Samantha

Chapter 9 - Preparation

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

After hours of tossing and turning, Liv opened her eyes and checked her phone again. 4:54 AM.

Fuck it, close enough to five. I can’t be in this place anymore.

She threw her laptop into her backpack, and glanced down at the wrinkled jeans and shirt she slept in. She pulled out her phone and turned on the forward-facing camera. Her hair was a mess. She really needed a shower and to change.

But that would mean more time in the same house as her mother.

With shaking hands, she pulled up her texts and typed out a message to her dad.

It took two minutes to type it out. With every attempt, her fingers brushed the wrong keys. She couldn’t make her fingers do what she needed to. She was losing control of everything. Eventually, she had a message she could tolerate.

>Can’t sleep. Stressed about today’s calc test. Think I’m gonna go to the bean and study. Mom can take Lucas to school.

Liv pressed send and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. With tangled hair and day-old clothes, the young woman silently made her way out of the house.

She paused for a moment outside Lucas’s room and felt a brief pang of guilt for leaving him with her mother. She quietly reassured herself that her mom’s affair had nothing to do with him.

She walked down the stairs and made her way to her car.

There’s no fucking way I’m going to school today.

* * *

Before she fully woke up, Samantha felt the soreness in her throat. She wondered if she might be getting sick until the memory of deepthroating Mark came back to her. She couldn’t help but chuckle as she realized the irony of Mark’s cock making her feel sick.

He was already out of bed. What time was it? Sam checked her phone.

Only 6:50. Good.

She stretched, and climbed out of bed, slowly rubbing her neck as she did.

I’ll have to take a break from pleasing Mark. I’m sure last night will hold him over for a while anyway.

She made her way to the bathroom and began the process of making herself beautiful. A quick rinse in the shower to deal with bed-head followed by blow-drying and some time in front of the vanity made a world of difference. She looked at her face in the mirror and smiled. She looked stunning.

Though the sight of a little softness around her midriff was unacceptable. Samantha decided that starting tomorrow, she would start going for morning runs again.

I’d look better, and I’d have more stamina for Julian.

The door creaked and Mark’s voice called to her.

“Hey Sam, did you see Liv’s text?” She frowned and pulled out her phone. The last message was the one about getting sushi with Madeline.

“No,” she said, standing up, “What’s going on?”

Mark walked into the bedroom and his eyes widened as he took in the sight of his beautiful wife, all dolled up for Julian. Samantha smirked at his reaction.

He probably thinks I did this for him.

“Wow… umm…” He needed a second to remember what he was saying. Samantha cocked her head at him in an ever so teasing way. It was so fun to mess with him like this.

<i>Mantra Twenty-Six: I love cheating on my husband.</i>

He looked back at his phone before continuing. “Liv texted us at like five in the morning. I guess she went to go study for a Calculus test. I really need to be early to work today, so I guess you’re taking Lucas to school.”

Look at him, giving me orders like he owns me.

Samantha checked her phone. It was 7:30. They had just enough time to get Lucas to school. She frowned. Samantha desperately wanted to head right to Julian’s, but there was no avoiding it. Lucas missing school would be too suspicious. She’d have to continue to play the part of wife and mother.

Samantha let herself remember being Sam for a moment, and felt the warm love the woman used to feel for her husband fill her smile.

“Oh okay, no problem,” Sam said while giving him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a tiny smudge of lipstick. “I’m glad Liv’s going to do well on her math test.”

Mark was glowing as his hand touched his face where she kissed him. A tiny trace of pink lipstick was stuck to his fingertips now. Sam passed him a tissue from her nightstand and he looked in the vanity mirror as he wiped it off.

As her husband desperately scrubbed the residue off, Samantha took control again.

Don’t be too eager to get rid of that lipstick. The rest is going to be smeared all over Julian’s cock.

* * *

Samantha wordlessly drove Lucas to school. He tried to talk to her several times, about school, about tennis, about chess. She didn’t care. Samantha simply nodded without even smiling. At some point, he probably asked her if she was okay, but Samantha wasn’t really listening. If he did, she simply nodded.

After about ten minutes, he gave up and spent the rest of the ride looking out the window. They drove in silence, with only the occasional ticking of the turn-signal intruding.

Samantha couldn’t help but pretend it was Julian’s pocket-watch.

She pulled into the drop-off zone and Lucas opened the door to let himself out. As she began to pull away, there was a knock on her window. Lucas was staring at her with a melancholic look on his face. She lowered the window.

“Hey Mom, I just wanted to say you look really pretty today… I love you.”

Samantha blinked a few times. She didn’t want to deal with this, but she didn’t want to hurt the boy either.

Mantra Nineteen: I don’t want to be married, I don’t want a partner, I want to be a slave.

“I… love you too.” She raised the window and began the drive to Julian’s house. She didn’t even notice that her eyes started to water.

* * *

Samantha wiped the tears away as she walked into The Brainwashing Chamber. The familiar scent of lavender helped her remember what she was. It felt so natural to be here. It felt so natural to be naked among the other slaves. It felt so natural to want to be brainwashed even more.

Mantra Eighteen: My past is irrelevant. I exist to be trained.

As she looked in, Samantha saw Madeline riding Julian and a blonde slave with Julian’s name tattooed across her tits was kissing up and down along his neck. An Asian woman lay on the gynecologist's table, rubbing her pussy as she watched a spiral projected onto a wall.

Samantha knelt, and waited to be ordered. It made her so wet to wait for him.

The blonde slave with the tattoo paused for a second as she noticed Samantha’s presence. She leaned up and whispered in Julian’s ear. Madeline moaned sharply. Samantha wondered if Julian had just gotten harder inside her.

