This is a single chapter from my upcoming book A Trance of You, a Hypno Kink Romance

CHAPTER 3

FARRON

“You look a little stressed out.”

It’s been nine months since my divorce and it’s my birthday. Trim had driven from across the state to celebrate with me, saying I could use some cheering up. We had only really seen each other a handful of times before, just a few flings in hotel rooms halfway between our respective towns. This was the first time I showed them my new place, a basic apartment on the edge of town.

We had walked down to the diner a block away from my place. They sat across from me, watching me with soulful brown eyes, clicking their spoon as they stirred milk into their coffee. They had just ordered me a breakfast with birthday pancakes to add to my nausea and hangover.

“I’m just sick, I can’t have stacks of batter with, oh…fuck, those little balls of colors…”

Talking sucked. I wanted to do as little of it as possible.

“C’mon birthday, boy!” Trim bat their eyelashes, pushing a black coffee towards me, no sugar. “Caffeine, fruit, and lots of water. That’s what takes the hangover away.”

“I can think of another way,” I said from under my hand.

“A little public, isn’t it? Besides, your body needs to recover first. That’s important, Farron.”

Trim was right. It’s important.

A plate piled eight inches high with greasy, syrupy pancakes plus gobs of whipped cream landed in front of my face, pushing away my coffee.

My coffee. My bitter, hot coffee. My only aromatic thread of comfort replaced with a pancake sculpture of Jabba the Hutt drenched in cum.

“Imma hurl.” I shot to the bathroom.

Twelve minutes later, I sat back down, freshly clean with less nausea but more headache.

“Feeling better?” Trim asked, cutting off a slice of pancake.

“I guess. I’ve had better birthdays.” I grabbed my mug of coffee back.

“It’s been rough for you, hasn’t it?” They weren’t referring to my hangover.

“It’s been what it is. I see the kids enough, at least,” Sarah had threatened once or twice to get a restraining order against me. I didn’t think she’d go through with it, but it was an ugly threat, even for her.

“That’s good…” Trim nodded, glancing down at the table. “You know I felt terrible about everything.”

“No. You don’t have anything to apologize for, Trim,” I made the heroic effort of lifting my pounding head so I could look them in the eye. “If the marriage wasn’t meant to last, and fuck, it wasn’t, then I’m just happy that it ended over someone wonderful like you. You’re getting me through this.”

“I’m a hypnotist, not a therapist,” Trim chided me. “I want to support you, but I can’t fix what’s wrong with you. That’s on you, baby.”

I dug a fork into the gooey, over-sweetened pancake stack and managed to choke down a bite.

“I know. It’s just difficult to swallow sometimes.”

“You should get out, play the field a little,” they told me. “Who was the last person you had a good connection with?”

“I’m looking at them,” I said with a smile.

“But nobody besides me?”

I shook my head, rocks battering the inside of my skull.

“The last time I connected with someone, I mean really, connected on a deep, personal level was when I was a teen on a summer camp trip.”

“Oh?” Trim raised their slender eyes at me, begging for more details.

“Yeah. This girl, Avery Faltier. We almost got sent home for being too ‘exclusive’ with each other. Which was bullshit, we didn’t even kiss.”

“So, what made you feel connected to her?”

I closed my eyes. The sunlight glinting off the table on the other side of the diner was too bright for me.

“I’m not sure, Trim. Sorry, I’m struggling to concentrate on anything right now.”

Trim finally took pity on me. They glanced around, double-checking we weren’t drawing too much attention, then dropped their voice low, making me strain my ears.

“Why don’t you focus for me, Farron? Focus on my spoon, stirring my coffee around. It’s important, Farron.”

Trim was right. It’s important to focus.

“Watching the spoon go around and around the cup. A small vortex spinning in the coffee. Eyes open, focused just on my coffee. Soft focus. Hearing the sounds of the diner. Seeing the different objects on the table, but keep those eyes fixed on the center of the coffee.”

Some people believe that trance is a complete tune out of everything around you. That you become completely unaware, lost in a dream world. Well, it can be that sometimes, but, more frequently, it’s a state of complete focus. The mind is awake, just preoccupied with an image or a sensation, letting another person guide them, but not without awareness.

I let my focus get sucked into the swirling cream and tan whirlpool spinning in the ceramic cup in front of me. Trim’s voice circled my head like steam.

“Sinking deep down to the bottom of the coffee. So nice and dark, warm and cozy. No worries, no struggling, just relaxation.”

I felt my shoulders slump, but I knew better than to let my body collapse entirely. I kept staring into the coffee.

“Feeling your head opening, clear and fresh as a bright blue summer sky. A gentle breeze comes and blows away all the pain. No more headache, only a fresh, open sky in your head. Feeling your mind free and clear. Headache drifting away on a cool, refreshing breeze blowing through your head.”

My breath was steady. I wanted to just close my eyes and drift away on Trim’s words. Light and airy.

“Coming back up. Refreshed and peaceful. Coming up now.”

Trim clinked their spoon on the side of their mug, like they were shaking off the last dregs of sugar, and brought the coffee to their lips, slurping a taste.

