Maid To Obey Part6

Its been a while, but were finally on part 6, a brief respite from our central protagonist as the Hypno maids daughter tries to exact a revenge plan on the Harem, but who will end up kneeling in the end...?

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Isabelle couldn't believe her eyes, to see her own mother kneeling obediently in a state of complete disarray as part of some twisted harem. She knew her mother had been out on a long con and as such had forgiven the first two weeks of absence, it wasn't as if mother and daughter doted on one another but moving into the beginning of her second month without contact Isabelle had grown concerned. To see the woman of such skill in the arts of hypnosis and conditioning, rendered to a dishevelled puppet for a man who could barely be considered out of boyhood sent a rush of unfamiliar heat through her lithe body, in a way she was almost herself mesmerised by the display, her mother and a blonde women moved either side of the kneeling redhead, hands roamed over the the taught muscles and curves in sapphic torment, the two women speaking, whispering and licking the red heads ears as the man leading the display shed his jeans and pants, his prominent erection swaying as he approached the mesmerised red head. Isabelle fancied she could see the woman's eyes roll back to pure white as she took her masters cock between her lips, the other women stimulating her body frantically in a knotted mess of entwined fingers.

The man did not last long face fucking the red head, pulling back and finishing over the wide grinning face of his newest slave, he stumbled back for a moment before uttering a command Isabelle couldn't hear. Whatever he said it was if a spell had been broken over his harem as the women collapsed into a pile of frenzied love making. Isabelle came back to her senses with a sharp sudden jolt, the sensation of her fingers grazing the waistband of her panties as she lost herself in the voyeuristic thrill of watching the orgy. Shame, anger and arousal burned across her face as she made her mind on a plan of action, it would have been fair to say that as she resolved to steal the pretend masters wealth, home and harem, that liberating her mother from sexual slavery was woefully low on her list of reasons.

It was quite simple to find out who owned the house and from there a simple social media search to identify her optimal target, the tall mature blonde that seemed to be above her sister slaves was indeed the owner of the house not to mention the mother of the would be master. From there it took a few days following the platinum blonde whenever she left the house, to work engagements, social functions and a mind numbing number of trips to the nearby gym and spa, five star of course. Over the week she found herself growing to hate this woman more and more, a woman of privilege even while trapped in hypnotically induced bondage, she could see why her own mother had chosen this woman as her mark. She chose to strike early in the morning, just as the older woman leaned over the open trunk of her car to grab her gym back for her morning workout and spa treatments. Isabelle crept up from behind the parked SUV, slid from cover before wrapping her arm around the taller woman's bare midriff and holding the chloroform laced cloth tight over her face and mouth. The blonde struggled in blind panic but the Isabelle was ready, she threw her weight forward bringing them both tumbling into the open trunk locking her legs around the writhing blondes waist until the noxious chloroform fumes sent Samantha Cavendish spiralling into darkness.

She led an odd life, at least it seemed that way from an outside perspective, to Samantha Cavendish there was nothing unusual at all about her life, she was a loving and dutiful mother, the natural leader of the women in her household and utterly beholden to her son and master. Loving, dutiful mothers did not question their son's, loving, dutiful mothers accepted their son's words without question and carried out commands without hesitation. While she proved her love to her son many times a day, she had other duties to carry out as matron of the house, duties her master had graciously bestowed on her. One such duty was to keep the house and its live in guests in top physical condition. She envied Tiffany for how easy she found it to maintain her physique, though she reasoned the red head spending 4 nights a week bouncing on their masters cock probably worked wonder for building core muscles and burning calories. Sophia was kept in shape by a punishing cleaning schedule that saw her cleaning the house top to bottom on a daily basis, breaking only to spend time in her room watching her conditioning videos or being used as a fuck toy for either Samantha or her master. All of which mean the most difficult member of the house to maintain her condition was Samantha herself, a strict diet and daily work out routines bookended with spa treatments to keep her skin youthful and glowing.

