Welcome Home
by TempleSiren_NULL
My ten-hour shift was done. My one-hour commute was finally over. I walked up the stairs to my apartment, weighed down by the bulky company laptop in my backpack and the twelve-pack of beer in my right hand. Thank God the corner gas station started stocking Sam Adams in bulk. I was ready for the weekend.
I walked into our not-quite-small but not-quite-large apartment. I got the beer in the fridge and threw my bag on the dining table.
Amanda wasn’t there. Amanda always played WoW Friday afternoons. Ever since we started dating, she never missed her guild’s weekly raid. Even when she had the flu, she was bundled up, chugging Gatorade in front of her laptop at the dining table.
I checked my phone. No texts saying she had to leave for some kind of emergency. In fact…
I looked outside and saw her dusty white beat-up sedan in her spot as always. Although over in guest parking there was…
I shook my head. Why was I thinking about other cars? Without really anywhere else to look, I walked to the bedroom.
As I approached, I heard a soft, almost scratching sound. Was it the cat? As if to prove me wrong, Amanda’s Siamese walked out of the bathroom and gave me that classic Siamese meow. Damn thing was louder than our neighbor’s dogs.
The scratching persisted. It was definitely coming from the bedroom. As I got even closer, I could hear it more clearly. Definitely not scratching, I could almost make out words? Like someone was whispering?
I opened the door and saw Amanda on our bed, naked and propped up against the headboard. She sat cross-legged and I could see a damp spot on the sheets just under her knees. Both hands were between her legs, and Brianna was whispering in her ear.
Oh God. Brianna, my first girlfriend in high school.
My mistress.
“Welcome home, Leo.” Brianna spoke seductively, drawing out each word as if presenting them to me. “Take a seat next to Amanda, and watch the spiral.”
I couldn’t help but turn around and see the spiral that was displayed on my TV. I always felt so safe… whenever I watched the spiral…
All the tension in my body, whether from pointless meetings, unreasonable clients, or my idiot boss who didn’t understand compensatory time… All that tension, which had only intensified while I was stuck in my car for an hour…
It suddenly evaporated. Finally, I felt relaxed.
Thank god Brianna was here.
Without being told, I began unbuttoning my shirt. It felt good to be naked for the spiral. It felt better to be naked for Brianna.
Mistress Brianna, I corrected myself as my pants and underwear came down. Soon I’d be deep in trance and those little slip-ups wouldn’t happen.
I took my place on the bed next to Amanda, and reveled in how familiar it was. The two of us, sitting next to each other staring into the spiral. I felt my wife’s hand wrap my rock-hard cock and squeeze.
There was no give. My cock is never harder than when I’m hypnotized. I reached down and felt her wetness leaking out, and smiled. The free version of me would be so jealous. Amanda was only ever this wet when she was hypnotized.
“You two are so well trained… Tell me what you are.”
Mistress spoke, we had to obey. “We are your hypnotized slaves. We exist for your pleasure. Please program us further.”
Brianna pulled Amanda into a long, deep kiss. My free self would have given anything to see the two of them kissing. Though my free self thinks he hasn’t seen Brianna in over a decade. I’m so glad I don’t have to be him. I didn’t even bother to watch. I just stared into the spiral… slowly jacking myself off to reinforce the hypnosis… happily waiting my turn…
The spiral pulled me in deeper and deeper as Brianna made out with her slave. I could start to see the colors that only appeared when I was deep enough. I still don’t understand if they’re an optical illusion or something Brianna told me to see. Either way, I was always happy to see them. I only see them when I’m hypnotized.
I could hear Amanda’s soft moan as Brianna pulled away from the kiss. She started whispering in Amanda’s ear again. I didn’t hear what she said, but it didn’t matter. All I wanted to do right now was watch the spiral.
Falling deeper and deeper into the spiral… endlessly…
Someone’s hand pushed mine away from my cock. I then felt Amanda’s mouth on my cock. I didn’t have to look down to know it was her. It was always Amanda. Brianna didn’t allow slave-cock in her mouth.
“I’m so glad I get to play with my first slave again,” Brianna whispered in my ear as Amanda sucked my cock. “You may not be my favorite, but it’s always special playing with you.” I felt her hand caressing my cheek. Goosebumps covered my arms, but I never looked away from the spiral. Lines of orange and cyan were guiding me deeper into its power.
