Warning: This story features bondage (sort of) and non-consensual sexual content.

Context: This is a short story written for Day 7 of Kinktober 2024 using the prompt words Hypnosis and Obey.

The audience around me cheered as the lanky man in a cape on stage guided the old woman back to her seat. He had successfully deduced the name of her deceased husband, some details about their relationship and his passing, and passed on a message to her.

I slumped in the chair, my entire body language expressing dissatisfaction. I knew what cold reading was. This was all parlour tricks. I couldn’t believe I let my friends drag me to this supposed-psychic’s show.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, some people believe hypnosis is a fraud. A deception.”

“Duh” I scoffed, earning a poke from my friend beside me.

“Tonight, I will prove otherwise. You will witness the true power of a master of the mind. I will need a few volunteers for this part. You there sir. And you miss. Aaand… the young blonde over there. And…”

He picked me? I didn't even raise my hand. I couldn’t believe he looked at me and thought I’d be a good hypnosis candidate. If he really wanted to waste his time, I’d happily comply. I was sure he’d send me back down almost instantly.

I walked up onto the stage and lined up beside nine other selected participants. The psychic walked along them one by one, asking each a series of questions. Such as where they came from, their hobbies, and their belief in the spiritual, the supernatural and the alien. When I was questioned, I didn’t try very hard to avoid sounding dismissive and unimpressed. Though there was a disarming intensity when he spoke to me directly.

When he started asking most of the members to kindly return to their seats, I was surprised when he didn’t include me. In fact he singled me out, asking me to move to the side of the stage for the time being, but to kneel. It was an odd request but he said it so matter-of-factly, and moved on immediately without giving me a moment to challenge it. It seemed easiest to go along with it, so I knelt.

For the next five minutes, he spoke to the participants in lilting tones, emphasising words oddly, guiding them through a certain sort of meditation. Every now and then as he circled the stage and neared me, he’d suddenly lock eyes with me. He'd whisper a few words at me, sounding both demanding and admonishing. I could barely tell what he was even saying. He did it too quickly and subtly for anyone else to take real notice. Those moments felt bizarrely unsettling.

He guided the other participants through some amusing hypnotised antics. Making them believe something was there when it wasn’t, like an apple to eat or a chair they tried to sit on. Making them somehow forget simple words, or think they could speak confidently and accurately on a topic they clearly knew nothing about.

Eventually he sent them back to their seats to applause, and finally turned to me. Despite what I’d seen of the others, I was still steadfast in my certainty that I couldn’t be influenced like that. Although upon stepping centre stage, there was a heavy feeling to the air. The psychic circled me, muttering sounds that sounded like the odd instructions he’d sent my way before.

“So, Nina. Would you describe yourself as a good girl?”

“What? What kind of question is that?”

“The yes-no kind.” A light chuckle from the audience.

“Fine then. Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

"Seriously what are y-"

"pcfz"

He spoke a strange word that made no sense to my ears. The cadence and pronunciation sounded like English but my brain seemed to short-circuit in trying to parse it.

My mind became unfocused. My vision got spotty and then totally obscured by a pink haze. All sound was drowned out by noisy static.

The next thing I knew, someone smacked my ass. My bare ass. I thought I was wearing jeans?

The pink haze faded and the static died away. I was no longer standing looking out at the crowd. I was on my knees, facing the back of the stage, bending over. I was about unleash total outrage upon the hypnotist for spanking me when I realised he was standing on the wrong side of me for that, reasonably far away.

I examined the pose I was in closer. My jeans had been pulled down to my knees, and it was my left hand holding them there. My right hand was behind me, hovering right above where my ass had just been smacked.

“What on earth…”

“Tell me Nina, do good girls deserve a spanking? It seems you don’t consider yourself a good girl after all.”

The crowd was bubbling with shocked laughter, with some cringing from second-hand embarrassment. I quickly tugged my jeans back up and stood up, my cheeks turning red.

“What did… how did you..?”

