became very noticeable.

“Are you awake, Samantha?” Julian asked, his deep, piercing eyes narrowing as he looked down on his latest prize.

The answer didn’t come automatically. Samantha willed herself to say it.

“Yes.” There was no hiding from him. She could never lie to her master. He knew exactly what was going on in her head, because he’s the one who put it all there.

“Could you walk out of my house if you wanted to?”

Samantha could visualize it. Turning away and running. Getting in her car and driving straight to Mark’s work. Confess everything and cry into his arms. He would still take her back. They would hug and cry and work everything out together. Mark loved her so much, and she…

Samantha didn’t want to think about Mark anymore. She spoke to her master instead.

“I could, but I choose not to.” It felt good to tell him the truth.

Julian smiled. “Good girl. Now, I want you to do something for me. I want you to think about yourself for me. I know you’re awake, but you can still imagine for me can’t you?”

“Yes…” Samantha responded slowly, as if she was in trance. She knew she was awake. She controlled her own mind. She knew that obedience was her choice when she was awake, but it didn’t even feel like she was choosing.

It just felt natural.

“I want you to imagine the perfect version of yourself. The version of yourself you always wanted to be. It’s nice to imagine that, isn’t it?”

“Yes…” Samantha murmured as her eyelids began to droop. She was awake, but it felt nice to imagine the best version of herself. Who doesn’t daydream like that? In her imagination she was so happy. She was standing in a black void, empty and all alone, yet somehow perfectly content.

“I want you to imagine becoming that perfect version of yourself.”

As Samantha floated through her own mind, she felt her belly flatten and tighten with muscle. She felt the tension in her shoulders lift as her breasts shrank and lifted back to the shape they held before Liv was born. She felt energy and strength return. She felt her mind sharpening to the way it was at the end of college. Before she’d given up learning… Before she was a housewife…

Julian’s voice cut through the void.

“Imagine a mirror in the distance, reflecting just enough light that you know it’s there, twinkling in the distance like a star. It will show you what you are. Go to it.”

Samantha saw the star twinkling in the void. As she walked closer, she could see more and more of herself. The star brightened and expanded into a pane of glass. With every step, the image swelled until she could see nothing but her own reflection.

“Tell me what she looks like.”

Samantha saw herself, naked. She never hated her figure, but the stretch marks, the crow’s feet, and her sagging breasts all distracted from her beauty. In college she was pretty. Now, it was hard to imagine anyone but Mark finding her attractive.

“That’s wrong, you are so beautiful.”

“No…” Samantha whispered. She saw her idealized self in the mirror, but even her idealized self couldn’t escape reality. The figure morphed into a different version of Samantha. Not truly the ideal version of herself, but the ideal version Samantha could still become. She was in her 40s, she’d had kids, her life was stressful. Despite this, the woman in the mirror was smiling.

Was she smiling because she was wearing a collar…

She was smiling because she’d been hypnotized to smile…

“She was smiling, because she always wanted this,” Julian told her, “and that’s what makes a slave beautiful.”

Samantha began to smile.

“Your master loves you. Your master loves every part of your body. Every part of you that serves me, pleases me. I look at you and see only a devoted slave who has given every part of herself to me.”

Samantha couldn’t stop herself. “Mantra Twenty: Every part of me belongs to him. Forever.”

“Every part of you is beautiful,” Julian casually remarked as he started fondling Samantha’s breast. The sheer arousal, evident by the tension in his fingers, put to rest any thoughts Samantha had about him pretending to find her beautiful. Then another annoying thought began to bother her.

Mark never calls me beautiful anymore.

Was that true, or did Julian make her think that? Samantha felt a piercing pain in her forehead as she tried to remember. It was like her mind didn’t want her to know.

She could remember Mark calling her beautiful on their wedding day. On dates before the kids, on the days they woke up early for class… All these memories… All these wonderful memories of her husband calling her beautiful…

They were all so long ago.

“Look in the mirror. Tell me how she looks.”

Samantha saw herself, a completely devoted slave. Naked, except for the dog collar around her neck. Her eyes were staring blankly ahead, her pussy was leaking down her leg. Her makeup was pristine, nails and hair all done-up. All of her completely devoted to her master.

“She looks beautiful.” She took a breath as the realization dawned on her. Would Julian actually be a more caring partner than Mark? She knew it couldn’t be right, but in this moment… She couldn’t help but wonder.

“And what is that girl’s name?”

