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Unseen	By : Tanwen Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 20274 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Sam woke the next morning feeling refreshed. She was glad that she had some nights where she slept well … there were far too many where she didn’t, where her dreams were of the Reapers coming for the Normandy instead … of …
She tried to recall what the dream was - it had been a pleasant one - but all that flashed into her mind was an old-fashioned pocket watch. Weird. It didn’t really matter, anyways. She went through her usual morning routine and took her place by the galaxy map, nodding to Shepard as she came in.
By the time she was ready to take her break, she was in a foul mood. Some of the supplies orders had gotten mixed up, and she’d nearly gotten into a shouting match with Steve over who was responsible. She was doing her best not to fume as she sat by herself in a corner of the mess hall, picking at her food more than anything else.
Her mind drifted back to the dream that she could almost remember. Right then it seemed … soothing, somehow. She could almost see the watch spinning in her mind’s eye, catching the light before arcing up into a swinging motion. Back … and forth. Back … and forth.
A loud shout from the other side of the mess broke the reverie she’d drifted into, and she looked down to see that her hand had been drifting towards her crotch, fingers about to slide under her clothes. She flushed. What had gotten into her? Samantha Traynor was not that kind of girl.
Maybe it had just been too long since she’d been with someone. But why did that not ring true in her ears? There was an odd mental disconnect there - the thing that had seemed just out of reach, recently, was still very much out of reach. It was frustrating.
At least it had been a ‘travel’ day, spent simply trying to get from one place to the other, she thought as she finally clocked off and went to the crew quarters to try and relax. She smiled at the others and made the right sounds in the right places, but her mind had kept going back to that gold watch.
Sam went to use what passed for a shower on the Normandy, pitiful water pressure and never enough heat. She sighed, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the wall for a minute as she attempted to sort things out. There was no significance to a gold watch. So why did it keep popping into her head? And why did she feel a flutter of excitement as she pictured it moving back … and forth … and back …
Her hand moved down again, and this time she was too lost in the mental imagery to stop herself. And maybe it really had been too long, because masturbating with the pocket watch swinging back and forth behind her eyelids felt way too good. A warm feeling that wrapped around her, a hand ghosting up her back, a honeyed voice whispering in her ear.
Surrender…
Sam shook her head. Had she dozed off in the shower? She’d felt so refreshed this morning - how had the day gone so wrong? And when … when had her hand gone between her legs?
“Argh,” Sam said to the (thankfully) empty bathroom as she turned off the water and wrapped herself in a towel.
Lying on her bed, Sam found it hard to concentrate on her novel. She kept coming back to read the same line over and over again. When she heard the door opening, she was grateful for the excuse to put the datapad down and look at something else. She gave a friendly nod to the other woman, and then …
The pocket watch. The one that had been at the edge of her mind the whole day. For a moment, knowledge knocked at the edge of Sam’s mind, hinting at something that had been going on for a while without her remembering it. Part of her wanted to embrace that knowledge. Part of her didn’t.
The woman walked over and held the watch in front of Sam’s face, and her eyes fastened onto it hungrily, her mouth opening slightly as she watched it catch the light.
“Oh, my pet, you are so conflicted right now,” the woman said. Sam shivered at the tone, the raw sensuality overlaying every word. “I could see it in you when I entered. You’re so close, but you keep fighting me … I think we’ll have to change things up a bit. But first.” The voice dropped even lower. “Look at the watch, Sam, as it moves back and forth …”
Sam sighed, half entranced already. Yes. She wanted to look at the watch. It was finally here in front of her, the feelings it was creating ten times stronger than those her memory of it had conjured up earlier. She put up no resistance as the woman prodded her into a trance, sighing in relief as she sunk deeper and deeper under her control. Her will spun out of her like a gust of wind, leaving her open and obedient.
Mistress’ lips brushed Sam’s ear as she whispered to her. “Remembering that it feels so good to obey, to be this open and obedient, receptive to me, to my words, letting my words write your will…”
Sam was dimly aware of her breasts being massaged as Mistress continued to speak. “Feeling your desire build, your arousal build … with every movement of my fingers, you become more aroused, you desire me more. You want to please your Mistress; you exist to please your Mistress.”
Sam let out a long moan that turned into a whimper as Mistress removed her hands, put space between them that Sam did not want. Sam turned her head to look at Mistress and felt her desire grow even stronger.
