It Runs in the Family
Chapter 65
Summer Lovin’: Part 33
“I want you to picture our control over you, slave. Feel our words like chains wrapped around you, claiming you completely.”
Coop whimpered with delight, writhing even in the deep trance. “I feel it,” she moaned absently. “I am your slave. I obey.”
Connie smiled above her, savoring the sound of total devotion. Katie sat on the opposite side of Coop, stroking her hair and smiling just as wide.
“Is that ever going to not be hot to hear?” Katie asked Connie, who shook her head instantly.
“Nope. It gets me every time.”
Katie trailed a finger along Coop’s cheek. Coop shivered, her eyes glassy and blank. “It’s almost a shame to set her free.”
It was funny how much Katie had changed as they undid the conditioning on the other girls. At first she’d looked so torn up inside, ashamed of what she’d done as she broke the control she placed over her slaves. But with each slave freed Katie grew less timid. She described the trance and control in more detail, following Connie’s example. She grew more interested in the blank faces of the girls. More attuned to their reactions in the trance.
Coop was the last one to be freed, and Katie had gone from remorseful to aroused by the whole thing.
It really was fun to watch, and Connie understood her interest. Its not that the evil Mistress from before was returning; rather this was Katie, the real Katie, getting to experience hypnosis and control for the first time as herself. And to both of their surprise, Katie was totally into it.
“So you want to have a hypnotized slave now?” Connie asked, teasing.
For a moment Katie looked stricken, ing her guilt. But then she took a deep breath, let it out, and nodded. “I do. Its a hot fantasy. And knowing it could be real is crazy.”
Connie was more than familiar with that dilemma.
“But don’t worry, I’m not going to take advantage. Still, if I found a really cute girl who wanted to be hypnotized into total obedience… I wouldn’t say no.”
“Is that right?” chuckled Connie.
Only Katie returned that knowing laugh right back at her, locking eyes with her over the hypnotized Coop. “A cute girl like you, Connie.”
Connie gulped.
“So cute. So desperate to be mine. A perfect little slave girl, just waiting to be hypnotized.”
To say that Katie had begun to embrace her hypno-fetish was an understatement. As far as Connie was concerned, Katie had already received a crash course in being a convincing hypnotist.
“We… we should finish up with Coop,” she finally managed to stammer, looking away from Katie’s arresting eyes.
“That’s true,” Katie agreed, but quickly added, “Then I can drop you into trance again.”
“Hey, we agreed you were going to be the slave first.”
Katie laughed. “Oh right. If only I could make you forget about that little fact,” she mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
Connie shook her head hard. “Okay you have gotten way too good at hypnosis.”
“Should I stop?” asked Katie, suddenly serious.
“No, sorry. I was just teasing.” Connie gave her a smile. “You’re just very hot when you talk like that.”
“Thank you. Now back to you, slave.” Katie leaned down towards Coop, that devilish grin back on her face. “How does it feel to be wrapped in our control?”
“So good,” Coop groaned. A bit of drool had slipped down the side of her mouth. Connie wiped it away.
“Are you ready to serve us?” she asked.
“Yes Mistress.”
“Then focus on our words…”
“Feel our power…”
“As we take those chains and slowly begin to remove them.”
“Untangling them from around you. Lifting their weight.”
“Making you free as the conditioning is slowly undone and taken away.”
Coop grunted, shaking slightly, but offered no other resistance. Connie and Katie shared a smile. They’d really gotten the hang of working together quick.
Jane had been the easiest to free, as she hardly had any conditioning beyond being a slave in general. Once that was undone they decided to leave Jane in trance, saving a discussion on what happened until all of the girls were themselves again. They left Jane sitting on the couch as they undid the conditioning on Aubrey, but as their throats grew parched they decided to reinstate Jane as a host. Now she was marching through the room in a trance, carrying a tray of drinks to whoever needed them.
