September 2018

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 September 1st and September 30th.

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A Girl's Color

A Girl’s Color

“Mandy!”
“What is it, Luke?”
“Have you seen my shirt anywhere?”
“Which one?”
“The striped blue.”
Mandy frowned. “No, but I have this pink, here.”
“Eww.”
“What’s wrong with pink?”
“It’s a girl’s color, sis.”
“Oh, you shouldn’t have said that,” the hypnotist noted.
Luke wore pink all weekend long. Or should I say Lucina?

It had been a while since Mandy and her brother showed up in one of these so I made up my mind early on I would write a piece starring them but I had no idea what that piece would be.

Whilst looking at my wardrobe, I saw an old pink shirt lying there. It was a gift from an ex-girlfriend, one I practically never wore because I’m not fond of pink, sorry. No, I don’t think it’s exclusively a girl’s color, but I just don’t like it and it dawned on me that Luke wouldn’t like it either.

The rest, as they say, is history. If feminization is your thing, then I’m sure you liked this one


Where Are You?

Where Are You?

Hello? Where are you? I can’t see you, I can’t hear you.
“But you can feel me…”
Yes, but I don’t know where you are.
“Where I’ve always been, pet. Inside, within, at the root of your thoughts. You know my name.”
Muse?
“And Mistress. And Goddess. And Love. And Obedience. Obey.”
As you wish.

Something different for today’s challenge piece. It was inspired by my love of Muses and also the way I write some of my stories, sometimes. I like to have the character’s inner monologues come out to play, their doubts, their ambitions, their desires, their frustrations… I like to go deep inside to reveal what’s there, especially the confusing bits, the turmoil that defines them.

Hypnosis is also a way to go inside, to unearth fascinations, instill new ideas. Through hypnosis, characters can be born, new personas brought to life. The mind bends to words, feelings, reality bends to it all.

If you think the above piece has nothing to do with Femdom Hypnosis, think again. It’s meant to represent that inner life, whispered suggestions, ideas coming forth. At the beginning, the narrator is lost because of her apparent absence but then her words, reflected from the inside, comfort him, lull him, make thoughts bloom again. Real Dommes are inspirational more than just whips and chains. You know that is true, and that’s why I wrote it the way I did.

It’s a metaphor but it’s true. Thank you for reading.


Cock Parmesan

Cock Parmesan

“My stomach hurts!” Brandon said.
“Probably something you ate…” Hannah noted.
“I don’t remember anything after you hypnotized me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah… What did I eat?”
“Cock Parmesan.”
“Cock? Not chicken?”
“Nope,” she laughed.
“I’m going to be sick,” he rushed into the bathroom.
She would have to introduce him to her French friends next time.

Okay, first of all let me say this story gave a new meaning to the expression “having Italian” or “eating Italian”. Cock-sucking is a common fantasy in the hypno-scene, not one I’m into, but I acknowledge it and respect those that are into that just like I respect any other parts of the fetish that don’t appeal to me.

So why did I write this one? Well, because as I always say, a good idea is a good idea and it shouldn’t go to waste so I ran with it. No, I don’t know the name of Hannah’s Italian friend – you’re going to have to ask her – but I do love Italian food though and I could go for a Chicken Parmesan right now. Yes, chicken, okay? If I made you hungry, I apologize. If I didn’t, I’ll try harder next time.


Earthquake

Earthquake

“Did you feel the earth shake?” Cameron asked.
“No, only your cock,” Diana replied. “It’s very obedient when in trance.”
“How obedient?”
“On a scale of one to ten, it’s definitely an eight.”
“Just eight?”
“It needs more training, dear. Want another earthquake right now?”
“Yes, please,” he whimpered.
Bed and body exploded as commanded.

Something strange happened at about 7 am. We had an earthquake. Yes, a 4.6 earthquake on the Richter scale was felt around here. It’s the third strongest earthquake in 50 years in my country, certainly the one I felt more intensely.

While seismic activity is quite natural in some countries, it’s not on mine. There are some fluctuations here and there but they barely make a dent on the instruments used to measure it. This time, it did, and yes, my bed shook. My dogs got scared but it was over in a heartbeat.

Nonetheless, aftershocks are to be expected so who knows what will happen next. Still, thinking about earthquakes gave me an idea and so this piece was born. Cocks can certainly shake from inside out when the trance state is deep and HFOs are the living proof of that. Admit it, you want one right now, don’t you?


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