Hypnovember - Free Day (this is a story that came to me a week or two back and I had fun writing it a bit at a time)
Carousel Girl
[m/f, f sub, brainwashing, masturbation]
Natalie first heard the music shortly after she arrived at the carnival. The melody was basically what she would expect to hear playing in the setting, but there was a quality to the notes that sent little shivers up and down her spine. The sensations, and the song itself, faded into the background as she explored the grounds with the pair of friends she came with. The two had recently started dating, but Natalie liked them both and did not mind being a third wheel. She ate some cotton candy and played a couple clearly rigged games, and all the while that gentle tune tugged at her thoughts.
After a half hour she excused herself. Her friends put up no fuss as they were in the throes of new relationship energy. So Natalie wandered in search of the haunting song. It did not grow louder as she moved across the fairgrounds, but did become more distinct. The little shivers had long since come to feel like sweet caresses which urged her onward. A slow, dopey smile spread across her lips while her mind began to feel like the cotton candy she ate earlier. Natalie noticed another woman heading in the same direction, sporting a very similar smile. The thought of a companion hearing the same music entered her mind then left it in one smooth motion. She and this other woman, and a few others after a few more minutes of wandering, found themselves at a tent set up on the edge of the grounds. This one displayed no lights, signs, or barkers telling folks to step right up. This tent was simple and unadorned. They walked right in the small opening in the plain canvas then veering to the left.
Inside she found a dozen or so other girls. Most appeared to be in their mid 20s like herself. A few looked older and a few younger, but none were minors. Her eyes passed over them briefly before being drawn to the centerpiece of the tent: an old and beautifully crafted carousel. That was the source of the music, and her feet carried her forward. In addition to Natalie and her fellow wanderers, a few attendants occupied the tent. There were a few plainly dressed men either monitoring the carousel controls or standing by with clipboards, and four women in sequinned showgirl dresses. These women guided the dazed arrivals up to the main platform.
Natalie glided around the circle of wooden horses, passing several by. She settled by a chestnut colored horse with a wild mane and a saddle of beautiful blue. The other women shuffled around in a similar fashion, but Natalie paid them no mind. She stepped into the stirrup and threw her leg over to mount the horse, glad the jeans she chose that morning allowed the flexibility. Her hands ran up and down the brass pole which suspended her mount, then over the carved mane.
The music which drew her here transitioned from subtle background noise to a full orchestral song as the carousel came to life underneath her. Her horse gracefully rose up and down as the platform spun. Lights flashed and pulsed, filling her vision while the music filled her ears. Together the power of the moment began to fill her mind and body. The caress from before became intimate, then erotic. Natalie’s moan joined sounds of pleasure from the other riders in a sensuous choir. Her hips rocked against the saddle and she gripped the pole tightly. The lights strobing raw desire into her mind dimmed enough for her to look around and catch sight of herself in the mirrored hub of the carousel. Her reflection looked so beautiful riding, she never wanted it to end.
Eventually the rhythm slowed and the carousel came to a stop. The showgirl attendants came around to help the women off of their horses. Some needed more assistance than others, but all were dazed and had shaky legs. Natalie had only cum twice on the ride, but it seemed some of her companions held a higher count. “Can I ride again?” Natalie asked the attendant once she found her voice. Even after steadying herself the question came out as a needy whine.
“Of course you can!” the showgirl cooed in response. “You should absolutely come back next week and you can ride all you want. In the meantime, here’s your prize!”
She handed Natalie a package, which the blissed our girl accepted and held close. Natalie did not think rides usually gave out prizes, but she was in no state to question the matter. The other women who followed the siren song each had a similar prize package, though none of them thought to open it in the moment. One by one they filed out of the tent, several giving wistful glances back at the horses they rode, then went their separate ways back through the carnival grounds.
Natalie rejoined her friends long enough to let them know she was going home early, assuring them that they should enjoy themselves and not worry about her. She did not open the package until she arrived home. Inside she first found a small music box, which she inspected thoughtfully a moment before she realized her hands were winding it without her direction. Confusion passed over her, but stopped before any further emotions could manifest as the music box began to play the song from the carousel. The notes carried Natalie’s thoughts away to leave her in the dream-like state from earlier. The same simple smile and blank stare from earlier in the day took over her face. She plucked the two remaining items from her prize package, her body on autopilot. One was a sizable dildo with a stylized end made to look like the flared tip of a horse, the other a container of lubricant.
She followed the cues hidden within the carousel melody, licking the suction cup base of the dildo then affixing it to the floor. Her clothes were casually and carelessly discarded before she applied the lube, then sank to her knees and slowly impaled herself on the glorious phallus. Natalie moaned in ecstasy as she slid up and down, riding to the rhythm of the song and focusing on nothing but the pleasure. Something of more advanced technology took over the music box, continuing the song long after the winding should have given out. Along with the music whispers of encouragement slipped into Natalie’s open mind while she filled her drooling cunt. The whispers told her everything she needed to know, and everything she needed to do to keep on riding and feeling the greatest pleasure of her life.
The following weekend Natalie sauntered through the carnival grounds. Unlike the sensible jeans and shirt she wore last week, she now sported a pleated skirt with a touch of flare to it and a fitted crop top. Her top was low cut enough to show off some cleavage and the skirt swished teasingly, short enough to tempt but not enough to give a peek beneath. She did not need to follow the music this time, that melody now played constantly in her head, and she knew exactly where she was going. Entering the unadorned tent, she turned to the right instead of the left. A part of her longed to turn the other way and ride the carousel once more, but the part of her programmed by a week of fucking herself took up far more space in her head. She recognized the showgirl who assisted her from the week before standing before a line of partitioned stalls.
“Are you here for a ride, carousel girl?” she asked with a smile as wide as Natalie’s and eyes nearly as vacant.
“Please…” Natalie practically moaned, feeling her arousal leaking slowly down her inner thigh.
“Right this way, my dear,” the showgirl replied and led Natalie to one of the stalls. She stepped in to find a man sitting on a comfortable looking little loveseat. A curtain was closed behind her and Natalie’s eyes adjusted to the dim space. On a certain level she knew there was a man wearing no pants before her, his erection pointing skyward in anticipation. Another level, recently trained into her, visualized a carousel horse even more beautiful and magnificent than the one she rode last week. With a giddy giggle and wide grin, Natalie gracefully mounted her steed. Her lack of panties and already creamy cunt allowed her to slip him inside herself with ease. Pleasure and purpose filled her as she rode her stallion. She hoped dearly this would not be her only ride this day…and she was not disappointed.
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