Year 2 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 September 1st and September 30th.
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A Beautiful Tale
“0 words, 0 characters,” the counter said.
David sighed. He had promised to write something special for Amber’s birthday but nothing came out.
Nothing except blank spaces. And her eyes peering from behind the screen.
Blank spaces. And her eyes.
Blank. Eyes.
Blank. Eyes.
Blank…
He sank deep into a beautiful tale of hypnotic surrender.
Writing about writing is always fun. Each month of this challenge is like a chapter of a book so it felt fitting to me to start September with a piece about a writer or, at least, a wannabe one. I use a word counter myself to make sure I maintain the strict discipline this sequence requires so these two elements combined were the primary sources of this idea. As for what happens next, the future is still unwritten but I’m sure you can imagine all sorts of blissful scenarios and/or kinky ones. The fun never stops and neither should creativity. Cherish both, will you?
Numbers
Eight people sitting around a table.
Seven listening closely to wondrous sounds.
Six feeling the pull intensify on their weary minds.
Five struggling to keep their eyes open.
Four already under.
Three repeating every word they hear, accepting them as real.
Two beginning to strip.
One whispering: “Kneel before your Goddess.”
Which number are you?
Do you have a favorite number? I honestly don’t know as I never really gave much thought to it. Maybe it’s six because I was born in June. Or maybe it’s two because I’m a Gemini and therefore have a dual personality. If I wanted to I could probably think of silly reasons for each and every number that came to mind, but that’s not really the point of this. Countdowns are extremely popular among hypnosis and mind control fetishists and I wanted to use one again, period.
Fetid
“My stomach!” Clark rushed to the bathroom.
“How long are you going to continue punishing him, Marjorie?” Sophia asked.
“Until he admits he cheated on me.”
“Okay, but did you really have to give him constant diarrhea?”
“It’s all in his head,” she waved her pendant.
“Tell that to his ass,” Sophia covered her nose.
Today’s piece stinks. Yes, it certainly does. It’s part toilet humor, part revenge story with a little bit of kink added to the mix. Don’t ask me how it came to be because I don’t know. The idea just appeared out of thin air, I grabbed it and turned it into this. It’s positively silly and that’s the reason why I like it.
Webnosis
Error Code: 032-1820
Cannot confirm the security of the certificate for this page.
Allow connection anyway? (This is not recommended.)
Not much for recommendations, Brad opened the blog, saw the pictures, read the tales, and went to bed, dreaming of spirals. Nothing wrong happened.
Why he woke up wearing makeup and panties he’ll never know.
An error is at the origin of today’s entry. Yes, an error. I tried to access my site earlier today through the web browser of a Nintendo 3DS system and was greeted by a rather uncharacteristic message that immediately stirred my imagination. Don’t worry, you’re perfectly safe when you drop by to read my writings but what if it were the site of a skillful and somewhat mischievous Domme? Hmmm… yes, what would happen then? Well, perhaps something like this.