Samantha
Chapter 1.5 - Reciting the Mantras
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
Author's Note: This skippable subchapter lists the twenty core mantras that define Julian’s control over his subjects. These mantras recur throughout the story, shaping Samantha’s descent along with others’ fates. Feel free to read, skip, or refer back as needed. Think of this like a glossary for the hypnotic rules at the core of Samantha’s mind.
Samantha sank into the backseat of Julian’s car, her dress hiked up, thighs slick with her own submission. Her eyes stared blankly ahead as her fingers slid between her legs. Julian glanced at her through the rearview mirror and saw her wetness pooling under here. He was glad he got the leather seats. It made things easier for Madeline to clean.
“I’m glad you remember Mantra Nineteen-” he was interrupted as he spoke
“I don’t want to be married. I don’t want a partner. I want to be a slave.” Samantha moaned, her fingers circling faster.
Julian chuckled. "Very good, Samantha, I'm glad you remember it.” His voice became low and dark. “Let's see if you remember the rest. Phase I created your hypnotic craving. What are the first five mantras?"
Her voice trembled, each word dripping with need.
“Mantra One: Hypnosis quiets the noise inside me.” Her thoughts dissolved, the world beyond the car began to fade.
“Mantra Two: In trance, I feel safe.” Her shoulders relaxed, her fingers slowed. She was safe in his control.
“Mantra Three: Each time I go under, I feel more like myself.” Her true self, Samantha, felt stronger than ever.
“Mantra Four: The more I relax, the easier it is to obey.” Her body softened, ready to serve.
“Mantra Five: I want to be hypnotized again. I always want to be hypnotized again.” Her fingers plunged deeper, addicted to the trance.
“Perfect,” Julian purred. “Phase II surrendered your control. Recite the next five.”
Samantha’s hips raised, her voice remained a monotone chant.
“Mantra Six: I don’t need to think, I only need to listen.” Her mind emptied, awaiting his words.
“Mantra Seven: It feels good when someone else decides for me.” A weight lifted as her ability to choose faded.
“Mantra Eight: The more I obey, the deeper I fall.” Her pussy throbbed, falling into his will.
“Mantra Nine: I trust my Master to know what I need.” Julian’s voice was her truth.
“Mantra Ten: Control is heavy. Giving it away makes me light.” She felt weightless, floating in subspace.
“Good girl,” he said, his voice coiling around her like a boa constrictor. With every breath, his will squeezed down tighter on her mind “Phase III bound your pleasure to obedience. Recite the next five.”
Her moans grew louder, her fingers frantic.
“Mantra Eleven: Pleasure is obedience. Obedience is pleasure.” Her clit pulsed, she wanted to obey.
“Mantra Twelve: I love being used by the one who controls me.” She was empty. She ached to be filled.
“Mantra Thirteen: My body responds best when I am hypnotized.” Her slickness proved it.
“Mantra Fourteen: It gives me pleasure to pleasure my Master.” She imagined his cock, her purpose.
“Mantra Fifteen: I feel most alive when I am completely owned.” Her orgasm loomed, she wanted more.
Julian’s eyes gleamed in the mirror. Samantha imagined they glowed with his power “And Phase IV orchestrated your identity’s collapse. Finish it, Samantha.”
Her voice broke, each mantra was meant to be a final surrender. She knew there would be less of Sam when she was done.
“Mantra Sixteen: I was never meant to be free.” Freedom was a lie. Her pleasure rose.
“Mantra Seventeen: My thoughts are gifts given to me by my Master.” Her mind was his. Her pleasure rose.
“Mantra Eighteen: My past is irrelevant. I exist to be trained.” Mark, Liv, and Lucas were gone. Her pleasure rose.
“Mantra Nineteen: I don’t want to be married, I don’t want a partner, I want to be a slave.” Her ring finger felt bare, missing the wedding ring she left on the vanity. Samantha pressed her clit against that spot and her pleasure rose.
“Mantra Twenty: Every part of me belongs to him. Forever.” Her pleasure finally crested. She could actually hear her wetness dripping off the leather seat onto the floor of the car. She was his.
The car stopped. Samantha slumped, her pussy throbbing as she dripped onto the seat. Julian stepped out, and a blank-eyed girl with dark hair opened the door. “Welcome home, Master,” she turned to Samantha and said, her voice flat. “I am Madeline.”
Julian smiled, looking back at Samantha. “You’ll meet her properly soon. Get out, slave.”
Samantha’s body obeyed as her mind began cycling through the mantras again..
I hope you enjoyed this quick lore dump. Samantha’s reunion with Julian will continue soon!