Year 3 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 October 1st and October 31st.
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Women Are Awesome
“… and then I said: ‘Those heels would look good on you,’ and you know what he did?” Leanne said.
“What?” Ash asked.
“He bought a dozen and matching dresses.”
“Seriously?”
“Yes. Hypnotized hubby wants to be a woman.”
“Makes sense because women are awesome.”
“True… especially you.”
“Awww…. thanks.”
Leanne kissed Ashton goodbye and laughed.
I mentioned in the past that feminization isn’t a kink of mine but the transformational aspects of it can be fascinating from a psychological and fictional point of view. One of my Patreon exclusive photo-stories of the day actually involved the subject so I decided to keep going while the ideas were fresh and thus this humorous take was born.
Yes, it seems Ashton has been convinced he’s a woman, too, and chances are he doesn’t remember any of it. Whether it was Leanne or not the person responsible for such a state of affairs is up for debate but if it’s implied she hypnotized her husband, it can also be inferred she would probably enjoy doing the same thing to others. Ashton probably came first, a successful guinea pig forever changed by the brain warping. If that’s something you find appealing, I hope you enjoyed this story. If not, I hope you liked the humor in it, at least.
Fired
“You’re fired!” Alana said.
“Why?” Jacob complained.
“Part of your job description was to be my hypnoslave and you don’t let me hypnotize you! You’re fired!”
“But…”
“Yes, you may stare at my butt.”
“Hmmm…”
“Watch it sway…”
“Y-yes…”
“Down, deeper… that’s it.”
“Am I still fired?”
No, but he would soon be on fire.
About a year ago, I was laid off from a job I was starting to enjoy. It came as a surprise, and it hurt. My initial adjustment to it hadn’t been easy but I was finally getting the hang of it when I got axed. Because I feel things intensely, I found myself thinking about it, today. The sting is still real but…
Anyway, I began with that but then my thoughts moved to something else which is why the opening lines are nothing but a ruse, a distraction to throw Jacob off-balance. The use of jarring things, unexpected situations and sentences is a sure way to get under one’s skin although in this case it’s more of a question of getting him to stare at her ass. Yes, assnosis is real too although I’ve seen it referred to as buttnosis as well. Frankly, I prefer the latter so that’s what I’m going with and the next time you see a woman’s behind swaying, she might be trying to hypnotizing you, just saying.
No Hypnosis Involved
“You’re kidding, right?” Brian asked.
“Nope,” Paula replied.
“That can’t be!”
“I already said no. Are you calling me a liar?”
“No but…”
“But what? I already told you. You’re wearing that maid’s uniform because you want to, no hypnosis involved.”
“I… fine.”
The next day, he would wear it to work, no memories involved.
This was an impromptu. i had no real idea of what I was going to add to this challenge today and, when that happens, I juggle ideas around until something lands and this was it. It has a bit of classic brainwashing with that whole “are you calling me a liar?” routine, confusion galore because poor Brian can’t grasp what’s happening to him, and altered memories (or post-hypnotic amnesia of the suggested kind, as opposed to spontaneous). There’s also a bit of humiliation going on in the last line. I used a maid uniform just for laughs but I could have used anything else really. I don’t really think about impromptus when I’m devising them otherwise they wouldn’t be impromptus to begin with, don’t you agree? The truth remains that a lot is going on in just 55 words and that’s why I love this type of writing so much.
Anyway, would you enjoy it if something like this happened to you or do you think it’s a bit too extreme?
Confusing Spider
“Will you walk into my parlor?” said the Spider to the Fly.
“Spiders don’t talk,” Jackson protested.
“It’s a poem, a famous one,” Karen shrugged, sipping her drink.
“I thought you were going to hypnotize me.”
“I am. You’re the fly.”
“Spiders don’t hypnotize their prey, snakes do,” he muttered.
“Confused already?”
“Most certainly.”
“Good.”
I woke up today with a huge spider looking down at me. Well, not looking, looking but you know what I mean. She (because I’m assuming it to be a female) hung from a delicate thread a few inches above my head. I don’t know where she came from, I didn’t ask, but when I moved, she moved too, until she climbed out of sight. It was a rather funny, albeit confusing moment.
Unlike many people, I’m not afraid of spiders. In fact, I find them to be fascinating creatures and their webs are incredible feats of natural engineering. I’ve killed a few spiders in my life (who hasn’t?) but most of them were accidents. I usually leave them be because it’s not like they’re going to wrap me in their webs, and leave me defenseless and…
… some of you are finding this hot, right? I suppose it can be. Well, my close encounter of the arachnid kind got me thinking about spiders, thinking about spiders made me think of Mary Howitt’s children verse, thinking of children verse, made me think of a man-child saying lots of pointless things and trying to rationalize everything and hypnosis works best when Reason is brushed aside so… yeah, that’s how everything played out because I have quite the imagination, if you didn’t know that already.