Long hair fell past his face, refusing to stay tucked behind his ear as he stared down into her eyes. Her head rested in his lap, as the rest of her body laid along the length of the couch. The couch's wooden armrest dug into his back as held her neck and smoothed her hair. He briefly glanced down the length of the couch, where her pale satin bra and matching shorts clashed with the burnt orange upholstery. One of her ankles was tucked under the opposite leg, so her knee hung gently off the side of the couch.
"Breathe."
The monstrosity of a couch was their own private island in the corner of the dining room. The one-story ranch house still had all the average suburban trappings from the '70s through the '90s, with the addition of several random couches, chairs, and bean bags to provide more seating in every room. And they would have been necessary if everyone in attendance decided to sit at once.
"Slower, now."
Someone had baked chocolate chip cookies, their scent inescapable. A short lady in a colorful tutu handed them out, bouncing from the crowded living where people were chatting to an adjoining bedroom where a smaller group were preparing a flogging scene. Her tray of cookies now lighter, she danced towards the dated orange couch. She was nearly able to yell her offer of free cookies, when the quiet occupants of a nearby sofa preempted her with "shhh!!" and wide eyes. The man on the orange couch raised a hand against the shushing and cookie-wielding bystanders, but did not look look away from his submissive's eyes.
"Keep staring, pet. Let everything else fade away."
Truthfully, this was not the most ideal setting to pull someone down into the singularly focused depths of hypnosis. When a few people in their local kink scene approached them with questions, they were wary at first. They had been worn down by jokes and remarks in the past, and stopped bringing up hypnosis in discussions. But it had been a while, people came and left. Maybe it was time to test the waters again.
"Deep breath in..."
They fielded their questions and dispelled a few myths, but the small group of young adults was persistent- they wanted a demonstration.
"... and out."
After a few years of practicing hypnosis together in their home, they had a bit of a routine down. He chose his words well, knowing just which ones would produce the response in her he desired. That they both desired. Sometimes their talks of fantasies and ideas would run into the small hours of the night until they ran out of time for the actual session. But they had not tried a session outside of the familiarity of their home. It took a few days of discussion, but they did agree to give it a try.
"You are safe and comfortable, here with me. I've got you..."
He watched as her brow relaxed and her eyes glazed over at his praise. His thumbs slowly petted her cheeks, in gentle time with her slowed breathing. He knew he must be thorough and quick in getting her under to that deep submissive place. Activities in the other rooms were picking up. If their surroundings were too distracting and this didn't go to plan, it would be a disappointment after all their preparation. This must go well for her-- she'd earned that much.
"Be still. Deep breath in... and out."
He spoke in a low voice to her, but was still aware of the observers trying to hear him. His words were clear and direct, except a few colorful or sing-song embellishments here and there that really punched above their weight. She always felt them in the pit of her stomach as they wormed their way into her mind.
"Don't you want to submit to me? Don't you want to feel so good for me?"
