Flashes of Haremsim

Clean Conscience

by me_chan

Tags: #dom:female #f/f #harem #sub:female

Note: This story follows the events of Mistress Alexis' Harem (Part 4): Claudine.

Stacy stepped out of her bedroom, stretching happily, having lovely dreams of hypnosis and the fun party she'd thrown at her apartment. After a big yawn, the happy memories deflated as she looked around and realized she had a lot to clean up. 

"Ugh, my place is going to look this bad for a week," she chided herself, knowing the snail's pace she usually took for getting her place back to any semblance of clean. She wondered if anyone would've stuck around to help her pick up at least, which is when she noticed an open spiral notebook on the island counter of her kitchen. Nearly a full page written, she picked it up to read, expecting it to be a note from her friends saying they'd be by later to help with the clean-up.

"Good morning Stacy, I hope you had a fun party, because the morning after is going to be even better," the first line started. It confused the party host as it didn't sound like any of her friends. A small smile crept on her face as she imagined Mistress Alexis crashing her party, or really gracing it with her presence, and this notebook was the start of some exciting play. But strangely enough, the handwriting looked like hers.

"I'm sure you're asking yourself how could today top last night. If I were to ask your friends, they wouldn't believe it either, being graced with the luxurious lavations of Mistress Claudine." Stacy's eyes widened as she read further, seemingly unable to stop. "They could barely believe what they were seeing as I showed them the Soleil Noir, proving to them a Black Sun is to be helplessly stared at, especially in the form of a lustrous black pocket watch that just must go back and forth. You know very well how much it goes back and fort. You feel very well how it goes back and forth. Back and forth in your mind, the tip of the back and forth tingling your fingertips that lets you hold my watch. The back and forth brings obedience and attention. The back and forth brings your attention to obedience, knowing how wonderful it will be to have that back and forth in your mind as you think of the Soleil Noir hanging above you, drawing your mind's eye in the back of your mind, cleansing it as you begin to cleanse this room. Back and forth your hands and mind will move, solely because Mistress Claudine commands it. And as Mistress Claudine commands..."

"...I will obey," a listless Stacy uttered, seeing the French seductress within holding the pocket watch,  swinging it in the same arch that matched her smile. Tingling fingers indeed found themselves ready to clean, to grab tools to help bring her kitchen back to the order demanded of her, following the orders with a soft smile never leaving her face. 

When the kitchen was done, Stacy found the energy to make a new notation on the next page following Claudine's, mantric prose stating "My mind goes back and forth for Mistress Claudine. My hands go back and forth for Mistress Claudine. My cleanliness goes back and forth for Mistress Claudine."

Sometime later, Soleil Noir in hand, Mistress Claudine herself smugly read Stacy's words, giggling happily at the work her proudly-menial slave did. Picking up the pen next to the notebook, she made a new hypnotic notation for Stacy to follow. 

"Such a good girl, Stacy, you clean so well. You obey so well. And as you hear my words enter your mind, they clean the clutter of thoughts out of you. Procrastination is so easily tossed in the garbage, sent away from your mind. Laziness is so nicely sprayed down, polished so that it shows the sheen of avidness. Scattered thoughts of why, how, when, where, who, and what are perfectly in-line with words that shape your thinking now. The perfect answer to all of them is 'because Mistress Claudine commands it.' Why clean?"

"Because Mistress Claudine commands it," Stacy didn't know she said aloud.

"How should you clean?"

"Thoroughly, because Mistress Claudine commands it," Stacy guessed.

"When should you clean?"

"Now, because Mistress Claudine commands it."

"Where should you start cleaning?"

"Back and forth...because Mistress Claudine commands it."

"Who should start cleaning?

"Me, because Mistress Claudine commands it."

"What should I cleaning?"

"My apartment and my mind, because Mistress Claudine commands it."

*** 

After every new note from Mistress Claudine, Stacy found ample motivation to make each room cleaner than it had ever been, even before the party. And after every room was finished, Stacy thanked Claudine in mantric notations, waiting for more words to urge her on.

Slowly, the previous habit of letting at least a week go by before the apartment could at least look composed eroded away, replaced with not only a better habit of keeping it clean, but a reinforcement of Claudine's skill and Stacy believing in that part of herself as someone who could convince anyone as easily as Mistress Alexis could.

"Back and forth," Stacy uttered on her couch, sitting in her pristinely-clean apartment, watching the Soleil Noir swing back and forth in her hand.

"Back and forth, because Mistress Claudine commands it."

Stacy spoke in soft, submissive tones.

"Back and forth, because Mistress Claudine commands it."

In her own head, she heard dulcet, hypnotic tones crooning the same words.

"Back and forth, because Mistress Claudine commands it." 

The more the phrase was uttered, the more a chorus of two voices could be heard.

"Back and forth, because Mistress Claudine commands it."

As the chorus continued, so did the two sides of the same woman fuse together, the submissive and the dominant.

"Back and forth, because Mistress Claudine commands it."

Stacy found herself learning to be more of an assertive personality, taking directly after the woman who introduced her to hypnosis, and this welcome side of herself.

"Back and forth, because Mistress Claudine commands it."

Claudine began to feel more of the power of submission, learning that whomever was on the other side of the Black Soleil exerted their own kind of power, giving it to her. And when she wanted, she could always exert her own power to her Mistress Alexis.

"Back and forth, because....Mistress Claudine.....commands.....it."

Her increasingly-weak fingers finally gave way and let the pocket watch fall. The impact of it woke Stacy fully, blinking several times with a sardonic smile on her face. Next to her on the couch was the notebook. Acting on intuition, she turned to the last page of the notebook, seeing Mistress Alexis' handwriting written for her.

"Told you you'd impress yourself with cleaning, and impress upon yourself as well as I could. Enjoy the clean conscience! ;)

Stacy laughed to herself. "I think I will," she spoke in her Claudine voice, letting the Soleil Noir gleam in the sunlight.

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