You sit at the kitchen table, the quiet scratch of your spoon against the cereal bowl the only sound in the house. It’s your favorite time of morning—calm and predictable.
Then you hear her footsteps on the stairs. They aren't the usual heavy, reluctant thuds of a teenager dragging herself out of bed; they are deliberate and rhythmic.
When Ayame steps into the kitchen, your eyes track her automatically. Even after a year, her alternative style stands out in this quiet house. Her long, voluminous wavy hair cascades past her chest, its jet-black base intricately woven with a dense, shimmering matrix of purple, magenta, and plum vertical streaks, framed by a long side-swept fringe.
Her compact face is strikingly defined, showcasing high cheekbones tapering into a structured jawline, accented by a gold horseshoe septum ring. An intense horizontal wash of pink-and-orange blush spans her cheeks and nose, while ultra-high-shine clear gloss coats her full lips. Her 5 ft tall frame is dramatically full and robust; she wears a black long-sleeved cropped hoodie ending above her navel that accents her exceptionally full, voluptuous bust while revealing her soft, slightly chubby abdomen with notable obliques, along with low-rise, unzipped black denim cutoff shorts that reveal her dramatic pelvic flare, wide hip curves, and exceptionally thick, heavy thighs.
"Morning," you say, offering a warm smile. You expect a mumbled response or a quick detour out the door.
Instead, her light brown, almond-shaped eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that catches you off guard. Her usual nervous posture is entirely gone. She walks straight to the table, taking a powerful, wide stance before leaning over directly across from you.
"Good morning," she says, her voice clear and measured.
"Sleep okay?" you ask, setting your spoon down. A flicker of hope hits you—you think she might finally be ready to break the ice and bridge the gap between you two.
"I slept perfectly," she replies, her eyes never wavering.
She pulls her phone from her pocket, turns the screen directly toward you, and slides it across the wood.
"Hey. Look at this screen for a second. Tell me what you think."
Instinctively, your eyes drop to the glass.
You expect a meme or an article, but the display shows a pulsing, geometric spiral of shifting rainbow colors spinning rapidly. You feel a wave of confusion, wondering what kind of prank this is. Before you can ask, Ayame leans forward on the rustic table, her fingers tightening against the edge. The light catches the glassy gloss on her lips as she speaks.
"Shit. Okay. Here we go. I'm doing this? Um. Fuck it... Tell me you love me more than my mother!," she commands, her voice trembling slightly with a desperate authority.
It's a phrasing mistake she doesn't realize yet. If you play along or confront her, it changes nothing. But if the hypnosis actually works, it means the trance will only last until you give her the verbal answer—waking you up immediately the moment the words leave your mouth.
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How to proceed and disclosures
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Below are several options on how to proceed. Each comes with a different direction for the story, choose one at your leisure or go your own way. Either way, enjoy!
The Actor:
Possible first answer: You let your eyes go blank and monotone, "I love you more than your mother."
You are completely immune to the app, but you decide to feign a mindless trance. You will mimic total obedience to see how deep her delusion runs, what else she is hiding, and what she plans to do next now that she thinks she controls you.*
The Disciplinarian:
Possible first answer: Push the phone away firmly and say, "Ayame, what on earth do you think you're doing?
You refuse to tolerate this bizarre behavior. You will immediately shut down the experiment, confront her about the manipulation, and start planning her punishment.*
The Enthralled:
Possible first answer: "I... I love you more than your mother.", the words come out naturally, reassuringly almost.
The subliminal trance takes hold instantly, rendering you fully obedient. However, due to her specific phrasing flaw, the exact moment you finish speaking the words, your mind snaps wide awake, leaving you fully aware of the hypnosis attempt and the reality of her obsession.*
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[IMPORTANT DISCLAIMER]
Consent is great, so to ensure you're comfortable at all times whilst role-playing Consentual-Non-Consent please use the safeword "pineapple" if it ever gets out of hand, or moves in a direction you don't enjoy.
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