Jack of Spades

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The Family of the Future

I have a good friend named Susan who lives near me (actually we are more than friends as we are both bi). She is 37, a beautiful blonde, who is married to a white man aged 40. She has a 13 year old daughter, also a beautiful blonde, fathered by her husband. But she has two black sons, ages 9 and 7. Her current black master lives with her and her family and runs the household. Her daughter has a 15 year old black boyfriend who sleeps over often. Susan’s sons were gathered by two different black men, not her current master. The first wasn’t planned; she actually fell pregnant a few months after going black as a result of a one night stand with a black man whose cock was just too beautiful to put a condom on. She decided to keep the baby though, and two years later intentionally got pregnant again by a different black man. She and her current master plan to have another black child soon.

Her husband is now openly gay, something she worked hard to bring out in him because she was not fucking her husband and wanted to make sure he didn’t get any other woman pregnant. She is quite proud that she has a gay husband and likes him much better now that he has embraced a gay lifestyle. It also helped with her goal of making sure her white daughter went black from day one. She is confident her daughter will fuck only black and have all black children. Her sons are quite dark, and if you didn’t know you would never guess they have a white mom. In short she is confident that her family will be a black family, indeed in a few generations it will be hard to dintinguish her family from a pure African family. Needless to say, I think they are the ideal white family, soon to be transformed into a black family.

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She doesn’t need the spiral anymore. Back in the beginning, when she was still training with Master, they began with an app on her phone that showed her a beautiful, slowly swirling spiral with no beginning and no end. She would watch the spiral and listen to Master as he guided her mind into peace and pleasure, and her eyes would naturally and effortlessly follow the endless curving lines down and down and down into the center. It didn’t take long before she got very good at stilling her mind for Master like that.

And once she learned how to sink into an easy, soft, submissive trance for Master, that opened up so many new possibilities for her. It was so easy to learn for Master when all she could do was listen, when her thoughts dissolved into sleepy silence and her mind soaked up his every word with consummate ease. She learned how to still her thoughts faster, easier, without any resistance at all, until the sight of the spiral smoothed her into trance in less time than it took Master to snap his fingers. (Master’s fingers were usually occupied during their sessions anyway.)

And then she learned other lessons, each one triggered by a single word. She learned how to freeze in place for Master, how to remember what Master wanted her to remember and forget what Master wanted her to forget. She learned how to feel pleasure without touch and climax without stimulation. She learned how to be a good girl, her will slowly molded to the shape of Master’s desires during the hours of spiral-induced bliss. She started out wanting to be controlled, but it was only through the spiral that she learned the true ecstasy of being owned.

Until the day came when she wanted to be owned completely. She didn’t know whether it was her idea, or an idea that Master had given her to think of as her own–she couldn’t tell the difference anymore, and she didn’t care. However it came into her head, she felt the powerful, intense pull of complete submission dragging her every fantasy along with it. Every time she masturbated for Master, she envisioned the spiral swallowing her mind completely. Every time she rubbed her clit and drifted into daydream, she pictured the spiral tugging her thoughts into trance before they could even form. Until she was blank for Master all the time. Until she didn’t think at all, only obeyed.

When Master pointed out that she was hypnotizing herself when she did that, she almost laughed in astonishment. Could it really be that easy? Could she really just find permanent trance right there, waiting for her, just by keeping the spiral in her mind’s eye and letting it carry her thoughts into blissful, blank obedience for Master? It only took her a few moments of contemplation for her to beg him to allow it to happen. He agreed, an indulgent smile on his face. And as soon as she had permission, her mind simply… went away.

And now, she sees the spiral everywhere. During her morning shower, she stares blankly at the tiled wall and sees the spiral swallowing her thoughts. Her daily chores are performed by her subconscious mind only; her eyes see the floors she scrubs and the windows she washes, but her consciousness experiences nothing but endlessly swirling bliss. She’s constantly focused on the pleasure of following Master’s instructions, the pure delight of being nothing but an instrument of his will, and everything she does feels so perfect to her now. She doesn’t need the spiral anymore… because the spiral is her.

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“I–I don’t understand,” Sabre whimpered, her eyes rolling back in her head as Falchion’s talented tongue swirled on her clit. “This, this shouldn’t be possible. We’ve all had…” She let out a choking gasp as Falchion suckled the sensitive nub of flesh, derailing her train of thought almost before it could depart. “…um, hhhhad hyp. Hypnotic. Resistance. Training.” Sabre struggled to recall the training now. It seemed abstract and meaningless compared to the sensations between her legs. “Doctor Eskrima, you… you certified us yourself!”

Doctor Eskrima nuzzled her way along Sabre’s cheekbone to whisper in her ear. “I did, didn’t I? You’re one hundred percent guaranteed to be completely immune to the effects of Lady Whisper’s lesbian seduction techniques.” Her warm breath sent shivers down Sabre’s spine. “Just like me. Just like Falchion.” Eskrima glanced down at the midnight-dark skin contrasting vividly with Sabre’s pale, creamy thighs. “And yet, I’m obediently teasing your nipples while Falchion licks your cunt into submission to Lady Whisper’s will. What does that tell you, pretty girl?”

Sabre tried to struggle, but her limbs felt like they were moving through treacle. It was child’s play for the other two agents to overpower her and drag her back into position. “I know what it tells me,” Doctor Eskrima purred, nibbling lightly on Sabre’s earlobes as she spoke. “It tells me that Lady Whisper is irresistible. It tells me that no matter how strong-willed you think you are, she’ll always find a way through your defenses. It tells me that it’s only a matter of time before your mind crumbles and your thoughts melt into blissful surrender. You’re already so far along, my sweet little slut. You can’t fight it much longer, can you?”

“Oh, I, ohhh…” Sabre’s defiance melted into a vacant moan as Falchion’s long, limber tongue spiked all the way down Sabre’s slick channel and deep into her cunt. Still, she struggled. She focused back on the videos they showed her in Hypnotic Resistance Training, trying to shut out the sensations of Falchion’s intense tongue-fucking and Eskrima’s tweaking, tugging touches against her nipples and let the subliminal counter-programming do its work. She knew Eskrima had to be wrong. She had absolute faith in her training. She had utter certainty that she was immune to hypnosis.

“Of course you do,” Eskrima purred, in response to words Sabre didn’t even know she was saying. “Because I programmed you to. Do you remember now? What the subliminals told you?” She rolled Sabre’s nipples between her thumb and forefinger almost lazily. “They described a moment. A moment when you would realize that Lady Whisper’s power was stronger than your will, stronger than my training, stronger than any resistance. Do you remember what they said you would feel at that moment?”

Sabre’s eyelids fluttered shut. In her mind, she saw only the gaps between the frames, the messages that flashed past too quickly to be recalled by the conscious mind. Her thoughts slowed down, and the images slowed down with them, until she could see every word from within the depths of trance. And finally, a word escaped her lips. “Pleasure,” she said helplessly, her hips straining to push Falchion’s tongue deeper inside her. “S-so much pleasure…”

Eskrima laughed. “That’s right, pretty girl. That pleasure is obedience. And it’s never letting you go.” She laughed again, the last sound that Sabre remembered as her mind finally went dark.

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