Heidi and Sonia sat together with mindless stares, absently chewing on some snacks and sipping at the drinks brought to them. Aubrey lay on the floor, relaxing deeply as they’d instructed. It had taken some time for each of them, but with the obedience they felt between Connie and Katie, they’d been able to remove the conditioning bit by bit until they were back to behaving under their own emotions.
Now they only had Coop’s conditioning left to unravel. The trouble was that she was the first one Katie enslaved in the group, and the first she’d ever hypnotized. It meant Katie had taken her time messing with Coop’s head, using clumsy measures to implant the deep seated obedience. An obedience that Coop wasn’t readily surrendering, not even to Katie.
“No,” she whined softly, like a petulant child.
“Coop, you need to let go. We are removing the commands that made you obey me.”
“Don’t want. I’m your slave. Need to obey.”
Katie glanced up at Connie with helpless need written on her face.
“Let me try,” she told her, before sliding down besides Coop. “Tell me why you don’t want us to break the conditioning.”
“Don’t want to be let go. Want to serve. Be a good slave.”
“Relax, Coop. Breathe deeply for me.”
Coop obeyed, taking in a deep breath and steadying herself.
“You know that you don’t have to be a slave to obey us, right?”
That idea didn’t seem to have occurred to the hypnotized Coop. Her mouth opened into a round O of surprise. “I don’t?”
“No, silly. Do you the commands I gave you earlier tonight? Before you came over here?”
“You made me horny. Made me look up maid outfits and buy one.”
“That’s right. I wanted you to be my mindless, slutty maid. I still do. Would you like to be my mindless slutty maid?”
“Yes,” Coop answered softly.
“Tell me like you mean it,” she commanded.
Coop trembled with pleasure. “I want to be your mindless slutty maid.”
“And you don’t have to be a slave for that to happen. Even when we take away your enslavement, we will still control you and play with you. We’re not going to let you go that easy, Coop.”
“Do you promise?”
“I promise,” Connie told her, stroking her cheek.
“I promise too,” Katie said, holding her shoulder.
Coop shuddered, then slumped in surrender. “I… I feel the chains loosening.”
“Good girl,” Katie encouraged. “Just let the control fade from your mind. Let all my conditioning unweave itself, vanishing from your mind.”
Coop nodded, and Connie let out a sigh of relief. She sat back, happy to let Katie take over deconditioning Coop now that the hard part was done. Almost immediately Jane appeared at her side with a glass of water, her face still blank.
“Thank you, Jane,” she said, gratefully taking the glass.
“I am happy to serve,” Jane replied in monotone.
“Are you happy to serve?” Connie found herself asking without meaning to.
Jane smiled. “I am always happy to serve you, Connie.”
When Connie thought of Jane serving her, she conjured up the idea of an uphill struggle. She could order Jane around, so long as it didn’t conflict with any of her limits. But making Jane willingly serve, having her be submissive, was something Connie thought Jane wanted no part in. She’d loudly refused any suggestion of submitting to her. And yet Connie ed ordering Jane to be her slave, and Jane having no hesitation whatsoever.
She’d been too wrapped up in her own enslavement to really consider it, but why had Jane submitted so easily? Sure, she’d itted to having a crush on Connie, which was new, but was that enough to make her want to be a slave?
Connie couldn’t stop the fantasy of Jane kneeling before her wearing a collar, favoring her with a simpering smile of pure devotion. And then she imagined Michelle kneeling beside her daughter, wearing an identical collar and smile. Both of them slaves, bowing down to her. Then Connie’s horny libido made Jane and Michelle turn to one another, arms reaching out to caress their nude bodies before locking into a deep kiss. Willing to do anything to please their Mistress.
Connie shook her head, snapping out of the fantasy. Jane still stood above her wearing that same small smile, as if waiting for a command to obey.
“Go get a glass of water for Coop,” she commanded.
“Yes, Connie,” Jane replied in a happy monotone, turning swiftly on her heel and marching to the kitchen.
