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 December 1st and December 31st.
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Family Warping
“Hello, Allison.”
“Hi, mom.”
“I just want to thank you for what you did to your father.”
“No problem. Hypnotizing him to be your slave was fun.”
“Yes, but I wonder if you did something to my mind as well.”
“Oh? Why do you say that?”
“Because I just bought a latex catsuit.”
“You’re welcome.”
Just a funny impromptu. I love the idea of families that hypno together and I have a friend of mine who would love to try a latex catsuit for size so I combined the two and… Today, is my day off so I’m not doing any more writing. Until tomorrow.
Private Affairs
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“Have you been using the base’s communications system for private hypnotic chats?”
“I don’t know… are there records of that?” She queried.
“Plenty, yes,” he showed her a folder with over one thousand transcripts.
“Then I say no.”
“You’re denying these chats happened?” His eyes widened.
“No. I’m denying they’re private.”
“Sigh…”
By now, you know I have a formula for these Alexandra Ryder snippets. They always begin the same way and end with a pun of sorts because she’s witty that way. Sometimes, when I’m mulling down ideas for new entries in this challenge, I type the first two sentences to see if Alexandra has something to say. When an idea pops, I try to run with it although seeing she’s a hypnotist and all perhaps I’m just following her suggestions without thinking. It wouldn’t be the first time a mesmerizing muse took control and I have no clue when the last will be.
Anyway, she’s right, isn’t she? The concept of privacy implies a certain level of secrecy and if her shenanigans are out in the open, then they’re no longer private, are they? Of course, seeing how she also loves to show off, I don’t really think she’s that bothered for having been exposed and chances are she would love to expose you, too.
Would you like to be on the far end of her humor and hypnotic playfulness? If your answer is “yes”, she already enthralled you and you don’t remember. If the answer is “no”, you’ll most likely change your mind if you keep reading her exploits.
The last month of this daily challenge is on. Do you want more in 2019 or is finally time to say goodbye to these? Food for thought.
Early Late
“I’m late,” Alice said.
“I’m not the father!” The Mad Hatter exclaimed.
“Did I say you were?” She dangled a pocket watch.
“Please tell me you didn’t fuck the White Rabbit.”
“I didn’t. I only mindfucked him. He comes early all the time now.”
Sitting by a bush, covered in jizz, The White Rabbit nodded.
I recently wrote a draft for Part 2 of Untold Stories: Snow White, a wacky tale where the good side of Snow White goes to sleep and only a vixen remains to wreak havoc on all the minds at her disposal. That particular piece was commissioned by a patron of mine but I ended it on a semi-cliffhanger. Well, that cliffhanger will be resolved, soon, and new wacky versions of well-known characters will be making an appearance, soon.
Because I have plenty of other ideas for devious fairy-tales, this piece came to be. If I do Alice my way, something like this will definitely be a part of it but I haven’t reached that far yet so consider this a possible appetizer for more untold stories where your childhood memories are turned upside down.
Are you looking forward to it? I hope so.
I Don’t Clean
“Amanda!”
“Yes, Jeff?”
“This house is a mess.”
“I know.”
“Why?”
“Because you haven’t been doing your chores.”
“I don’t remember agreeing to that.”
“You asked for an FLR. I don’t clean, you do.”
“When did I ask for an FLR?”
“When I hypnotized you into wanting it.”
“But…”
“The vacuum cleaner is over there.”
I decided early on that I wanted to do an all-dialogue piece today but had no idea what to write about. As I looked at my bookshelves and discovered a few specks of dust starting to pile up, this little snippet came to me.
Yes, Jeff may have been tricked from the start but you don’t really feel sorry for him, do you? What will tomorrow’s piece be all about? Only one way to find out. See you then.