She exited the SUV in the underground parking area, dark and grimy despite the sunny morning she had driven through to arrive and made her way to the trunk leaning back on one leg and pushing her foot forward to activate the trunks kick release. The trunk lid rose with the telltale whine of electric motors that cloaked the noise of approaching footfalls. She struggled to identify the approaching sound as Isabelle rapidly came up behind her. An arm wrapped around her toned stomach, another wrapped around her neck and pressed a sheet of fabric tight to her face, the noxious scent of chemical fumes hit her in the back of the throat, she rolled her shoulders and struck out blindly, trying to throw off her assailant, her right hand found a bundle of long brown hair and tugged as sharply as she could as the fumes filled her lungs, causing her vision to spin, she felt her legs weaken and the world begin to tilt even before her attacker threw her weight into the downward fall, her last act before consciousness was stolen from her was to reach into her pocket with her left hand, holding down a button on her cellphone in desperation as finally she succumbed to oblivion.

With her absentee mother being the main bread winner of the house, Isabelle was not a woman of means and thus when it came to choosing a space to enslave her unconscious cargo she really only had one option. The apartment was in a bit of a state with her mothers long absence but she managed to clear enough away in the living room to setup a chair in the centre of the room, her own muscle massager taped to the chair resting between the bound blondes toned spandex thighs and retired to her own room to complete her look. One of the many things she had learned from her mother in the field of hypnotic domination or indeed domination in general, was the necessity for theatre. Heels forced a subject to look up, it fostered a dynamic of the weak against the strong. Her hair drew back into a tight ponytail and her athletic body clad in a black leather corset from which her modest cleavage threatened to spill, she took a moment to stare at herself in the mirror, testing her glare and demeanour before snatching the ruby crystal pendant she had practised with so many times. Satisfied with her air of dominance she stepped back into the living room and dimmed the light as her hostage began to stir.

Samantha's vision slowly swam back into focus as her mind struggled with fragmented memories stewed in worn adrenaline, she tried to shake off the feeling but found that while she was free to move her neck, her arms, legs and upper body had been restrained. She blinked heavily to try and dispel the heavy fog on her mind, struggling to adapt to the relatively gloom of the room, desperate to pick out details. She didn't have to wait long, a young woman stepped into view, tall, lithe and graceful, the young Latina struck Samantha as oddly familiar, as did her position of being bound, staring up powerlessly at the younger woman who seemed to exude an aura cold superiority. The young woman reached out with long sharp nails and snatched at Samantha's chin, forcing her to stare upwards into the deep hazel eyes of her captor. The hand held her tightly as her second hand drifted into vision, the closed fist opened and dropped a glittering ruby crystal on a long silver chain. Despite her predicament Samantha felt a hot jolt of excitement as the glittering ruby danced on the end of the silver chain, a distant familiarity that set off a wave of arousal through her body.

"That's right, slave, stare at my crystal, let its power wash over you" slow, seductive and authoritative, just as the young hypnodomme had been taught, but the older woman before her had already been subjugated twice before and in addition to her conditioning, her natural love for her son and master gave her a hidden reserve of mental strength, she surprised the younger woman by wrenching her head out of the clawed grip of her captor.

Her world exploded in pain as the hand reached out and struck her across the cheek open handed rattling Samantha's brain and throwing her situation into sharp relief, this girl was trying to hypnotise her and steal her away from her son and master. She screwed her eyes shut tight to ignore the swaying glittering ruby crystal but as soon as darkness stole the hypnotic gem from sight she felt and insistent and sudden buzzing translating over the second skin of spandex that covered her sex, the shock of the sudden jolt of pleasure forced her eyes wide just as the crystal swung back into view swinging back and forth, capturing her attention. She could already feel the pull of the swaying gem, her thoughts swimming as a familiar memory drifted free and floated to the surface, a memory of being similarly forced to look upon a swaying gem held by a Latina goddess who slowly stripped away her mind and will. In a last act of desperation, she struggled to recall her former mistresses words, muttering a slightly altered rendition of the induction that originally ensnared her mind.

"Watch the pretty crystal sway, cannot move or look away, must surrender, must... obey" Isabelle positively beamed as the mesmerised blonde began repeating one of her mothers induction, hypnotising the rich blonde bitch might be even easier then she thought, just staring into those soft blue eyes, watching her drawn to the sway of the crystal, the glint of ruby red light catching as it swung back and forth before the captive blonde.

