Year 3 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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The Air That He Breathes
“Congratulations on discovering ‘dephlogisticated air’, Mr. Priestley, although Lavoisier’s term for it – oxygen – is way easier on the tongue,” the time-travelling hypnotist said.
“What are you doing here, Miss?” The minister/theologian asked.
“Experimenting as well. Today, I’m going to help you discover blissful Femdom Hypnosis.”
He gasped for air as his will burned away.
Early update today because I’ve been up for a while, developing a few ideas. It’s August 1st and on this very same day, in the year of 1774. Joseph Priestly discovered oxygen.
The free-thinking English chemist and maverick theologian was hugely productive in research and widely notorious in philosophy. Amongst other things, he invented carbonated water and the rubber eraser, identified a dozen key chemical compounds, and wrote an important early paper about electricity. However, his unorthodox religious writings and his support for the American and French revolutions enraged his countrymen so much that he was forced to flee England in 1794. He eventually settled in Pennsylvania where he continued to do his researches until the day he died.
In a series of experiments culminating in 1774, Priestley found that “air is not an elementary substance, but a composition,” or mixture, of gases. One of them was the colorless and highly reactive gas he called “dephlogisticated air,” to which the great French chemist Antoine Lavoisier would soon give the name “oxygen.”
This the historical premise of this one, and the reason for some of the references contained in the text. As always when it comes to playing with History, it made sense for my rogue character to do her thing. Helping men discover their place as mindless hypnotized servants is her primary kink after all and I know you like it when she does that so I hope you enjoyed this one, too.
Slavenapping
Aaron screamed inside the garage.
“You kidnapped me!”
“No, I didn’t, because you’re not a kid,” Brenda grinned.
“Then what did you do?”
“I slavenapped you, obviously.”
“No, you didn’t, because I’m not your slave!”
“That’s what the syringes are for.”
She grabbed one and got to work. Late that night, he went slavenapping, too.
Do you have kidnapping fantasies? I don’t even though the idea of being forcefully dominated has a certain appeal in the darkest corners of my psyche. Kidnapping fantasies are very popular though and from descriptions I’ve read online, I know they can be quite intense. Today’s snippet was obviously inspired by them but then the silly humor came into play. I’m definitely not a kid.
Yes, I made up a word for the title but it’s a good word and a good verb, too. Often, brainwashing and indoctrination scenarios include the aftermath which is for the newly-converted to start converting others too, unable to resist the programming installed. I made a nod to it as well because it’s a classic of the genre and I respect classics a lot even if I tend to do my own thing with them. I’ll do my own thing again when I add another piece to this ongoing challenge.
Subtle
“This heat is unbearable,” Jackie noted. “I wish it would subside.”
“Me too,” Adam said.
“Since it doesn’t seem like it will, I wish someone would fan me right now.”
“Me too.”
“I wish that someone was you.”
“Me too… wait!”
“Too late. You already agreed.”
“True.”
“I love subtle brainwashing.”
“Me too,” he blushed.
There’s a heat wave going on around here and I have quite the headache on account of a terrible night’s sleep. In some parts of the country, the temperatures have risen to 44ºC or 111ºF. It’s a bit overkill but the show must go on. I don’t want anyone to fan me but I wouldn’t mind fanning a beautiful lady right now.
Because I found myself thinking about fans, this cute scenario came to mind. Sometimes, you don’t need much to get someone to agree with you. A few directed sentences destined to elicit a sense of compliance right from the bat can go a long way, even more so if you already have a predisposition for obedience or just enjoy having your thoughts dictated by another. I think it’s obvious Adam has both things going on. He doesn’t complain, but rather blushes and then does what he is told to do. I suspect that if she chooses to turn up the heat instead, he’ll go down on her in a heartbeat instead of fanning her.
Good Thing…
“Don’t want your tea?” Jane asked.
“The last cup was drugged,” Xavier replied.
“You’re a better slave when you’re drugged.”
“Perhaps you should be the slave tonight.”
“Women don’t serve men, silly. It’s the other way around.”
“Not drinking that, sorry.”
“Good thing I drugged the salad too, then.”
It was a good thing, indeed.
It’s still very hot around here. In fact, I think it’s worse than yesterday. I’m sweating like a dozen pigs right now (and not just one) and frankly having a bit of a hard time breathing. It’s impossible to be outside right now and my house gets a bit hot during Summer so cool clothes and lots of fluids are the way to go, really.
I eat a lot of salads during the Summer and today I had one for lunch as well. As far as I know, it wasn’t drugged but I can’t say the same about the ice tea (just kidding!) My concentration levels aren’t that great today but surely that’s a result of the heat as well and not of any nefarious scheme going on. It’s probably too hot to be a mindless slave as well, too.
If you’re suffering from the heat too, please take all the precautions to keep yourself safe. I’m going to try to do some writing a little later in the afternoon because I have a few writing projects going on but right now I need to rest a bit.