Monika Hypnosis

"Monika...it's okay, really, you don't have to do this."
"Don't be silly, anon, I know you want to try it. It's not anything to be ashamed of, really."

I shift uncomfortably in the rickety classroom chair. Nothing to be ashamed of, she says, but...well, it was an amateur mistake. New Boyfriend 101. If you're going to let your girlfriend use your phone, you have to consider what she might find. I'd kept my browser history clean, but forgot about the hypnosis files mixed in with the rest of my music.

"I did some reading up on it, and it's actually really interesting! Like, whether hypnosis is even real, or just the subject convincing themselves that it is..."
"But Monika..." I pause, fidgeting with nothing as I try and compose my words into something vaguely respectable "...it's...I mean, I'm...into it, you know? And not, like, intellectually, but--"
"Oh, you mean...sexually~?"
Monika pulls up a chair just opposite me and looks me in the eye, a sly grin on her face.
"You don't have to be so...up front about it."
"Ahahaha~you're so cute when you're embarrassed!" Her expression relaxes. "But really, I don't think it's THAT weird, you know?"
"Really?"
"Really! I mean, if you think about it, it's all about losing control, or gaining it. And I think those are turn-ons for a lot of people, not just you. You're just a little more...particular about it, that's all."
"And you don't think that's weird?"
"Well..." she glances away, just for a moment. "Maybe a little, but it's not like it changes how I see you or anything, you know?" She locks eyes with me again, a firm expression on her face. "And now that it's come up, I really do want to try it. Knowing that you'll um, enjoy it is a bonus. Ahahaha~"

I take a deep breath. Monika seems resolute. And I learned early on that there's no real stopping her once she's set her mind on something. "Alright then...if you're sure."
"Of course I am." Her emerald eyes are alight with purpose. "If you're ready."
"As ready as I'll ever be."
"Good." She leans forward slightly, closing the gap between us. "Now, I know the school chairs aren't that comfortable, but I need you to lean back and relax, alright? If your eyes start to feel heavy, just go ahead and let them close, okay?"
"...okay." I try my best to let the tension out of my shoulders, and close my eyes--somehow, I feel like this will be less embarrassing if I don't have to see her staring back at me.
"Good, good. Now, I want you to focus on my voice, and follow my instructions, alright? First, you're going to take a deep breath in...and then let it out...yes, just like that. In...and out...in...and out..."
I do my best to shut out everything but her voice, which has lowered to an ever-so-slightly-husky whisper.
"...heavy, feeling so heavy, and warm, like you're sinking to the bottom of a warm bath..."
Ahh, it's no good, when she talks like that, I...
"...deeper and deeper, warm and heavy, nothing but you and the sound of my voice..."
"Monika."
"Anon..." Her face falls a little as I sit back up.
"Sorry Monika, but I don't think this is going to work."
"But..." Her gaze shifts to my now-crossed legs. "Oh. Ahaha, I see."
"Look, it's fine, let's just go h--"
"No."
"What?"
"I mean...let's try one more time, okay? It...it really is interesting, and...if it really makes you feel that good..." Her face has reddened slightly, betraying her usual sense of composure. How am I supposed to resist that?
"Alright...I guess..."

Monika's expression brightens. The flush still hasn't left her cheeks. "Good! Wait here, I'll be right back!" She disappears into the storage closet, returning with what looks like a small wooden tower. "Yuri keeps some of her aromatherapy stuff here, I'm sure she won't mind if we borrow it for a bit." She plugs it in, and the scent of lavender begins to fill the room.
"There we go." She walks back to our seats, but instead of sitting down, slides in behind me.
"...Monika?"
She places her hands on my shoulders, and begins a slow, gentle massage.
"We've got midterms next week, don't we? I think you've been carrying around a lot more stress than you realize, Anon."
She's probably right. Having her work the stiffness out of my back feels like heaven.
"Just let me do this for you, alright? Just this once. Just relax..."
I can't refuse now. "Alright."
"Good. Now, I want you to focus on my voice. First, you're going to take a deep breath in..."

"...-ake."
"...awake?"
"Anon, are you awake?"
"Hm?" I jump back to my senses with a small jolt. "Sorry, I must have dozed off. Was I out long?"
"No, only a few minutes." Monika stares at me. Her expression is unreadable at first, but then she smiles. "I think we've been at this long enough. Let's call it a day...[[dearest]]."
"Yes, Mistress."
The words leave my mouth almost instantly. I freeze, and a strange, pleasant feeling courses through my body. I can practically feel the heat radiating from my face. Did I just...did she...
"M-Mo-"
The next syllable refuses to leave my lips.
"M-Mistress, what did you..."
A slow grin creeps across Monika's face, and her cheeks flush an eager, glowing red.
"I think you could use a little more...relaxation, Anon. Why don't we stop by my place for a bit?"
"Ah..."
She takes my arm, leans in, and whispers: "After all, we have to find out if the other triggers worked...don't we, [[dearest]]? Ahahaha~"
Another swell of euphoria rises within me. "Y-yes. Mistress..."

fin.