"Watch the crystal sway and glow... feeling thoughts begin to slow... thoughts begin to melt away... cant resist... must... obey" the blonde continued in a quiet, soft tone that Isabelle had often associated with her mothers victims as they began to sink into a hypnotic trap and yet as the blonde sank deeper and deeper into her hypnotic control, repeating her mothers induction in that soft, gentle monotone, Isabelle couldn't shake the feeling in the back of her mind that something was wrong, her brow furrowed in momentary confusion as she struggled to think of what might be wrong with the situation.

"Focus on the crystal, listen to my voice, feel my words inside your mind, obey, you have no choice" so quiet now, Isabelle strained to hear the mesmerised blonde, leaning closer to listen, again something distant flared in the back of her mind, something about the induction seemed wrong and yet she couldn't help but agree as she leaned in closer, bowing her head and bringing the swaying crystal directly into her own eyeline.

"The crystal steals your thoughts away, your will is weak, you must obey, against my will you have no chance, now sink down deep into a trance" the voice gained in strength, the blonde's eyes flicked up to Isabelle's own soft hazel gaze, drowning the young Latina in that cold deep blue, too late she recognised the trap she had fallen into ensnared by one of her mothers own inductions, redirected, retargetted. That was her last thought before Samantha completed the induction and Isabelle's head dropped forward to rest on her modest chest and her eyes slipped closed, she was completely unaware when her body began to move, unbinding her captive before dropping obediently to her knees, calm, blank and empty.

Samantha loomed over the mesmerised woman kneeling docile and obedient at her feet, the crystal hung from her fingers from the delicate silver chain swaying gently in a lazy arc that held the helpless girl in the depths of a hypnotic trance. Samantha had little experience in hypnosis or in domination in general, she had on occasion been commanded by her master to dominate and punish the house maid but the mindless slut had been thoroughly broken by her master and thus of little challenge. She surveyed the room even as the ruby continued its lazy arc, back and forth, catching the few rays of sunlight that penetrated the heavy curtains of the darkened room and reflecting in the subdued hazel pools of the the kneeling woman. Her eyes settled on a number of photos that lined a wooden TV cabinet, two beautiful women beamed back from the picture taken in some tropical location both women shared features, skin and hair and were obvious related perhaps as mother and daughter. Samantha's breath caught as she finally realised the older woman in the pictures was in fact their house maid, she looked down with renewed contempt for the would be hypnotist. A flame sparked in her that this trash, this whore, this daughter of nothing had tried to enslave her, a Cavendish, the more she thought about it, the stronger the flame began, a cruel smile formed on her lips as she stepped in front of the hypnotised younger woman.

"Look at me girl, watch my crystal shine and sway and feel your memories melt away, your thoughts and memories melting down, sinking deeper and deeper under my control, listening to my voice, watching my crystal swing and sway, sinking down deeper and deeper, thoughts melting from your brain, sinking through your body, leaking from your pussy and down your thighs" Her cruel grin widened as a wave of pleasure shook the hypnotised Latina, the modest cleavage contained in the younger woman's corset strained as her breath quickened, knee's shook as the mesmerised girl attempted to close her legs from a kneeling position to nurse the growing heat in her cunt as molten thoughts and memories began to leak down her thighs as arousal.

"That's right little slut it feels good to have your memories and thoughts melt away, melting away for Mommy, you want to be a good girl for Mommy don't you?" The girl whined in confusion as memories of her own mother began to slip from her mind, the could feel the heat of those molten memories leaking from her brain, sinking through her body, leaking from her cunt, the longer she stared at the swaying crystal, at the tall imposing blonde that held her attention so completely, the more of herself she felt slipping away.

