The clicks faded, leaving only a relaxing silence behind. Ava stood motionless, her breathing slow and even, her eyes fixed on an invisible point beyond the audience and the room itself. Mistress Susan brushed the back of her head with her lips and murmured,

“How are you, pet?”

“Calm,” Ava responded, her voice neutral and distant. “Peaceful.”

“And obedient,” the hypnodomme added. “That’s something you love too, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Mistress Susan.”

The older woman ran her fingers through Ava’s right cheek as if caressing a dog or a cat. “I’d like to explore a few interesting possibilities with you. Would you be comfortable hearing some suggestions? Each suggestion is optional. You can accept or decline without judgment. Do you understand?”

Ava’s head tilted almost imperceptibly. “Yes, Mistress.”

The crowd remained quiet, watching the intricate dance between hypnotist and subject unfold.

“First suggestion,” Mistress Susan said. Her voice was soft but carried a crystalline clarity that penetrated Ava’s consciousness. “I want you to imagine a warm, golden light surrounding you. This light represents complete safety and comfort. It means you can communicate anything - any boundary, any hesitation - without fear. This is your safety net. You’re always safe with me.”

Ava nodded. Her pentagram pendant hung still against her silk blouse.

“Now, listen to me. Think of a memory that brings you genuine pleasure. If you’re comfortable enough sharing it out loud, tell our esteemed audience what it is you’re thinking of.”

Ava’s lips curved into the faintest smile. She raised her left hand without thinking as if reaching for something just beyond perception.

Her fingers traced an invisible line in the air, remembering a night from her junior year at Northwestern. A Halloween party in a fraternity house, music pulsing through ancient wooden floors. Jake Harrison - quarterback, senior, with eyes the color of whiskey and hands that always seemed to know where to touch.

“I’m remembering a kiss,” Ava said softly, her voice carrying a hint of remembered warmth. “Not just any kiss. A perfect moment.”

“Tell me how perfect it was,” Mistress Susan purred. “Let yourself sink deeper into that memory. Embrace every sensation as if you’re experiencing everything again  right now.”

Ava’s body swayed from side to side, her muscles relaxing as the memory unfolded. The pentagram pendant trembled against her collarbone. “He pressed me against the wall, just beside the carved pumpkins. Music was so loud, but everything around us went silent.”

“You can feel his heat again,” Mistress Susan said, her words a gentle command. “The electricity between your bodies. The anticipation. The exact moment before your lips touched.”

A soft gasp escaped Ava’s lips. Her green eyes remained unfocused, but a flush spread across her cheeks. The audience watched, transfixed, as she relived a moment from years past - transformed into pure, visceral sensation under Mistress Susan’s guidance.

“Don’t stop now, Ava. Keep telling us what you’re experiencing.” Mistress Susan’s fingertips traced delicate patterns along Ava’s exposed neck. “Allow that moment to expand,” she whispered. “It’s time for every nerve to awake.”

Ava’s body shivered, responding to the hypnotic suggestion. The memory of Jake’s touch transformed, becoming more vivid and immediate. Her skin tingled with phantom sensations - warm breath against her ear, firm hands sliding along her waist, perfection suspended in time.

“Pleasure without shame,” Mistress Susan said. “Ten times stronger. Let it take you where you want and need to be.”

Meredith crossed and uncrossed her legs, barely holding it together. Mistress Susan’s technique was masterful - amplifying pleasure through suggestion, creating an intimate experience that was both public and deeply personal. Ava’s consciousness hovered between memory and immediate sensation, guided by the hypnodomme’s expert manipulation of her perception.

“Hmm, it’s so good,” she moaned.

“And it will be even better if you keep listening to me. Breathe, Ava. Breathe and continue to listen to the sound of my voice. I want you to take that pleasure and allow it to fall over your eyes. Yes, imagine a veil of pleasure so intense that it changes your world. You’ll see what I tell you to if you wish to do so. You’re still in control here. You’re always in control.”

“I’m in control… but so are you…” Ava said, a wave of endorphins cascading over her. No one pushed her buttons like her hypnotic Mistress, and no one ever would.

“Good. The veil is falling now. It’s pink and wet, but so fucking pleasurable. Let it glaze your vision, opening your mind further to me. Jake is no longer a memory, Ava. He’s standing right in front of you. See him now. See him and the pleasure will intensify even more.”

The room blurred into a soft, rose-tinted haze. Jake materialized beside Mistress Susan, his whiskey-colored eyes locked onto Ava with an intensity that made her heart race faster than an F1 car. Not the Jake from memory, but a hyper-real projection - muscular, confident, desire radiating from every pore.

“Do you see him, pet?” Mistress Susan asked.

“Yes,” Ava replied. Her pupils widened, tracking the spectral image only she could perceive.

The phantom Jake smiled - that same cocky grin from her junior year Halloween night. His hand moved, tracing an invisible line along her jawline. Ava shivered, her body responding to a touch that wasn’t physically real but still authentic. 

The hypnotic hallucination enveloped her, each nerve alight with remembered and reimagined sensations.

“Ten times deeper still, Ava,” Mistress Susan declared. “You are taken by the pleasure just like you wanted it to be. Hold on to this ecstatic idea and tell me if you’ve had enough or wish to go a little deeper.”

Ava was now having a hard time standing in place. She craved for more surrender, but her body wasn’t ready for the next step, unlike what Joan had gone through during Brandon’s birthday party. As good as she felt, her consciousness was starting to paint a different picture.

“I think I want to wake up now,” she said.

“As you wish, my dear. Thank you for being such a good subject,” Mistress Susan said.

She clicked her heels one more time and then snapped her fingers.