Sam, no Samantha as Julian preferred to call her, looked back up to the pendulum swinging in front of her. The force of Julian’s cock driving into her from behind had shaken her whole body. For a single agonizing second, she couldn’t see Julian’s pendulum. Now her eyes met it and all was well.

 

Tick… tick… tick… 

 

The silver pocket watch ticked in perfect sync with swings. She focused and tried to let the rhythm put her thoughts back into their obedient flow.

“Looks like you woke up a little. We can fix that can’t we?” her master’s voice spoke, just loud enough to be heard over her ass slamming into his pelvis again and again. “Recite mantra number one.”

 

Sam originally thought she’d never be able to remember all twenty mantras and keep straight which was which, but to Samantha, it was like learning the Ten Commandments. This was a holy scripture handed down by her god on how to live her life.

“Hypnosis quiets the noise inside me…” she said, speaking it again and again until nothing remained in her mind. She was empty and ready to be filled with his will. Samantha wasn’t sure how many times she said it before he gave her another command.

“Good, now speak mantra seventeen.” This one was one of her favorites.

 

“My thoughts are gifts given to me by my Master…” she repeated it again and again. She thought about how she could only think about those words. Her mind was empty, ready to be filled with gifts from her master. His pace quickened. He was enjoying himself. Samantha didn’t think about saying it, but she began to speak mantra fourteen as she stared deeper into the pendulum.

 

“Mantra Fourteen: It gives me pleasure to pleasure my Master.” Oh god, Samantha was really doing this. Her arousal flared as she realized she was speaking mantras that Sam couldn’t remember. She felt Julian’s cock slide faster into her soaked pussy. She was still getting wetter. Her boyfriend had really enslaved her, given her what she always wanted and she couldn’t be happier.

Julian's grip on her hips tightened. His thrusts became more forceful. He was close, Samantha knew which mantra would be last.

“Samantha, speak mantra–” he gasped in pleasure and slowed his thrusts, trying to hold back for a few seconds so he could hear his favorite mantra, “Speak. Mantra. Nineteen.” He was barely moving now, he didn’t want to cum before he heard her say it.

Sam would have smiled. Sam would have been so happy to say the words that brought her boyfriend so much pleasure, but Samantha stared blankly ahead at the pendulum like she was taught to. Her mouth moved, and her body spoke the words that Sam always struggled to remember.

“I don’t want to be married, I don’t want to be a girlfriend–” Julian thrusted hard and Samantha felt the familiar warmth deep in her pussy. Even though Julian was done, she would still finish the mantra, “...I only want to be a slave.”

 

Julian pulled out of her. She felt him roll her onto her back. His cum was always so itchy as it slowly oozed out of her. Samantha didn’t react. She just watched as Julian grabbed the towel and began wiping himself off. He gazed at her body as he did, taking in her beauty. Her pussy was so itchy, Sam would have told him to stop hogging the towel. Samantha simply endured, her pussy still getting wetter from her own obedience.

Julian handed her the towel. “Wipe yourself off, slave.” 

 

Samantha couldn’t help but squeeze her pussy when she heard the word slave. She began wiping herself off, feeling the relief as the itch disappeared. Julian handed her the pendulum. She watched as her hand took it and she began swinging it in front of her face. She could only imagine how beautiful she looked right now, mindlessly obedient and lost in the pendulum’s dance. 

 

“Why don’t you recite mantra twenty for an hour or so while you touch yourself?” Julian leaned down and kissed Samantha on the forehead. Samantha only saw the pendulum but knew that Julian had taken her phone. She knew that he was reading her texts. She guessed he was texting her friends, telling them that she decided to spend the night at his apartment, that’s what the texts he sent usually said.

Samantha heard Julian set the phone down. She knew the one hour timer was set. 

 

“When you hear the chime, you may cum,” Julian walked away. Samantha began to recite mantra twenty.

 

 

 

Samantha wasn’t sure how it was going to be possible to hold back her orgasm for a whole hour, but Samantha was a good girl. She would obey Julian.

“Every part of me belongs to him. Forever.”

“Every part of me belongs to him. Forever.”

She heard a different voice now. It was her husband’s voice, Mark’s voice. 

 

“Sam, you awake?” Hearing his voice made her want to reinforce mantra nineteen, but she would continue mantra twenty as ordered. 

 

“Every part of me belongs to him. Forever. Every part of me belongs to him. Forever.” It always felt so good to reinforce herself like this.

“Sam, wake up!” 

 

Sam woke up. She wasn’t in Julian’s apartment. She wasn’t 22 years old, having passionate kinky sex with her first lover. She was 44 and waking up in her husband’s arms. Julian was ancient history. She hadn’t seen him in twenty years. 

“Are you ok Sam? That sounded like an intense dream,” Mark’s voice, always filled with concern, warmed her in the familiar way. He kissed her cheek. 

 

“Yeah…” Sam hesitated, she usually didn’t tell him the truth about her dreams. Maybe a half-truth this time? 

 

“I dreamed you were hypnotizing me. It was...” Sam wanted to tell him it was her fetish come to life. That it was everything she needed to be satisfied. Mark usually didn’t respond well to hearing his simple love wasn’t enough for her, “It was hot.” She couldn’t help herself, she had to ask, “You… ever reconsider doing that to me?”

