CYOA Wednesday 2024 – Week 48 [A Night to Remember to Forget – 22]

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 twenty-first poll with 67% of the votes was:

The next morning, they part ways for now, and he calls his friends to tell them what happened;

When I was writing the segment, I realized I wanted to add a few extra details, so I did just that to explore the characters outside of the main dynamic. I hope you don’t mind.

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Read the twenty-second segment below:

The next morning, sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains and fell on his sleepy visage. Brandon stirred, stretching like a cat awakening from a long slumber. He felt lighter, as if the weight of the previous night’s intensity had been lifted alongside his dreams. The remnants of Mistress Susan’s influence still flickered in his mind like distant stars, but an invigorating sense of clarity washed over him.

He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet grazing the plush carpet that felt like walking on clouds. A few moments passed as he gathered himself, enjoying the peace of the room before he ventured out into the rest of her home.

He inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet scent of freshly-brewed coffee. As he blinked away the sleep from his eyes, he caught sight of her silhouette moving in the small kitchenette adjoining the guest room. Clad in soft fabrics that hugged her curves just right, she appeared almost ethereal against the morning light.

“Good morning,” she chimed with a playful lilt, not turning around as she poured steaming coffee into two delicate porcelain cups. “I hope you slept well.”

“I did, thank you,” he replied with a smile. “I still can’t believe that happened, though.”

“You better believe it, Mistress Susan winked. “I had a great time last night.”

“So did I. How much do I owe you for the late session?”

“Nothing,” she shrugged. “It was my idea, so why would I charge you for that?”

“And the birthday fun?”

“Your friends took care of that, Brandon. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

Brandon chuckled, still wrapped in the warmth of the memories they had woven together. “I guess I owe them a thank you, then.”

With an elegant flourish, Mistress Susan placed a cup of coffee on the small table beside him before joining him on a cushioned chair opposite. The morning sunlight illuminated her features, casting a halo around her that made her look almost otherworldly. Brandon couldn’t help but admire how her hair fell in soft waves over her shoulders, framing her face with an inviting glow.

“I figured you might be hungry after such an eventful night,” she said, tilting her head as she observed him. “Would you like some breakfast?”

His stomach growled at the mention of food, reminding him just how long it had been since he had eaten. “I’d love some! What do you have?”

“Just the essentials,” she replied, rising from her chair with grace that seemed to defy gravity. She strolled towards the kitchenette, the light reflecting off her hair in a way that made it sparkle like rubies. “Eggs, bacon, some fruit, nothing too extravagant.”

Mistress Susan whisked eggs in a bowl, her movements fluid and confident. He admired how she exuded an effortless charm as she tossed bits of chopped green onions and spices into the mix. “I always say breakfast is the most important meal of the day,” she declared, glancing back at him with a smile that made his heart dance.

“You should let me do that,” he said.

“I’m not in Mistress mode right now, it’s okay. It’s the least I can do after everything I’ve put you through.”

“I don’t regret it one bit. Being your slave was amazing.”

“It will be even better next time.”

“Next time…” he thought, daydreaming of all the possibilities that lay ahead. If they were all as exciting as what he had experienced already, he was in for the ride of a lifetime.

“You don’t do this a lot, do you?” he asked.

“Having people stay over? No, I don’t. You were the exception, but it was the right call. Your mind was pretty fucked up.”

“You’re too good at what you do.”

“Thank you, dear.”

Brandon felt a warmth bloom in his chest at her compliment, and he took a sip of the aromatic coffee, letting the rich flavor linger on his tongue. The kitchen filled with the enticing scent of sizzling bacon, a sound that reminded him of home and comfort. He watched as Mistress Susan flipped the strips, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Careful,” she teased, “don’t let that drool get into your coffee.”

“Too late,” he laughed, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I may just have to start calling you Chef Mistress.”

She spun around, holding a spatula like a conductor’s baton. “If I were a chef, I’d be Michelin-starred for sure,” she declared with mock seriousness. Her playful demeanor made everything better, but he knew he couldn’t stay for long. He had to return to the real world soon.

“Are you always this charming in the morning?” he teased, unable to resist another bout of playful banter.

“Only when I have a delightful guest,” she shot back over her shoulder, adjusting the flame under the pan with an elegant flick of her wrist. “But don’t let it go to your head.”

The fun continued for a while but when reality called, he answered. Half an hour later, he was sitting behind the wheel of his car, thinking to himself how lucky he was to have such good friends, and now a new companion to explore the beauty of life, hypnosis, and BDSM with. Mistress Susan had surpassed his every expectation, making him tingle and blush like he was back in his high school days.

He sat in his car for a while, the engine humming beneath him as he gazed out at the bustling world beyond the tinted windows. Outside, the street was alive with movement; joggers dashed past, their breaths visible in the cool morning air, while cyclists whizzed down the bike lane, their wheels creating a rhythmic clatter against the pavement. A golden retriever bounded joyfully after a worn tennis ball thrown by its owner, a cheerful laugh erupting from the man’s lips as the dog leaped into a flowerbed to retrieve its prize. The laughter echoed through the crisp morning, mingling with the distant sounds of birds chirping and leaves rustling in the gentle breeze.

Brandon let his mind wander as he watched life unfold around him, a myriad of stories contained within that simple moment. Mistress Susan’s laughter continued to echo in his ears like an enchanting melody, soft and inviting, beckoning him to more blissful surrender at his feet. Would it always be like this? The craving deep within his bones to be her good toy and do as she commanded? If so, then how did his friends cope? He grabbed his phone and tried to call them to let them know everything that had transpired the night before.

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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.