Sara: I’m on my way home

Tom: Looking forward to seeing the birthday girl! How was your day?

Sara: Horrible

Tom: Oh, dear. You wanna vent?

Sara: Just the usual. My coworkers are all idiots, the clients are even worse, and i just had a series of minor, frustrating annoyances one after the other

Sara: I just got more and more in my head throughout the day too, so i began convincing myself that this was the worst day ever

Tom: Poor thing. Well, you’ll be able to put that all aside when you get home. I’ll make sure it’s a stress-free environment, and hopefully you’ll be able to enjoy the evening a bit more.

Sara: Hope so too. Love you

Tom: Love you too.

Sara sighed, slipping her phone into her pocket for now as her bus wound its way through the suburbs. Of all the days for everything to pile up into a perfect shitstorm, did it have to be her birthday? The dreariness of the weather wasn’t helping matters either, and she still had so much more work to do next week, and… She sighed again, trying to pull herself out of her funk. She reminded herself that she had the evening’s celebrations to look forward to. She and Tom had never gone in for big, high-energy birthdays, and she was sure he’d have something sweet and cosy planned for her… but if she was being honest, right now, it felt like a bit of a stretch to get into the birthday mindset. Hopefully she at least could avoid disappointing Tom… even though she knew he’d probably be more concerned if she pretended to be totally happy than if she admitted that she wasn’t feeling up to any sort of celebration this evening.

After almost missing her stop, Sara scrambled through the rain, fumbling with her umbrella as she made her way to their small house. It was glowing brightly from the windows, a welcome sight in the cold and wet, but as the porch light had seemingly blown again, the ambient light at the door was dim enough that she had to grope around for her keys. After nearly dropping them twice, setting herself off muttering curses under her breath, Sara finally stumbled inside, feeling less like the birthday girl and more like a drowned rat as she put her umbrella down and made her way into the warmth.

“I’ll be with you in a sec, love,” Tom called from somewhere further into the house. “Just got a few small things to take care of in the kitchen and then I’ll be right there; you can head into the living room. Love you!”

“Love you too,” she replied, turning towards the living room. Despite her sort-of determination to maintain her bad mood, Sara couldn’t help but start to relax a little. The house was warm and bright; she could smell her favourite soup cooking on the stove, and perhaps the smell of a cake underneath it; and Tom’s voice, as always, had been full of love for her - just as hers, hopefully, had been full of love for him. As she neared the door, she cocked her head slightly as she began to hear a low, pulsing humming sound. Frowning, she moved to investigate its source, pushing the door open to reveal-

The TV was turned on, its screen emitting a blue glow as a spiral filled its entire area. It was one of Sara’s favourite designs, a deep blue grading into shades of green and purple, made of interconnected dots that allowed it to seem as though it was turning first one way, then the other, allowing her mind to get caught up on analysing it to the exclusion of most other thoughts. The humming was coming from the TV too, this soft, soothing noise that, now she could hear it more fully, she recognised as their usual substitute for white noise, the subtle pattern in the sound’s quality having the same effect on her ears as the spiral had on her eyes.

Almost immediately, Sara found her gaze locking to the spiral, allowing her mind to get slightly fuzzier and faded. She belatedly realised that she was subconsciously walking towards the screen, dropping her satchel and moving sideways around the couch to stand and gaze and lose herself from a position as close as possible to the TV. She could feel herself dropping quickly, easily; and she let out a happy sigh as she allowed herself to be taken in by the spiral.

After perhaps a minute - she wasn’t sure; didn’t really care - the door from the kitchen opened and Tom slipped into the room. She could just about see the gentle smile spreading across his face, out of the corner of her eye.

“You dropped fast there, didn’t you, love?” he asked quietly. “Still are dropping fast.”

“Mhm,” Sara murmured.

“Yeah. You’ve had a rough day of it, haven’t you, and on your birthday of all days. So it makes sense that you’d drop quickly, because right now, you need this.”

“Yeah…” A small smile spread across Sara’s face.

“Say it out loud for me, love.”

