CYOA Wednesday [A Day to Learn to Let Go 7]

If you liked my story A Night to Remember to Forget, you’ll be happy to know a spiritual sequel started today on my Patreon. It will be presented in CYOA format like the original and it’s entitled A Day to Learn to Let Go . All members (free and paid) can read it and vote on how they wish to see the plot proceed. Synopsis below:

Meredith’s long dream of organizing a series of BDSM conferences and workshops is finally coming to fruition. Mistress Susan is one of the guests of honor, with a workshop dedicated to hypnotic BDSM. What fun happenings will ensue?

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Read the seventh segment below:

7 – Click

“… Ava,” Mistress Susan said. “She’s been a subject of mine for quite some time, and we’ve been having a lot of fun together, haven’t we?”

“Fun is the understatement of the century,” Ava replied, standing up.

She stepped forward, her sleek black hair cascading over her shoulders. Gone were the copper-red tresses from their last encounter, replaced by this midnight-dark style that framed her striking green eyes. A subtle pentagram pendant hung at her throat, a hint of her fascination with the supernatural that always bubbled just beneath her polished exterior. “Haven’t we done this before recently?” she giggled as she walked towards Mistress Susan with a smile on her lips.

Mistress Susan smiled back, recalling with fondness the time they had spent together at Brandon’s birthday party. A lot had happened in their lives since that encounter, but the memories would stay forever… unless she went too deep to remember anything.

Ava’s outfit caught the room’s attention – a dove-gray silk blouse with delicate pearl buttons cascading down her side, paired with tailored white linen trousers that hugged her curves when she walked. The ensemble was understated yet expensive, the kind of clothing that whispered confidence rather than shouting for attention. Her heels were nude leather, three inches high.

“I see you’re dressed to impress today,” Mistress Susan murmured.

“The occasion calls for it,” Ava replied, her fingers brushing the pentagram pendant.

The crowd remained silent, captivated by the interplay between Mistress Susan and her chosen demonstration subject. Meredith leaned forward, watching the scene unfold with intense curiosity.

The hypnodomme addressed the crowd once more as Ava stood beside her.

“Now, What you’re about to witness is a light form of hypnotic play. I would you like all to look at Ava and not at me during the process. Focus on her, her reactions, and how you feel watching things go down. If you find yourself thinking about the process, I want you to take a deep breath, look away for a second, and then begin again. Thinking isn’t important right now, only the sensations you experience. You’ll have plenty of time for rationalizations later. Can you do that for me?”

The crowd nodded, although there were some mumbles in the back by people who wanted to be in Ava’s shoes.

“Are you ready to begin?” Mistress Susan turned to her subject.

“I’m always ready,” Ava said.

Mistress Susan’s heel clicked against the floor – sharp, deliberate. Once. Twice. The sound resonated through the room like a metronome, each impact sending a subtle vibration through Ava’s body. Her pupils dilated almost imperceptibly.

Click.

Ava’s breath caught in her throat, her shoulders softening a bit. For a moment, she forgot there were hundreds of people watching her, and remembered only the pleasure of being under Mistress Susan’s control

Click.

Ava’s posture shifted, spine relaxing, muscles releasing tension she hadn’t realized she was holding. The pentagram pendant trembled against her collarbone with each unconscious micro-movement.

Click.

Something inside Ava began to melt, her consciousness sliding along the razor’s edge between awareness and surrender. Her green eyes grew unfocused, pupils tracking Mistress Susan’s movements without conscious effort.

Click.

A tiny exhale. One had to be paying close attention to Ava’s lips to even notice it. Physically, she was still in the room, but her mind was already elsewhere.

The audience watched, transfixed, as Mistress Susan played with Ava’s mind with nothing more than rhythm and intention. No touch. No elaborate induction. Just sound, and will, and the electric connection between a skilled hypnodomme and her subject.

“Very good,” Mistress Susan murmured. “Very good indeed.”

Each click reverberated through the room, and Meredith’s breath synchronized with the rhythm. Her fingers curled around her chair’s edge, and her skin prickled with excitement.

Her peripheral vision caught Dominic leaning closer. “Fascinating technique,” he said just loud enough for her to hear. His eyes never left Ava, tracking the subtle transformations in her expression as the trance state took over.

Meredith shook her head, her throat. dry. The clicks weren’t just sound: they were a fine-tuned mesmerizing language. The vibrations of each threaded through her own nervous system, each percussive note sending tiny electric pulses along her spine.

Another click.

Dominic’s hand found Meredith’s, their fingers interlacing. Whatever was happening, they were experiencing it almost the same way. Their breathing had slowed down, their eyes were becoming glassy and there was a slight tremor under their skin. It was all so strange and yet so natural.

Click.

They both jolted, muscles fluttering beneath their clothes like startled birds. Dominic’s hand on hers tightened by a millimeter, and Meredith felt a corresponding tightening deep in her chest.

On stage, Ava looked almost liquid now, her legs wobbling as she sank deeper and deeper into pure relaxation.

Click.

Ava’s lips parted in slow motion. The audience didn’t make a sound, but the change in the air felt seismic: a collective breath being held, waiting to see what would happen next. Meredith’s pulse skittered as if she could almost see herself reflected in the young woman’s altered state of mind.

Click.

Ava’s lashes dropped, then flicked up again. Her gaze was no longer tracking Mistress Susan; it was tethered to some invisible point behind her eyelids. Meredith’s own vision felt slightly off, like the world had slipped a notch to the left and then refused to realign. Across the aisle, other people were doing the same, heads tilted forward, allowing the building pleasure to wash over them.

Click.

Mistress Susan’s voice slipped over the crowd like a silk scarf: “Notice how even the smallest sound becomes a command. Even the anticipation of sound. You don’t know when it will come, but you begin to wait for it. Want it. Let it move you.” For a moment Meredith did not know whether Susan was still speaking to Ava or if she was speaking to all of them. Perhaps it didn’t matter.

Click.

Dominic exhaled, his jaw beginning to slack.

Ava’s voice floated through the air: “Yes.” Not a shout, not even a whisper. Just a sigh of contentment.

Click.

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.