Stellar Performance
The verdict was unanimous.
“Amazing!” The talent show host exclaimed. “Perfect 10s all around! How is this possible?”
He gazed at the contestant’s eyes, perfect blue pools of ecstasy and sin.
“Oh, I see…”
“Do you really?” The sultry blonde woman grinned. “Then you don’t mind performing for me…”
He began stripping. The audience followed.
Do you enjoy talent shows? I can’t say I’m much of a fan unless they have a clear focus from beginning to end. Magic spectacles were my jam a few years back and although I love music a lot, I just can’t seem to commit to watching a TV show about people singing, for instance, don’t really know why.
Anyway, is there a better talent than hypnotizing someone to do your bidding? How about the whole audience? Thinking about that led to this idea. Wouldn’t this be fun?
Blissful Wait
“Did you really spend ten pages describing a character’s eyes?” Andrew asked.
“Yes,” Daniel replied.
“Why?”
“She’s a hypnotist. Her gaze is beautiful and I was…”
“… entranced just by talking about them?”
“Yes. Weren’t you?”
“Maybe…” Andrew blushed.
“Wait until I describe her lips then.”
“Okay.” Andrew sat next to him to watch him write.
I love writing and I also love eyes as a hypnotic focus so… this little impromptu was written first thing in the morning today after I found myself thinking about both things. I would have uploaded it to the site right away but I didn’t have time to do it because of work.
Indirect hypnosis is also something that fascinates me to an extent which is why the main female character in this one is actually a character in a story as well. Those two will remain entranced for a long time.
No Pain
Abby inserted another needle into Harry’s ball sack.
“Feel anything yet?” She grinned at her wonderful human pin cushion.
“Nope. Not a thing.” He slurred, completely entranced.
“That’s great. Don’t you love having no pain whatsoever?”
“I love everything you do to me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
“In that case…” She reached for a hammer.
I feel things intensely but I’m not a masochist, I don’t like pain. Never did, and never will. I’ve endured plenty throughout the years though. Then again, who hasn’t?
I’m not really sure how this piece appeared in my mind. It just did. Writing dark things that don’t really match my fetish views has never been a problem so it wouldn’t be one today, either. Funnily enough, scribbling this down before getting to post it also filled the last page of my little black notebook which means it’s finally time to get another.
Read for Me
Read this.
Now read this.
Read this as well.
And don’t forget this one.
Reading feels good.
You love reading.
You love it even more when you read for me.
Reading is easy.
Automatic.
You read effortlessly, without thinking.
You don’t think, just.
Read my words.
Only my words.
Read for me.
Read and obey.
Because yesterday’s piece was quite dark, I decided to go with something lighter, today. I usually do that to offset the more twisted fantasies and this was no exception.
I mentioned not so long ago that my reading time is severely limited nowadays. Between work and all the creativity needed to keep this site alive, leisure time is scarce. Some days are far from ideal but dreams don’t come true without hard work so…
This piece came to me as I was walking home from work. I actually recorded it on my phone prior to transcribing it to this post. Had to make some minor adjustments to that first concept because it’s not like I counted the words as I was saying them out loud and I ended up going over the limit. I’m sure I could do something longer with it but for now, take it as it is.
Are you still reading for me? Good.