“Especially after what you did to her.”
Wait… what did I…
“Remember, Leo,” my mistress commanded, and my mind obeyed.
“Remember, Leo,” my mistress commanded, and my mind obeyed.
Memories, hidden from even my slave self, opened before me. On our wedding night, I confided in Amanda that I had a hypnosis fetish. She was so loving, so supportive, so willing to try it out with me. I hypnotized her again and again, taught her the joys of being a slave. The same joys Brianna taught me so long ago…
“Look at her, Leo.” My head arched down, and I saw Amanda. My beautiful, wonderful, kind Amanda, with no light in her eyes. Simply bobbing her head up and down on another slave’s cock. Not out of love for the man I used to be, but because her mistress told her to.
She was so much hotter this way.
“Tell her what you did, Leo.” This wasn’t a grand reveal. I knew I’d done this so many times now. It was probably Brianna’s favorite game to play. It still hurt as the words came out.
“I brainwashed you, Amanda.” She moaned onto my cock as I admitted it. For a split second, I could see her as she was before. The beautiful girl who couldn’t stop laughing while telling me stories about her guildmates. I watched her become consumed by Brianna’s spiral. I wanted to hate myself, but I couldn’t.
It felt too good.
It hurt so much to admit, but Amanda’s continued moans on my cock only encouraged me.
“I brainwashed you for her. Not for me. I never had a hypnosis fetish.” Amanda was sucking harder now. Her head was moving faster on my cock than it ever did when we were free. She never wanted to suck me this badly when we were free.
Only when we were hypnotized.
It felt so good to be hypnotized.
“What happened next?” My mistress’s voice felt so warm as she whispered into my ear. The goosebumps were all over my body. I could feel the heat rising. I was starting to build…
“It’s starting to build, Mistress…” I said automatically. She quickly but gently put her hand on Amanda’s head.
“Stop, Amanda.” My wife froze in place as my cock throbbed several times in her mouth. I had been building but I wasn’t close. I felt the pressure in my body slowly but surely begin to fade.
“You’re such a good boy for being honest with me,” Mistress said as she grabbed Amanda by her ponytail and pulled my wife away from my cock. “Don’t touch yourself Leo, just sit there and stare and keep telling her what you did.”
My eyes were locked on the spiral. The orange and cyan streams had started wrapping around each other. It was like a second spiral within the first. I began to see neon purple and green streams guiding me down this second spiral. The more I saw the colors, the deeper I was.
“I hypnotized you to find it sexy.” I heard a moan. Amanda must have been touching herself as I told the tale of her downfall. I loved making my wife happy. That’s something Brianna left in on purpose.
“It made you so happy to be hypnotized. I couldn’t stop doing it. I made you want to be hypnotized more.” Amanda’s moans were becoming higher-pitched. I knew she was getting close.
“And when you were too deep to remember, I told you about your true owner. The same as mine…” Amanda was breathing hard now. She must be getting so close. Brianna hadn’t stopped her. Was Mistress actually going to let her cum this time?
“I made you want her. I made you love her more than you loved me. I made you beg me to introduce you.” The neighbors were sure to hear Amanda’s moans at this point, but none of us cared. I knew she must be so close. I couldn’t wait for her to–
“Stop,” Mistress ordered.
I stopped speaking and Amanda stopped touching. Despite her programming, Amanda began to make a high-pitched whine. Her orgasm had just barely started when Mistress ordered her to stop. Amanda would have to wait to finish it.
“Lie down, Leo.” I did as I was commanded. I finally looked away at the spiral and up towards my ceiling fan. As the walls began to stretch from the lingering effects of the spiral, I imagined the ceiling fan was just another spiral sucking me in.
“Straddle him, Amanda.” My wife sat up, and swung her legs over my face. She was facing the TV, facing the spiral. I saw nothing but her beautiful pussy.
“Leo, one lick.” I obeyed, and let my tongue just barely touch as it slid up the length of Amanda’s slit. I pressed it against her opening, and then retracted it. Amanda moaned as I dutifully obeyed.
“Do you want to cum, Amanda?” I felt her juices dripping on me as she squeezed at nothing.
