CYOA Wednesday 2024 – Week 45 [A Night to Remember to Forget – 19]

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 eighteenth poll with 73% of the votes was:

She takes the wheel and starts entrancing him on the way back to her place;

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Read the nineteenth segment below:

“Do you already have something in mind?” Brandon asked, staring into the eyes of the beautiful hypnodomme.

“Yes, I do, but I’d like to hear from you, too. Here’s my idea…” she whispered in his ear. “What do you think?”

“Oh… I…” His cheeks became redder. “That’s even better than I thought.”

“Tell me yours now so we can compromise on something.”

“No need…” he smiled. “I love the way you think. We’ll do what you want and I’ll be glad to be a part of it.”

“Are you sure? Your voice matters, Brandon. You shouldn’t let anyone take it from you, not even me.”

“You’re not taking anything. I know we’ve just met, and yes, I had my fair share of reservations when you showed up, but I trust you. This works and I want it to continue that way. I’m ready to do as you say, Mistress Susan.”

“In that case, we’re going to my place and I’m going to need you to take the passenger’s seat, okay? It’s best if you’re not driving until we get there.”

“I thought you didn’t like to drive.”

“And I don’t, but this is for your safety. I’m taking the wheel,” she declared.

“Okay, Mistress Susan,” Brandon agreed, his eyes sparkling with excitement. He unbuckled his seatbelt and slid out of the driver’s seat, almost bouncing as he made his way around to the passenger side.

Mistress Susan took her place behind the wheel, adjusting the seat and mirrors with practiced ease. As she started the engine, she glanced at Brandon with a mischievous smile that made his heart race.

“Comfortable?” she asked, her voice like silk.

“Very,” he replied, unable to keep the grin off his face.

“Text your friends and let them know of the change in plans so they don’t get worried.”

“Will do,” he grabbed his phone. The message was short but clear and he could almost see their faces upon reading it. They would all be surprised except Joan, he thought, but he had no way of knowing for sure until he saw them again.

They pulled out of the parking garage and onto the almost empty streets. The city lights twinkled around them, casting a dreamy glow over everything. Brandon felt like he was floating, his mind already slipping into a light trance just from being in her presence.

As they drove, Mistress Susan began to speak in a low, hypnotic tone. “That’s right, Brandon. Just relax and enjoy the ride. Watch the lights as we pass them… notice how they blur together, creating beautiful patterns inside your mind…”

Brandon’s eyelids grew heavy as he listened to her voice, his body sinking deeper into the seat. The gentle hum of the engine and the rhythmic motion of the car lulled him further into a trance-like state.

“You’re doing so well,” Mistress Susan cooed. “Just let yourself drift deeper and deeper… With every breath, you feel more relaxed and more at ease. Each traffic light you see is an invitation to pure bliss on the road back to trance. Green means go, but so does red and yellow. All the colors pull you down, into my voice and the wonderful fantasies that await you, and so do the lines on the road, white ghosts that pass you by, dulling your senses and making you want to sleep… You’ve already experienced how good it is to be under my spell but imagine it again. The pleasure of letting go will increase ten times, one hundred, one thousand… Your brain welcomes this sensation and surrenders to it. Give in to me, Brandon. You know you want to.”

“Hmm, yes,” the birthday boy moaned, his eyes fluttering. Staying awake was nothing compared to the wonderful realization of the endless possibilities of hypnotic trance. He trusted himself to get there and her fierce yet gentle hand to never let go. He knew not what he had done to deserve this but his gratitude knew no bounds.

“As you continue to fall, I want you to do something for me, Brandon. Count each light you see, Brandon. As the numbers go up, your thoughts will wane and disappear. Count until you lose track of time and what the next number is. When that happens, you’ll be hypnotized and ready to follow my instructions. Begin counting now.”

“One… two… three… four…” Brandon mumbled, his eyes fixed on the passing lights.

The city streets seemed to stretch endlessly before them, each intersection a new opportunity for Brandon to sink deeper into a trance. The soft glow of streetlamps and neon signs blurred together in a mesmerizing and irresistible dance.

“Five… six…” he continued, his voice growing fainter. The car’s gentle motion rocked him, like waves lapping at the shore of consciousness. His breathing slowed, matching the rhythm of Mistress Susan’s soothing voice.

The hypnodomme glanced at him, her plan coming to fruition. He was slipping further under her control, letting her take charge of his world once again. The numbers kept growing, echoing inside his subconscious. He was already halfway into perfect oblivion.

“Fifteen… sixteen…”

The world outside the car windows began to lose its shape and definition. Buildings melted into abstract forms, their edges softening like watercolors in the rain.

“Seventeen… eighteen…”

Brandon’s thoughts became fuzzy, like cotton candy dissolving on his tongue. Memories and worries floated away, leaving only a warm, comforting emptiness. Colors swirled behind his closed eyelids, soporific lines that drew him deeper into a trance. He felt weightless and powerless to resist.

And then, he reached thirty, his current age, knowing that he was at the end of the line. He was hypnotized and had just received the greatest present of all: obedience to his newfound Goddess.

“Good boy,” Mistress Susan cooed as she turned left on an intersection and then took the first street to the right. Her apartment was already visible in the distance, and her toy was ready to play. It wasn’t the first time she had hypnotized someone in motion and the sensation was as pleasurable as ever. Suggestibility was key, and he had more than enough to spare.

Mistress Susan parked the car and stepped out, stretching her arms and legs. She opened the passenger’s door and pulled Brandon out, leading him by the hand into her haven, the place where her will reigned supreme and all things worthy of remembrance shone forever. He was the lucky one, blessed forever. Glory was only the beginning.

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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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