Did it Work?
“Open your eyes, dear,” Allison said.
David did as instructed, blinking twice as he stared into her breasts.
“Did it work?”
“You tell me. What are you feeling?”
“A desperate urge to suck and lick them. They…”
“… own your mind?”
“Yes.”
“Then it worked, boob slave. Come worship.”
He happily complied, no will to resist.
Who doesn’t love a woman’s breasts? I’m a sucker for gorgeous eyes myself but boobs and boobnosis are quite a popular theme and, as such, I wrote something for all you lovers of that particular part of women’s anatomy. And if you’re wondering why the featured image doesn’t have gorgeous breasts staring you in the face, pulling you deeper and deeper, it’s simply because the last time I tried to do something like that and then shared the post on Facebook, my page got temporarily blocked for breaking the rules or something. Not risking that today so a hypnotized man will have to do.
Do you want to be in his shoes?
Static
The static coming out of the LCD screen reminded Jay of the old Poltergeist movie, but he was a grown-up man and not easily impressed.
“Was something supposed to be happening?” He asked.
“Keep watching.” His girlfriend Wanda cooed. The blankness called out to him, a gentle hum before the inevitable trance.
His surrender began.
The idea for this one came to me, yesterday, as I was about ready to turn off the TV and accidentally switched to a different channel instead, one where there was nothing on except static, and the dulling sound of it, almost begging to be listened to.
I didn’t but saved the idea for today’s entry. Would you like to be hypnotized this way?
Sad Robot
The message broke her concentration:
“The battery is very low. Please plug your device now.”
Meredith laid down the magazine on the nightstand and glanced at her former boyfriend now turned robot slave.
“Again?” She grumbled. “Maybe I should get a new model…”
Bitter tears ran down its cheeks, but she ignored them as always.
While this post is being published at around the same hour as the others, it was written first thing in the morning. I woke up an hour before I usually do and, instead of rolling around in bed doing nothing, I immediately got to work. I didn’t even notice my laptop was running low on battery so, shortly after turning it on, a message similar to the one above appeared on the screen.
I didn’t have a theme for today’s challenge piece yet but that particular moment gave me one and so I wrote this sad piece. Who says robots don’t have emotions, huh?
The Long Wait
Victor swallowed her ashes.
“Brenda?”
“Yes?”
“I thought you were going to buy a new ashtray, not turn me into one.”
“I was, but then I changed my mind. At least, your mouth is useful now.”
“When will the conditioning wear off?”
“When I quit smoking…”
Ten years, nine hours, and seventeen minutes to go.
Many people out there have had an experience with smoking once or twice in their lives. I haven’t. I never felt the urge to try on a cigarette and always refused any offers from friends and various acquaintances. I have no intention of ever doing so. That’s never going to change.
Still, for some smoking is hot. I’ve seen many gorgeous women smoking and I’m sure I’ll continue to see them for as long as I live. I’m not attracted to them but can’t deny the raw feeling of power such imagery can evoke in other minds.
This idea came to me on my way to work as I passed by a group of young, attractive women, all of them about ready to smoke together. If that is part of your kinks, then you probably enjoyed this one.