CYOA Wednesday 2024 – Week 29 [A Night to Remember to Forget – 3]

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 second poll with 50% of the votes was:

Ava

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Read the third segment below:

After a moment of deliberation, Ava stepped forward and Mistress Susan rejoiced, saying, “I was hoping it would be you. Come here, dear.”

“With pleasure,” Ava replied, her heart pounding so loud one could mistake it for a jackhammer drilling through concrete. She walked towards the hypnotic mistress, her friends watching with eager anticipation.

Mistress Susan gestured for Ava to sit next to her, and with a graceful movement of her right hand, lifted Ava’s chin to meet her gaze. There was a spark in the sexy woman’s eyes that made Ava swoon.

“What happens now?” Brandon asked.

“Now, you keep quiet for a while and watch,” Mistress Susan responded, still looking into the other woman’s eyes. “Ava is going to be good girl for me, won’t you?”

“Yes,” Ava said, the air charged with an intense erotic energy that couldn’t be denied. Both Peter and Travis felt their cocks harden but Brandon remained as calm as possible and in control of his emotions. Yes, the hypnodomme was hot but everyone was looking at her as if she were a Goddess on Earth and that didn’t sit well with him. If things became too freaky for his liking, he would call everything off without hesitation.

“Relax, my dear,” Mistress Susan whispered, her voice laden with silk. “We’re going on a trip to the most beautiful parts of your mind. I want you to close your eyes and imagine yourself in a place where all your desires come true. It’s a lovely place, almost as lovely as you, and as perfect as a dream. The air there is fragrant with the scent of blooming flowers, swirling around you like a gentle caress. The ground beneath your feet is cushioned with lush emerald grass, each blade whispering secrets of ancient magic you’re longing to discover.

“In the distance, you hear the melodious song of a crystal-clear river, its waters shimmering in the golden light that filters through a canopy of towering trees. Birds of every color imaginable flit through the air, leaving trails of iridescence in their wake. The leaves above dance in harmony with the song of the wind, creating a symphony of nature that touches your soul.

“As you walk closer to the riverbank, you see colorful butterflies fluttering around, their delicate wings carrying them on a whimsical journey. The water beckons you with a mesmerizing sparkle, inviting you to dip your hand into its cool embrace. When you do, ripples form and carry your reflection away, and it’s as if all your worries are fading away. It’s so peaceful here that Time loses all meaning. You’re safe, shielded from anything that could ail you or cause you stress. You can sit down, cross your legs, and drift away. Do it now.”

As Ava sat with her eyes eyes closed, she took a deep breath and a serene smile ghosted across her lips. Mistress Susan’s hypnotic induction was both familiar and new, an open invitation into a deep state of relaxation and openness. In her mind’s eyes, she found herself sitting still by the riverbank, feeling the cool, dewy grass beneath her bare feet. She could stay there forever, lulled by the Domme’s gentle words and the power of her imagination.

Peter and Travis exchanged a knowing glance as they watched Ava surrender to the enchanting trance Mistress Susan weaved around her. Their own minds started to wander to different realms, each envisioning their own idyllic paradise.Peter was soaring through the skies with wings made of pure light, the wind carrying him towards the sun in a euphoric dance of freedom. Travis, on the other hand, was transported to a bustling city of neon lights and futuristic marvels, where he was hailed as hero among the dazzling skyscrapers and flying cars.

As Ava basked in the tranquility of her inner sanctuary, a subtle shift in Brandon caught Mistress Susan’s attention. His jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on Ava with a protective edge that hadn’t been there before. It was as though a dormant instinct had been awakened within him, a primal urge to protect her at all costs. Did he have any hidden feelings for her, something that went beyond the realm of friendship or was there something else worth exploring when his turn to sink for her came to be? The hypnodomme noted his subtle gestures and continued to seduce Ava’s mind.

“And now that you’re so relaxed and reflecting the tranquility of the world around you, you realize that my voice is more enchanting than anything else you’ve heard until now. The birds know it, the river too, and now it’s your turn to acknowledge it. You love the way it flows into your ears and lingers there, telling you to sleep… sleep… sleep in utter bliss. Nothing will hurt you as long as you listen to me. Sleep, Ava. Sleep!”

Ava’s head bobbed as memories of past trances rushed in to guide her deeper into her beautiful fantasy. Meanwhile, Peter and Travis struggled to keep their heavy eyelids from closing as they teetered on the edge of succumbing to Mistress Susan’s enchanting voice. The battle to stay awake was fierce, their minds torn between the desire to drift off into own reveries and the need to remain present in the moment. Each word uttered by Mistress Susan added another layer of peaceful drowsiness, pulling them further into a hazy stupor. Brandon reached for the back of their heads and tapped them hard as if saying, “What are you doing? Snap out of it!” but they continued to fall, unable to stop their subconscious from taking over.

As Brandon pinched Peter and Travis, a sudden jolt ran through their bodies, causing them to shake their heads and try to resist the hypnotic pull. Their eyelids fluttered open for a moment, revealing a glimpse of confusion and determination in their eyes. But it was too late for Ava, who was now enveloped by the hypnodomme’s voice as she commanded her to obey.

“So relaxed… so asleep… listening to my voice and wanting to submit. You are a good girl, Ava. You trust me and you want to obey me. You will believe everything I tell you and obey my suggestions. Obey, Ava. Say you will obey like the good girl that you are.”

“I will obey, Mistress,” Ava muttered without thinking, and Brandon was more dumbfounded than ever. This wasn’t a party trick at all. He gulped and wondered what was going to happen next.

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.