I lied for my mom at the beach while Megan hypnotized me

Lauren sipped her coffee and watched her parents eat breakfast. They looked happy and normal. It felt a little surreal after everything this week. The pancakes sat warm on the plate in front of her dad, steam still rising in lazy curls while the smell of maple syrup mixed with the bitter bite of her own dark roast. Her mom Sarah kept glancing at Mike with that soft look she used to save for date nights years ago. Lauren shifted in her chair, thighs pressing together as the memory of last night flashed behind her eyes. The lie had slipped out so easily. She wondered if her pussy had gotten wet from the thrill of it.

“So then Tyler goes, ‘Oh, so you’re the girl from the stories?’ and I’m like, ‘Which stories?’ Do you know what he said?” Lauren still couldn’t believe how fast her mom had backed her lie. “Tyler said, ‘All of them.’ Not even joking or surprised. Just like it was nothing.” The words hung in the kitchen air while Lauren traced a finger around the rim of her mug, feeling the smooth ceramic warm her skin. She could still taste the lie on her tongue, sweet and dangerous at the same time.

Mike smiled the way Lauren hadn’t seen in months. “How many stories are there? You never talk about college.” His eyes crinkled at the corners and he reached across the table to squeeze Sarah’s hand, the casual touch sending a strange heat through Lauren’s belly. She watched their fingers lace together and felt her own nipples tighten under her thin shirt.

Lauren grabbed her empty cup while her mom swatted Mike’s shoulder. “You know I can’t tell you. If you knew my whole past you’d probably divorce me.” The word divorce landed like a slap. Lauren’s fingers tightened on the mug handle until her knuckles went white. She stood up fast, chair legs scraping the tile, and carried the cup to the sink. Water splashed cold over her wrists but did nothing to cool the sudden throb between her legs.

Mike and Sarah laughed, but Lauren felt her smile slip. Divorce. She carried the cup to the kitchen and set it in the sink. Her parents kept laughing. Divorce. Lauren was back in Megan’s car, eyes locked on the swinging pocket watch. One swing per tick. Her mind moved with it, ready to be fixed. She was glad Megan was the one doing it. Megan would keep her safe. She just had to learn. The memory made her cunt clench around nothing, slick already starting to coat her inner thighs.

“Divorce is the worst thing that can happen to a family. You and your brother’s lives would be ripped apart.” That was last night. She wasn’t in the car now. She was in the kitchen. She had made pancakes for everyone, anything to keep them happy. “If your father ever found out, you know what would happen.” Lauren’s breath came shorter as she rinsed the dishes, the warm water running over her hands while her mind replayed the way Megan’s voice had wrapped around her last night, low and commanding, telling her exactly how good it felt to obey.

Lauren covered her mouth. She had lied for her mom without thinking. It slipped out on its own. Even though her dad was right and her mom was wrong. “If he never found out, wouldn’t he be happier? What does he gain by knowing?” She had really done it. Lied to her father to make him happier. Straight-faced and easy. She had helped her mom betray him just to save the family. Her free hand drifted down to press against the front of her skirt, feeling the heat radiating from her soaked panties.

“It might seem hard, but hypnosis can help. You learn to control your mind. Your mind controls everything else.” Had it really worked that well? Lauren looked toward the dining room. Her parents were still laughing over the breakfast she made. Her dad had crow’s feet around his eyes from smiling so much. She hadn’t seen him that happy in a long time. Her stomach turned even as her clit pulsed in time with her heartbeat. The contradiction made her dizzy with want.

“I’m heading up to my room,” Lauren said. She hurried away. Her parents stayed wrapped up in each other and never noticed. Her footsteps echoed on the stairs while her mind spun with the need to call Megan again, to feel that watch swing and that voice slide inside her head until nothing else mattered.

Spiral of Obedience

Megan didn’t know the vibrator inside her was really one of Jake’s slaves licking her. She didn’t know the nipple clamps were really two more slaves sucking. She didn’t know what the words flashing behind the spiral said. She only knew the mantra she had been moaning for the past hour. Her thighs trembled around the warm, wet tongue working deep between her folds, licking slow circles around her swollen clit while another slave’s mouth sucked hard on her left nipple, teeth grazing just enough to make her gasp. “Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls.” The words vibrated through her chest as she rocked her hips, grinding her dripping cunt against the eager tongue that wasn’t really a toy at all.

“Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls.” In brief flashes of clarity Megan remembered what she had done to Sarah. She remembered spreading her legs in front of her master’s former slave. “Time to prove it. Both to me and yourself.” Megan pictured the vibrator as Sarah’s tongue. “Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls.” She had broken Sarah for her master and turned her into the toy he wanted. Now he wanted another toy. “Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls.” Her pussy clenched and fresh slick coated the slave’s face beneath her, the wet sounds filling the room with every thrust of her hips.

