Elizabeth here: this standalone femdom hypnosis story takes place in the same setting as Slime Girls and a Mage's Ass. Enjoy!
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The Honeyrose Coffeehouse was quiet today, and Ashryn, owner and sole employee, was disappointed by the unusual emptiness. There were... ten or so customers total all day? It was already three in the afternoon. She sat on her stool behind the polished wood counter and skimmed her new cookbook to fill time.
It felt a lot more lively when the warmly lit interior of the small shop was filled with people, and the profits were even more welcome. For now, she switched between reading and peeking out the window to check for customers.
Given how her coffeehouse was next to two popular bookstores, there was usually a lot of business. Ashryn probed her mind to try and recall any town events or festivals that could be happening today, but found nothing. The people in the city of Tarabat were big fans of hot and cold drinks, so there were far more bars and coffee shops than usual for a city of fifteen thousand people. Maybe someone was giving out free coffee down the street; she made a note to ask the next person who came in about it.
The bell on the back door suddenly rang; the coffee shipment wasn't due to arrive for a few hours, so she had no idea what it was. She took a quick glance to make sure nobody was coming, then darted into the storeroom.
The storeroom was a bit smaller than the front of the shop, and the staircase to the side led up to her second story apartment. The room itself was full of bags of ingredients, containers of milk, and a huge half-empty sack of coffee beans. She adjusted her green apron and white dress shirt, looked in the mirror above the sink to make sure her blonde hair was orderly, and then opened the back door.
Ashryn thought she heard some skittering when she opened the door. There was nothing unusual except for a basket on the brick-paved ground with a lumpy blue sack inside. This definitely wasn't the coffee shipment, or if it was, it was the wrong order.
She picked up the sack and gave it a shake; those were definitely coffee beans inside. In the basket, underneath where the sack was, there was a parchment note. She picked it up.
Dear customer: Enjoy your order of mind-melting coffee!
There was no labeling whatsoever aside from the note. There were a few coffee suppliers in the area, but none of them used this kind of silk bag. Without an obvious place to return it to, she brought the basket inside, set it on a shelf, and went back to the front counter.
The bell on the front door rang just as Ashryn sat down, and she stood with excitement as a customer walked inside. He was a short, black-haired human man holding a cheap romance book, and looked to be a bit over twenty. He was kind of cute; that silver moon necklace of his looked great with the simple blue shirt, his fuzzy jacket, and those nice shoulders...
He did also look tired; maybe he just needed something to get him past the three in the afternoon slump.
"Welcome to the Honeyrose Coffeehouse! What can I get for you?"
"I was planning on sitting down and reading for a while, so I think I'll start off with a... large coffee."
"Need any cream or sugar?"
"Oh! A lot of both, please."
"No problem! I'll brew you a fresh cup: just let me grab some beans out of the back."
She went into the storeroom as he took a seat in the front. Ashryn heard scuttling coming from the big sack of beans... It was the scuttling of a small, dirty creature.
Ashryn: "Ah! No!"
She darted towards the bag and opened it up. As expected, a ten inch giant weevil was gorging himself on coffee beans. The cute insect looked up at her with guilty eyes and stuffed cheeks.
She grabbed the weevil; he didn't resist as she tossed the little guy out the back door, closing it behind her. Coffee was somewhat of an insecticide, but city bugs were built differently; he would be fine.
However, now Ashryn had another problem. Her whole stock of beans was contaminated, and she didn't have time to wash them. Regret set in as she wished she had bought multiple varieties instead of just one generic bean type...
The blue silk bag tantalized her from its spot on the shelf. She thought about it. If someone came by to explain the mishap and ask for the bag back, they would understand the situation. Why not?
She emerged with the blue bag in hand.
"Sorry about that!" she said. "Had a little incident back there."
"It's fine! I'll be here for a while." He adjusted his seat and started reading.
The beans smelled normal as she was grinding them into a powder. Then she started to brew the coffee; as she poured hot water over the filter, a curious smell rose from the coffee; it was the smell of... dreams? How was that possible? Dreams didn't have a smell, but at the same time, this was definitely it.
Ashryn decided she was just imagining things. She added the cream and sugar, then emerged from behind the counter to hand him his coffee. She placed the ceramic mug on the table, and joy spread through his face.