“Samantha, I’m glad you finally made it. Go make Madeline feel good. I want to feel her squeeze me tighter.”

Samantha stood and climbed into bed with her master and the other slaves. She straddled Julian’s legs behind Madeline and pressed her breasts into the girl’s back. Her hands crept up Madeline’s belly and found her breasts.

Samantha sensually exhaled into Madeline’s ear as she pinched her nipples. Madeline squealed and Julian moaned beneath the two of them. Samantha wished she could see his face, but what she wanted wasn’t important. Madeline was pleasing him, and her job was to make Madeline squeeze tighter.

“Madeline,” she whispered while making small circles around the other slave’s nipples, “Recite Mantra Sixteen.” Julian groaned again. Samantha knew she was doing a good job getting Madeline worked up.

Madeline rocked her body back and forth on him. Samantha could only imagine how tight she must be as she began to moan the mantra.

“Mantra.. Ooh! Mantra.. Sixteen…” Samantha flicked the girl’s nipple again. This was so much fun. Madeline stopped rocking and began sliding herself up and down on Julian.

“Mantra Sixteen…” She gasped as she did her best to say the mantra while he parted her over and over. “I was never… Oh! I was never… meant… to be free!” Samantha pinched both her nipples and nibbled her ear. Madeline began to whine and Samantha knew she must be squeezing like crazy now.

“God yes… Just like that… yes… Yes!” Julian yelled as he thrust upward with enough force to lift both Madeline and Samantha up. Madeline continued to moan and Samantha began rapidly kissing her neck. As her left hand continued playing with Madeline’s nipples, her right hand reached down to touch the girl’s throbbing clit. She deserved to be rewarded.

“No,” Julian said quietly, still catching his breath, “We’re done. All of you get off the bed.”

Pleasing Madeline would have felt good, but obeying a direct order felt better. All three girls obeyed and stood at attention beside the bed. Julian grabbed a towel to wipe off and began getting dressed. Samantha looked between Madeline’s legs and saw the cum leaking down her thigh.

“Get dressed girls, we need to talk about Olivia.” He turned to Samantha. “Samantha, become blank. Now”

Samantha’s entire body loosened. Her face, just a minute ago filled with devotion for her master, was now empty. She was now the slave again.

“Get your phone, I want to know where your daughter is.”

The slave walked back to the hallway. A set of cube shelves stood just outside the door to the brainwashing chamber. Each cube held a different set of clothes for a different one of Julian’s toys. It was a set of cubbies they had to put their clothes in before entering.

Samantha found her own pair of still-damp panties and reached behind them for her purse. She pulled out her phone and walked back into the room. Julian was now fully dressed and lying back in the bed. Madeline and the tattooed girl were still naked, each on one side of him, dragging their hands across his body.

“Give me the phone, Samantha.”

The slave typed in the lock-code and gave the phone to her master. She stared blankly ahead as Julian casually tapped on the screen. The room would have been completely silent, if not for the moaning woman brainwashing herself on the gynecologist’s table.

“Let’s see… Maps… and… Ah, she’s at The Bean,” Julian smiled as the tattooed girl lightly kissed his cheek. “I know that place. Shitty coffee, but good atmosphere.” Julian tossed the phone aside and began dragging his fingers along Madeline’s back. Madeline shivered with excitement from her master’s touch. The tattooed girl didn’t seem to mind the lack of attention.

“Madeline, my dear, you are going to deal with Olivia before she becomes an actual threat.” Julian turned his head to the blank slave standing by his bed.

“Wake up, Samantha.”

Samantha blinked, and noticed her phone at the foot of Julian’s bed. She briefly wondered how it got there.

Mantra Six: I don’t need to think, I only need to listen.

She decided it didn’t matter.

“Samantha, why don’t you help Megumi over there understand that she’s no longer Meg. I have something to discuss with Madeline.”

Samantha moved, and knelt between the stirrups of the gynecologist's table. She leaned in, and got to work using her tongue to break the girl’s willpower. She repeated one phrase over and over in between licks.

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

Megumi’s juices soon rewarded Samantha’s obedience. They were both such good girls.

* * *

It was almost 10:00. Liv stared into her third ginger-honey tea of the morning and wondered how the Calculus test went for her friends. She hoped Jason did well. Jason’s smile always brightened her day.

An intrusive thought slipped in before she could stop it. She tried to push the image away, but couldn’t help herself. She imagined herself married to Jason. She had kids with him, and they were so happy. They lived in a big house just like the one her parents owned.

And then he would come home at midnight, drunk, and smelling like some other girl’s perfume.

Liv stared at her drink as she felt the knot in her stomach twist even tighter. She took another sip, hoping it would settle her stomach at least a little.

She tried not to remember who taught her that ginger-honey tea was the best thing for an upset stomach.

She put her face in her hands and quietly began to cry.

Liv ignored the chime of another customer walking in. She was too wrapped up in her own emotions to see the woman order and receive a latte. She didn’t even notice when the woman sat down across from her.

She only looked up when she felt a soft hand on her shoulder.

“Are you okay, honey? Do you need someone to talk to?”

Liv looked up at the graceful woman gently smiling at her.

“My name’s Madeline. Do you mind telling me yours?”

Liv sniffed, “Umm… yeah. I’m Liv”

The beautiful woman smiled bigger. “That’s a really pretty name. Short for Olivia?”

Thank you to everyone who's followed and enjoyed my stories so far. I am now posting my stories one week in advance on Patreon. Any support, either through there or just in the form of feedback, would mean the world to me.

See you next week!

-Temple Siren

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