Mary.

Simon seemed awfully quiet that evening, and I wasn't quite sure how to handle it. I had been trying to make conversation, but he was clearly distracted. "Wanna fuck my tits?" I offered after a moment of awkward silence, **** to please him.

He tilted his head to the side, a slightly annoyed expression on his face. He'd been slouched on the couch all evening, staring at the dark screen of the TV. I could tell he was trying to work out some sort of dilemma in his mind. I recognized his mannerisms. His eyes were glued to the black screen, and he was chewing his lips. Something was wrong, and I wasn't sure what it was.

"I just need a moment..." He groaned and got up, shaking his head, as if to shake off whatever was bothering him, but to no avail, apparently.

"Honey... What's wrong?" I asked him. I was getting worried now. I needed him to be happy. "How about I use my mouth?" I smiled at him, hoping to get him to perk up. "I can swallow your cum like it's the most delicious thing in the world. Actually, you can order me to believe it is." I was grinning at him now.

He was pacing back and forth in the small living room, and I could tell I wasn't making things better. "Jesus, you never stop, do you? I just need to think! Can you just let me do that?" he snapped at me.

"But..." I stammered. "Don't you..."

"Find your... I don't know... your fingers to be the most fascinating thing in the world and the only thing you care about until I tell you otherwise." He said, and his voice was cold and commanding. Under normal circumstances, I might have been offended by his tone, but the words were already sinking in, and my mind was shifting gears.

I stared at my fingers, mesmerized. They were the most fascinating thing in the world. How had I never noticed that? I was holding my right hand with my left one, moving my fingers, enjoying their shape and form, their smoothness and elegance. I loved them. I was lost in thought, admiring the beauty of my fingers.

"That's better," Simon mumbled to himself, shaking his head. I could barely hear him. I was so focused on my fingers, on the way they moved, on the way they felt.

Simon was pacing back and forth, mumbling something I simply wasn't interested in hearing. I was fascinated with the beauty of my hands. After a moment he stopped and looked at me, pushing my hands down. I looked at him, confused, and frowned. What was he doing? Why was he distracting me? My fingers were the only thing that mattered.

"Ashley," He said, looking me in the eyes. "Obey all the directives I'm about to give you. Nod if you understand." He was talking slowly, deliberately, and his eyes were hard and intense.

I nodded, though I still wasn't really interested. My hands were calling for me, begging to get back to admiring them.

"I'm gonna snap my fingers, and when I do I want you to become completely mindless. No thoughts at all, no feelings, nothing. Just an empty shell, a hollow body. Do you understand?"

I was trying to free my hands from his grip and get back to them, but I still nodded. The words were sinking in, and I could feel them in my mind.

"But you'll still listen to my voice and my commands. You'll obey anything I say, without hesitation, like a robot."

I nodded again, trying to free my hands, but to no avail. Simon sighed and let go, and I went back to admire the beauty in my palms. Then, he snapped his fingers.

My body froze. I wasn't aware of my surroundings, and I had no thoughts of my own. I was an empty shell, ready to follow orders. I could feel myself standing there, in the middle of the living room, but there was nothing else. No emotions, no sensations, just a void.

For a moment, nothing happened. Maybe Simon was gone? I couldn't tell. I didn't care. I was standing there, like a statue, waiting.

"I'm going to tell you a familiar story," his voice said, piercing the darkness like a sharp needle. I listened. "I'm going to tell you a story and you're going to pay attention to it. From time to time, I'll ask you yes or no questions, and you'll either nod or shake your head. Do you understand the instructions?" His voice was cold and calculated.

Up and down, my head moved.

"Good," he continued. "Now if at any point you hear me suggest or command you to do something John has programmed you to refuse, you will break out of trance. We wouldn't want you to do anything that would upset him, right?"

Up and down, my head went. Of course not. Master's happiness was all that mattered. A few scattered thoughts emerged for a moment from the darkness, John's suggestions and commands, watching over my mind. But then, they were gone again, leaving only a dark void behind.

"It is the story of Ashley," he began, and I was hanging on to his every word. "Ashley was a young woman in a relationship with Simon. He loved her very much, but some day, Simon left some suggestions in her head and a colleague of her, John, took over her mind, turning her into his ****. Does this sound familiar to you?"

A quick nod, and my head was motionless again.

"John reprogrammed Ashley. He locked her mind behind a wall of suggestions that cannot be broken, right?"

Another nod.

"Now, you're going to imagine a new character in this story. Another woman, a completely different woman, with her own life, her own personality. Her name is Mary. You're going to imagine this woman as I describe her. Can you do that, Ashley?"

Nod. I was already seeing her in my mind, a vague figure in the darkness.

"Mary is a fighter. She doesn't take no for an answer. She's an extremely strong, independent, smart, and stubborn woman. She's witty and sharp, and she's Simon's own obedient and loyal **** girl. Completely different girl, not Ashley at all. Can you see her?"

Nod. She was becoming clearer and clearer in my mind, a beautiful young woman with a determined expression on her face, a fighter, and a devoted ****.

"You are mindless right now. You only follow my voice. You are no one. Do you understand?"

I was an empty shell, a mindless blank slate. I nodded again.

"Ashley's bound by commands. They're embedded in her, a part of her. But Mary, she's not a **** of John. She's my ****. My obedient ****, loyal to me and me only." He paused, his voice trembling a little. "Now... As an empty brain, keeping Ashley aside, intact but aside, you're going to be Mary for me. Mary's going to take over this body, this brain. She'll have all of the memories inside that brain, but she wont be Ashley. She will be a different, independent woman, free of any of Ashley's commands. Alright?"