“I need this…”

“You need to relax…”

“I need to relax…”

“You want to be hypnotised…”

“I wanna be hypnotised…”

“You deserve to be mindless…”
“I deserve t’ be mindless…”

Tom moved close behind her, wrapping his arms around her torso for a gentle hug. Sara sagged into his embrace, allowing the steadily deepening trance she was in to weaken her legs just a bit; allowing Tom to bear some of her weight as he continued.

“That’s right. You deserve to let go of all your thoughts, all your worries, all your cares… Let all of that just bubble and float and fade away, as you drop deep into pure mindlessness and relaxation. No tricks for tonight, no funny business; just simple, blissful, mindlessness. How are you feeling now, love?”

It took what felt like ages for Sara’s lips to form the words, to rouse herself from the languor she found herself in as she lost herself in the spiral and the sound and Tom’s embrace. Eventually, she managed to dully form the words, “Mindless… blank… empty.”

“Good girl. But for tonight, I don’t want mindlessness to mean you’re completely void of thought… or, at least, of emotion. I want you to feel a slow, warm wave of happiness spreading through you; through your body; through your mind; through your whole being. The deeper you go, the deeper you drop into mindlessness, the better you feel. Just allowing happiness… and pleasure… to spread throughout you.” A dazed, happy murmur escaped Sara’s lips, and she could feel Tom smiling against her. “Yes, just like that. You love being hypnotised, don’t you?”

“I love bein’ hypnotised…”

“It feels good to be mindless…”

“Feels good t’ be mindless…”

“Being blank makes you happy…”

“Blank… happy…”

“You’re doing so well for me, love. Are you enjoying your first present so far?”

“Yeah…” A wider smile made its way across her face. With both of them having to fly out the door to work this morning, there hadn’t been any time for presents yet, although Sara was currently unable to remember that Tom had actually claimed that his “good morning” kiss, and then the slightly fancier-than-normal breakfast he’d got for them, had been birthday presents as well. Or maybe she did remember, but knew that this blissful trance was, truly, a birthday present for her.

Tom allowed her to stay there in silence for a while, swaying slightly in his arms as her mind was drawn ever further into the spiral; into the warmth of their home; into the smell of dinner; into the comfort of just being blank and happy and nothing further. Eventually, he spoke up again. “How’re you feeling, love?”

“Mmm… mindless… happy… horny…” It wasn’t an overpowering, driving arousal; more a subtle, creeping feeling that could bloom into something more, but which she could just as happily sit with and just bask in for a while.

“Is that so?” Tom asked, his voice softer and gentler than ever. “Does being hypnotised turn you on?”

“Being hypnotised… turns me on…”

“Being mindless makes you horny…”
“Being mindless… makes me horny…”

“Being blank makes you wet…”
“Being blank… makes me wet…” She let out a little shudder after that last one.

“Do you desperately need it taken care of?”

“No… might be nice, but not desperate…”

“Okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want. But for now… I know you relax better when you’re out of your work clothes. Do you want a hand with that?”

“Yes, please…”

“Alright. You don’t have to lift a finger; I can do all the work for you, love…”

Guiding her back into standing fully on her own two feet, Tom began to see to the buttons of Sara’s jacket, followed by those of her blouse. He pulled both pieces off in one motion, letting them fall down Sara’s arms and expose her blue, lacy bra. “You got dressed up for the special day, love?” Tom asked, toying with the lace and Sara’s nipple through it.

“Mmm…” There wasn’t really much in Sara to register the question; her head almost entirely occupied with a vague, trancey happiness.

“You look beautiful… but I think you’d be more comfortable completely naked. Is that okay?”