Just to challenge herself, she tried to think of the name Mark called her. The headache returned and she stopped trying. Instead, she gave the name that came naturally.

“Samantha.”

There was no choice, only truth.

“And why are you here, Samantha?”

Her fingers drifted towards her slit. She couldn’t help slowly rubbing her finger up and down, drawing wetness from inside. Along with her juices, the truth also spilled out of her.

“I came here to cheat on my husband, Master”

Now Julian smiled. “Kiss me.”

Samantha couldn’t help looking up at Julian. His eyes stared through her soul… Those same deep brown eyes she fell in love with so long ago… Samantha always felt like she was falling into them.

Whether she was his slave or his lover, she was falling deep into the abyss of his soul. Warmth spread through her face as he got closer. She felt his lips against hers, and for the first time in two decades, everything felt right.

Their tongues danced as he wrapped his arms around her. Samantha ran her hands along his back trying to feel every single part of that body she’d missed for twenty years. His strong arms lifted her into the air and carried her to the bed. Samantha couldn’t stop kissing him as he laid her down and climbed between her legs.

Last time I was in trance. This time, I’ll remember all of it.

She felt her legs instinctively spreading for him. She was open. She was his. She looked in her master’s eyes, and held his gaze, almost as if they were equals.

Then his cock spread her.

Julian drove into her again and again. Each thrust deep and merciless. She was still raw, her body stretched and aching. It was too soon, she hadn’t adjusted to his size. As the sharp edge of every painful thrust melted into pleasure, a horrifying thought dawned on her.

She loved it. No matter how much it hurt, she loved it.

It wasn’t fair. If pain with Julian felt this good, what chance did Mark have?

Mark… Why am I thinking about Mark… I’m supposed to be…

For no particular reason, Samantha remembered something… Something Julian had spent a long time teaching her. His cock was opening her up perfectly. She felt the familiar stretch as his cock found places Mark’s cock could never reach. All the discomfort simply folded into the pleasure, as if she was unable to consider Julian’s cock as anything but amazing.

And God, it felt amazing… But Samantha wasn’t supposed to think about that. She was supposed to think about something else, wasn’t she?

It was so hard to think while he was fucking her. What was she trying to remember…?

“Samantha, you can remember now. Speak Mantra Twenty-Six.”

Samantha felt Julian’s cock harden to steel as the words flowed out of her. She only just now realized how much she was holding back. It felt so good to say the words,

“Mantra Twenty-Six: I love cheating on my husband.”

Her pussy clamped down as an orgasm erupted. Mantra Twenty-Six repeated again and again in her head as she came on her ex-boyfriend’s cock.

Mantra Twenty-Six: I love cheating on my husband.

Over and over, any attempt to turn her mind away just made everything more focused.

I love cheating on my husband.

I love cheating.

She was really doing this. She was fully cheating on Mark, and she loved it more than she thought was possible. She felt Julian’s grip release her throat. She hadn’t realized he was even choking her.

Air filled her lungs and the dull pain in her neck began to fade. She realized her new mantra, she dared not even think its number, had lured her back into trance. She was truly awake now, and there was a single inescapable thought rising to the front of Sam's mind.

That fucker actually did it.

He had fetishized cheating. He was tying the idea of cheating to her hypnosis fetish. If Samantha was hypnotized to cheat, that was hot. If she was hypnotized to love cheating, that just further proved how hypnotized she really was.

God, he was shackling her mind even further. She already fully belonged to him, but he was adding more. Reinforcing her hypnosis fetish with slavery fetishism, lesbian fetishism, and now cheating fetishism. Every layer gave her another addiction that he held over her. Another way to lure her back if she somehow broke free of everything else.

Sam remembered how Madeline fetishized enslaving her. Every fetish was a chain on a slave’s mind. The ghost of Sam’s existence wondered if she’d ever be free.

Samantha squashed down her old self, and thought something new.

Something neither Julian nor Madeline had taught her.

Mantra Twenty-Seven: I never want to be free.

Samantha squeezed down with the thought, grateful to her master for giving her the tools she needed to silence Sam. Her old self didn’t even resist.

Grateful she had the freedom to further enslave herself.

Julian began thrusting harder into her. She loved how much she loved this, and from outside the door, Samantha heard a moan and a familiar voice.

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

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

Madeline was watching from the doorway, touching herself.

God, that was hot.

“That’s right,” Julian said between breaths,“ Madeline is living her own programmed fetish. Don’t you think it would be hot to watch your master fuck a girl that you enslaved?”