I blinked, disoriented without my anchor. I took and breath and realized how hungry I am. My head felt completely clear.

“Mm. Thank you!” I raised my eyebrows at them.

“No problem. You can thank me more when we get back to your place.” They winked at me. I smiled, spearing a bunch of melon and strawberries with my fork.

“Farron?” I looked up, meeting their dark eyes. “You need to meet other people. You should go out, find someone to talk to.”

“I talk to other people. I get that you can’t be on call for me 24/7, and that’s fine with me.”

“I don’t just mean people online. You should try to meet people around here.”

I scoffed and shove another piece of birthday pancake into my mouth. After nearly ten years of marriage and isolation, I barely remembered how to be social.

“Listen, there’s a skill share for the community happening in town next week. You should go. You’ll get to find other partners who are local. It would be good for you.”

“Yeah, I just don’t know,” I said, downing a swig of my coffee. “I’m not in the best state of confidence to meet new people.”

“You can fix that,” Trim pointed out. “There are a lot of self-help affirmations and mantras out there, even inside the community. Have you ever listened to some of the self-worth builders from Hypnotic Phoenix? You’d like them.”

My therapist, the one I had been going to when I had money to spend, suggested something similar. I had always resisted. It felt too weird to mix therapy with my fetish tastes.

“I’ll think about it,” I mumbled.

“Doesn’t sound too convincing, but you should at least consider going to the skill share. They’re great! You’ll have fun!”

“We’ll see. I have to make sure I don’t have work the day after.” I hated my job.

“Farron,” Trim said, their voice homing in on me like a laser. “Remember the skill share. It’s important, Faron.”

Trim was right. It is important to remember it.

“Okay, okay!” I muttered. “I don’t think you’re supposed to use my triggers like that.”

Trim shrugged, their slender shoulders inching closer to their ears. “I just told you to remember it, I never told you have to go. And you never have to follow through with anything you don’t feel comfortable with. You can use your agency, you know that.”

I sighed, shaking my head. My wife and I were the same way once. Trying to pressure each other to make small steps for self-improvement. It felt supportive and cute back when we were dating, but it quickly turned into a burden, the two of us resenting the other for not following the other’s sage advice. I didn’t want the same to happen with Trim, but then again, we weren’t interested in getting married.

I finished my birthday breakfast with gusto, the lingering flashes of my headache blown away by the soothing gusts of clear air billowing through my head.

“I got this,” Trim said as the check arrives. “You’re not paying for your own breakfast on your birthday!”

“You’re too good to me, babe,” I winked, my body almost completely recovered. “Feel like going for a walk, or just straight back to my place?”

Trim gave me a smile from the side of their mouth. “I think your place. After all, you still need to thank me for taking away your headache. It’s important, Farron.”

Trim was right. It’s important to thank them properly.

We walked back to my apartment. As soon as the door closed, Trim sneaks up behind me and snapped their fingers in front of my face.

“Sinking down. Mind off.”

The trigger hit me as I float, a prisoner in my own body.

“Exotic dancer mode. Give me a show, sexy,” they whispered into my ear.

“Yes. I hear and obey.”

I was more than aware of myself as I stripped down and start gyrating my hips on my coffee table. Trim sat back, giggling at me. I was in control of every movement and lusty glance I sent their way. I just didn’t feel any inhibition not to, and the feeling was profoundly liberating. At the end of the dance, Trim commanded me to give them a happy ending, and I sank to my knees, taking their cock in my mouth, letting my fingers come up to fondle their balls.

“Mmm…when it comes…you’re going to taste something delicious…you’ll taste a wonderful shot of warm cream, intoxicating you. Tasting it in 5….4…3…2…”

Trim grimaced, dangling on the edge of their orgasm.

“…1…AH!”

I smiled, gulping down the richest smooth cream I’ve ever tasted. I felt a little tipsy. Trim groaned and then got up to clean themself off. When they return, they dropped me under with another snap of their fingers and told me to listen without needing to remember. Their words drifted through my head like a silk ribbon.

“Fully awake, feeling refreshed, happy, and very frisky. Now!”

They snapped their fingers. I blinked and shook my head.

“Wow! That was fun! I hope that covers my part of the tab from breakfast.” I joked.

“That and more. Maybe I can return the favor for my birthday boy. Want me to play with your prick?”

“Always!” I giggled and unzipped my fly.

I couldn’t believe what I saw. My cock was a foot long and almost too big for me to wrap my hand around it. It looked ludicrous.

“Holy shit! What did you do?” I said, gaping at my oversized cock.

“Just gave you a special upgrade for your birthday,” Trim said with a knowing smile. “Limited time only. You’ll see it back at its original size by tomorrow. And, while it’s the special ‘birthday size’…”

They ringed their hand around the base and gave me a small squeeze. I nearly passed out from the pleasure.

“…it’s also super sensitive. Now, how about a nice birthday blowjob? It’s important, Farron.”

I nodded eagerly, my face lit up in delight as I watch Trim miraculously fit their mouth over my engorged cock head.

Trim was right. It’s important to get my birthday blowjob.