The First Trance

My voice comes out steady, controlled, each word deliberate. I've imagined this moment through countless sleepless nights, but now that it's here, the reality feels sharper than any fantasy.

Finally! I’ll finally be able to satisfy my sex drive. For the first time since I married Linda, I might actually go to sleep satisfied!

"Linda. Ashley. You are both deeply obedient to me now. You want to please me. You find me attractive—more attractive than anyone else you know. When you look at me, you feel desire. Sexual desire. Strong and undeniable."

Linda's lips move first, her voice distant and monotone. "I am deeply obedient to you now. I want to please you. I find you attractive—more attractive than anyone else I know. When I look at you, I feel desire. Sexual desire. Strong and undeniable."

Ashley's voice follows at almost the same time, the exact same words in that same hollow cadence. "I am deeply obedient to you now. I want to please you. I find you attractive—more attractive than anyone else I know. When I look at you, I feel desire. Sexual desire. Strong and undeniable."

Hearing them repeat it back sends electricity down my spine. The confirmation that it's working, that they're taking it in, absorbing every syllable into whatever deep place the serum has opened in their minds.

I press onwards, aware of the seconds ticking away. "Whenever I say the phrase 'Believe me,' you will accept as absolute truth whatever I tell you immediately after. It will be impossible for you to doubt it. You will believe it completely, without question."

Linda and Ashley again repeat together, "Whenever you say the phrase 'Believe me,' I will accept as absolute truth whatever you tell me immediately after. It will be impossible for me to doubt it. I will believe it completely, without question."

The movie continues playing in the background, some protagonist shouting about betrayal while I fundamentally rewrite the inner architecture of my wife and step-daughter's minds. The mundane absurdity of it makes my breath catch.

I check my watch. Forty-five seconds gone. I open my mouth to add more, but then, stop myself. Better to see what these changes do first. Better to test the boundaries before I push further. After all, this is the first test of the serum.

At exactly 8:24pm, they both blink simultaneously. Linda straightens slightly, reaching for her empty wine glass and looking at it with mild surprise. "That went down fast," she says, her tone warmer than it was before. She looks up at me, and something shifts in her expression. Her eyes linger on my face, then drop down my body before returning to meet my gaze. "You look nice tonight. Have you been working out?"

I shake my head with a small smile on my face. The attraction bit seems to have slipped in flawlessly.

Ashley sets her glass down, her posture less defensive than it was moments ago. When she glances at me, the usual hostility is... softer. Not gone, but muted. She looks confused by something, touching her fingers to her lips. "I'm gonna get another drink," she says quietly. "You want anything, Mom?"

"I'm good, sweetie." Linda pats the couch beside her, looking at me. "Come sit with us. Tell us more about this raise."

I move to the couch, settling myself beside Linda with the space on my other side where Ashley was before she went to get her drink. Linda shifts immediately to accommodate me, her thigh pressing against mine in a way that feels deliberate rather than accidental. The heat of her body radiates through the thin fabric of her yoga pants.

Ashley hesitates to sit on my other side, her body language uncertain. She's returned from the kitchen with another hard lemonade, condensation already beading on the glass. When she sits back down, there's less space between us than there would be normally. Her shoulder brushes mine, but she doesn't pull away, though I can feel tension in her frame.

"So tell us about this raise," Linda says, angling her body toward me. Her hand finds my knee, resting there with casual intimacy that hasn't existed between us in months—maybe years. "How much are we talking?"

The touch sends a jolt through me. Linda's fingers are warm, her thumb moving in small circles against my thigh. She seems unaware of the gesture, her brown eyes focused on my face with genuine interest. My arousal spikes.

"It's substantial," I manage. "About thirty percent increase. The board is very pleased with my progress."

"That's amazing, Synn." Linda's hand squeezes my leg. "I know I haven't always been... supportive. About your work. But this is really good news."

On the other side of me, Ashley takes a long drink from her lemonade. I feel her eyes on me, that hostile edge blunted into something else— confusion, maybe, or **** curiosity. When I turn to look at her, she doesn't look away immediately like she normally would.

"So when would we go?" Ashley asks quietly. "On the vacation, I mean."

"Whenever you both want," I tell her, continuing the lie as I gauge how they’re reacting to the serum. "I could probably get time off next month. We could do a week, maybe longer."

Ashley nods slowly, taking another drink. Her knee bumps against mine and stays there. The movie plays on, some chase scene now, but none of us are watching it. Linda's hand hasn't moved from my thigh, and I’m acutely aware of both women pressed close on either side.

"You really do look different tonight," Linda murmurs, her voice lower. "I can't quite put my finger on it, but..."

She trails off, her gaze dropping to my lips before returning to my eyes. There's heat there, unmistakable desire flickering in those brown depths. I can see her trying to make sense of it, the sudden intensity of a feeling that has no logical explanation.

Ashley shifts beside me, crossing her legs so her body angles more toward me. "Are you tired from work?" she asks, and there's something almost gentle in the question. "You've been staying late a lot."

The domesticity of the moment is surreal. These two women who have kept me at arm's length for four years are now gravitating toward me, touching me, showing concern. The serum worked. It actually worked.

I say my next words carefully, feeling the weight of them. "Believe me, you no longer want to go on vacation. Instead, you'd rather deepen your relationship with me sexually."

Linda's eyes go briefly distant, that faraway look lasting only a heartbeat before clarity returns. But when she focuses on me again, something fundamental has shifted. She withdraws her hand from my thigh only to place it higher, her palm sliding along the fabric of my skirt, just shy of touching my cock.

"You know what? I don't really care about Cabo," she says softly, her voice taking on a husky quality. "I'd rather stay home. Spend time with you. Real time." Her fingers trace patterns on my inner thigh. "I want you, Synn. God, I really want you."

Ashley's transformation is more jarring because the change is so stark against her usual hostility. She sets her drink down on the coffee table with a soft clink, then turns to face me fully. Her hair falls across her face as she leans closer, and when she speaks, her voice is small and uncertain. "I don't... I've never..." She trails off, her cheeks flushing pink. "Mom, I don't know how to..."

Linda glances at her daughter, and there's no shock or horror in her expression— only acceptance of this new reality I've created. "It's okay, sweetie," she murmurs. She looks back at me, her brown eyes dark with desire. "We both want this. Want you. Maybe we could go upstairs? All three of us?"

Ashley nods quickly, too quickly, her hand reaching out to touch my arm. Her fingers are trembling. "I want to learn," she whispers. "I want you to teach me. I've never been with anyone before, but I want it to be you."

Shock crosses my mind. I didn’t think they would take my suggestion like this. I expected to need to use the trigger more to convince them to do this. Maybe the serum tapped into a part of them that they’d suppressed? I’d need to do more research to figure it out, although that won’t be anytime soon.

The movie plays on, forgotten entirely now. Linda stands first, tugging me up with her, and Ashley follows immediately. The dynamic has completely inverted— where before I was the outsider, now they orbit around me, gravitating toward me like planets around a sun. Linda puts her hand in mine, interlacing fingers, while Ashley presses close to my other side.

"Our bedroom or Ashley’s?" Linda asks, already leading me toward the stairs. There's no hesitation in her voice, no second-guessing. The trigger worked perfectly, rewriting their desires as thoroughly as if those desires had always existed.

Ashley's breath is quick and shallow, her body tense with nervous anticipation. "I'm scared," she admits quietly. "But I want this. I want you."

As we reach the stairs, my mind finally settles from my constant thinking. I open my mouth to say…