Samantha imagined herself in Madeline’s place, and found her pussy getting slicker. Imagining Master kneeling on the bed thrusting into another girl.

The girl I brought to him… The girl I trained for him… The girl…

“Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls,” Madeline moaned again.

Samantha blinked away the face of the girl she imagined. She blinked the terrible thought away, the thought Sam wouldn’t allow. Samantha turned back to her master. She needed a distraction.

Now.

“Master, may I thank Madeline for brainwashing me?” Madeline stopped touching herself and walked just inside the door. Her thighs were soaked from her enjoyment of watching them. Samantha knew there would be nothing Madeline would enjoy more than to participate in this moment.

Julian smiled and leaned back, lazily motioning for Madeline to join them. As she hurried over and began kissing Julian, he adjusted so he was kneeling between Samantha’s legs.

“Straddle her, Madeline. Ride Samantha’s mouth. She wants to thank you after all.”

Madeline’s eyes widened, and with a gleeful expression, she lowered herself onto Samantha’s face.

As her vision darkened and focused on Madeline’s dripping pussy, Samantha felt Julian throb inside of her. Her master was enjoying this. She squeezed him back twice. Julian moaned and started thrusting again.

“Samantha,” Julian said in between breaths, “thank her for brainwashing you.” He started pounding her harder, and Samantha’s tongue began darting out at Madeline’s pussy. The tip of her tongue was just barely able to penetrate if she got the angle right.

Pushing, and flicking, and pressing, and pushing again. All one after another, assaulting Madeline’s body, working as hard as she could to thank her as much as possible. Samantha had to focus on this. She had to focus on how amazing this was. Otherwise she might think about…

“Thank… you… so… much…“ Samantha accentuated every word with a lick. Madeline was overflowing. The familiar smell of perfume and lavender was completely buried under Madeline’s scent. Samantha needed to keep showing her gratitude.

”I… love… that… you… brainwashed… me…” Madeline moaned out as she began slowly rotating her hips forward and backward. Samantha reached up and pressed her lips into Madeline’s pussy, kissing it. Madeline ground her clit into Samantha’s lips once, and then reset herself so Samantha could resume licking.

Julian pulled Madeline into a kiss. As the two kissed, they began to thrust, and soon became synchronized. It felt like they were pressing into each other. In reality, Julian was thrusting into Samantha’s pussy, and Madeline was grinding into Samantha’s mouth. The two of them were using the enslaved housewife for their pleasure as they made love to each other.

This was how Samantha thanked the two of them for teaching her this. These new mantras that would help her find true happiness again. As she felt Julian’s cock slam again into that deep, painful part of her, she couldn’t help but moan her new favorite mantra into Madeline’s clit,

“Mantra Twenty-Seven: I never want to be free.”

***

It was just after midnight when Samantha pulled into her driveway. She turned off the car and sat there for a long while. Just staring into the house, hoping to God that Mark was asleep. Wondering if she waited and watched long enough, if there would somehow be some proof that no one would notice her. That no one would notice her own body odor was overpowered by two other people’s musk on her as well.

Samantha sniffed her armpit just to confirm that she could in fact smell three different people mixed together. She looked back at the house. It was still silently waiting.

She knew she wouldn’t do it, but Samantha imagined herself telling Mark. Could he still forgive her? If she said it was a mistake that went too far, but she never wants to let it happen again. Would he believe her? She imagined walking into the house, waking him up, and telling him.

Mark would start crying, and she’d tell him the truth. She’d tell him she was scared she’d never get to live out her fetish. She’d tell him that she never felt truly satisfied with him. She’d tell him his cock never would be able to satisfy her. She’d reach into her panties and show Mark the cum of a man who could satisfy–

No!

Samantha made her choice and she would live with it, but she didn’t want to humiliate Mark. She would only tell him if she thought he would forgive her.

She knew he never would.

But if she wanted forgiveness, if she wanted to imagine a situation where she tells the truth and he forgives her. How come she couldn’t stop imagining herself riding Mark’s little cock while telling him how Julian’s is so much bigger.

Most importantly: Why was this the first time in weeks she’d been turned on while thinking about Mark?

Wait, could that be the answer?

What if she got Mark to roleplay this? Would Mark do that? Let her roleplay that she’s a hotwife and he’s a cuckold? If she wasn’t specific with names, maybe she could even say, “My ex’s cock is so much better than yours…” She could just imagine Julian still had her brainwashed. She’d be able to satisfy herself with just Mark. She wouldn’t need…

I wouldn’t need to keep lying to myself.

