CYOA Wednesday 2024 – Week 50 [A Night to Remember to Forget – 24]

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-third poll with 64% of the votes was:

Brandon thinks about things for a few days and then calls Mistress Susan asking for another session;

Read the twenty-fourth segment below:

Days stretched into a blur as Brandon poured himself into his work, the clatter of keyboards and the soft whir of printers filling the air around him. Yet, amidst the mundane rhythm of office life, his thoughts danced like flames flickering in the night. Each moment seemed to pulse with anticipation as he replayed the memories of that enchanting night with Mistress Susan – the way her laughter had wrapped around him like silk, her gaze piercing straight through to his core.

He was consumed by the idea of their next encounter; each passing hour pushed his imagination further into realms where pleasure and power intertwined in exhilarating tangents. The scent of fresh flowers on his desk served as a constant reminder of his small offering – a mere token compared to the whirlwind of emotions she had unleashed within him.

One afternoon, while he was sifting through reports, he received an unexpected call. It was Joan, pulling him out of his work-induced stupor. He chucked to himself when he answered it and the first thing he heard was:

“Have you made your move yet?”

“Good afternoon to you, too. I sent her the gifts if that’s what you’re talking about,” he replied.

“And…? What did she say?”

“She sent me a polite thank you note after that, but we haven’t spoken again ever since.”

“And how are you? Anxious? Nervous? Terrified?”

“Why are you so interested, Joan?” he asked, teasing her the same way she was teasing him.

“Because I’m a curious bitch when I want to, and right now I want to. You need to make up your mind someday.”

“Yeah, I know, but I don’t want to…”

“Sound too needy?” she completed.

“Yeah. If I’m doing this, then it needs to be done right, do you understand?”

“Of course I do,” Joan replied, her voice softening. “But listen, Brandon, you’re not being needy. You’re expressing interest. Mistress Susan wants to hear from you – she thrives on that connection.”

Brandon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s just… complicated, you know? This is a new world I’m trying to navigate. It feels like one wrong word could turn a beautiful experience into something else.”

Joan paused for a moment, as if contemplating the words to say next. The click of her heels echoed in his mind like a phantom presence. “Think of it this way: every encounter is an opportunity to learn. Mistresses are drawn to honesty and vulnerability; they want to see that you’re willing to engage with them beyond the surface. If you hold back too much, you might miss out on something incredible. We gave you a little push but the next steps must come from you.”

“Are you suggesting she’ll lose interest if I don’t make my intentions known sooner than later?”

“I didn’t say that but she’s on high demand so it would be wise for you to take a stand if you want this to happen, and I’m sure everyone else agrees.”

She was right. Ava, Travis, and Peter were all rooting for him to do the right thing but he needed to be sure. There couldn’t be a single shred of doubt in his heart, otherwise it was all for naught.

The days crawled on as he pondered the pros and cons of engaging in the world of BDSM and hypno-kink. He found himself navigating the delicate bridge between desire and trepidation, each fleeting thought a ripple in his mind’s pond. During that time, he checked her website, her socials, and her wishlists regularly. Each visit was like a pilgrimage to sacred ground; the glow of his screen illuminated the intricate details of her life behind the velvet curtain of dominance.

Her blog was a treasure trove of insights — eloquently crafted posts that explored not just her experiences but profound philosophies on power dynamics, trust, and the intoxicating dance of submission and control. He hung on every word, drawn into stories where she wielded her authority with both grace and fierceness. She wrote about the delicate balance required to forge connections in this world, her prose laced understanding that resonated within him. He also scanned the comments sections, where eager followers shared their own experiences, painting vivid pictures of longing and surrender.

And then there were the pictures, artful snapshots that revealed glimpses of her life beyond the leather and lace: vibrant dinners with friends, sun-kissed afternoons spent reading in cozy cafes, and visits to exotic places whenever time allowed it. Everything about her fascinated him and invaded his dreams.

About a month after his unforgettable birthday party, as he lay in bed surrounded by the soft glow of lamp light, Brandon revisited all conversations with Joan and his other friends, letting the weight of their words settle like a thick fog around him. The moonlight spilled through his window, keeping him company in his solitude. It was then that he made up his mind; a surge of resolve pulsed through him, and with it came a flutter of excitement that took residence in his stomach.

“Okay,” he whispered to himself. “It’s now or never.”

He sat up, and reached for his laptop, fingers trembling as they hovered over the keyboard. After a deep breath to steady himself, he began typing a message to the dominant woman of his dreams.

“Hello Mistress Susan. I hope this message finds you well. I’ve been reflecting on our last encounter and would love the opportunity to explore more with you, if you so desire it as well. I feel like I’ve waited long enough to follow my heart, so I hereby inquire about your availability for another session. I would prefer it to be in person, but will compromise on an online one if the first option doesn’t suit you. Can we arrange something for two weeks from now or is that too soon? Thank you for your time. I look forward to hearing from you as soon as possible.”

Brandon paused after hitting send, heart racing as he envisioned her reading those words, a slight smirk playing on her lips as she assessed his vulnerability.

Moments felt like hours until the familiar ping of incoming mail broke the silence and he read her reply, which was…

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.