Tapes in the Attic
by Pan
Chapter 9
"Hello, Kiki," my mother chanted, just as my sister had all those weeks ago.
She was kneeling in the middle of the attic, surrounded by dust. It was almost surreal, seeing her in the exact same position as Kim had been.
Right before our lives had changed forever.
And just like my sister, Mom was staring, transfixed, at the small flickering screen. She looked almost... hungry, like Kiki's words were going to provide her a peace she hadn't felt since Dad passed.
Hell, who's to say that they wouldn't?
"Thank you for coming," the geisha said with a bow. Mom, of course, bowed back, her hands clasped together and her eyes closing for a moment.
Whatever was causing the tape's control, it wasn't disturbed my Mom momentarily blocking it out. When she reopened her eyes a second later, she was staring just as intently at the TV as before.
"I am Kiki Shimada, geisha of Kyoto," the woman continued. I didn't need to look at her to remember her every motion, her facial expression. Instead, I was staring at Mom, drinking her in.
I was doing this for only one reason, of course. For my sister. For Kim.
She'd started to lose her grip. I'm not saying I have a wondercock or anything like that, but it was clear that giving herself to me--and Kim truly had given her
entire
self to me--had completely transformed my sister. The tapes had told her what her purpose was, but when we'd... well, when we'd fucked, when we'd given each other our virginity's... that had clearly
shown
Kim what her purpose was.
And without it, she was starting to fall apart.
"I have chosen to present myself to you as the traditions of my people demand."
I watched as Mom nodded slightly, as though the white woman onscreen really shared the geishal traditions.
"You, too, will learn the ways of my people."
Kim and I were born in America, but Mom was born in Japan. Even having moved away, she was still 'really' Japanese. And yet Mom's eyes were wide, drinking in the 'geisha's' words as she promised to tell Mom about the ways of her own people.
"You will learn much from these videos."
"Thank you, Kiki," Mom said, bowing deeper than before. As she did, I couldn't help but notice the swell of her breasts.
Mom was bustier than Kim was. She wasn't, like, porn-star big, but where my sister was relatively flat-chested, Mom was... I dunno, larger.
Not something I'd ever really thought about before.
Not something I should have been thinking about then. I was only doing this for one reason, after all.
For Kim.
"These videos will teach you servitude," Kiki continued. "The joys of submission. The pleasures of obedience. You will learn to kneel, and you will learn to beg. To obey your master."
I had heard these words before. When Kim had watched the video, of course, but again and again since then--Kim had chanted them as she knelt in front of me, not even aware that her mouth was regurgitating the commands that the tape had implanted into her brain.
I could've said them along with Kiki.
My sister had resisted at this point. Only for a moment, but the idea of kneeling and begging and
obedience
--the very things that now defined her life--had been abhorrent to her.
Only for a moment.
But Mom didn't have that reaction. There wasn't even a hint of hesitation at the tape's words. She just stared forward, as though this was what she'd already believed. As though the tape was confirming what she already knew.
"This submission will fulfill you," Kiki continued. "It will bring you happiness. Your life will be filled with joy, your body and mind will become one. This is a promise."
I had never stopped staring at Mom's face (aside from one moment of weakness when she'd bowed), and the reaction I saw was not what I expected.
She was smiling.
Kim had taken more convincing than that. She'd fought against the tape's commands, trembling with resistance, doing all she could not to give in. To avoid throwing away her feminist ideals and allowing herself to become a slave.
But Mom accepted it without hesitation. A smile slowly spread across her face, and she nodded--a firm, confident nod of agreement.
"You will obey," Kiki continued. "You will submit. You will kneel. And you will beg."
"Do you understand?" I said, my voice ringing out in unison with Kiki's. I couldn't help myself--Mom had been swayed so easily. She was practically
eager
to accept her new role in life. She was nodding enthusiastically, her eyes bright as she agreed to what the video said.
"Yes," she said, her voice warm and full. "Yes, I understand."
"Good girl," Kiki said, and Mom practically glowed at the words. "You will obey. Say it."
"I will obey," Mom replied, her hands in her lap. They weren't wringing nervously or twisting with anxiety. They were resting, relaxed. "I will obey."
"You will submit. Say it."
"I will submit," Mom said with a smile.
"You will kneel," Kiki continued, with a tone that anticipated far more resistance than Mom was offering. "Kneel for me, now."
Mom was already kneeling, so I couldn't help but smile as she endeavored to kneel
even more
than she was already. Her ass had been resting on her feet, but she rose slightly, no longer resting on her... laurels? Is that what a laurel is?
At the same time, she lowered her head and hunched her shoulders. If I'd sat like that she would've hit me across the shoulders and scolded my posture, but I could see that she was trying to position herself into the most servile position possible.
I desperately tried to keep my eyes on Mom's face. As her shoulders had hunched forward, they'd pushed... another part of her body forward.
I continued looking at Mom's face, remembering my second rule.
"And now," Kiki commanded, "you will beg. Beg to learn the ways of the geisha. Beg for me to teach you how to unlock the submission inside you that will make you happy."
Kim had surprised me with her submissive response.
Mom's left her in the dust.
"
Please
, Kiki," Mom said, her accent thick as she threw herself forward, her forehead meeting the floor as she groveled before the tiny television. "Please,
please
, teach me how to submit. Teach me how to serve. I will do anything you say. Everything. I swear. My life is yours, to teach me the ways of the geisha."
Her desperate wail was cut off by the video: "Repeat after me, and you shall be rewarded with the greatest pleasure your master can offer."
"Anything," Mom groaned, her face still pressed against the dusty attic floor. I was glad she wasn't asthmatic, or the evening would've gone very differently.
"There is no greater pleasure than to please your master."
Mom surprised me again, looking up at the television, a desperation and hunger in her eyes.
"There is no greater pleasure than to please my master."
I'd lost track of how many times I'd heard Kim chant those words. I knew that she believed them, of course--she had proven to me, again and again, that my pleasure was her highest priority.