Samantha reached down and lightly traced the outline of her pussy. Horrified, at how turned on she was by thought of telling Mark, even in roleplay, how much it turned her on to fuck another man. She forced her hand back to the steering wheel.

She looked back to the house. It was still silently waiting…

There wasn’t going to be any way to tell. Samantha took a deep breath and opened the car door. She walked up to her house and walked in. Liv was sitting on the couch in the living room, reading a book.

“Mom! Where were you?” Liv got up and ran to her mother, pulling her inside. Samantha blinked a few times as a memory she didn’t want to see popped into her head.

“Mom?” Liv closed the door behind them. Samantha looked upstairs. The lights were off. Mark and Lucas should be asleep. She looked back at her daughter. What could she say?

“Umm…” Samantha felt the memory of her 21st birthday slip in, and reflexively began slurring her words. “I… told your dad…” Samantha took slow, careful steps as she walked inside and sat down on the couch, “I told him… Madeline and I were getting drinks… What’d he tell you?”

Liv stared at her mother. “Were you driving drunk?”

“No no no, Liv. I’m not drunk. I’m just a little tipsy.”

I don’t know what’s worse: if she sees through this, or if she believes me

“Dad said you were going out with some friends, and he also said you weren’t answering his texts.” Liv stared at her mother’s purse. Samantha felt her hand reactively move to cover her phone. To hide the evidence from her family.

“Liv, I’m so sorry I worried you.” Samantha feigned surprise as she pulled out her phone. “Oh my God… I missed so many calls… That bar was so loud, I didn’t notice…” Samantha sat down, staring at her phone. “I’ll have to apologize to your father. He’s completely right to be mad….” Samantha looked at the novel sitting face-down on the other couch cushion.

“Oh my gosh… Liv, did you stay up late just to make sure I got home safe?” Samantha asked, her drunken facade hiding genuine tenderness. Liv picked up the book and started turning off the lights.

“Yeah Mom, don’t you think you’d stay up, if you were worried about me?”

Samantha imagined Liv out late…

Out at…

She couldn’t think that. She blinked the thought away.

Samantha hugged her daughter, and heard her daughter inhale. She became painfully aware of Madeline’s lingering scent on her face.

“Mom, what’s that–” Samantha couldn’t let her finish the question. Words began spilling out of her.

“I’m so sorry honey. God, thank you so much for worrying so much about me. I can’t believe I have such a caring daughter. You really are too good for me…” Liv was frowning at her. This wasn’t working. Samantha’s stomach began to tighten. It hurt. She needed this to end.

“I promise not to scare you guys like that again. I’ll make sure I start checking my phone when I’m out and about.”

Wait, that was it. She’d just have to make sure she checked her phone. Julian would let her do that. She just had to answer texts and no one would suspect anything.

No one will suspect anything, and I can be happy.

Liv and Samantha hugged for a long time, before they finally made their way up to their rooms. Samantha showered off Julian’s and Madeline’s scents and crawled into bed with Mark. He was so nice and warm. She pressed her body into his and heard his soft moan. She kissed his neck a few times and pressed into him.

I can do this. I can make it work. I love being Mark’s wife. The only thing that’s rough is that I don’t get to enjoy my fetish. Maybe, by roleplaying with Julian, I can let that need be fulfilled and not have to be mad at Mark. Maybe this could even help me love him more. I’d have nothing to be bitter about…

It was nice to pretend, but she didn’t believe it for a second. Julian had really hypnotized her. She was his. It was her core truth.

Mark looked so peaceful, his body rising and falling with his breath. That used to be her favorite sound.

Tick… tick… tick…

Samantha pressed hard into her husband. She still loved him. She sighed in relief at that thought. She loved Mark. Julian hadn’t taken that away at least.

Samantha enjoyed the warmth of her husband as she hugged him, and fell asleep by him.

She didn’t let herself wonder how long Julian would let her love Mark.

***

As Samantha slept, down the hall, Liv was awake in her bed. The light of her phone illuminated the cramped bedroom. She was researching signs of an affair.

Thank you to everyone who's followed Samantha's journey so far. If you feel like supporting me, I do now have a Patreon. Any support, whether through there or just in the form of feedback is greatly appreciated.

See you next week!

-Temple Siren

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