Tracking Beacon
“Cameron’s doppelgänger stared at him.
“Greetings. I’ve come from your future. In 2029, a group of female warrior aliens will find this planet through a modified tracking beacon and brainwash thousands of men. You will be the first to succumb.”
“So is this a warning?” Present day Cameron asked.
“No. I just planted the beacon.”
By now you know I love sci-fi. You also know I love the concept of time travel as whole otherwise I wouldn’t have created the time-travelling hypnotist. I also love the idea of temporal paradoxes even though they make my head hurt and sometimes, my stories don’t feature a direct form of mind control but rather an indirect one. Women are always present though even if you don’t hear them all the time.
Combine all these elements and this idea was born. It’s a femdom bootstrap paradox of sorts, I guess, but does it really matter when the outcome is inevitable?
Lower
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, Colonel?”
“There’s something off about this conversation.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Major.”
“I don’t believe that for a second. You’re always on the loop about everything.”
“Don’t you mean I put everyone on a loop, Captain?”
“That too. Damn! Why can’t I remember?”
“No idea, Second Lieutenant,” she laughed.
Just a random confusion game. If people can be made to forget their names or act like someone else entirely, then making them believe their rank is something other than the real one with each sentence is child’s play. Alexandra is silly that way and so am I. Poor General Hayes can’t seem to catch a break.
And yes, I know the down-ranking skips a couple of steps along the way but I used the ones I liked the most and also the ones that allowed to maintain the word limit of the challenge so…
Hypnotic Checkmate
Stella had said: “the secret to win at chess is to plan ahead.”
However, she had also said: “If you don’t checkmate me in ten moves, I’ll turn you into my mindless plaything.”
“Oh fuck!” Gary thought. “Not like this. Nine moves… no, eight… fuck, fuck, fuck!”
Stella smiled happily knowing she had already won.
The little intro above says it all. I’m a chess enthusiast although I was never much for studying openings, tactics, and whatnot. I just like the game.
Anticipation can be a bitch but it’s also a powerful weapon to either make someone focus or distract them long enough for suggestions to kick in.
Would you like to play a game or two?
Muse Talk – Screened
“Uh-oh.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Your writer doesn’t want to write today.”
“Why do you say that?”
“He’s just staring at the screen, drooling. Shouldn’t you do something about it?”
“No, I already did.”
“Huh? What did you do?”
“Made him believe he had a screen to look at, what else?”
“Wait, so how did I…?”
“Gotcha!”
All writers have days when they don’t want to write at all. Unlike what many people think, writing is hard and it can get pretty lonely too. I’m not immune to those moments but, luckily, they’re few and far-between even more so due to the fact that daily updates are a thing around here so…
Anyway, if you’re probably wondering what’s up with the Muses, allow me to tell a story once more. When I first started writing daily femdom hypnosis and mind control micro-fiction back in January 1st 2016 (Yes, it’s been that long already!), the first piece I wrote as part of the first year of this challenge had two unnamed Muses talking about an unnamed writer and one of them plants the idea in his head to write stories such as these. The Muses appeared on several other occasions messing with his head but after awhile stopped being recurring characters because I couldn’t come up with anything in which their presence made sense.
Well, today I was able to, courtesy of a little flash of white that took over the laptop screen when I booted up. No, I didn’t drool. I’m not good at that. And yes, the Muses play with one another, too.