“Those are your friends laughing down there aren’t they? I’m glad they’re enjoying this part of the show. Now if I’m not mistaken, the gentleman at the end is not your boyfriend. However I do suspect he may have a little crush. Why don’t we get him up here to help with this next part?”

“What do you mean the next pa-“

“pcfz”

My world faded to pink and static again.

Only a moment passed for me before the masking effects vanished. I had another new sight in front of me: a pair of white boxers.

My friend was standing on stage, with his trousers pulled down to his ankles. It was one of my hands gripping those bunched-up trousers, with the other one midair reaching towards his boxers.

“She certainly seemed eager to get inside your pants didn’t she sir? I do wonder if we should all leave the room so you two can be alone.”

The crowd roared. My friend was blushing deeply. I had no memory of what I had been doing.

“Let’s give a hand to the gentleman folks. Before she gives him a hand, if you know what I mean!”

Another wave of laughs. He awkwardly pulled his trousers back up and hurried off-stage.

“I th… think I should go too maybe…”

“Oh no, we have one last surprise for you Nina. Something to keep those grabby hands under control.”

“I don-”

“pcfz!”

Time skipped. I couldn’t do anything to stop it from happening.

This time as my senses returned, I could feel parts of my body gripped by someone, or rather something. I tried to move and felt something rough and tight holding me still. The psychic had tied me up! My arms were held behind my back, stuck touching together at the wrists and elbows, and the entire length of my legs were forced together.

Tying me up while I was helplessly under his weird mind trick hardly seemed like an impressive finisher. It was just needlessly cruel and exploitative. Something big and round was holding my mouth open.

The stage and crowd came fully back into view. I couldn't help but wiggle and moan, deeply embarrassed. At least this time they should be on my side. There's no way they’d just laugh off him taking advantage of me like that.

Instead, what I saw and heard from them was a growing wave of giggles and astonishment. No outrage or doubt towards him. They were focused solely on me.

I looked down. There wasn’t a single rope anywhere on me. No restraint of any kind. Just my plain old T-shirt and jeans. I tried to separate my legs and simply couldn’t, despite seeing nothing there to prevent it. I tried to move my arms forward but I truly felt the grip of ropes keeping them strictly bound, even when I glanced back and saw nothing there either.

“Waah dih yuh duhh do meh?”

“I’m sorry, what was that?”

The crowd finally exploded into uproarious laughter.

I realised there was nothing in my mouth either, but I couldn’t close it. It felt like I had a massive ballgag wedged in there and no amount of telling myself there wasn't anything there was helping. Drool dripped from my open mouth onto my shirt.

“You seem a little hot and bothered Nina. Is there something down ... here?”

His hand drifted down to my waist and when he was almost touching me, his index finger hooked back. I felt a little tug between my legs. I realised what he was implying.

“Nuhhh! Duhh puhh ih!”

He yanked his hand backwards. I felt the strong invading sensation of an invisible rope pulling up tightly between my legs.

“Uhhhhuhh~~”

There was no crotchrope! I know there wasn't. So why couldn’t I keep from moaning? Why did it feel so real? And so good...

“Everybody give it up for the helpless hopeless Nina! Maybe given time she’ll escape these terrible restraints of air!”

The room was filled with delighted applause and guffawing as he shoved me forward. With no other choice, I had to hop. It was slow, difficult and degrading. I hopped down the steps, down the aisle, past every turning head in the audience, past my still-blushing friend, finally sitting awkwardly back onto my seat. Where I spent the rest of the show struggling uselessly in bondage that I wasn't actually in.

Two hours later, the group was back at my apartment, relaxing after the show with drinks. The hypnosis effect had gradually worn off.

“And you swear you weren’t in on it?”

“Why, why, why on Earth would I ever voluntarily lower my jeans and spank my own ass in front of everyone?”

“I dunno. Secret humiliation fetish?”

“Secret nothing!!!”

“That second time it really looked like you were about go all the way down on your good buddy here~”

“I w-was not!”

“Should we test it?”

“Huh? How would we do that?”

“pcfz”

My vision went pink.