Year 6 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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Running Away
Johanna frowned when she saw Darren crawl up her bed, followed by Nick and Tim. One moment, they were in their designated spots in the bedroom, and the next they were almost crushing her, seeking refuge from the storm.
Perhaps training her hypnoslaves to be afraid of thunder hadn’t been a good idea after all.
True story. Yesterday’s weather report claimed that September would arrive with heavy rain and thunderstorms, and so it did. The foul weather began at around three am and when you have two dogs in the house that are petrified of such phenomena, it’s not hard to understand what came after, right?
Seeing the weather continued to be nasty for a while and I had to do my best to calm them down, I barely got any sleep, which is certainly not what I needed on the day I had to return to work, but life with pets has its challenges and I love them very much so I’ll always endure them no matter what.
Anyway, this piece came to me as I lay in bed with the two of them next to me trying to get comfortable. Instead of dogs, we have men, though some will argue they’re pretty much the same.
I Don’t Remember
Danielle touched Amber’s forehead and said, “Tell me what you dreamed last night.”
“I don’t remember.”
“You don’t?”
“No. And I have no memories of getting to your place today either.”
“Good.”
“You think?”
“Yes, and it’s about to get even better.”
Danielle touched Amber’s forehead again. She doesn’t remember anything that happened last month.
Time for another lunch break impromptu, I guess. Today’s ideas all orbited around themes of consensual kink. Two of them will appear in next week’s Micro-Fiction Monday. This is the third one and I have a feeling Amber’s memories won’t be coming back any time soon.
All Your Words…
“All the monsters attacked and when they were about to shred Daniel to pieces…”
“… his hypnotic girlfriend came to the rescue and enslaved them all,” Greta laughed.
“Why do you insert yourself in every story I tell?” Daniel grumbled.
“Because all your words are mine,” she smiled.
The writer nodded and got back to work.
Just being cheeky, I suppose. On many occasions, I have no real clue where my ideas come from. I make educated guesses based on feelings and things I’ve experienced but, sometimes, they feel like they’ve come from somewhere else with bits and pieces of this alternate hypnotic reality manifesting here and there. If this is true to me, perhaps it’s true to other writers and creative people alike out there so I chose to address the idea in this simple tale.
The Package
Hypno-Goddess Marjorie’s collection of dildos lay before William’s eyes, covered in drool. He was almost afraid to ask but he did it, anyway,
“Did I suck them all?”
“You took care of this batch, yes,” she waved his credit card, “but then you bought me some more.”
The studio’s doorbell rang. The package had arrived.
This a really late update today because when I arrived home from work today, my internet was down and it remained down for a while. It’s actually kind of ironic considering one of the pieces of yesterday’s Flash Fiction Friday actually dealt with a faulty connection. Am I becoming a psychic or something? Nah!
Anyhow, I barely had time to breathe until 7 pm today so this piece was written pretty much just now, another random impromptu that will either make you hate online orders or wish you were in William’s shoes. Which one will it be?