Year 6 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 February 1st and February 28th.
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Milked Dry
The milking machine was relentless, pumping non-stop. Derek struggled against the binding restraints but to no avail.
“Please stop!” He begged, veins popping out.
“Only when you’re completely broken.” Jenna declared. “You’ll be my slave.”
She cranked the intensity to the maximum as he cried out in pain. Twenty-four hours gone, plenty more to go.
Just going a little bit dark today because I felt like it. Took the morning off to myself because it is my day off after all and when I got to work on the site again after lunch, did some light experimenting and this was one of the pieces that came out. Do you like the idea of being masturbated to oblivion?
Cheater
Wally stared helplessly at the mesh of spirals dominating his screen as a pink-haired avatar of a dominant woman weaved a powerful spell on his mind.
“So this is what happens when you try to cheat the program…” He drooled. “I should have done this sooner.”
The avatar smirked and continued to pull him deeper.
I’ve recently been commissioned to write down a story that involves a man trying to cheat his way out of a femdom-themed software only to be effectively enslaved by it. You can call this one a simple take on the concept although the real deal will be quite different, overall. I just wrote it because I’m in the early stages of the story and thought this could be a fun addition to the challenge.
The One With Boobs
The chants outside the Prime Minister’s house were getting louder.
“Can you hear them?” Madam Lenore asked. “It’s a revolution! Your days are numbered.”
“Only because they’re under your spell, witch!”
“You tried to do the same but, luckily, I’m the one with boobs.” She smirked.
He sobbed as the mindless mob stormed the gates.
Another impromptu, this time written first thing in the morning before going to work. I didn’t sleep very well last night, not sure why and instead of squirming in bed, I decided to get some things done and this was the first thing that came to mind. Boobs can make minds go around or didn’t you know that? Remember that the next time you find yourself mindlessly staring into some. It may very well be the end of your existence as you know it.
Old Pictures
Quentin browsed through some old pictures, most of which he had no recollection of.
“When was this taken?” He asked.
“After I hypnotized you the first time during our honeymoon,” Taylor replied.
“And this?”
“After I hypnotized you in my parent’s house.”
“Am I hypnotized in all pictures?”
“Not yet.” She smirked, camera in hand.”
If you’re thinking “another impromptu”, the answer is “yes.” No, I didn’t have anything particular in mind when I wrote it. It was literally the first idea that came to me. This piece was written during my lunch break. I stayed in the office because It was raining cats and dogs, grabbed my little notebook, and jotted down some notes. This came out on top.
Are you a picture person? I’m not. I hardly take pictures and I certainly don’t like to appear on camera. Quentin would probably enjoy it… if he remembered, that is.