Mommy's Piano Lessons

By M. Kistulot

Liz has always wanted to learn how to play the piano, and now she's found a way. An older woman named Ashley is happy to teach her—using hypnosis! Liz has tried to experience hypnosis before with no luck, just like she's tried and failed to learn the piano. In trying to grasp at one last chance to live out her musical dreams Liz takes a chance on Ashley's lessons, but neither of them are ready for what happens when they sit down at the piano!

• Language: English
• Publisher: M. Kistulot
• Release date: May 9, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463589267

M. Kistulot

Ink on the page, and ink in the blood, I've been writing since I can remember and nothing has ever fascinated me more than playing with the concepts of control, obedience, and the self. Since 2005 I've been using fiction to explore these concepts. This generally involves a copious amount of women being very intimate with other women, but how better to make any journey more fun along the way than with company?I don't like to write the same story twice, but exploring the same concept from different angles is a must. You can expect my writing to be focused on characters, their feelings, their thoughts (or their lackthereof) and to have these things be challenged, or played with, or explored through intimacy, dominance, submission, hypnosis, and other methods of mind control. As a practicing hypnotist myself I know that it has very real limits, but sometimes in fiction it can be fun to suspend one's disbelief just a little, and my stories tend to reflect that. Fiction should feel real, but also be a bit larger than life. Enticing. Tempting. Just out of reach.I like to play in different genres, with different styles, but it all comes back to some very simple concepts: women controlling other women, women losing control with other women, and women being very close with each other. If any of this sounds appealing, then I think we're going to get along just fine.

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Mommy’s Piano Lessons

By M. Kistulot

©2018 by M. Kistulot

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Dedicated to everyone who has a dream they’d like to achieve, because you’re helping me achieve one of mine by purchasing a copy of this book, and that means so much to me.

I squeal quietly to myself as I reach her front door. The numbers on the front are the right ones. I checked her address at least five times on my way over just to be absolutely sure. Normally I’d be a little embarrassed to admit that, even to myself, but this is a really big deal. This is something I’d wanted for a really long time—basically since I could remember.

Musical talent is something I’d never really had much luck at finding. Maybe I’ve always given up too fast, but trying on my own hasn’t worked out very well. It seemed like something worth giving a shot one last time with a teacher who actually knows what they’re doing. At least that’s the conclusion I came to after reading enough inspiring posts on social media. That, and watching speeches online about learning new skills and how if you struggled past the early parts it would flow so much easier. It’s also something I never really was able to afford before, but I can now. I even have the time, too!

It probably helps that I’m not seeing anyone right now, but I’m going to keep doing my best to not think about how much of a factor that is.

The worst thing that could happen was that it doesn’t work out and I really am all thumbs. That would be really depressing, but at least it’ll mean I finally put my dreams to rest instead of constantly stressing myself out over them. Wanting something you don’t have gets depressing when you feel like it’s still possible but you aren’t doing anything about it.

When the door finally opens it felt like a million years have passed since I rung the bell. My heart is beating so hard and it almost makes it hard to hear her when the beautiful, tall, older blonde woman speaks to me. Her voice exudes confidence. From the first words she says I know that if anyone can help me achieve what I want to achieve… It would be her. Welcome to my humble abode! And you must be Elizabeth, am I right?

My cheeks burned brightly, but I still managed a shaky nod. Y-yeah! I’m Elizabeth… But you can call me Liz! You’re Ashley, right? She smiles a warm smile and nods as she steps back from the doorway and motions me inside.

I’m not a kid anymore. I’m twenty four. That’s well into being an actual adult. Still, looking up at Ashley’s deep brown eyes as they look down at me, it’s hard not to feel a little young.

I make my way inside, and take a seat on a nearby chair to untie my shoes. It’s a real pleasure to meet you, Ashley! I’ve really been wanting to learn the piano for a long time. I sort of got one handed down to me from a relative, but I’ve just never been able to figure it out. When I saw the uhm, unusual way that you teach… It seemed like that might be a better way to go than just trying the same books and recordings over and over again.

Some people just don’t learn that way, Liz. Ashley smiles a little more. Her voice feels so comforting and nurturing. If she’s not a mother I’d be surprised. It would definitely explain some of her extra curviness and the mature aura that radiates off of her. The regal purple button-up blouse she wears suits her perfectly, as does the looser black skirt. No shame in that.

Thank you, Ashley. My cheeks burn a little darker but she just smiles. It’s easy to feel like she’s taught a lot of people in the past. That makes it easier to feel like I’m in good hands. So, how’d you start combining hypnosis and piano…?

Ashley holds out a hand for me after I’ve slipped off my second shoe, and I take it happily. She’s not muscular, but she definitely knows how to use her height. I’m up on my feet in half a moment, and then I have to try to not make it obvious how much I’m enjoying the sensation of her hand holding mine. She doesn’t let go right away, and I appreciate that more than I should. Even if her hand isn’t the strongest I’ve ever felt, her skin is warm and soft.

It’s hard to not let my mind wander to other places she could be stroking, or squeezing. I’m not sure that it would help me very much with learning the piano, but it would definitely make the evening one that I wouldn’t forget. That’d be nice, too.

Well… I’ve been playing the piano since I was a little girl. My mother insisted. I hated it when I was younger, but… Ashley chuckles as she squeezes my hand and leads me deeper into her home. It looks nice, but I can hardly focus on it at all when I’m so close to Ashley. Eventually I came around. It’s nice to be able to sit down and make people smile, and it puts a smile on my face, too. Plus it feels amazingly relieving to play a sad song when you’re down.

I try, but I just can’t imagine Ashley as a little girl stomping her feet and refusing to practice on