Blooming

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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, events, and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All the characters are over 18.


Samantha stood at the edge of the garden, her fingers lightly brushing against the delicate petals of the lilacs. The sun dipped low in the sky, casting golden rays that danced through the leaves, illuminating the scene with a warm glow. She lifted her gaze to Tim and Andrew, who were engrossed in a quiet conversation on the expansive lawn, rivals and friends united in a common goal.

Tim, with his disheveled chestnut hair and warm hazel eyes, had a simple charm that drew people to him effortlessly. He was excited as he recounted a story from their latest adventure – a hiking trip that had led them to a stunning waterfall cascading down rocky cliffs. His enthusiasm was contagious, and Samantha couldn’t help but smile as she listened to him.

Andrew, on the other hand, exuded a quiet strength that intrigued her. He didn’t talk much but always knew what to say, and was constantly showing her how much of a good person he was. Charity work was his passion and he demonstrated it by volunteering at a soup kitchen and an animal shelter.

Both men loved her madly and she loved them back, making it impossible to choose one to be her boyfriend. Something had to be done, and she believed she had found the perfect solution to her dilemma.

Samantha inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet fragrance of the lilacs that surrounded her, then glanced again at Tim and Andrew. The playful glimmer in her eye sparked with a brilliant idea. With nimble steps, she glided across the soft grass, her bare feet dancing lightly over the cool blades. The sun painted her silhouette with a mesmerizing glow as she approached.

“Gentlemen,” she began, her voice lilting with excitement, “I propose a little game. Whoever falls under my hypnotic spell first shall be my beau.”

Tim chuckled. “Hypnotic spell? You can’t be serious! Hypnosis isn’t real!” He leaned back on his elbows, a teasing smile breaking across his face.

“Then I already won,” Andrew rubbed his hands. “I was entranced several times by an ex back in college. You won’t find anyone more suggestible than me.”

“Really? That’s good to know,” Samantha plucked a nearby flower and twirled it between her fingers. It had radiating shades of violet and lavender, and its center was kissed with golden pollen that sparkled as she moved it. Andrew’s eyes were immediately drawn to it.

“Wait… this is actually a thing?” Tim shook his head. “Why do you have to be such a tease, Sam?”

“Because that’s the way you like it. Just look at the flower and follow my lead. All you need to do is sink and I’ll be yours.”

Samantha held the lilac just before her, its beauty enthralling as she began to sway it gently from side to side. The petals fluttered like butterfly wings in the fading sunlight.

Tim rolled his eyes but couldn’t help himself; he leaned forward slightly, curiosity piqued. Andrew’s gaze was fixed on the flower, his brow furrowed in concentration. The world around them slipped away as Samantha’s melodious voice wove through the air, wrapping them in a cocoon of enchantment.

“Just look at it,” she urged, her voice soft yet commanding. “Look as deeply as you can and don’t let your gaze wander. Can you see the golden sparks reflected in your eyes? They’re inviting you to relaxation, wonderful and blissful relaxation…”

As Samantha continued to sway the lilac, the sunlight refracted through its delicate petals, casting fleeting rainbows onto their faces. “Tim, Andrew,” she beckoned softly, “let this flower guide you into a deeper state of consciousness. Notice how it moves back and forth. Your minds are moving too, gently surrendering to this moment. Every swing carries your thoughts further away from reality and closer to me. Let go… just let go.”

Tim’s laughter faded, replaced by an awed silence as he leaned closer, entranced by the lilac’s mesmerizing dance. Andrew’s breath became almost imperceptible, his gaze locked onto the flower with an intensity that made Samantha’s heart race.

“I love you and you love me, but now you’ll love me even more as my voice penetrates your thoughts. Feel your hearts swelling up with adoration. You love me. You want to do anything for me…” she purred.

The lilac pulsed with color in the fading light, a beacon guiding them deeper into Samantha’s spell. As she spoke, a gentle breeze began to swirl around them. Each word she uttered floated like wisps of cloud, wrapping around their minds, binding them together in an unbreakable bond.

“It’s not fair for me to choose between you two, so I won’t,” she said. “I’ll keep you both in this dreamy state of mind, overwhelmed with love and the desire to be mine. Surrender… Surrender to me.”

Tim nodded slowly, his eyes wide as if witnessing a dream coming to life before him. Andrew remained fixated on the lilac, caught in its spell. The world outside their little circle faded away; there was only Samantha, the enchanting flower, and whatever she decided to do with them next.

“Good boys,” she smiled from cheek to cheek, her victory assured. They were equally susceptible to her charms, so letting them sink further and further was the logical thing to do. “Go deeper now.”

“Yes, Samantha,” they said in unison, their future becoming clear. They would bloom in trance for the rest of their days, happy to love and worship her without a care in the world.

THE END


 

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S. B.

Simple Being, Middle name Creative. Writer and artist with a penchant for themes of Female Domination, Hypnosis and Mind Control. My thoughts are my own except when they're not.

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