Could she convince Jane to be her slave? Did she have a right to try? But even beyond the logistics of just having Jane submit, this also opened a new Pandora’s box of explaining to Jane that her mother was also Connie’s slave. And explaining to Michelle that her daughter was now Connie’s sex slave too.
“Definitely being too greedy,” Connie told herself, pinching her thigh to make herself focus again. One problem at a time. Coop was in Katie’s lap now, nodding slowly and saying the words that made Connie’s heart sing.
“I no longer feel your control,” she said softly, though somewhat deflated. “There is no more conditioning in my head.”
“Good girl,” Katie told her, flashing a smile at Connie. “You can rest deeply now in trance. Like a wonderful nap, where you can have pleasant dreams. Just relax and recover, until we come to wake you up.”
“Okay,” Coop said with a sigh, going limp and sliding off of Katie’s lap.
That was everything settled then. No more brainwashed slaves to worry about.
I am a slave.
The words hissed from the back of Connie’s mind. They held no bite, only a memory, but it still troubled Connie.
I exist to serve my Mistress.
Connie heard herself speaking the words, but she wasn’t alone. Who else…
“My only purpose is to obey Mistress,” recited Tara and Naomi, locked in a deep trance.
“Oh fuck!” Connie shouted, jumping to her feet. Katie jumped too from the outburst, but the hypnotized women in the room didn’t flinch at all.
“What’s wrong?”
“I forgot about… my friends,” Connie said, her eyes darting to Jane as she reentered the room. She was in trance, but Connie didn’t want her to chance ing. If Jane knew that Connie had messed with Tara and Naomi and roped them into this whole mess, then it was definitely going to be an issue getting her to agree to be Connie’s slave. Not that she was even sure she wanted to make Jane her slave. Yet.
“When you ordered me to get you another slave, I called someone and hypnotized them.”
Katie’s eyes went wide. She jumped to her feet. “I’ll help you.”
But Connie blanched. “N-no, I got it. I just have to undo the control.”
“You sure you don’t need my help?”
Connie winced. “I know we’re letting everyone , so we can sort through everything that happened, but I don’t want my friend to . It’ll be way too much of an issue explaining what happened. I’m just going to make them forget for now, and deal with it properly later.”
Katie pouted. “You said we couldn’t make them forget.”
“I know, I just really don’t want to make a problem for them and their girlfriend.” At that Katie relented, seeing the issue. Although Connie failed to mention that it was both Tara and her girlfriend that she’d hypnotized.
With a check around the room to make sure that everything was fine, Connie ran upstairs to get her phone. It was right on the bed where she left it. How could she have forgotten about Tara and Naomi?
There had been so much going on. Not to mention that Connie could herself falling into a trance with them now, all three of them reciting mantras of devotion. And she’d been snapped awake by Katie so quickly, and run out to obey so eagerly, that the whole thing had slipped away like a dream.
She pressed the call button, praying that they would pick up. It was all too easy to imagine Tara and Naomi naked on the couch, touching themselves and deepening their brainwashing while the ringing phone went ignored. But Connie didn’t have to sit with her anxiety for long as the call answered on the second ring. Light flashed from the corner of her eye, and Connie pulled her phone back to see it was on facetime. Tara was on the screen, naked and eyes blank as she sat back on the couch, right next to an equally blank Naomi.
“Hello Mistress,” Tara said, in a hollow voice that made Connie uncomfortably aroused.
“Hello Mistress,” Naomi said, copying Tara.
Connie just stared back at them in shock, finally muttering a quiet, “Hi.”
The two hypnotized girlfriends took that as permission, so they put their fingers back to their clits and began to rub like before, repeating their mantras.
“I am a slave. I exist to serve my Mistress. My only purpose is to obey Mistress.”
The room spun around Connie as a whirl of emotions hit her. Guilt at what she’d put her friends through. Arousal from how hot this was. And also a rising desire to them, as she felt the same words tugging at her lips, wanting to slip through.
It had felt so good as a slave, she thought to herself, shivering.
