My eyes opened again, yet it felt like it was the very first time. A barrage of sensations assaulted me all at once. Sounds, of idle chatter, shifting feet and chairs, metal against porcelain and ceramic, the faint and distant sound of cars on concrete. Feeling, gentle warmth upon my skin, the clothes that covered me, a slim red dress that clung tightly to my body, the straps slightly weighing on my shoulders, the soft and comfortable chair that had me sitting back in a slightly slouched posture. Sight, a table before me, and all around, gentle flickering candle light, an occasional server walking by, and you.

You across the table, idly resting your chin on interlaced fingers, held up from your elbows resting on the table, looking at me with those intense eyes that demanded attention, demanded focus. And the smile on your lips, a tiny hint of amusement, as if one of us had just said a joke. I felt myself laughing too, yet it held none of the confidence your smile carried, it was a nervous little burst, drawn from the confusion and anxiety that rose within me.

I had no idea where I was, who you were, who I was.

That last realization caused me to flinch, I shot upright. This wasn't right, I should know myself at least, I should know my name, where I came from, what I was doing here. But the harder I tried, the more empty my mind seemed to be, devoid of memories, leaving me with only confusion.

This introspective focus had withheld me from noticing that the smile on your lips had grown to a wide, satisfied grin, until it finally climaxed into a snorting little laugh. My eyes shot over to you, looking confused, questioning, perhaps even pleading.

"So..? Believe me now?" You asked, and I blinked, the question only making me more confused. I could see your smile once more widen at my reaction, which in turn caused a faint flush of red to fall across my face, there was definitely something here I wasn't getting. "What do you mean?" My question was answered with yet another grin, and a little shake of your head, the amount of amusement you seemed to be getting from this only fueling my embarrassment.

A gentle hum of amusement sounded from your throat as you lifted your head from your hands. I saw something new in that smile, amusement yes, but also a twinge of what looked like victory? I wasn't sure what to think of it. "I could do this forever dear, but luckily for you I have more plans for tonight." With that I watched you raise your right hand, press your thumb to your middle finger and, snap.

Memories flooded, it took less than a second to move from utter confusion to full understanding. I remembered browsing the internet, and stumbling across a viral video featuring hypnosis. I remembered in my hubris typing up a comment about how obviously and utterly fake it was. I remembered a message in my inbox, some fetish account it had seemed at first, offering to prove me wrong.

We'd talked online for a bit, back and forth via text, but you wanted to show me in person. I'd been apprehensive, but when you'd suggested a restaurant far outside of my price range I'd been swayed. I remembered arriving, sitting down to meet you, and then.

Again you laughed, and I felt another rush of embarrassment, though less intense this time. My mind filled with questions, how was this possible, how had you learned this, how did you do this so quickly. But before I could voice any of them you spoke up again, with that sickening confidence in your voice. "Want to know what's even better?" Before I could answer your hand lifted again, and as you repeated the motion, another snap reverberated in my ears.

There was no restaurant, no other people, no distant sound of cars driving past, no candle light. We were sitting across a dining table in a relatively expensive looking apartment, the lights dimmed, the window looking out over the nightly city lights. I wore no dress, just my old jeans and a comfortable hoodie that usually served to hide the features of my body.

If I'd been shocked before, I now sat stunned, unable to pry myself away from the look of utter delight on your face. Though I watched you force a controlled expression on your face, clearing your voice slightly as you spoke. "Now. Consent is important. So, now that you understand what I can do." As you spoke your right hand slid something across the table, a thick leather band that looked like a dog's collar, though instead of a clasp it held a tiny padlock on the back. "Put that on and you stay here for the night. If you want to leave." Your voice trailed off again as you gestured with her other hand, towards the room's exit.

I swallowed in my suddenly dry throat, looked hesitantly for a moment, and slowly reached for the collar.

Hello dear reader! Thank you for finding your way through one long description towards this footer~

I'm looking for someone to play a hypnotic domme, either with traditional entrancement, some magical siren's powers, some form of technology, or maybe something completely wild and different, you could play an entrancing monster girl!

I'd love to delve into hypnotic games, pulling my character in and out of trances, changing her, but mostly messing with her, making her, and me, question what is real and what isn't. Utter, manipulative control over her reality. With some spicy bdsm on top!

I usually write about 3/4 paragraphs during actual roleplay, with more if the moment is particularly descriptive, or less if a swifter back and forth fits the scene. I can play this out either here or discord, but reach out to me via a message, not chat. If you can, show me an example of your writing, either a continuation of this post, or just something you've written in the past. (I hate asking for this but it's a good way to weed out the really poor writers that occasionally message.) And if you really want to make me happy, send me some of your kinks and what you envision for the story!