“That’s it,” Mistress said. “That’s the look I love to see on your pretty little face.” She smiled. “Tell me what you want, my pet.”
“To please you, Mistress,” Sam said. “Let me. Please. I want to…”
Mistress tilted Sam’s chin up with one finger and drew her in for a deep kiss. Sam melted under the attention, her hands coming to grasp at Mistress’ shoulders, seeking to steady herself. She was quivering with desire when Mistress broke the kiss.
“You may please me now, my pet,” Mistress said, and Sam eagerly cupped the other woman’s breasts in her hand. Nothing mattered except pleasing her, making this woman happy. She buried her head against Mistress’ shoulder as her hands traced the outline of her body. Sam heard her lover’s breath catch, and she shivered from the knowledge that she had done that, she had been an obedient girl and pleased her Mistress.
“Lick me,” Mistress commanded, and Sam bent her head to eagerly start lapping at the other woman’s cunt. Mistress was so warm and wet, and Sam enjoyed wringing out moans and whimpers, loved hearing how much Mistress was enjoying what Sam was doing to her. Hearing those sounds was making Sam so hot and horny, but the desire to please and obey kept her attention squarely on the other woman.
Sam knew the exact moment that she made Mistress climax, the shudder her lover gave causing one to run through her own body. Mistress let out a long moan, driving Sam into a frenzy as she continued to lick. It felt so good to be there, her head buried between Mistress’ legs, like it was where she belonged. Like everything else was less important than this, than pleasing Mistress…
Mistress leaned in to cup Sam’s breast, and she moaned and leaned into the touch. “Mmm,” Mistress said. “Normally, I’d like nothing more than to hear you beg me for your own climax, as wet and eager as you are right now.” Sam let out a whimper that might have been agreement. “But you’re being a stubborn one, my pet, not coming to worship at your Mistress’ feet as you should. That conscious mind of yours is holding back.”
“P-please,” Sam said, her eyes closing. “Need you - so bad - Mistress.”
“Music to my ears,” Mistress replied, tweaking Sam’s nipple. “You almost make me want to reconsider. But … no. Even I do not have infinite patience.” Mistress reached to the side and brought up the pocket watch again. Sam’s eyes were still only half-lidded as she fixed her gaze on it, her conditioning temporarily pushing her raw lust and need down.
“Follow the watch,” Mistress said. “Watch as it swings, watch how it spins in the light. With every swing your will disappears, your mind empties of thought.”
Already entranced as she was, Sam had no defense against Mistress taking her deeper - nor did she want to stop it, her eyes closing almost instantly. She craved this, craved the deep trance that Mistress could put her into. Everything felt good in the trance, most of all obeying Mistress’ commands.
“I am going to give you some new commands,” Mistress said. “Your conscious mind will not remember being given these commands, but it will act on them.”
“Yes Mistress,” Sam breathed.
“You are a horny little slut,” Mistress said, and Sam twitched where she sat, feeling a fresh burst of arousal come through her at the words. “You cannot stop yourself from looking at other women, admiring them, wanting to fuck them. If encouraged, you will increase those attentions, doing everything in your power to seduce them. Anytime your conscious mind tries to resist, you will grow more and more aroused. And when you do fuck them, you will follow their every direction, take your cues from them. You will not hold back on your enjoyment of this - every time you take another woman, it will make you bolder to try the next one.” Mistress’ breath was hot on Sam’s neck. “But you will always feel something is missing, because you will not submit to any of them completely.” She paused. “Do you know who I am?”
“Mistress,” Sam said, barely above a whisper.
“But what is the name that others call me?”
“I … don’t know, Mistress. You told me to forget. You told me that I would only remember when I was ready to submit to you completely. Give my will to yours in all things.”
“Very good,” Mistress purred. “You submit completely to me and no one else, is that clear, my pet?”
“Yes Mistress.”
Mistress laid her hand against Sam’s cheek, then pulled her in for a searing kiss. Once more Sam wilted under the attention. She yearned for Mistress to touch her further, and gave a strangled cry of disappointment when Mistress pulled away instead.
“Remember, you are a horny little slut,” Mistress said.
“I am a horny little slut,” Sam repeated dutifully.
“Good girl,” Mistress said. “Listen for the door to close, and then wake from your trance, remembering nothing, remembering everything…”
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