Call of the Wild
“Welcome to Hypnotic Mansion,” the sultry feminine voice said. “Please choose your fetish.”
“Press A for Amnesia.”
“Press B for Boobnosis.”
“Press C for Confusion.”
“Press D…”
Bored, Justin hit the letter Z just for fun. Forty minutes later, he woke up, dying to fuck a goose.
He should have remembered Zoophilia was a thing.
Just a random little thing that came to me. Zoophilia is most certainly not something I’m into but I wanted to go with a Z fetish and that turned out to be it. Hopefully, Justin wakes up from his trance before doing something he’ll regret for the rest of his life. (I’m sure he will.)
Her Vacations
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“Vacations are finally over, huh?”
“Actually, they’re just beginning.”
“Excuse me?”
“Yes, you’re giving me the rest of the year off.”
“There’s no way that’s happening!”
“Are you sure?”
“Of course!”
“We’ll see…” She snapped her fingers.
The General blinked and looked at the calendar. It was already Christmas.
“Fuck…” He sighed.
One more impromptu for the count. During Summer months, I usually have Alexandra going around different countries on her vacations, always wreaking havoc. With all the pandemic stuff still happening around the globe, I chose not to go down that route this year but I still wanted her to have some fun so…
What do you think? Did the General really lose all those months or is she just playing with his head again?
August Night
“If a June night could talk, it would probably boast it invented romance…” Bernard mused.
“Cute…” Jenny replied, looking him straight in the eyes. “But since you’re so poetic, what would an August night say?”
“That… that it invented femdom hypnosis?” He gulped.
“Good answer.” She cooed.
It was the hottest night of his life.
By now, you know I love to use quotes as sources of inspiration so I did it again. The opening line is from Bernard Williams, a 20th-century English philosopher and yes, I named the main male character after him. I studied some of this author’s work many moons back, one of which was the volume entitled Problem of the Self. Quite an interesting read if the topic of personal identity is something that appeals to you though it gets a bit heavy at times – you’ve been warned.
Anyway, reading the quote again brought about this one. I hope you liked it.
Infinity
Gregory blinked. June stood next to herself, the two women waving a pendant.
“Oh God, I’m seeing double!”
“How about triple?” Another identical copy flashed in his mind’s eye.
“Oh wow, you really want me to go deep this time, don’t you?”
“You can say that…” They all grinned.
Infinity was only one trance away.
Not really sure, just one of those ideas that simply came to me. I suppose if a person is susceptible to a certain type of hypnotic imagery (say a beautiful woman holding a pendant) then it stands to reason that doubling or tripling the effect makes it even more powerful, right? However, even though the third time’s the charm, why stop at three?
Yeah, Gregory’s mind is about to be turned into mush. Would you like to be in his shoes?