The first night (microfiction)

This is an intro to a longer piece that I'll be writing over the next few days. Your first night with a group of subs and switches, and one dominant, in the middle, in control.

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Your friends had been badgering you to come to this group thing for weeks. They had called it a group mixer, and everyone who had gone to it had nothing but praise to give. So, somewhat reluctantly, you had come along.

The door was closed behind your group. Finally, you had agreed to come along to one of these hypnotic group meetings that they had been badgering you about. A person stood at the head of the table, greeting people who came up to them.

Your group was walking towards them. This was a- what had your friends called it? An erotic, hypnotic experience? Something like that. As your friends ushered you towards the head of the table, you noticed the blank look on a few of their faces.

You didn’t have time to think about it further. Before you knew it, you were face to face with them. Your friend told them your name, and then seemed to melt away. Leaving the two of you, alone.

“You seem hesitant. Did they not explain everything?”

You shook your head. “No, they… Sort of dragged me here after I said I was sort of interested?”

“Ah, they’re eager, but they still have a bit to learn. Sit with me. Let me tell you what this group is. If you don’t want to stay afterwards, you can leave, okay?”

You sat, quickly. Their voice was soft, easy to listen to. They explained it simply. This was their group of toys to play with. Each person in here, willingly submitted, and was then hypnotised to become more… Obedient. Those who submitted also got a lot of pleasure out of the deal.

They eyed you, somewhat nervously, as they finished their explanation. “Does that sound… Interesting to you?”

You took your time answering. Of course it was interesting. But questions flitted through your mind. You had to ask.

“What happens if I want to experience it for a while, but then want to go?” As you asked the question, you could almost sense their mind settling.

“Oh, then I am more than happy to let you go! I take my hypnotic control out of your mind, and you are free to go.”

You looked at each other, and finally, you nodded. “Then yes, I’m definitely up for this.” At that they smiled, and as they spoke, their voice, which had been soft and soothing, took on a new tone, suggesting, hinting, at the pleasures to come.

“Okay then, let’s get started, pet.”