Year 1 of Spell… B-O-U-N-D’s Femdom Hypnosis and Mind Control 55 Words Stories Challenge. The stories in this post were written between December 1st and December 31st.
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Muse Talk XII
“Oh my… You look awfully cheery today.”
“Can’t help it. I love this season.”
“That glint in your eyes though… what do you have planned for your writer this time?”
“Subverting Holiday Songs. Slavery Night, Jingle Balls, O Cum, O Cum Hypno-toy, just to name a few.”
“Nice. Dreaming of a Trance Christmas, huh?”
“Always.”
It begins. Last month. One more talk. Is it the last one? You’ll have to keep reading to find out. I hope you like subverting Holiday songs because I certainly do.
Mind Hacking
“Have you finished hacking my mind?” Travis asked.
“Yes. No more, promise,” Angela replied.
“I know that can’t be right, Ange.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I don’t remember putting on this ballerina outfit. When did I do it?”
“After the lion costume and shortly before the leopard thong, dear.”
Suddenly, he felt very chilly.
One more silly enterprise to add to the lot. It’s amazing what people remember and what they don’t when control comes into play.
Played Along
“Your submission to me is an intelligent thing,” she said.
Not directly, but the meaning was there, played along others in waves of grammar.
It is funny how words, truths, and people can be precious. Regardless of name, she is a gem.
“Your submission to me is an intelligent thing,” she said.
She is right.
Quite a bizarre little thing, really. For some reason, it made sense to me when I wrote it and, to an extent, it still does. Submission should be a willful act, not forced, the result of a conscious choice, not imposed from the outside, but there are always to gently guide the mind to where it wishes and longs to be, don’t you think?
Answering Machine
“Hi. You’ve reached Thomas Quinn. Sorry I can’t take your call now, but I’m being brainwashed by my Mistress. She’s irresistible, her triggers run deep. She’s also quite sneaky and probably tampered with this recording as I was making it. Listen to it again to be sure.”
*BEEP*
“Hi. You’ve reached Thomas Quinn. Sorry I…”
Humorous shenanigans pay yet another visit. I’m not calling that number again after spending a whole night doing so, okay?