CYOA Wednesday 2024 – Week 28 [A Night to Remember to Forget – 2]

We continue this CYOA tale today. Synopsis below:

Brandon’s friends surprise him by inviting/hiring a hypnodomme to come to his birthday party. What fun happenings will ensue?

The winning option of the first poll with 38% of the votes was:

Redhead, even taller than Travis, with green eyes, and dangerous nails;

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Read the second segment below:

… a statuesque figure standing on the front porch, bathed in the warm glow of the lights outside.

Mistress Susan was a sight to behold – tall and regal, with her long hair cascading down her back like a stream of molten lava that could burn anyone who got near it. Unlike Ava who had only gotten her color through a long process of trial and error and more dyes than she remembered, the hypnodomme was a natural redhead and her emerald eyes were sharp and penetrating. Taller than everyone else, including Travis, she exuded an air of confidence and power, every movement deliberate and commanding.

Her nails were a dangerous shade of crimson, sharp and perfectly manicured, tapping against the side of her thigh in a rhythmic pattern that set everyone on edge. She was dressed in a form-fitting black attire that comprised a leather corset that stressed her hourglass figure, pushing up her ample bosom to the point of almost spilling over. The corset laced up at the front, drawing attention to the swell of her cleavage, and ended just above her navel, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of alabaster skin that begged to be touched. Tight black leather pants hugged her long legs, emphasizing every curve and leaving little to the imagination. Her feet were encased in thigh-high stiletto boots, the heels sharp and deadly-looking. Around her neck, a delicate silver chain held a small pendant that glinted as she moved, catching the eye and drawing it downwards.

Mistress Susan arched an eyebrow as she took in the stunned expressions of the group before her, a small smirk playing on her lips as if she knew the effect she had on them. With a voice smooth as silk and just as intoxicating, she broke the silence that hung heavy in the air.

“Good evening. You must be Brandon,” she purred. “I’ve heard so much about you from your delightful friends here. May I come in?”

Brandon’s jaw slackened as he struggled to find his voice, transfixed by Mistress Susan’s captivating presence. His heart raced in his chest, and a flush crept up his neck as he stammered, “Y-yes, please come in.” He stepped aside, allowing her to glide past him with an ethereal grace that made his head spin.

As Mistress Susan entered the house, a faint scent of vanilla and something deeper, more mysterious, lingered in her wake, wrapping Brandon in a heady embrace. The click-clack of her boots against the polished floor echoed through the hallway, each step like a siren’s call that tugged at his very soul.

Travis closed the door behind her, shooting Brandon a knowing look that only added to his disarray. Peter cleared his throat, and Ava offered Mistress Susan a nervous smile, her eyes darting between the hypnodomme and Brandon.

Mistress Susan turned to face the owner of the house and asked,

“Where’s Joan? She’s supposed to be joining us tonight too, isn’t she?”

“She’s running a little late,” Ava replied, “but yes, she’ll be here.”

“Good,” the Amazon Domme smiled. Taking a seat on the plush sofa, Mistress Susan crossed her long legs, the leather creaking with the movement. “Before I forget, Happy Birthday, Brandon. You’re in for a night beyond your wildest dreams.”

“I a-am?” he muttered, his mind continuing to spin as if he had been caught in a never-ending whirlpool. “Forgive me, but this is something I was not…”

“Expecting?” she giggled. “I sure hope not. Why ruin a pleasant surprise, huh?”

Brandon moved closer to the dominant woman, his body language betraying his nervousness. His friends surrounded him, hoping he wouldn’t say anything out of line but the only words that came out of his still trembling lips were,

“Surprises aren’t my forte.”

“So I’ve heard, but we can change that. In fact, I’ll be glad to,” she replied.

“Change how?”

“Any way your mind is inclined to. I’m here to show you how wonderful imagination can be because it seems you’ve forgotten, haven’t you? Always stuck in your routines… It’s your birthday, Brandon. Let me show you a side of you you don’t even know it’s there.”

“By hypnotizing me?” he shook his head. “Yeah, I’m not too sure about that…”

“Believe me, I understand your reluctance. New experiences can be daunting at first but you’ll never know if you’ll enjoy them or not unless you try. Your friends hired me for the evening to give you a taste of what’s possible when your mind is open to something other than its self-imposed limits. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Everything I do is always safe, sane, and consensual. We won’t explore anything you don’t want to and you can always call things off if you start to get uncomfortable. Give me the benefit of doubt for now at least, and you won’t regret it.”

“Hmmm, I…”

Travis stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand on Brandon’s shoulder. “She’s right, buddy. We’re all here with you,” he said, his voice warm and encouraging. Peter nodded in agreement, flashing Brandon a supportive smile. “It’ll be fun, I promise,” he chimed in. Ava reached for his right hand and added, “Just relax and enjoy the moment. We would never steer you wrong.”

“So you’ve all done this before?” he asked. “Joan too?”

“I’ve played with their thoughts once or twice, yes,” Mistress Susan replied. “It’s always entertaining and I’m sure it’ll be same for you. Trust me.”

“Right… Look, you seem like an intriguing person but I still have my reservations. Before I commit to anything, can you give me a demonstration, please? I’ve never done anything like this before, so I’d like to know what I’m getting myself into.”

“That’s fair,” Mistress Susan fiddled with the pendant around her neck. “A little warm-up is always good and your friends are right here. Who wants to volunteer?”

Brandon looked at his companions to see who would make the first move.

To choose who steps forward, head over to my Patreon (you can join for free), and vote on the poll there until next Sunday. 

If you’re new to these CYOA stories, here are the basic rules:

1) You can only choose one option;

2) If there’s a tie at the end of the poll, and the competing options can be combined somehow, I’ll do that. If not, I get the deciding vote to keep the tale going.

3) The process continues every Wednesday until the story runs its natural course.

Have fun.