Mark made a face, “I don’t know. You ever consider letting me watch you eat out another woman?” Of course Mark was on this again.

 

“No, but you know that’s different. Your fetish violates my sexuality. My fetish...” Samantha searched for the right words, “My fetish is just about two people being connected mentally as well as physically.”

 

Mark sighed, Sam wasn’t surprised. 

 

“I love you Sam, but I just can’t have fun pretending to rape you,” He leaned in and slipped his hand between her legs. She was still so wet from her dream, her panties were completely soaked through, “but if you’d like, I could make simple sweet love to my wife.”

Mark’s words stung, but it was a familiar and now blunted sting. Sam hadn’t really expected any other response, and her body still needed release. She forced herself to forget what he just said and pulled him into a kiss.

“Then let’s make love, my husband.”

This was the last time she gave herself completely to him.

 

* * *

As they got dressed, Sam felt empty. The best part of her day was now over. She put her hair into a ponytail and walked downstairs. It was 7:20, she and Mark had spent too long in the bedroom. 

 

She wondered if Mark was annoyed at how long it took to bring her to orgasm. He never said anything, but it wasn’t lost on her how often his gaze swept past her form as she dressed and instead focused on the clock. He wasn’t going to be late by any means, but she knew he always liked to arrive early.

 

If he even pretended to hypnotize me, it probably would only take half the time to make me cum. She thought bitterly as she walked down the stairs. Liv was eating cereal at the table while flipping through a textbook. Lucas’s spot was empty.

“Liv, where’s your brother?” she asked her daughter.

 

Liv shrugged and turned another page. After she finished chewing, she said, “You only told me I have to take him to school, you never said I have to get him up.”

Sam was still frustrated with Mark but she wouldn’t take it out on her daughter. As she took a breath to calm herself, a familiar phrase floated through her mind.

Mantra One: Hypnosis quiets the noise inside of me.

 

That was the first thing Julian had taught her under hypnosis. It was a powerful tool she still relied on to calm herself at will. She took another breath and let the calm of well trained self-trance wash over her. She felt the familiar urge to move on to the second mantra. She pushed it down.

I’m calm, no need to take this any further. Let’s get the kids out of the house.

 

“Liv, you need to actually take your brother to school if you want us to pay for your gas, remember? You’re right it’s not your responsibility to wake him up, but your father and I overslept so you could’ve helped us out,” Sam looked at her watch: 7:25, “Why don’t you head off to school? I don’t think you should be late for AP Calc. I’ll drive Lucas to school.”

 

Liv smiled, “Thanks, that actually gives me a few more minutes to study. Next time, I’ll make sure to wake Lucas up.” Liv went back to her textbook. Sam couldn’t help but feel pride in the woman she raised. 

 

God, it felt weird to think of Liv as a full adult but that’s technically what she was now. A beautiful and smart young woman with her whole life ahead of her. Sam would have loved to just sit and watch Liv study, but she had an almost teenage boy she needed to wake up.

Mark rushed past her as she walked up the stairs. Sam checked her watch, it was 7:30. With a 20 minute commute, Mark would still be 10 minutes early. Sam sighed, he didn’t even stop to kiss her.

 

Mark stopped in the middle of the stairs just past her. He turned around and kissed the back of her shoulder. 

 

“I love you,” he whispered in her ear. Before she could turn around he was already running back down the stairs. 

 

Sam opened Lucas’s door. She expected to see him in bed, but there he was up and at’em already. The 12 year old boy was dressed and ready for school, a tennis racket sticking out of his backpack. He sat on his computer playing chess. 

 

“Lucas, have you had breakfast?” she peeked over his shoulder at the game. He was in the endgame, down two pawns but with a nice defensive position. Both players had 30 seconds left on the clock but the game added 10 seconds per move. Sam saw a forced checkmate, Lucas missed it and attacked with his knight instead. 

 

“I was going to after this game but it’s going really long,” he said. Lucas’s eyes were glued to the screen and scanning across every square looking for a tactic he might’ve missed. Sam saw one of his hands clench into a fist under the desk. He probably just noticed the forced checkmate he missed earlier. 

 

“Lucas, I’m gonna grab a protein shake for you to have on the drive over. If your game isn’t done by the time I’m back up-” she was interrupted as he quickly stood up.

 

“It’s done. He blundered!” Lucas ran out of the room and Sam heard him stomping down the stairs. Maybe Liv hadn’t left yet. Sam peaked out the window and saw Liv’s car turning the corner into the main road. She sighed and got the keys to her car.

 

* * *

 

Sam checked her watch. It was noon. She had gotten Lucas to school on time, came home and gotten some laundry started. She did the dishes and vacuumed the living room. She switched the laundry and started cleaning the bathroom. Now the bathroom was clean and more dishes needed to be done. On, and on and on, day after day after day, this was her life. She washed her hands, plopped down on the couch and started to drink a protein shake for lunch.