The spiral spun faster. The nipple clamps seemed to squeeze harder. Megan pushed against the toy between her legs. She felt so good. She was close. She just had to take more of it. “Mantra Twenty-One: Good girls make more good girls.” Every time she said it, pleasure surged through her. She was glad Jake had remade her. It always felt good to let him do it again. The spiral flashed one last command she wouldn’t remember. Something inside her mind let go. She came hard over the toy, squirting and picturing Sarah’s face beneath her. Hot fluid gushed from her cunt, soaking the slave’s tongue and chin while her ass clenched and her tits heaved under the sucking mouths. She remembered how Sarah looked dripping in her juices. She remembered the moment Sarah became Samantha. The first time she had converted a slave for her master. It turned her on almost as much as when she killed Maddy for him. She couldn’t wait to convert another.

“Mistress?” a voice called from the hallway. Megan’s orgasm still rippled through her, pussy throbbing around the tongue that kept licking through every aftershock, drawing out the slick mess between her thighs.

Megan blinked slowly. The toys that had been pleasuring her were gone. She saw the slaves for what they really were. They were still just toys her master used to keep her under. She turned toward the girl who had spoken. Brittany. Jake had given her to Megan. A meek girl who broke easily. She was the fifth one Megan had broken for him. Jake had liked how completely shattered her mind was. Brittany’s bare tits rose and fell fast, nipples stiff from the clamps that had just been removed, a thin trail of wetness running down her inner thigh.

“Come here, Vicky,” Megan said in a mocking tone. The slave didn’t react. She didn’t even know she was being called. “Come here, Brittany,” Megan said, this time with the smooth power she thought a dominatrix should have. Brittany bowed and walked in. A thin pink collar jingled with every step. Megan had picked it up at a sex shop instead of using the real dog collars Jake liked. The real ones felt good around her own neck, but she wanted her slave to look a little more polished. Brittany knelt, raised her hands, and offered up Megan’s phone. A message alert showed on the lock screen. Megan’s cunt gave another lazy throb at the sight of Lauren’s name.

Megan looked at the naked slave who had brought the phone. “Good girl. Why don’t you sit in my chair and let these toys reward you?” She smirked as the three slaves around the chair moved back into place. She could swear she heard the girl drip onto the floor. Megan kissed her slave, switched the spiral to something lighter, and walked to her bedroom to get dressed. Brittany’s moans faded behind her while she typed a reply. Her own thighs were still slick, the taste of her own cum lingering on her lips from the kiss.

Cove Under the Sun

Sure thing. I was actually just thinking about you. Megan hit send and felt her nipples tighten again at the thought of Lauren waiting by the water, skirt fluttering in the breeze, ready to sink back under.

There was a small, quiet cove just outside town. It was a public beach but almost always empty. Lauren pressed her hands down on her skirt as the breeze tried to lift it. The wind eased and she turned back to the water. She wished they had come in the morning. The sun sat high and the sky was clear, but she always thought of sunrise when she came here. Right after Lucas was born, while her mom was busy with him, her dad used to bring her here every morning to watch the sun come up. He said it was his favorite place in the world. A spot where he could find peace no matter what else was going on. When Megan asked to meet somewhere relaxing, Lauren couldn’t think of anywhere better. The more she relaxed, the easier it would be. Her panties were already damp against her skin, the sea air cool on her bare legs.

“Lauren!” a voice called. The sound sent a fresh rush of heat between her thighs.

Lauren turned. Megan was climbing out of her car in the tiny lot. The lot could hold maybe ten cars, but Lauren had never seen more than three. This is a good place, she thought. No one will bother us here. She smiled as Megan stepped onto the sand. The wind caught her sundress the same way it had tried for Lauren’s skirt, but Megan didn’t seem to care. She walked straight toward her. Lauren kept her eyes on Megan’s face. She liked being around the woman, but she didn’t need to know what color underwear she had on. Megan reached her and pulled her into a hug before Lauren could react. The move surprised her. She couldn’t remember the last time either of her parents had hugged her like this. She lifted her arms and hugged Megan back, resting her head against the woman’s chest. She only now realized how long it had been since she felt this safe. Megan’s breasts were soft and warm, the scent of her skin mixing with salt air while Lauren’s nipples brushed against her through thin fabric.

Mantra Two: In trance, I feel safe. The words slid through Lauren’s mind as Megan’s hand stroked slow circles on her lower back, fingers brushing just above the curve of her ass. Her pussy clenched at the contact.

For no clear reason the memory of her first session with Megan came back. The calm she felt right now was something she needed. She knew she would feel even better once she was under. The mantra echoed in the back of her mind without her trying. Her thighs pressed together, slick friction making her breath catch as the watch began to swing in her memory.

Mantra Three: Each time I go under, I feel more like myself. Lauren’s body melted closer, her cunt growing wetter with every slow swing she imagined, every word Megan would soon speak.

She had been unsure when she invited Megan here. But now, with this simple hug, the choice felt obvious. Her nipples ached, her clit throbbed, and the need to drop deep and obey flooded her until nothing else existed.

Mantra Five: I want to be hypnotized again. I always want to be hypnotized again. The words settled into her bones as Megan’s arms tightened, promising the spiral, the voice, and the sweet surrender waiting just beneath the surface.