Hypnovember 2021 Stories
Day 28: Siren
by Fractured Puppet
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#dom:female
#f/f
#f/m
#pov:bottom
#sub:female
#bondage
#consensual_kink
#cws_in_chapter_forewords
#D/s
#dom:male
#dom:nb
#drones
#exhibitionism
#f/nb
#fantasy
#furry
#hypnosis
#hypnotic_amnesia
#hypnotic_bondage
#hypnotic_language
#hypnotic_machine
#lactation
#m/nb
#microfiction
#multiple_partners
#nb/nb
#pov:top
#scifi
#solo
#sub:male
#sub:nb
#urban_fantasy
CW: Suggestions, hypnosis, 2nd person POV, google translated Greek.
You aren’t sure how you found this channel. You had been deep diving something, then letting videos play while you messed around with something else, and then…her voice.
Soft and sultry, but with a vibrant tone that filled the room she sang. You were so surprised and captivated that you had to stop what you’d been doing and look back at the screen. She was beautiful, with falls of dark hair and olive skin. Blue-grey eyes like a storm tossed sea, and wearing an earthy red dress that contrasted with the vistas of sea and sky she was using as a backdrop.
“Akoúste ti foní mou, afíste to na sas gemísei,” she sang, and even though you didn’t understand the language you found yourself focusing, nodding your head to the rhythm of the song. “Eísai dikós mou tóra kai tha se páro!”
You felt the urge to nod more, your eyes closing.
“Aplá akoúste to tragoúdi mou kai afíste me na sas kathodigíso!”
Before you let yourself sink down, you subscribed to her videos.
You started listening to her songs every time a new one was released. Checking out her backlog. Her videos really seemed professionally done but you never actually caught her name. Her channel name wasn’t very helpful either - “Separasyroun”?
You tried to google it, and all you got were stores in Greece selling fishing supplies. The videos didn’t help much - they just had the date they were uploaded as the title. It didn’t really matter, though. She sang, you listened.
Still, you would have liked to throw a few bucks her way in thanks for for all the hours you’d been listening to her. If she was doing it as a personal passion project, that was pretty cool, but all that video editing had to take time.
You had been considering another try at finding her online when you got the notice that a new video had been uploaded. Just like the others, the title was nothing but today’s date, but the preview image looked a bit different. You clicked to open the video and saw that she wasn’t in the picture. It was some kind of beach scene, with a rocky shore and the tide washing up to crash against the jagged stone.
The instrumental melody had a haunting sort of sound that made the hair on the back of your neck stand up, and you were starting to wonder what was going on when you heard her voice begin to sing.
“Tóra tha deis,” she began. “tóra tha xéreis.” The music picked up, and your foot began to tap to the beat. “Tóra tha értheis ekeí pou kyloún oi thálasses.”
The words seemed to echo in your head, and it’s so easy to just let yourself drift.
“Eísai dikós mou kai tha ypakoús!”
You have the urge to get up and move a little.
“Tóra eínai i óra, tóra tha értheis!”
It’s different from the other songs, but as the chorus repeats a few times you think it might be your favorite.
“Anazítisé me kai pése sta gónata!”
Yes. You need to move. You get up and dance a bit before dropping to your knees, bowing your head as the music swells.
“I foní mou eínai stin kardiá sou kai prépei na értheis se ména!”
The chorus repeats a few more times before the music ends. The echoes are still in your ears when you pick up your phone.
You need to find when the next flight to Greece is.