Sam loved her family, and she loved supporting them. When Mark got the job offer with a six figure salary, she was initially thrilled to be able to quit her job and become a housewife. But the glamour of infinite days off had been worn off by years of monotony. 

 

Sam really had one reprieve. She checked her watch again, 12:03, she could get away with an hour to herself she decided. Sam straightened up and looked straight ahead. She felt her face relax as a soft smile formed. Even if Mark wouldn’t indulge her, she could still have some fun.

 

“I am Samantha,” she said, and felt the familiar rush that came with indulging her fetish. “I must complete my daily reprogramming." She could already feel her pussy start to moisten. It was so fun to roleplay like this. She stripped naked, leaving her clothes discarded on the living room floor and walked to the bedroom. She reached to the bottom of her purse and found her pendulum. 

 

It was nothing fancy, an old necklace that caught her at a thrift store. Probably home made, it had blue and white thread braided together into a string she liked to imagine was spiralling around itself. The pendant was a piece of misshapen quartz. The pendant Julian used to use was a silver pocket watch with elegant swirling patterns. The kind of thing that probably cost a couple hundred dollars. She knew Mark would never allow two hundred dollars on a fetish he wasn’t comfortable with. 

 

If only he could learn to enjoy controlling me. She thought to herself. 

 

She went to her vanity and slid off her wedding ring. She spoke mantra nineteen aloud as the gold and diamond ring clinked on the table.

 

“I don’t want to be married, I don’t want a partner, I want to be a slave.”

 

She began swinging the pendulum back and forth in front of her. She imagined she was Julian’s again. She imagined he was forcing her to hypnotize another girl. The girl in the mirror stared back at her with a blank expression. That girl clearly loved how many times she had been hypnotized. The girl in the mirror was holding another pendulum just like Sam’s. Wait, was she Sam or Samantha now?

“You are Samantha,” she heard her voice say as the woman in the mirror spoke. Yes. That girl was Sam. She was Samantha, it was time to hypnotize Sam. She stared at the woman’s pendulum as she began to swing her own. 

 

“You will repeat the twenty mantras of Julian,” the woman told her. Samantha nodded in agreement. 

 

“Mantra One: Hypnosis quiets the noise inside me.” Samantha felt the background noise in her head begin to die down. It would take many repetitions of the full set before it would be gone. 

 

“Mantra Two: In trance, I feel safe.” It wasn’t that she was in danger with Mark, but there was something different about doing this.

 

“Mantra Three: Each time I go under, I feel more like myself.” God she did! This was her true self! Why couldn’t Mark see it?

 

“Mantra Four: The more I relax, the easier it is to obey.” And it always felt so good to obey Julian… God, she was embarrassed to still be thinking about him, but she couldn’t help herself like this. 

 

“Mantra Five: I want to be hypnotized again. I always want to be hypnotized again.” and she would. She would hypnotize herself day after day. She dreamed that someday she might be so far gone. She might become Mark’s robot that dutifully did chores all day and pleasured him at night.

Sam allowed herself to get lost in the fantasy while Samantha cycled all twenty mantras over and over. When she came she was no longer thinking of Mark, she thought of Julian. Samantha always thought of Julian when she came. 

 

When she got up, there was a small stain on the cushion of the vanity chair. Mark had never noticed so she never cleaned it. It was a subtle reminder of her daily ritual. Her second favorite part of the day. 

 

DING DONG

The doorbell? Sam was naked, her hands smelled like pussy. She quickly grabbed a dress from her closet and ran downstairs. 

 

“Just a minute!” She yelled. She hadn’t had time to grab panties, she threw the dress on as she ran down the stairs. She began washing her hands. She didn’t want whoever was there to smell her if she had to sign something. 

 

 

“I’ll be right there!” she yelled back and ran over to the door, hands still soapy and wet. She gripped the doorknob and swung it open. Julian was standing on her patio.

There was no mistaking it, he was Julian. A little grayer and less muscular. Lines on his face that she used to only see when he scowled, but it was him. The man she dreamed about last night. The face in her head as she touched herself, pretending she was Samantha again. She started to close the door and then she heard her favorite sound in the world.

"Samantha."

She froze. Her pussy betrayed her as slickness was already dripping down her thigh. She wondered if Julian noticed. Her throat was dry, either from shock or the loss of fluids. Maybe both.

"I've found you at last Samantha. Be a good girl and recite mantra nineteen."

His voice was like an icicle driving its way into her heart, freezing her very soul. Could this be real? It was all roleplay wasn't it? It was just a fetish wasn't it? She couldn't really... actually... still be hypnotized by him could she? It'd been so long, half her life. 

 

Sam opened her mouth to tell him to leave. To tell him if she ever saw him near her house or family again she'd call the cops. 

 

But Sam didn't speak, Samantha did. Samantha usually didn’t say the mantra numbers to Julian, he already knew them by heart. That was something she only did when she needed to deepen her trance.

 

 

She wasn't sure if she really orgasmed or just imagined it. Either way, feeling like she was truly Samantha again was amazing, and Samantha’s pussy juice was now almost flowing down her leg. 

 

"Get in my car Samantha." 

 

Samantha obeyed, and stepped away from the home she and Mark had built, and back into the life she dreamed of.