New Addiction
“I heard you’re using again…” Jim said.
“You heard wrong,” Alex replied. “I don’t do drugs any more. I found a healthy addiction..”
“Oh?”
“I serve a Hypnodomme. Ever since she controlled my mind, I also got a new job, and lost fifteen pounds.”
“Damn, now I want a Hypnodomme, too!”
“That can be arranged…”
True story. A couple of days ago, a co-worker got arrested, charged with possession with intent to supply. It was quite a shock, and the repercussions will be severe. That got me thinking about addictions and how they can pretty much ruin our lives if we let them. The best way to stop that from writing is to get addicted to healthy stuff, things that matter, things that improve who we are. Sometimes, having a dominant force in your life is just what’s needed. Being a Domme is not just being a sex worker, it’s so much more, hypnosis or not.
This piece is for all Dommes and all the people whose lives were improved over the years by their skillful control.
Her Letter
“A letter? What’s this, the 20th century?” Paul mumbled. He opened the envelope and read:
“Hi, dear, you’re probably wondering why I sent you this…”
“Well, d’oh!”
“… but would you smell my new hypnotic fragrance when I’m halfway across the world? Call me when you’re ready to submit.”
XOXO
Anne”
It took only five seconds.
When was the last time you received a letter from someone? Or wrote one yourself? I’m not talking about anniversary postcards or something like that but actual letters. It’s probably been a while, huh? We live in a digital age and it’s far easier to shoot an e-mail or hit a messaging service than to actually put pen in hand and write a letter.
I’m not sure why I remembered this but I did, and that opening line came to me the moment that happened. Letters are pretty much ancient history by now but daily micro-fiction is a reality. I hope you had fun.
Soul Snatcher
“You’re robbing me?” Janet asked, surprised. “Take everything except what’s in that safe, please!”
“Oh?” the crook retorted. “Open it.”
“But I said…”
“I don’t care. open it!”
She did. A giant emerald sat inside, glowing unnaturally. He stared and lost himself.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you… slave!”
He never said anything ever again.
An impromptu inspired by the image above. That’s one hell of a precious stone, isn’t it? Work week is almost over again. Looking forward to my off days for more quality time writing and doing other creative stuff.
Natürlich
“Alexandra?”
“Ja, General?”
“How are things over there in Germany?”
“Wunderbar!”
“I see. I know you’re on vacation and all but you wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with the group of old Nazi supporters that went missing this weekend, would you?”
“Vielleicht…”
“Forced hypnosis and brainwashing, huh?”
“Natürlich.”
“Well, carry on then.”
“Danke.”
The last time she was around I did say Alexandra was going on holidays once more and I’m a man of my word. As I found myself thinking where she would go next, I “traveled” to many different places in my mind and Germany was the one that resonated the most this time around. The idea of having her speak nothing but German in the tale only came after I had written the English version down. Luckily, I did study German in high school for three years so it wasn’t hard to do the translation myself. If you’re having trouble understanding her, the original take is below and yes, her brand of “justice” remains unstoppable.
Naturally
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“How are things over there in Germany?”
“Wonderful!”
“I see. I know you’re on vacation and all but you wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with the group of old Nazi supporters that went missing this weekend, would you?”
“Perhaps…”
“Forced hypnosis and brainwashing, huh?”
“Naturally.”
“Well, carry on then.”
“Thanks.”