"That's right dear, a good girl for Mommy, let everything else melt away now dear, you love Mommy, you obey Mommy, Mommy knows best, doesn't she dear?" The girl began to nod slowly as more and more of her memories of her mother slipped or distorted until the platinum blonde goddess standing above her replaced hazy memories of a oft absent mother entirely, the woman who had raised her slipped entirely from her thoughts as the thong she had chosen as part of her dominatrix outfit soaked through with her old discarded memories, her lips trembled for a moment before she spoke softly, gently, in a semi monotone "Yes, Mommy"

Samantha grinned a predatory smile as the girl beneath her affirmed her new reality, she had to hold back a delicious giggle as she considered presenting her new daughter to their master, the matching half of the Maid set they didn't even know they were missing. No doubt her master would want to further condition the newest member of the family later on, but for now Samantha felt entitled to punish her new daughter for her bad behaviour

"Focus dear and listen to my voice let Mommy's words sink down deep into that empty little head, all daughters love their Mommy, but your different, you love mommy's body, look at Mommy;s body dear, her feet, her legs, the curve of her hips, the swell of her ass..." the description trailed as Samantha slowly spun on the spot to draw emphasis to each part of her body, completing her revolution as she drew her hand over her ample breasts sheathed in the black stretch fabric of her yoga top "... Mommy's breasts, so much larger and fuller then yours dear, remember suckling on my tits, my soft, perfect tits, how good it felt to suckle Mommy tits, all the way up to Mommy's face, you love Mommy;s body, touch yourself to Mommy's body"

The drooling daughter whined as her new Mommy displayed her body, wasting no time to follow her command as her hand darted for her soaked sex, slipping passed the drenched fabric that covered her pussy while her other hand darted to her inferior chest, wrenching her paltry tits loose of the corset top and pawing at her tits clumsily. The young woman struggled to control her hips as she rubbed frantically for her Mommy, anything to please her but she hadn't been given permission to cum yet so she held on tight to her edge, whining and panting as she struggled between denying her inevitable climax and the constant overstimulation. Mommy took the desperate girl by the chin and raised her other hand, snapping her fingers as she spoke "Wake up, dear"

Free of the hypnotic hold on her climax Isabelle came hard on her fingers and fell forward into her mothers warm, loving embrace, she whimpered and panted through her orgasm as her mother held her face tight to those perfect breasts, the daughter whined pathetically as the stretch fabric obscured the perfect soft bosom of her loving mother from her lips. She squirmed in her mothers embrace, starved of oxygen other then the heady scent of her mothers warm close body. Slowly the shuddering of her body faded with the afterglow of her orgasm until finally the statuesque blonde released her from loving embrace, Isabelle lowered her eyes, face stained with tears and sweat and mumbled weakly "...thank you... Mommy" something about the title tasted acidic on her tongue, some last vestige or a forgotten life railed pathetically as it sank deeper into oblivion with each passing moment but Isabelle couldn't suppress the wave of joy that washed over her when her new mother responded "Good girl"

She ran her hand through the long soft brunette locks of her new daughter's hair, tangling her fingers and gently tugging to motion the girl to stand, an effort she accomplished more or less unassisted save for a little shaking in her knees as they retook the strain of keeping her vertical after spending hours kneeling on the floor. The fingers released her hair and gently teased down her chin, a slow gentle repetitive stroking that brought a dreamy smile to the young woman's face. "Focus dear, its your turn to take care of Mommy, do you understand Sweetie?"

The daughter nodded vigorously, a shadow of a mischievous smile touched her lips as the wheels turned in her mind and while she searched her fractured memories for knowledge of the apartment, her smile widening as she remembered the special place in the master bedroom where all the toys were kept. The excited girl took her mother gently by the hand and rocked backwards and forward on her heels gently but insistently pulling her mother toward the apartments larger bedroom. The bedroom was decorated in various shades of warm rich red, from the burgundy walls to the crimson bed linen, along the wall sat a wardrobe and a cabinet with a large TV opposite the bed, Isabelle patted the bed gently and watched as her mother began to undress, slowly peeling away the tight black leggings to reveal the glistening wetness of her arousal caught in the modest patch of blonde hair above her pussy lips, the sight of those bare legs took the daughters breath away but the best was yet to come as Samantha pulled the tank top off her body in one smooth motion letting her perfect breasts swing free of confinement. The blonde slowly lowered herself onto the plush bedding swaying her hips as she crawled from the foot of the bed to its headboard, she turned and propped herself up against the soft velvet headboard, her bare ass resting on the pillows as she spread her legs invitingly.