But then that quiet confidence returned to her, a steadying warmth from deep inside. First she had to set things right. Then she could think about enjoying herself.
Still, Connie got a twinge of guilty pleasure as she declared, “Stop, slaves.”
Tara and Naomi stopped instantly.
“How deeply have you brainwashed yourselves for me?”
“Completely, Mistress,” replied Tara.
Naomi nodded, eyes glazed over. “I am deeply brainwashed, Mistress.”
Connie got another shiver, knowing that this was just another moment she’d be guiltily masturbating to for years to come. This was certainly a night for lasting memories.
“Good slaves,” Connie told them, and saw both girls tremble with delight. “You conditioned yourselves so well, but now you will remove your conditioning. I want you to feel…” She paused, noticing their fingers resting against their pussies. “I want you to begin circling your clits again, the same way you conditioned yourselves.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Every circle around your clit tightened my control, like turning a screw. Making you more deeply under my control.”
Naomi moaned, and Tara let out a whine. Connie bit her lip, reminding herself they were only enjoying this so much because she made them. Just brainwashed slaves happy to obey their Mistress.
“Now I want you to stop, and rub your clits in the opposite direction now.”
Tara and Naomi paused, then their fingers began moving counter clockwise over their clits. “While every circle around your clit had tightened my control over you, every turn in this direction will loosen my control. Like turning a screw the other way. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” the slaves replied, though their empty voices had a sad hint to them. Connie could understand their reluctance to being freed, but knew it was for the best. They deserved to be a happy couple, away from all of Connie’s kinky drama. She owed Tara that much.
“Every rub around your clit rewinding the brainwashing. Removing my control over you. Erasing the hypnotic compulsion to obey me. And as you keep rubbing you’ll soon erase my control completely, until you’re back to normal like you were before I called.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Rub faster,” Connie commanded, convincing herself it was just to speed up the process. Not because she was enjoying the view of her friends masturbating before her.
Tara began to pant. Naomi’s eyes fluttered at the pleasure they must be feeling.
“It feels so good to erase my control,” she told them, and both girls nodded eagerly. “Just as good as it felt to be brainwashed, doesn’t it?”
“Yes, Mistress,” they both replied, out of sync. They were both squirming on the couch now.
“This is just to help them,” Connie whispered to herself, before clearing her throat. “Feel my fingers on your clits, ing yours.”
Both girls gasped and moaned. Connie forced herself to resist the urge to touch herself. She could masturbate ing this later.
“My fingers rubbing your clit, helping to undo the control I put over you. Freeing you from enslavement, until I am no longer your Mistress.”
“Yes,” Tara whined, throwing her head back and moaning.
“More, Mistress,” Naomi whimpered, rising off the couch slightly to hump at the air.
“You girls enjoyed being slaves, didn’t you?”
“Yes!” they both gasped.
“Then you can enjoy this bit of control too, before I free you. Because even if I’m ordering you to undo my control, its still a command from your Mistress that you will obey.”
Both Tara and Naomi shook hard at those words. They rubbed at their clits faster. Obedient slaves, eager to obey a command to undo their own enslavement. It was a fucked up bit of mental gymnastics, but they certainly seemed to enjoy it.
“How close are you slaves to undoing my control?”
“Close,” Tara replied, and Naomi agreed a second later.
“And how close are you girls to cumming?”
“Close!” they both whined, louder.
“Then take your hands away.” Tara and Naomi groaned but pried their hands away. Their hips were shaking, humping at the air, both slaves sweating and panting and looking so desperate.
“Just focus on my fingers. The fingers of your Mistress on your clit.”
They whined again.
“When I order you to cum, you’ll cum so hard for me. And in that orgasm my control over you will shatter. I will no longer be your Mistress, and you will no longer be slaves. You’ll both be free as you were before I called you, but remain deep in this trance. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Mistress,” both slaves groaned, their blank eyes almost pleading with her through the screen.
