Year 1 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 August 1st and August 31st.
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Muse Talk VIII
“Checking up on my writer again?”
“Yeah. It’s weird though. He’s just frozen, like a statue. I thought you wanted him to be creative and productive for you.”
“I do but, sometimes, it’s funny to leave him, helpless and vulnerable, waiting for something to happen.”
“And is it going to?”
“That would be telling, dear.”
This time around, the Muses decided to give a whole new meaning to the expression “writer’s block”. And if there was more than one writer involved, we’d have a block of writers as well and… I’m going to stop with the silly remarks now.
Bytten
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“Isn’t it curious that every computer on the premises has hypnotic spirals as screensavers now?”
“Yes, but you should talk to Daniels. He’s the IT expert, not me.”
“I already did, and he was quite… distracted. Did you take a bite out of his mind?”
“More like thousands of bytes,” she grinned.
Alexandra isn’t one for hacking computers unless one considers the human brain (and mind) as such. This is her having a bit of mischief once again and of course the pun in the title is intended. Did you really expect anything else from me by now?
Soothing
“Here?” Claire asked.
“Y-yes,” Jake grumbled.
“I’ll make the pain go away,”
Lavender oil in hand, she gently rubbed his back, circles upon circles of soothing numbness.
“Everything’s going away, soon,” she insisted. “Close your eyes.”
And as he did, the circles became spirals, her voice a sensual whisper, and the world a waking dream…
I hurt my back on this day and wrote this as a bit of wishful thinking. That is all.
Transformation
“With the strongest of lights, one can dispel the world.” – Franz Kafka.
It’s unlikely the Prague-born author was talking about mind control, but Alexis didn’t care. With each chromatic assault, the subject’s perception became narrower, resistance sinking into the shadows, mindlessness glowing like the sun over their throbbing, desperate cocks. The slave metamorphosis was underway.
If you’ve read Kafka’s works in the past, you’re well aware they can be a bit… strange. I don’t know why that particular quote led me to write what I did, truth be told, but the end result is strange as well. I very much doubt he would approve my efforts though.