Yes or No?
“Yes or no?” Marjorie asked.
“Yes or no to what?” Saul inquired.
“Yes or no?”
“What is the question?”
“Yes or no?”
“No.”
“So you don’t want to be my hypnoslave?”
“No, I mean, yes.”
“Yes or no?”
“Yes.”
“I’m glad you agreed to strip for me now.”
“No… I… yes.”
He was glad, too.
Asking vague questions is an easy way to confuse someone and confusion can be a powerful weapon to control someone’s thoughts. I’ve talked about stuff like this in the past and if I continue to do so it’s because it’s a very interesting plot device to explore in micro-fiction pieces such as this one.
Breaking a Record
“I can’t believe it’s been one hundred days since my last orgasm,” Cameron remarked.
“Wow, I didn’t know you had it in you,” His brother, Darren, said.
“It’s all Melissa’s doing.”
“Oh… Chastity device?”
“Hypnosis.”
“Yikes! Any other kinks I should know?”
“I’m craving cock right now… Run!”
Darren broke the 100 metres world record.
No, I’m not talking from experience, this is just a silly impromptu. I do know some people in the fetish worlds who have been in chastity for far longer than one hundred days but the real reason why I used that number and not another one should be quite clear. It’s been 100 days since the 2018 writing challenge began. If one adds the pieces written in 2016 and 2017, it’s been 831 consecutive days of micro-fiction erotica. I don’t know how I keep going but I do, and I wish to continue but, for that, my site needs to grow. The truth is if I’m unable to do just that, I might have to pull the plug on things sooner or later and I don’t want that as it would be quite a devastating blow to me. Wish me luck in continuing to fight the good fight, if you please.
Uneventful
“How was Mandy’s hypno-party last Saturday?” Mark inquired.
“Uneventful,” James replied.
“Is that so?”
“Yeah. She used a special microphone to put us under, and an orgy ensued. The police was called in and became a part of it all. I have some pictures. Look.”
Mark’s jaw dropped.
“Like I said, uneventful,” James concluded, yawning.
I’m going to start by saying this has not been a good day for me so far. I’m feeling a bit under the weather, my thoughts a bit fuzzy. Humor is a good way to counteract stuff like that which is why I felt the need to do it again. Wondering if you think this was uneventful as well.
Hard Limits
“Pass me the salt,” Evelyn commanded.
Trevor obeyed.
“Hump the table,” Evelyn commanded.
Trevor obeyed.
“Crawl under the table and lick my shoes,” Evelyn commanded.
Trevor obeyed.
“Does he do everything you command?” Her mother asked.
“Almost everything. He’s my hypnoslave but he has a few hard limits.”
“Such as…?”
“He still doesn’t eat spinach.”
I used to say I didn’t like spinach but, as it turns out, I do. Raw spinach in salads are delicious. People change, tastes change but some things are constant. In real life, hypnosis can make you more willing to accept certain things if you already have a predisposition for them but deep ingrained limits, things you morally object to, won’t make you budge. I could have written something serious about it all but isn’t a bit of humor better?