…black and white

She’d never liked the way the landlord looked at her, so she’d made sure to be out of the apartment when he installed a new smoke detector last night.  Her husband loved the guy, which only pissed her off more, since he should have been offended on her behalf by the letch with his leering eyes and smarmy jokes.

Luckily, the work was finished quickly and she didn’t have to worry about having either of them around tonight since her husband was out with the boys.

She was settling in for some Netflix when she noticed an odd hum in the air.  Following the sound, it led her to the staircase and that new smoke detector.  She hadn’t really looked at it before, but there was something odd about it.

Not only was it making that low, soothing buzzing sound, but there was a little red light in the lower corner, almost a strobe light.  The way it flashed was hard to get a handle on:  was it an optical illusion and really not flashing at all?  She focused more closely… stared at it…

30 minutes later, she had not moved.  As designed, the hum and the flash had lulled her into a hypnotic trance.  The landlord and her husband watched through the camera they’d installed the night before from a van outside.  Then, they flipped a switch, turning off the sound and activating a speaker.  Her husband spoke first.

“How do you feel, Babe?”

Her mind was silent and she felt no reason not to respond, in a soft whisper they could barely hear in the van, although they could read her lips.


Now it was the landlord’s turn:  “Good Girl.  Keep focusing on the light and listen to our voices.  Obey our voices.”

She could think of no reason not to.  She could not think at all.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Yes… MASTER.”

For some reason, that sounded right.

“Yes, Master.”

“You are in a deep hypnotic sleep.  Everything we tell you is the truth.  You believe the truth.  You accept the truth.  From now on, you will believe, accept and obey these truths.”

“Yes, Master.”

“We are you Masters.”

“Yes, Master.”

“You are our slave.”

“Yes, Master.”

“You are our sex slave.”

“Yes, Master.”

“You will obey, without hesitation, our every command.”

“Yes, Master.”

“It’s like you’re married to both of now.  You will love, honor, and obey.”

“Yes, Master.”

“You will cook and clean and fuck and suck.”

“Yes, Master.”

Her husband couldn’t wait to get back in on the act:  “What are you gonna do for us, Babe?”

“Cook and clean and fuck and suck.”

The landlord glared at him:  don’t mess this up.

“You like the way your mind feels right now.  You like being asleep, even when you’re awake.  You don’t like to think.  So you won’t think.  You will just obey us.”

“Yes, Master.”

“Take off your clothes, slut.”

“Yes, Master.”  She stripped for her new Masters:  instinctively, she knew they wanted her to do it slowly.

“Play with yourself for the camera.”

“Yes, Master.”

“You are going to be turned on by being our slave.  You’re going to be turned on by everything you do for us, whether it’s cleaning the house or sucking the mayor’s cock so I can get the zoning board to give me what I want on my new properties.  Do you understand, slut?”

“Yes, Master.”

He handed the microphone back to her husband.

“Thanks.  She’s all yours for the rest of the night.”

“Hey, Babe.  Why don’t you start repeating ‘I must obey my husband’ for me while you cum?”

“Yes, Master.  I must obey my husband.  I must obey my husband.  I must… must… obey… my husband… I must… ohhhhhh…. ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…”

The landlord smiled as he stepped out of the van.  Another happy tenant.