Anyone Can do It
“Anyone can do it, really. Anyone can sink, anyone can drift, anyone can have their inhibitions shattered, thoughts rewritten. Not everyone can give a blowjob to themselves like you’re doing right now but what’s this camera is for, to record your hypnotic achievements. Don’t forget to smile,” she commanded.
He didn’t forget to cum either.
Another impromptu although I think having seen a piece of news about a circus troupe earlier today helped. I’ve always admired contortionists, the way they’re able to master the shape of their bodies in such graceful – and sometimes, uncanny – ways. No, I never dreamed of becoming one for the circus life is not for me but it’s still amazing to watch.
As for the opening segment, I didn’t used to believe in hypnosis, believe it or not. I enjoyed writing fantastic tales about it but that was it. I know it works now and it can be used for amazing things. Perhaps the one described in this tale is not the best example of it… or perhaps it is if kinky stuff is your thing. I hope you enjoyed this one.
Wrestling
Their hands were locked in a test of strength.
“I’m taking this one, Di,” Alan smirked.
“Really? Then why is your arm getting lighter?”
“You said you wouldn’t use hypnosis!”
“My arm didn’t,” Diana laughed.
Five seconds later, he folded.
“Another round?”
“No need. You can go down right now.”
Tongue wrestling was better anyway.
This is a sort of a sequel to another piece written earlier this year. If you’ve been keeping up with this challenge, you probably remember Rock, Paper, Trance, in which a game of Rock, Paper, Scissors rapidly becomes something else. Well, the two characters came to mind again and this was born. Catching a bit of actual Wrestling on TV last night probably helped cement the word in me at least, and my subconscious did the rest. Perhaps they’ll play other types of games before the year is done. We’ll see.
Hypnotic Retcon
Clark met Jenna. She had an enthralling voice.
Jenna was the one, the love of his life.
Then, Clark met Ashley. She had hypnotic eyes.
Ashley was the one, the love of his life.
Then, Clark met Tracy. She had mesmerizing breasts.
Tracy was the one, the love of his life.
Then, Clark met Patty…
The original idea in my head was for this to be a romantic piece but then, all of a sudden, there were a bunch of characters wanting to play along and the romance turned into a succession of trance states. At this point, Clark’s mind is so warped he doesn’t even know who he loves any more. Perhaps, deep inside, he loves them all, and if they all happen to get together to test his devotion and obedience, well… I’ll leave you wondering about that one.
Planet Submission
“… and that is why you’re submissive to me,” Clara said.
“That’s ridiculous,” Mark said, befuddled.
“And yet you’re still submissive so…”
“… it must be true.”
“Exactly.”
“Did you just convince him he’s submissive because of a planetary alignment?” Clara’s sister whispered in her ear.
“Last week it was because he’s a Patriots fan,” Clara grinned.
I’ve been re-watching some old episodes of The X-Files, namely the humorous ones. I saw Syzygy again last night before going to bed, remember that one? Well, may be you don’t from the title alone unless you really like the show like I do. It’s the episode where a rare planetary alignment causes two best friends that were born on the same day to develop weird psychokinetic abilities that lead to murderous intents. All people in the city they live in all start to behave weirdly too, and even Mulder and Scully start to bicker with one another all the time and whatnot.
It’s certainly not the funniest of episodes although the Mulder and Scully banter is entertaining. The planetary alignment thing stuck though. When your mind had been fucked with, it’s pretty easy to believe everything you’re told even the weirdest things which is why I ended up writing what I did. I hope you had fun.