CYOA Wednesday 2024 – Week 51 [A Night to Remember to Forget – 25]

We conclude 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 last poll with 77% of the votes was:

Mistress Susan says she’s available that weekend and they agree to meet and explore new fetishes together;

Read the twenty-fifth and final segment below:

“Dear Brandon,

Thank you for your thoughtful message. It’s a pleasure to hear from you again. I appreciate your courage in reaching out and expressing your desires . It’s good to know that the time we spent together on the night of your birthday left an impression in you. It will be great to work with you again.

In two weeks from now, I’ll be on vacation but I had a cancellation just before you reached out. I’ll be available this Saturday between 2pm and 6pm. If that works for you, then I’ll be glad to make it happen. Please get back to me in the next 24 hours, otherwise I’ll give this spot to someone else. If you prefer you can always call me at…”

Brandon gasped as he read and reread her message, his heart beating faster than a speeding train. The screen glowed brighter, illuminating the room with possibilities as he absorbed each word. A cancellation – an unexpected stroke of luck that was almost surreal. This was it! Just days away, not weeks or months of longing until he could stand before her again, bathed in the glow of her commanding presence. He couldn’t miss this opportunity – he just couldn’t.

“Saturday,” he whispered to himself, each syllable laced with anticipation.

He grabbed his phone, fingers dancing over the screen as he tapped out her number with a mix of urgency and anticipation. The call connected almost instantly, and Brandon held his breath, a whirlwind of thoughts crashing in his mind like waves against the shore. What if she answered? What would he say?

As the first ring echoed in his ear, he imagined her poised and confident, lounging somewhere plush and inviting. Perhaps she was sipping a rich espresso, contemplating the days ahead with an enigmatic smirk curving her lips. The second ring came and went, followed by the third—his heart now drumming a rapid tempo that resonated through him.

And then she picked up.

“Hello?” Her voice flowed through the line like velvet, warming him from within.

“Um… Mistress Susan!” he stammered, immediately chastising himself for the abruptness of his greeting. “It’s Brandon.” He swallowed hard, trying to remain calm yet failing.

“Ah, Brandon! It’s good to hear your voice.” Her tone shifted, a hint of playful curiosity threading through it. “I take it you received my email?”

“I did,” he said, gathering courage from somewhere deep within. “I would love to session with you this Saturday. Can we schedule it for 4 pm?”

“Of course, my dear. And have you thought about what you wish to explore this time around?”

“Hmm… sort of. You said I was quite suggestible. I’d love to explore the implications of that even further. You can fuck my mind in ways I’ve never thought possible, right?”

“After what you’ve shown me the two times you were under, of course I can! How deep do you want to go?”

“As deep as possible.”

“The trance state is infinite, Brandon. I can take you on that journey but you need to be prepared for the consequences. Do you trust me to guide you and keep you safe in the process?”

“I do. I want to do this and I want to do it with you. Things just worked between us and I’m sure they’ll keep on doing so. We can discuss the fine print on the day of the session.”

“Very well. However,” she continued, her voice layering with a hint of authority that sent shivers down his spine, “there is one important detail we need to address before I confirm our session.”

He felt a flicker of apprehension but quickly quelled it. “Of course! What is it?”

“I require payment in advance for my sessions, as detailed on my website. This ensures our time is reserved only for you and reflects the commitment we both share in this exploration. You understand, don’t you?”

His heart raced at the thought, a familiar thrill coursing through him. “Yes, yes, I understand! I’ll handle that right away.”

“Excellent,” Mistress Susan purred. “You can use the link in my email to complete the transaction. And remember, once the deposit is made, our session will be confirmed. I’ll be expecting you in my place since you already know where it is.”

Brandon nodded, even though she couldn’t see him. His fingers were already reaching for his laptop, the coolness of the keyboard grounding him.

With a couple of clicks, he navigated to her payment portal. He hesitated for a moment, staring at the amount due, which was both substantial and fleeting in its significance. This wasn’t just a transaction; it was an investment into a world that beckoned to him with hypnotic charm, one where boundaries blurred and reality twisted into something almost magical. There was no going back after this.

As he stared at the glowing screen, he could almost feel the weight of the anticipation rising in his chest, heavy yet exhilarating. The seconds dragged on as he entered his information, punctuated by the soft click of keys echoing in the quiet room. The moment he pressed ‘submit’, he was on cloud nine.

“Payment received,” Mistress Susan’s voice chimed back into his ear, smooth and indulgent, as if she were savoring every syllable. “You’ve made the right choice, Brandon.”

“I know,” he replied. “I can’t wait.”

“I’ll be looking forward to getting inside your brain again. This will be a day to remember…”

“And forget too?”

“Maybe, but all in due time, my dear. Dream of me again and see you next Saturday.”

“Yes, Mistress Susan.”

It was done. He had taken the first steps into a brave new world of pleasure, pain, and kinks beyond compare. He didn’t know what was going to happen – only that he would enjoy her sensual control, changing his thoughts one by one. Service was key and surrendering was bliss. He was already her pet, and a happy one.

“Life’s good,” he said to himself after the call was over. He closed his eyes and drifted to sleep, ready to begin his new life as an obedient hypno-servant.

THE END

A new CYOA story begins in 2025 after my Christmas break.