Connie bit her lip, knowing she shouldn’t, and yet she swore this is the last time she’d hypnotize either of them. She’d never mess up and get them involved again. So really, if they weren’t going to anyway, what was the harm?
“Beg your Mistress to make you cum,” she commanded, before her conscience got the better of her.
Tara and Naomi had been lost in the pleasure, but instantly snapped to attention at the command.
“Please make me cum, Mistress!” Tara cried.
Naomi reached out her hands, as if she could reach Connie. “Mistress, I need it so bad. Make me cum. Use me, Mistress!”
Tara licked her lips and reached up to tug on her nipples. “I wanna cum for you so bad, Connie. Please fuck us, Mistress.”
“Fuck your slaves!” Naomi agreed.
All sense of restraint was out the window. Connie was fingering herself, feeling just as desperate as them. In seconds she was cumming, listening to Tara and Naomi beg their Mistress so shamelessly.
“Make your slaves cum!”
“Please Mistress! Please make us—”
“Cum now, slaves!” Connie cried out, watching her phone intently even as her orgasm ripped through her body.
Both Tara and Naomi collapsed to the couch, cumming and moaning like their brains were being fucked out. In their wild thrashing Tara’s hand found Naomi’s and they held each other’s hands tight, cumming as slaves to their Mistress.
“Thank you, Connie!” Naomi moaned, hips bucking hard.
“Fuuuck,” Connie moaned under her breath, shaking and shuddering from her own climax. But as her orgasm faded, so too did the other girls pleasure. They began to sink into the couch, going limp. Their eyes glazed over, soft whimpers escaping them. After a few seconds Tara blinked. She sat up straighter on the couch, while Noami sighed blankly beside her.
“Can you girls hear me?”
“Yes,” Tara and Naomi replied with blank, tired voices.
“You will both remain deep in trance.”
“Yes, Connie.”
“Do you feel any lingering traces of being slaves?”
Tara shook her head. Naomi just sighed.
“No, Connie.”
After a second Naomi said, “Not anymore.”
“Good.” Connie let out a sigh and wiped sweat off her forehead. “You girls are going to forget about this trance. Naomi, you will forget Tara coming to you with the phone tonight, and how I put you into trance. You girls will both think of it as nothing more than a weird dream that you can just forget about when you wake up. Do you understand, Tara?”
“Yes, Connie.”
“Do you understand, Naomi?”
“Yes, Connie.”
“Will either of you girls believe that I hypnotized you tonight?”
“No,” Tara replied.
“No, Connie. Just a dream.” Naomi’s eyes fluttered, and she moaned for some reason.
“You won’t notice that I called you tonight, and you won’t us talking at all. You two will simply wake up when this call ends, feeling tired and sleepy. Like you both just fell asleep on the couch.”
Tara and Naomi nodded.
“You won’t find anything strange about this. And you won’t feel the need to tell each other about the weird dream you had. Okay?”
“Yes, Connie.”
“Good. Good. Then when I hang up the call, you can both wake up. All of this just a dream that’s already hard to .”
Connie had shaken off the post-orgasm euphoria, and now she was frantically running through her words to find out if she missed anything. She wished she could just order them to forget completely, and that would probably work on Tara. Only Naomi didn’t have the same experience with hypnosis. It was really a miracle that she’d fallen into trance at all. So rather than hoping Naomi would be able to suppress memories like Tara could, it felt safer to let them think this was just some weird random dream. Nothing they had to pay any mind too. Just an odd dream they could forget.
Yeah, that should be fine.
So Connie took a deep breath, enjoyed one last look at Tara and Naomi’s nude bodies, the last time she’d ever get a view like this again, and then hung up the call. She collapsed against the bed. Hopefully that settled everything on their end. Once she got back to town she could hypnotize them again and see if everything worked.
But Connie shook her head. No, she had to avoid temptation like that. Besides, she still had enough to deal with on her plate here. Connie got up on surprisingly weak legs, still shaky from the intense orgasm. Now she just had to explain everything to her friends and hope it all worked out as well as it did here.