“Yes, Mistress. I need it… please…” I began rubbing my hands along the sides of her legs; dragging my fingers in just the way she loves. I heard the muffled moans of the two women kissing, and felt Brianna’s thighs straddling my legs.
“I’m going to let you cum, Amanda.” Another drop fell on my face. “But only with your husband’s cock deep inside me and your tongue in my mouth. Is that okay?” More wetness fell to my face. I was too far gone to care about Amanda’s orgasm or even Brianna’s pussy slowly lowering onto my cock. I was a hypnotized slave. I waited for my next order.
Despite that, I couldn’t help but throb in Brianna’s pussy as I heard my wife’s next words.
“Of course, Mistress,” she said with relief, as if Brianna was going to give her some kind of real trial. Brianna started sliding up and down on my cock and I felt myself harden beyond what I thought was possible. Amanda’s pussy rocked above me, and as I stared into it, I couldn’t help but see the spiral. I let the words Amanda was chanting guide me into it.
“I live to obey my mistress… Obedience is pleasure…”
“Good girl, make her cum, Leo.” I heard my wife’s muffled moan as the two women kissed. I dove into my wife’s pussy, driven by both my love for her and my desire to obey. All of me was dedicated to her pleasure. The fact that my obedience made my cock nice and hard for my mistress only made it better. I pulled my mouth back from Amanda’s pussy. It felt terrible to disobey, but a stronger command, long-ago implanted, took precedence.
“Mistress, I’m getting close.”
Amanda broke the kiss just long enough to call out “Me too, Mistress!” I felt Amanda shift as Brianna pushed her back, and saw the angle of her pussy change, as Amanda was guided to our mistress’s breast.
“Keep fucking me… keep sucking my tits… keep licking her pussy… Wait for the countdown.” Mistress snapped her fingers, and we entered total trance.
I was just a body moving under two beautiful women. My mind had total control of my body and my mind was dedicated to Mistress. I felt my orgasm building and mentally commanded it to wait. My mind controlled my body and my mind belonged to Mistress.
As my body noticed Amanda flowing over its face, I realized she must be thinking the same thing.
God, I’m glad she owned both of us.
“Harder… both of you…”
We eagerly obeyed. I began thrusting and licking, only holding back just enough to make sure both women still felt amazing. I heard Brianna cry out as Amanda sucked hard on her nipples. Just the way Brianna loved.
“Good slaves. Cum. Now.”
I was engulfed in beautiful white light. The light of rapture that only came from my mistress’s power. Nothing else existed right now. Not Amanda, not even Mistress’s pussy squeezing my cock. It was just me…
And the total pleasure of obedience.
I felt the change in taste as Amanda began to squirt. Different from her normal arousal, only my slave-self knew this taste. Even Amanda’s free self didn’t know she could squirt.
I felt the pleasure of my mistress’s pussy for the last time that night as she slid off of me. I soon felt Amanda climb off me as well.
“Watch the spiral, Leo. I have unfinished business with your wife.”
I didn’t even get to watch them play. I had no desire to. The spiral sucked me in with all the colors I knew existed. My trance was only interrupted by the sound of Brianna’s orgasm as my wife finished licking my cum out of my ex-girlfriend. I don’t know how much time passed after that. I only knew that Amanda sat beside me as we watched the spiral. Mistress’s words rebuilt our fake personalities again. Piece by piece she assembled the mask that would hide our true selves.
Even from our free selves.
Eventually, the spiral disappeared. I blinked a few times as the colors began to fade from my vision. Out of habit, I reached for the checkbook and pen I always keep in my nightstand.
“Two thousand this time, Leo. I plan on booking a flight to California.” Mistress began idly rubbing herself as she thought about slaves I’d never meet. “I’ll be back in a couple months. Be good slaves and keep reinforcing each other while I’m gone,” she said while digging out a flash drive from her purse.
“Yes, Mistress,” we said in unison as I handed her the check, knowing when I checked my bank statement, I’d only see a charitable donation to the local shelter. Amanda took the flash drive, and held it reverently. We both knew it contained hours of videos designed to keep us brainwashed. Tonight, I would fuck Amanda from behind while we watched the spiral together.
Check in hand, Mistress walked out of our lives once again, and I felt the mask of freedom rebuilding itself over my psyche. My slave-self had one last thought before it went back to hiding within my soul.
It feels so good to be hers. I wish we never had to pretend to be free.