Welcome! (hypnosis, teaser)
introducing madame suzanne nutmeg ó meara! famous professional sexy hypnotist! no real action in this one beyond the hypnosis because it's intended as a sort of teaser (and companion to the illustration) where you're the subject and whatever happens next are things you like! (hence the reader's name listed as simply ______)
It had finally come. A mere week ago, after months of waiting, you got your response: the Madame Meara was able to fit you into her busy schedule! You quickly packed up the things you'd need (she wasn't particularly far from you, but you'd definitely need a hotel room for the nights before and after) and called the number she gave you to let her know you'd be there. While you'd heard her voice before, hearing her talk to you, personally, on the phone, one-on-one was simply magical.
The world-famous Madame Suzanne Nutmeg Meara was something of a legend - at least, among folks with your particular_interests._ You'd bought her videos, downloaded her voice clips, even subscribed to her crowd-funding campaign (after all, what's a few bucks a month for exclusive content?). She's practically the biggest name in the English-speaking professional sexy hypnosis scene, and you were finally lucky enough to get a session with her! It wasn't cheap, of course, but you had no doubt in your mind that it would be worth it.
Arriving, you settled into your hotel room. Having told her where you'd be staying (you, of course, went with the hotel she recommended) and what time you expected to be in, it shouldn't have been too surprising that she called to make sure you'd gotten in okay. Nonetheless, when you saw her name on your phone screen (of course you'd added her to your contacts - why wouldn't you?), your heart skipped a beat. As soon as her deep, warm voice began speaking, you immediately calmed down; her Southern drawl washing over you; each "darling" a cool wave lapping at your neck, each "sugar" a beam of warm sun hitting your face.
You slowly sank into your bed as you spoke, letting her know you'd arrived without a hitch, and the hotel was everything she'd made it out to be (a charming little place - clean, cozy, and not too pricey), and you were very much looking forward to the next day. She laughed (and what a laugh!) and told you to make sure to get a good night's sleep, to ensure you're as calm as possible in the morning. You assured her you would (who wouldn't with that smooth, sultry voice echoing in their head?) and, after a bit of chit chat, wished her goodnight. She reciprocated, with a "sleep well, sugar," that just about sent you straight to dreamland.
Today, you wake well-rested, eat a light breakfast, brush your teeth, then head out. The drive from the hotel to her home (place of business? both?) is fairly short, mainly along backroads light on traffic and heavy on trees. Finally, you spot the sign - curvy but legible text on aged wood reading "Mme. Meara ~ Soothing Hypnosis." No doubt about it - this is the place. Turning in, you drive past the initial shrubbery and are a bit surprised to see just how large a plot of land the Madame called her own - a sprawling, green expanse, dotted with trees and shrubs and largely left to nature. You slow down to take it in - there's a brick path along the driveway that, at several points, branches off to other parts of the estate. You spot a small pond with a bench beside it, right below a large oak.
Approaching the house, you see that it's a grand, old mansion, with a wide porch below an equally wide balcony supported by tall columns. The front door opens as you park, and you see the Madame herself watching you. You make your way up to the porch and are greeted with a warm smile and a wave. She's wearing a loose, low-cut, flowy top and... Not a whole lot else, as far as you can see. "It's great to finally meet you, ________."
It's unreal. Nothing compares. No video, no audio clip, no livestream, no phone call. Seeing her in-person -hearing her in-person - is like nothing you ever could have imagined.
"You as well, Madame," you finally manage to sputter out. Your brain battles with itself - it can't decide if it should be soothed by her voice or excited to hear it.
"No need to stay out here," she says with a chuckle. She moves aside to let you in - you're finally here! Here, inside her house! It's warm, it's cozy, it's... It's perfect! It fits her exactly. Knick-knacks and paintings adorn the walls, dark wood furniture, plants aplenty - if this isn't where she lives, she's done a great job of making it feel like it is. She shuts the door behind you and you suddenly feel her warm breath on your ear.
"It's okay if you're a little nervous, but you don't need to be, okay? Everything that happens here today will be something you'll enjoy. I promise you that, sugar."
Your nerves die down instantly. Your muscles relax, and you nod.
"Look here, darling."
You turn and meet her gaze. Something about it...
"Relax, sugar. Just focus on me, okay?"
You slowly nod, your eyes starting to feel heavy. You briefly worry you might be getting tired, but the thought dissolves as she starts talking again.
"You're going to have a great time here today, but we need to get you the rest of the way inside first, hon.
"Okay..."
Your eyes follow her as she circles to your front, backing away from you a bit. You can't help but follow as she guides you down the hallway toward an arch. She gestures through to the next room, which you can definitely tell is a room - anything beyond that is a bit vague, as you find that you can't really process anything other than what Mme. Meara says and does.
"Please, come in, come in! Relax, make yourself comfortable." You do as she suggests, finally breaking eye contact as you head through the arch and making your way to a chair that didn't exist until now. You settle into it - it's the softest thing you've ever experienced. She heads in after you, stopping briefly to touch a strange device on a table just inside the room. Soft tones start playing from... Somewhere? Everywhere? ...nowhere? You can't really tell, and quickly stop caring as they envelop you.
"There, how's that? Nice, isn't it?"
You nod, your eyes returning to hers as she makes her way toward you. Her voice seems to echo through your body, resonating in your bones.
"Perfect. That's wonderful, sugar. Do you feel good?"
You do. She_knows_ you do. You nod, since she asked.
"Good. That's how you_should_ feel, darling."