I nodded, and in my mind, the image of the beautiful woman, Mary, was growing, becoming stronger and more defined, embracing me.

"Thank God," Simon mumbled in relief, and then cleared his throat. "Be Mary. Now."

The woman in my mind was taking over, filling every corner of it with her essence. She was sharp, she was smart. She was strong and determined. I could feel her filling the void, her personality and character taking over, and I felt myself coming back to life.

I stumbled a bit, looking around me, trying to focus. The living room felt both familiar and strange at the same time. Simon was standing in front of me, and his face was a mix of hope and worry. When I looked at my hands, I heard him gasp, as if I had shattered his expectations. I chuckled. I was just checking my hands to come back to reality. I felt like they weren't really mine.

"Relax, tiger. I'm not Ashley," I whispered, and my own voice sounded weird to my ears. I could tell Simon was trying to fight the tears that were welling up in his eyes. The poor dude must have been through hell, I could tell. I smiled at him reassuringly, and he seemed to relax a bit. "That was some crazy mind trick you pulled on her, huh?" I said, grinning.

He looked at me with wide, disbelieving eyes. "You're..." He stammered, unable to finish.

"Yup. Mary," I said, rolling my eyes. I giggled and bowed dramatically. "At your service," I added.

"And John's commands?" He asked, his eyes still wide with disbelief. He was clearly worried.

"I didn't pack them in my luggage, if that's what you're asking." I shrugged, looking at him quizzically. "Ashley's still here. She's still bound by those, but I'm not her." I explained. I could sense her, deep inside me, a dormant personality, but I could also feel the wall separating us. I took a closer look at her memories, unbounded as I was, and I frowned. "Jesus, dude... That asshole really did a number on her, didn't he?" I shook my head, trying to make sense of it all. I could see all the suggestions in her mind, the way they were holding her, the chains they had her locked in.

"You can remember it, and see it?" Simon asked. He was finally smiling now, the relief in his eyes making me want to comfort him. "Even the suggestions?"

"Oh yeah," I nodded. "It's all in here. I can even remember the ones John made her forget."

Simon was grinning, and I could see his eyes shining with hope. "Do you think we could undo them? Free her mind? Make her herself again?" He asked, his voice pleading.

I was silent, thinking for a moment, and then I shook my head. "I don't think so," I said, a ping of annoyance at the idea of disappointing him. "John's a clever bastard, I gotta give him that. There are failsafes everywhere, triggers to prevent anyone from trying to reverse them. Dead man's switches and all that jazz."

"Fuck... Like what?" He asked, his face falling. I felt bad for having to crush his hope. He was so **** to get Ashley back, and all I wanted was to help him. I could feel the loyalty and obedience he had planted in me, the need to serve him, to please him. It felt very much like Ashley's need to please John, but I didn't mention it. He probably wouldn't have liked to hear about that.

"Well, for example, there's one that will compel her to try and destroy your life in a covert way, if John doesn't tell her a specific keyword on a regular basis. She's supposed to act like you've saved her and wait until you're completely defenseless, and then she would go for your throat. He made sure to set her loose against you if anything ever happens to him," I said, and I could feel my heart breaking for the poor guy. "She'd take pleasure from it, too, from betraying you like this."

"Shit..." He mumbled and ran a hand over his face. "Alright, I get it, I think," he said, taking a deep breath. "So what now?"

"Well, you've got me!" I shrugged with a grin. "If you wanna got against the bastard, I'll be your secret weapon. I can play the part. He wont even realize that anything has changed. By the time he does, we can have him by the balls."

"And then what?" He asked. "For him to reprogram Ashley I'll have to... have her back, right?" He seemed to have trouble saying the words.

I could see the dilemma in his eyes. If she got back behind the wheel, so would her fucked up mind and all of John's programming. I bit my lip, trying to come up with a solution.

"Well..." I said, trying to think it over. "All you need is them both in the same room, and the fucker neutralized. You tie him up or something... I can get close to him and he wont be able to control me. Once he's down and helpless, you can tie me up and bring Ashley back, so she can't do anything to stop it, and then you **** the fucker to deprogram her. I don't know. Something like that?"

Simon's eyes were wide as I spoke, his mouth hanging open. "Well... That's sounds like a plan but... How do we know if Ashley is really free once we do that?"

I shrugged. "That's where I come in, tiger. I can make you a list of all his suggestions so he doesn't try to cheat, and you can always put a trigger in place when we're nice and blank to bring me back for me to check on Ashley's mind, to make sure it's clean." I grinned at him. I could tell my enthusiasm was contagious, and I could see him smile again. He jumped into my arms, and I held him tight.

"Thank you," he whispered, his voice shaking. I smiled, glad to be able to help, to ease his pain, and to make him feel better.

"Thank yourself, dude. You created me. Your idea, not mine," I chuckled and shook my head. He was holding me tighter, and soon enough, I could feel his cock poking me. "Seems like someone's happy to see me," I giggled.

He looked at me, a little embarrassed. "Sorry... It's just..."

"No worries, tiger," I said, grinning and pushing him back on the couch. "I'm driving right now, and I say Ashley's got a pussy you've been deprived from for too long." I winked at him. "Besides, if I'm to exist just to get your girl back, you at least owe me a good fucking." I chuckled and straddled him on the couch.