HypNovember 2023 Writings
Day 13: Whispers
by moosezilla
Tags:
#cw:noncon
#clothing
#CW:dubious_consent
#memory_play
#microfiction
#chastity
#D/s
#exhibitionism
#halloween
#humiliation
#hypnotic_amnesia
#orgasm_denial
#pov:bottom
#pov:top
#teasing
The girl, home for the summer, had started making a habit of taking morning walks in the woods. She loved the way that the morning sunlight streamed through the trees and the wind brushed the dew off the leaves. She loved the crispness of the air before it got too hot and humid for the day. She loved the stability and reliability of her usual route through the forest, public enough to still be a relatively easy hike while being secluded enough to run into wildlife and natural wonders.
The first time she heard them- well, the first time she could register hearing them- was her second week home. About halfway through her usual walk, where the path went as deep into the forest as it would, there was a… it wasn’t exactly a secondary trail. It was barely even a path. It was really little more than an entryway into a part of the forest that was so thick, that not enough light penetrated the canopy to even see much of anything.
The girl had noticed the path on her third day back. She wasn’t sure how exactly she had managed to not notice it at all for the first two days, but she put that up to still figuring out her routine. She didn’t love the part of college life where her entire routine was turned upside-down every four months, but she managed it as best as she could. On the third day, though, she noticed it and, like she had the two days prior, walked right on by.
On the fourth day, she noticed the path, took a few steps, glanced back at the path, and continued on her way.
On the fifth day, she actually took a brief glance down the path for the first time. She didn’t see anything particularly notable. She noticed the stark contrast between the trail she was standing on, brightly lit by the sunrise, and the dark path leading deeper into the woods, but moved on quickly.
And so on and so forth. The girl spent just a little bit more time at the path each day, curiosity slowly enveloping her, following her almost tendril-like, and finally letting her go as she continued down the trail.
By the end of her second week home, the girl was spending quite a bit longer at the path each day, drawn in by the eerie quiet. She hadn’t yet stepped foot down the path, but she continued to gaze down it. It would always tug at her mind just a little bit as she began walking away, but she always eventually left.
At the end of the third week, the girl was dog-sitting for a friend, and decided to bring the dog with her on her daily walk. The dog was extremely well-behaved until they reached the path. At that point, the dog began to pull at the leash and whine at the girl, seeming to want to continue on and not remain in the area. As the girl reluctantly allowed herself to be moved along by the dog, she heard just the faintest whiff of a whisper on the wind. The dog snapped and snarled at the path at the sound, but didn’t stop moving the girl away from the path.
For the next three days, the girl and the dog took the girl’s usual route, and for the next three days, the dog would become extremely upset upon arriving at the path. The girl hurried by, pulled by the dog and motivated by her desire for him to calm down. She could still hear the whispers (were they getting louder each day?), and they continued to tug at her mind as she’d pass, but she wasn’t able to investigate.
Once the girl had returned the dog to her friend, she continued to spend time at the path halfway through her usual trail. She had never seen anyone else on the trail, but she did go out rather early. The whispers were fascinating, with the way that they tugged at her mind while at the same time, remaining elusive as to what they might be saying.
The whispers followed the girl further down the trail with every passing day.
The walks into the woods became lonely as the girl compared them to the walks out of the woods, accompanied by the whispers that walked further and further with her each day.
The first day that the whispers followed her outside the woods, the girl let out a sigh of relief. She did not want to leave her companions behind.
And so the girl grew accustomed to the whispers. By the end of the summer, she no longer had to walk into the woods alone to collect them; the whispers stayed with her at all times. The girl worried about what would happen when she returned to school in the Fall, but the whispers followed her there, too. The whispers became louder and louder, yet the girl could still never make out what they were saying.
She considered the whispers her friends, her comfort. In her own way, she brought them into her world; they accompanied her to classes, stayed with her when she did homework, and hung out with her friends with her. Not that her profs, classmates, friends, or even her roommate noticed the whispers. No, they were only there for the girl.
When the girl returned home for the following summer (of course, accompanied by the whispers), she wanted to start her daily hike through the woods again. So, her first day back, she woke up early, put on her hiking shoes, and made her way to the wooded trail.
After her usual 15 minutes or so, she came upon the halfway point of the trail.
The curve where the trail turned back out toward the edge of the woods.
The whispers were louder than they had ever been. The girl still couldn’t understand what they were saying, but she understood this to be their home. And she had enjoyed showing the whispers around her home, hadn’t she?
The girl looked to the right. To the path back out.
She turned left, peering down the path. The path down which she’d never so much as set foot. The mysterious path with the mysterious whispers that had spent the past year infiltrating her mind.
The girl stepped onto the path and began to walk.