Mesmeric Lust
Thomas moaned heavily. Mrs. Danes was riding his cock, dropping him in and out of trance with each passing breath.
He blinked to face the ceiling of his empty bedroom. Another dream or perhaps a memory from college years resurfacing. He didn’t know, but who cared?
Closing his eyes again, he surrendered to mesmeric lust.
Not sure where this story came from. I did have a strange dream last night but I’m pretty sure it involved something else other than hypnotic memories. Things are already blurry as I type this so I guess we’ll never know. Still, a dream like this wouldn’t be a bad thing, right?
Melting Minds
Roald Amundsen couldn’t be happier. He was the first explorer to reach the South Pole! History would always remember his accomplishments and… Fuck, was that a woman?!!
“Hi.” The time-traveling hypnotist waved.
“How is this possible?” He blabbered.
“I’m special. Guess what my specialty is?”
“What?”
“Melting minds.”
He had no choice but to agree.
Norwegian Roald Amundsen was indeed the first man to reach the South Pole and it happened on December 14th, 1911. His first goal was to have reached the North Pole but he was beaten by Robert Peary in 1909.
As History goes, Amundsen completed his preparations and in June 1910 sailed instead for Antarctica, where the English explorer Robert F. Scott was also headed with the aim of reaching the South Pole. In early 1911, Amundsen sailed his ship into Antarctica’s Bay of Whales and set up base camp 60 miles closer to the pole than Scott. In October, both explorers set off—Amundsen using sleigh dogs, and Scott employing Siberian motor sledges, Siberian ponies, and dogs. On December 14, 1911, Amundsen’s expedition won the race to the Pole and returned safely to base camp in late January.
However, as Horatia deals with alternative history and she has the power to go anywhere, I guess she beat him to it and then froze and melted him as many times as she liked. Being an irresistible hypnotist has its perks, right?
Weird Taste
Will laid down the cutlery and muttered:
“This pizza tastes weird.”
“Don’t like anchovies?” Gretchen asked.
“Love them but is that all you put in it?”
“What were you expecting?”
“Knowing your kinks, some mind-control drug or something.”
“I would never ruin a pizza like that.”
“Good.”
Too bad she never said anything about dessert.
The choice of anchovies pizza isn’t random as it’s actually my dinner tonight. It’s been a while since I had one and I believe my taste buds noticed just that. At first, the taste felt a little strange, but then it grew on me again. For some people, anchovies on top of pizza are sacrilegious, for others, it’s pineapple, banana, or something else. I’m not weird when it comes to that. In fact, I’ve yet to eat a pizza I haven’t enjoyed. I’m pretty sure mine wasn’t drugged as well.
Anyway, this was written as I was getting it ready. It seemed appropriate to go this way. It still does.
Just Four
“I love your new shoes!” Clarice exclaimed.
“Thank you,” Ashley responded. “A hypnoslave bought them for me.”
“And the purse?”
“Another hypnoslave.”
“The jacket too?”
“Yep.”
“Wow! How many hypnoslaves do you have anyway?”
“Just four… for now.”
“What did the other one give you then?”
“She’s about to buy me dinner.”
Clarice silently complied.
Partially inspired by a true story. This was written during my lunch break after hearing a woman compliment another on her new pair of shoes. I’m pretty sure they weren’t talking about hypnoslaves but when it comes to fantasies they always are. The f/f element of surprise at the end was just to change things up a little
This of course reminds me of letting you know that you should get something for your Domme if you haven’t already. Your owner deserves it, does she not? Get to it right after finishing reading this sentence.