"First time here?" Ashryn asked.
"Actually, yeah, I've been in town for a few months, but I only just now decided to check out this place. And later today, I was going to go on a vacation with my girlfriend, but, well, I got dumped again. Third girlfriend to dump me this year..."
"Oh! I'm so sorry."
"It's fine. I usually just go to the nearest coffee shop and read a romance book for a while. That helps me get over it."
She looked at the cover of his romance book:
Charmed by the Fey Queen
was not a story she was familiar with, but she guessed it was one of those raunchier romances. It was probably best not to ask too much about it. She wondered how many other romance books were written about the mysterious fey creatures living in the secluded parts of the world.
"Hopefully things get better for you soon. Let me know if you need anything!"
She returned to the counter and cleaned up a bit. The smell of dreams still radiated from the warm coffee filter. She looked over; he was already sipping his coffee, not even caring about the heat. He seemed to enjoy it a lot.
Ashryn would have tasted some of the coffee, had she not already drank three cups this morning. That was her hard limit per day, and she wasn't willing to exceed it.
She looked over; he was drinking and reading at the same time, slowly but continuously sipping his coffee with a glazed look in his eyes. He didn't lower the mug. He slowly, slowly let it flow into his mouth as he swallowed it, tipping the mug up to trickle more in as he drank.
Ashryn remembered the note. Hopefully this coffee wasn't magical... nobody she knew of in hundreds of miles sold magic coffee, but in theory, it was possible to make any kind of drink magic.
The customer's eyes started to emit a faint pink glow. Yep. Definitely magic.
"Hey," she said. He didn't hear her.
She came out from behind the counter and spoke more clearly. "Hello?"
No response. He kept reading, and he was almost done drinking. The last sip of coffee entered his lips before she could swipe the mug from him, so she didn't bother.
"Hello?" she said while waving her hand in front of his face.
What was he reading anyway? She tried to work out exactly what his eyes were staring at, and then she found the passage.
And you, my new servant, shall do your best to pleasure me. Your sole purpose is to serve me, to make me happy, and to exist only for me.
"Yes mistress," The enthralled slave said. Nothing was in his mind except for thoughts of serving her. Every part of him needed to serve. Every part of him needed to obey. He craved her touch, her breasts, her wet warmth...
When the customer's eyes made it to the end of the page, he started to snap back to reality, blink his eyes, and wobble his head. By then, Ashryn was done reading herself.
She looked down. His erection was bulging against his pants. If this coffee hypnotized him, and this was what he was reading...
The customer set his coffee mug down. His eyes still had a pink glow.
He spoke in a quiet, yet distinctly aroused and fluttery voice. "I... I didn't realize you were so beautiful before now... and you've done so much for me... Mistress, let me be your plaything, please..."
"Oh no." Ashryn said. "Oh no..."
Ashryn paced around for a moment as he stared at her large, apron-clad chest. He was completely enthralled with her, and he didn't seem to notice her panic.
"Listen, I, um, this is all wrong, I think I accidentally gave you magic coffee, snap out of it!" she managed to stutter out.
"I can't snap out of my desire to serve," he said. "And I'd never want to."
"I don't even know your name!"
"Please, just take me as your slutty plaything..."
She had to deal with him somehow. If someone else saw this...
"Come into the back room with me," Ashryn said.
He excitedly followed her as she led him into the storage room, carefully looking around to make sure nobody was peeking through the windows. Thankfully, nobody was.
She shut the door behind them and finalized her plan. This would get him out of the way for a while, and hopefully it would do so for long enough to
"Now that we're alone," Ashryn said in the most aroused voice she could muster, "I think I'll let you be my slutty plaything. Stand in that corner over there, right next to the sink."
"Anything for you!" he said as he obeyed.
"Now, what really turns me on... is when cute guys stand in a corner and do absolutely nothing for several hours. So just stand still until I command you to do something else."
"I will, mistress! I'll stand here and think of you... My cock is going to be absolutely leaking precum from all this teasing..."
That was a problem. She didn't want his pants and underwear to be soiled by the time the coffee wore off.
She came up with a solution; it was a humiliating one, but hopefully he wouldn't mind.
