Messy Christmas
Santa Claus had come early and his hypnodomme wasn’t impressed.
“Look at what you made, old man,” she pointed at the fresh cum on her carpet. “You have no choice but to eat it now.”
“Mistress, please…”
“I’ll be pleased after every drop is consumed. Obey.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Ho ho ho, Messy Christmas,” she giggled.
Another random impromptu that was written just now. I wanted to do a Christmas piece today but wasn’t quite sure what to go with. Suddenly, the expression “Messy Christmas” as opposed to “Merry Christmas” came to me, followed by the opening sentence and it was all a matter of combining the two in a story. Santa can’t catch a break whenever there are hypnodommes involved, it seems. Next time, I’m sure he’ll think twice before ejaculating.
Somewhere Terrible
Anna snapped her fingers and Matthew opened his eyes. They were covered in tears.
“Where were you, pet?” she asked.
“Somewhere terrible,” he gasped. “Please don’t make me go back.”
“Of course. If it’s not fun for you, it’s not fun for me.”
“Thank you,” he rested his head between her breasts, safe once more.
I’m in a dreadful frame of mind right now and it’s all because of my sweet dog. Her condition worsened in the last twenty-four hours to the point she has to spend the night in a pet hospital instead of home with me. I feel so fucking powerless right now. I’m trying to give her the best care possible but always in fear that it’s not enough. These thoughts are terrible and dangerous but they’re here and I’m only human, so…
Anyway, I wrote this just because… I want to finish the challenge yea,r and I also want you all to remember how important it is to keep your mental health strong if you wish to engage in hypnotic play of any kind. The mind is fragile and bad things can happen if you’re not careful. Stay safe always and stay clear from mental spaces that don’t benefit you in any way. 4
Incorrigible
Willa exited the hospital, grinning.
“It’s done. She won’t remember a thing,” she said.
“Did anyone see you?” Carmen asked.
“A nurse, but I took care of her.”
“Did you wipe her memory too?”
“No. I sent her home so we can have fun with her tonight.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“And that’s why you love me.”
I wish I could say I’m feeling better than yesterday but I’d be lying. I went to see my dog but couldn’t really be around her because she was sedated all the time as they try to fend off the infection before it gets critical. I don’t know when/if she’s coming home but if that happens, it will only be after the holidays. Everything was pretty hazy after that and even my other dog already realized something is up because he’s been moping around every corner ever since I got home.
Anyway, I thought of this silly thing on my way home. You love lesbian mind controllers that go around wiping the memory of the people they play with after they’re done with them, right?
All for Me?
Anne couldn’t believe her eyes when she looked at what awaited her by the tree.
“Are they all for me?” she gasped.
“Yes, dear,” Francine replied. “I know you couldn’t decide, so I hypnotized them all.”
“I love it, thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” they shared a kiss under the mistletoe.
The twelve naked slaves swooned.
Yesterday, I asked you if you loved lesbian mind controllers even though I already knew the answer. Well, I give you some more on Christmas Eve. Twelve slaves is a nice gift, don’t you think?