CYOA Wednesday 2024 – Week 49 [A Night to Remember to Forget – 23]

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-second poll with 50% of the votes was:

Just the girls;

Read the twenty-third segment below:

His fingers danced over the screen, navigating through his contacts until he landed on Peter’s name. With a deep breath, he pressed the call button and brought the phone to his ear, anticipation bubbling in his chest. He imagined sharing every exhilarating detail – the electric spark of surrender and the intoxicating power of vulnerability – but after several rings, an automated voice greeted him instead.

“Sorry, the number you have dialed is not available…”

Frustrated but undeterred, Brandon scrolled down to Travis’s name. He felt a twinge of hope as he tapped it with urgency. Travis was always there for a laugh or an insightful word when the weight of life became too heavy. He could practically hear Travis’s boisterous laughter in response to his tales of Mistress Susan’s enchantments. Yet again, the silence on the other end was interrupted only by another cold voicemail message.

“Please leave a message after the beep.”

He sighed and leaned back against the plush headrest of his vehicle and tried calling the girls instead. Ava was the first to answer and she immediately got Joan on the call, too. She was the first to say anything about the subject, beginning with,

“Did you have fun last night, birthday boy?”

“You bet I did. God, that woman is amazing!” he sighed in reply.

“Tell me something I don’t know… So who asked who?”

“It was Mistress Susan’s idea but I couldn’t say no.”

“We would have been surprised if you did,” Ava chuckled. “It’s obvious you impressed her with your demeanor. That’s good.”

“I don’t think I did anything special, but I’m glad.”

“Mistress Susan is an excellent judge of character,” Joan noted. “She wouldn’t have said anything otherwise. How was the rest of your evening?”

“It was mind-blowing. I felt bad for leaving you guys behind, though.”

“Don’t be ridiculous!” Ava exclaimed. “Only a fool would have wasted an opportunity like that and we know you’re not one. We’re glad you had fun. That was all we wanted.”

“Anything you like to share? You know I love details, the juicier the better,” Joan said.

“Yeah. You didn’t call just to apologize, right?” Ava grinned and he could almost hear her rubbing her hands on the other end of the line.

“Well, it was pretty intense, and I’m not sure I remember everything…”

“Tell us what you do… please!” Joan begged.

And so he did. As Brandon settled into the comfort of his plush seat, a palpable energy thrummed through him, a remnant of the night’s intoxicating encounters. He took a moment to gather his thoughts, the memory of Mistress Susan cascading over him like a warm wave. Her presence had been magnetic, drawing him into a realm where the ordinary melted away, leaving only the exquisite tension of dominance and submission.

“Alright, you want details? Buckle up!” he said, a smile creeping onto his lips. He closed his eyes and the words came flying from his lips, giving them all they could want and more.

He told them how she had entranced him while on the road and the way the colors of the world melted under her guiding hand. He also told them how he was led to believe he was born to be her servant with all the perks that implied. Footstool, waiter, dog on a leash… one amazing fantasy after the other brought to life with such precision that it was impossible to believe anything other than them. At last, he told them the wonderful dreams that brought the night to an end, and how lucky he was to have them. The complete package had been superb through and through, and now he needed more.

“I can’t believe you got to spend the night at her place…” Joan said. “I’ve been serving her for a while and that never happened with me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t…”

“Relax, Brandon… it’s fine. Mistress Susan does what she wants to do, and we go along with the flow. That’s how the game is played and I love my role in it. I’m happy for you.”

“Thank you. So… I understand you guys paid for the session and all, but I want to give her something else, nonetheless. Can you help me with that?”

“Did she ask for more money?” Ava asked.

“No, she didn’t. I want this to be a gift, but I’m not sure what to give her. Any suggestions would be appreciated.”

“She has a few wishlists out there,” Joan said. “I can send you the links.”

“Please do that and I’ll have a look.”

“What are you going to do next?” Ava asked. “Have you given it some serious thought or is it still too soon for that?”

“Too soon. I’m still riding the high, so I don’t want to do something rash I may end up regretting sooner than later. Still, a gift is the least I can do for all that she has given me.”

“As long as it’s from the heart, I’m sure she’ll appreciate it. I’ve sent you the links. See if there’s anything that strikes your fancy,” Joan said.

“Okay. Talk to you girls later, and thanks again.”

“Bye,” they said in unison.

Brandon hung up the phone, a wave of excitement coursing through him as he opened the links that Joan had sent. Each wishlist was like a portal into Mistress Susan’s world, and he couldn’t wait to explore them.

The first list he perused was filled with an eclectic mix of items – leather cuffs adorned with intricate metalwork, beautifully crafted whips that gleamed under artificial light, and silk blindfolds that promised to elevate any experience into something transcendent. Each item held the allure of fantasy and power, yet Brandon felt an instinctual tug toward something more personal, something that resonated with the woman behind the Domme persona.

He clicked on the next wishlist. Here lay a treasure trove of books on psychology, BDSM, and erotic literature. There were too many to choose from and he had no way of knowing which ones she wanted the most, so he got her a gift card and bought some flowers to go with it.

“Yeah, that will do for now,” he told himself, feeling better than ever. He needed some time to reflect on his next moves but, one way or another, he would be seeing her again.

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.