CYOA Wednesday 2024 – Week 42 [A Night to Remember to Forget – 16]

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 fifteenth poll with 58% of the votes was:

Mistress Susan makes her have a hands-free orgasm;

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Read the sixteenth segment below:

Brandon thought he had seen it all that evening, but Joan’s quick descent into hypnosis proved him wrong. She stood in mindless bliss, oblivious to the world around her. Mistress Susan guided her to the sofa and smiled at the birthday boy’s reaction.

“Why do you look so shocked, dear?” she asked.

“That was so fast!” he blurted. “How?”

“Like your friends told you, she has a lot of practice. Absolute trust leads to absolute surrender and her subconscious knows that. I’ve installed multiple triggers in her mind ever since we’ve started working together and all of them put her in an altered state of mind in a heartbeat. I clicked my fingers this time around, but I could have done it with a word, a whistling sound, or some other unconventional means.”

“Like what?”

“That would be telling, Brandon, and I need to have some secrets. I may be willing to tell you more about it if you do decide to book a session on your own, though.”

“God, you never stop being a tease, do you?”

“It’s not like you want me to, dear. Now, if you don’t mind, please keep quiet while I give our lovely Joan what she asked for and more.”

“Of course.”

Brandon joined his friends and watched as the hypnodomme began to whisper in Joan’s ear. Now that he had already experienced the mesmerizing power of her voice, each word was more irresistible than ever and he became dizzy imagining he was going down again. He leaned against fireplace mantle, his knees quivering with delight. God, why was she so amazing? Peter and Travis looked at him in silence and nodded their heads as if saying, “We get it, dude! She enchants everyone. You never had a chance.”

Mistress Susan’s voice grew low and sultry as she began weaving her enchanting spells into Joan’s susceptible mind. The room was filled with the sound of her silken words, as if a thousand whispered secrets danced upon the air. Brandon was transfixed, his eyes glued to the hypnotic scene unfolding before him.

“Joan, my dear, sweet Joan… you’ve had a busy day, one that pushed your mind to the limit but now you’re with me, and when we’re together, there’s nothing we can’t achieve. As you drift for me, I want you to pay close attention to your body and the sensations you’ll be experiencing. Each one is designed to be a source of pleasure and that pleasure will only get stronger the longer you remain in this state. No matter what’s coming, you will not wake up unless I give the order. Say that you understand and that you will obey if you want this to be true.”

“I understand, Mistress Susan,” Joan licked her lips despite being unaware of doing so. “I will not wake up unless you command me to. Your pet obeys.”

“Good girl. You’re always so good for me and that’s why I love you so much. Here’s what’s going to happen: every time my fingers hover over a part of your body, you’ll feel a tingle and the erotic sensation will be amplified one hundred times or more. Your skin will be on fire, overflowing with pure pleasure from head to toe. You will not try to resist this euphoric tidal wave, but give in to it. Welcome the unstoppable ecstasy as it consumes every fiber of your being. You will moan and you will submit, and once it becomes impossible to hold it together, I want you to explode for me. You will cum by the power of my will because you’re a good girl and you want to give in. Listen and obey. I’m over your right thigh now.”

Immediately, Joan experienced a pool of warmth radiating from the area mentioned, and it spread across her entire leg, making her quiver in pleasure. Her senses were heightened, her breaths became shallow, and she began to moan as Mistress Susan continued to weave her hypnotic spell.

“Now my fingers are over your left nipple. Your breasts tingle and it’s as if they’re burning from the inside out. You can’t help but squirm and writhe, the pleasure building and expanding. It’s okay, it’s what we both want. Let it happen, Joan. Feel the flames of ecstasy taking over.”

While the hypnodomme continued to speak, Joan’s nipples throbbed with desire and her eyes fluttered shut. She could feel the room spinning and her heart racing as the acute pleasure started to surge through every pore.

“Your lips, dear. My fingers are over them, so close and yet so far away. You try to reach out to touch and savor them, but it’s getting impossible to move. There’s nothing but my voice and the overpowering need to cum. It keeps building, building, like a geyser about to erupt. When it happens, it will be so intense that your entire body will go limp. You’ll expel all the worries and all the stress that comes with being a powerful and successful woman. Everything that troubles you will be shot out of you, leaving nothing but stupefying pleasure. This is my gift to you tonight, an orgasm so mind-shattering you’ll never be able to forget it. Make it happen. Accept the ecstasy you deserve for being such a wonderful and obedient pet.

Joan was so deep under her spell she was almost convulsing, all thoughts of conscious control gone from her mindfucked brain. She parted her legs and rolled on the sofa, her tongue sticking out like a bitch in heat, arms flailing to the side. She was possessed by the spirit of Satisfaction, enveloped by dizzying radiance. Her moans grew louder, animalistic cries of unmatched perfection, almost on the verge of rapture.

“My fingers are by your pussy, Joan,” Mistress Susan purred. “They’re inching ever so closer to your tight slit. It’s time to let the floodgates open. You will cum for me, pet. Cum for me. Cum for me now!”

And with that command, a wave of pure ecstasy washed over Joan’s entire being. Her mind exploded with pleasure, every nerve ending ignited by the power of her Mistress’s will. It was as though a thousand lights had been switched on, illuminating her body like a Christmas tree.

She kicked off her shoes and shifted into an undignified position on the couch, her hands clawing at the fabric as she tried to hold on to something, anything, in this tumultuous sea of pleasure. The hypnodomme’s voice echoed in her head, amplifying the sensations coursing through her veins. She was at her mercy, a slave to their every whim.

Her calves began to tremble, then her thighs, and soon her entire body was a shivering mess. She moaned louder this, unable to control herself and the volume of her pleasure-filled cries, and fell deeper into her trance, muttering only the words: “I must obey… I must obey… I must obey…”

“Holy fuck!” Brandon gasped, falling to the floor. Now, he had seen it all, and he couldn’t be happier.

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.

Have fun.