Going Up (and Down)
“Hold the door, please!” June begged.
Harris complied and smiled at the lovely mid-thirties woman as she stepped in.
The elevator began its slow ascent. Midway, it began to spiral, before plummeting down, deeper and deeper…
He would think twice before letting a hypnotist in next time. If he remembered how to think, that is.
If you’re familiar with hypnotic inductions at all, you should know that common visualizations include staircases and elevators. They’re classics and classics can be fun so I constructed a simple piece to reflect just that. The real question is: did any of this happen or not? I’ll let you all figure out the answer.
Mentally Young
William Dawson was all the rage on the dance floor.
“Dad’s looking lively!” Amber noted. “What happened?”
“You know that saying: ‘you are only as old as you remember you are’?” her mother replied.
“Yes.”
“Well, when he’s hypnotized, he doesn’t remember he’s eighty-two anymore.”
“How old does he think he is?”
“Sixty-nine,” she winked.
I’ve decided to go for something completely different this time around. This was a piece based on the concept of ‘rejuvenation‘ with a little bit of kinkiness attached to it. I hope you liked it.
Don’t
Reading hypnotic stories is dangerous. The more you read them, the more hypnotized you become. I don’t have that problem, obviously. Writing hypnotic stories doesn’t make me go under. Thinking about spirals glimmering in her eyes doesn’t make me go “Yes, Mistress” because… hmmm… what was I typing? Ah yes, don’t read hypnotic stories now!
The first thing I want to say today is that I’m incredibly grateful to each and every person that has been enjoying the weird ramblings of my imagination thus far. I know I’ve written it before, but I don’t mind doing it again because it’s true.
Today’s piece was a strange mix of self-referential humor but it’s also an invitation to exploration. There are many wonderful authors out there in the world of mind-control erotica. If you became aware of the genre through the random things I add to this site every day, please consider broadening the scope by digging deeper into other works by other people, and having fun with the myriad of possibilities that will come alive within your mind. Take care.
Family Ties?
“Mark? It’s been ages. How are you?” James queried.
“Hey, Al. Remember my sister Clarissa?” he pointed at the gorgeous redhead next to him.
“No, because you don’t have a sister.”
“I meant cousin,” James retorted, confused.
“You don’t have a cousin called Clarissa, either.”
“Hmmm… Niece? Stepdaughter?”
If only he remembered the word Hypnodomme.
Ah, don’t you just love family? Another random, slightly humorous piece today. I don’t like being confused but it’s always a good theme for a bit of tomfoolery. The title has no connection to the famous TV show whatsoever though I may do something like that in the future.