CYOA Wednesday 2024 – Week 39 [A Night to Remember to Forget – 13]

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 twelfth poll with 46% of the votes was.

Brandon submits to the fantasy until Mistress Susan decides it’s time to wake him up;

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Read the thirteenth segment below:

Brandon lapped at Mistress Susan’s boots, savoring the sweet leather and the faint scent of her feet. His heart was beating faster than a speeding train as he worshiped her, feeling like he was doing what he was meant to do. Each kiss and each lick brought him closer to a state of pure bliss, and the more he serviced the powerful hypnodomme, the deeper the humiliation and pleasure seeped into his very soul.

“Wonderful, pet,” Mistress Susan. “This is where you belong, under the feet of powerful women, isn’t that so?”

“Yes, Mistress Susan. I live only to serve,” he replied, sinking more under her powerful hypnotic spell.

“Then do it. Suck my heels until I tell you to stop.”

Brandon complied at once, his tongue darting out to lick at her soles before descending to the stiletto heels that could pierce his tongue if he wasn’t careful enough. It was divine, pure ecstasy like he had never experienced before.

His aching tongue massaged Mistress Susan’s heels with uncontrollable passion. Each lick tasted sweeter than the last, as if he was consuming a nectar that only she could provide. He was in a world of his own, his mind lost in the pleasure-induced haze that was as unrelenting as intoxicating. His entire body shivered all the while bringing him closer to an orgasm that seemed impossible to resist.

As he existed in this obsequious state, his heart swelled with gratitude for being allowed to experience such delight. He didn’t want it to end – this moment of being devoid of thoughts, owned by a powerful hypnotist who understood the ins and outs of his desires.

Ava and Joan watched, bemused and aroused, as Brandon continued to worship Mistress Susan’s feet. They too were enjoying the power dynamic more than they thought they would. This was the best birthday party ever.

“You know, I almost feel sorry for him,” Ava said with a sly grin. “Almost.”

“I wouldn’t mind doing this every day,” Joan chuckled.

“Don’t be greedy, Joan,” Mistress Susan purred. “Or you could end up in his place sooner than you think.”

“Please don’t threaten me with a good time, Mistress,” the businesswoman replied, blushing. “This is his night, not mine.”

As he finished with Mistress Susan’s boots, Brandon looked at Ava, the only one he hadn’t surrendered to. His friend stepped forward, towering over him like a powerful and mesmerizing vixen who demanded nothing but total capitulation.

“I guess it’s my turn,” she said, raising her right foot towards his open mouth. “Happy birthday, dear Brandon. Show me how desperately you want to please.”

Brandon’s eyes locked onto Ava’s foot, a beautiful, shapely calf leading to a polished leather shoe with a silver buckled. He reached out and took her foot in his hands, overwhelmed at the prospect of having yet another living deity to pay homage to. What had he done to deserve such boon? As he glanced up at Ava, he saw the excitement in her eyes, the thrill of newly discovered power coursing through her veins. They were in perfect sync, guided by Mistress Susan’s expert hand.

“Obey Princess Ava,” the hypnodomme commanded and the mindless toy got to work once more.

He kissed her foot, relishing the cold metal against his lips. Three for three, a perfect streak of undeniable satisfaction. He saw his glazed eyes reflected on the buckle, which he then licked and sucked. Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead and fell on his half-open mouth. With trembling hands, he reached up and encircled her ankle, holding on to the contours of her leg, and crying out for more.

“Oh, you’re so obedient,” Ava whispered. “You do want to be a devoted toy.”

Brandon nodded, almost unable to speak through his adoration. His submissiveness had broken all the charts to the point where he saw himself as nothing more than an oozing puddle that would never be whole again unless he was serving women. Noticing how deep he had sunk, Mistress Susan whispered something in Ava’s ear and took the reins of the situation once again.

“You’ve been a perfect thrall, my dear, but I think that’s enough for now,” she said, caressing his chin. I’m going to bring you back up so you can take a breather and reflect on everything you’ve lived so far. I expect you to be as honest as you can even if the submissive frenzy lingers inside your mind for a while. Relax, Brandon. Follow the sound of my voice as it pulls you of the dungeon of your mind. The wonderful images you are seeing begin to fade away… With each breath you take, you recognize more and more of your surroundings, and you remember the unbridled pleasure of your moments in trance. Don’t be shy if something wasn’t to your liking. You will not be judged. Breathe in my commands, lulled by my comforting voice as you awake on the count of five…

“One, the trance state is fluttering, and Reality is kicking in;

“Two, regaining control of your thoughts and emotions, and no longer needing to be on your knees…

“Three, your muscles are becoming stronger, and your thoughts clearer. You remember everything, and are relaxed and content.

“Four, after the following number, you’ll be awake and unafraid to speak your mind. Your voice matter. You matter. Be the man you’ve always been, without fear or remorse.”

“Five… aware of everything, back to the beginning of your mesmerizing journey. You are safe in your place, surrounded by those who love you and only wish to see you smile. I hope you have a smile for me too, Brandon. This was a lot of fun.”

Mistress Ava snapped her fingers and then snapped Peter and Travis out of their altered states of mind, too. Having already been put under by her more times than they remembered, they awoke almost instantaneously and high-fived each other for sharing such a wonderful fantasy. They got up and helped Brandon do the same.

Still groggy, he allowed them to lead him to a chair where he sat with his knees sore from being on the floor for too long. Ava offered him a glass of water and smiled as she asked,

“How are you, dear?”

To decide what happens next, 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.

 

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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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