“Please,” she sighed, and Tom expertly undid the clasp, allowing the bra to tumble down Sara’s front. Giving Sara’s breasts a gentle squeeze, Tom’s hands soon moved to the front of her pants, undoing the fly and pushing them down to her ankles, leaving Sara in the panties that matched with the bra. Tom ran a light finger across the blue lace at her front, provoking a small shudder from both of them - in her from the stimulation, in him as he felt her burgeoning wetness. Pulling Sara’s panties down too, Tom moved to her side and, grabbing her gently by the shoulders, guided her backwards and down to sink into the couch. She could just about make out the texture of a towel beneath her, Tom clearly having anticipated her arousal, but he’d been careful to pick out a softer one, and so it barely registered as a blip in the sea of mindless bliss Sara had sunk into. Kneeling in front of her, Tom quickly undid and pulled off Sara’s shoes, before gathering up her socks with her pants and panties, removing them all in one smooth motion. As he gathered her stuff up, Sara’s legs naturally fell open, leaving her full body on display as she continued to stare happily, mindlessly, into the spiral.

Returning from wherever he’d put her clothes, Tom began gently stroking Sara’s blonde hair. “There we are,” he cooed. “There’s the blank, blissful birthday girl. You’re doing so well, my love, allowing yourself to put aside everything and just be for the evening. You feeling good there?”

“Yeaaahhh… Love you…”

“I love you too, sweetie. We’ve still got as much time as you need… so is there any way I can help you relax even further?” Tom’s voice had dropped into a slightly rougher, more seductive timbre, but the offer was clearly open enough that Sara could’ve refused. She didn’t want to.

“Mmm… eat me out?”

“Of course, my love.” She could hear the smile on Tom’s face as he grabbed a cushion for himself and tied his dark hair back, before kneeling just barely within the periphery of her upturned vision between her legs.

“As I’m doing this,” Tom said quietly, his voice sending tiny, teasing puffs of air towards her core, “you’ll find that your body will do whatever feels best. If that means remaining completely relaxed, then you’ll do that; if you want to move your hands to your chest, or my head, or somewhere else, you’ll be able to do that; if you need to move your hips, they’ll move. But otherwise, you’ll just remain completely relaxed; allowing me to do the work. Okay?”

“‘Kay…”

“Happy birthday, love.” Tom leaned in slightly and began planting light kisses up one of Sara’s thighs, before switching and making his way down the other. A slight sigh came out of her mouth as he moved back in, before planting a gentle kiss on her vulva, followed by another, and another; a flurry of kisses that slowly began to probe inwards, making Sara let out another shuddering, blissful sigh. He began adding licks into the mix; gentle ones, still, knowing exactly what Sara wanted tonight as he slowly, patiently, quietly built her relaxed, mindless, blissful form up and up. Briefly breaking for air, he whispered, “You’re delicious, love,” rending the quietest of groans out of Sara as one of her hands sought out a breast, beginning to gently knead at it as her mind fell ever further into the spiral. It felt like hours that Tom brought her gently towards her climax, although Sara, when she later awoke, would know it had been far less; that Tom was only just on the edge of soreness in his jaw and knees when her hips began to infinitesimally thrust towards his mouth, and he began to tease at her clit as well as her vagina, and her free hand came to comb through his hair, and she let out a stuttered moan as she came. Her climax wasn’t dramatic or big; more like a slow but inexorable wave washing through her, leaving her toes curling and her eyes rolling back as she panted quietly through it as she seemed to come for minutes on end, before it washed away, leaving her somehow even more relaxed and soothed and blankly happy than she’d already been.

“Good girl,” Tom soothed her as her limited awareness returned, still between her legs as he petted her thigh. “You did so well for me… so well for yourself. Do you need anything right now?”

Somehow, she found the energy to shake her head.

“Okay. In that case, you can just allow yourself to relax there as long as you want… waking up as slowly as you like. You’ve still got all the time you need, my love, alright?”

“Mhm… thank you…”

“You’re welcome, sweetie. Where d’you want me?”

“…Cuddle?”

“Any time.” Sitting down gently next to her, Tom allowed Sara to fall onto his shoulder, wrapping his arms around her naked form as she sighed happily. She knew - and that was a surprise, she belatedly realised: that she was having anything close to coherent thoughts - that eventually, she’d need to wake up for dinner, and gifts, and… maybe put some clothes on, although maybe not; they’d both been experimenting with being naked around the house from time to time. But for now, she was content to luxuriate in blankness for a bit more, and just slowly drift back to the surface of her mind in her boyfriend’s arms.