Sweet Medicine
Jonah swallowed two pills with a glass of water. His head still hurt from the morning concussion but his thoughts were getting clearer.
Dr. Winters was such a lovely woman, always looking out for him. He had to pamper and obey her.
He took two more pills and continued to fall deeper under her control.
You saw the words morning concussion there, didn’t you? Well, I got one of those, today. It happened around breakfast time. I banged my head really hard against one of the kitchen cabinets and saw the whole world spinning. As the pain didn’t seem to want to go away, I called a cab and went to the hospital to be checked out. I did get a mild concussion out of the whole thing and I still have a bit of lingering pain here and there. I’ve also been prescribed some pills in case I get dizzy spells in the next couple of days. I hope not.
I wish I could say my doctor was a sexy mind-controller female but alas, it was a bearded man who looked quite tired. I took no pleasure in spending most of the morning in the hospital but it could have been way worse. The ache will disappear eventually. Anyway, needless to say, this episode inspired this one. It really had to.
And now there are only ten days left.
The Present
Barry shook the early Christmas present. As he did, the wrapping paper came undone.
“One peek won’t hurt, right?” He thought.
He opened it and sighed. Nothing except a note from Ava and a whiff of her perfume.
“Empty, just like you. I knew you couldn’t resist.” It read.
Barry smiled as his thoughts disappeared.
Have you finished your Christmas shopping yet? And did you include your Domme on that list? I certainly hope so.
Anyway, not much to say about this one other that was written first thing in the morning. I took care of my shopping last month but I only got to wrap a few things yesterday evening and I guess doing so must have let something lingering on the back of my mind. I never got an empty box as a present but I did receive a few unexpected ones over the years. One of my favorites was a puzzle depicting Tutankhamun’s golden effigy that came in an almost sarcophagus-like wooden box. It was quite fun, but so would be to lose one’s thoughts to a powerful hypnotic woman over the holidays.
Nine days to go. Did you ever have any doubts I would conclude year 5? I didn’t.
Interesting Dreams
Carrie waved a hand before her brother’s blank eyes.
“Is he really under?”
“Absolutely,” Willa replied.
“Now what?”
“Do whatever you want.”
“And he won’t resist?”
“No. He’s too suggestible and yearns to be used. He has… interesting dreams with you, sometimes.”
“Me too.”
“Get busy then.” The hypnotist smirked and closed the bedroom door.
Another bit of randomness. Incest isn’t really a kink of mine but it’s appreciated by many so this ended up developing the way I did. I’m an only child, well… sort of. My mother gave birth to another baby when I was seven but he was born with a congenital heart defect and, at the time, medicine wasn’t as advanced as it is now so he died two days later. I never actually saw him though I remember first finding out about the pregnancy and being somewhat disappointed it was a boy. I actually wanted a sister. Had I gotten one, I wonder what she would think of me writing stories such as this.
Anyway, what happens behind closed bedroom doors in this story stays behind them. Enjoy your fantasies and have fun. The year is almost up and better days will come for everyone.
The countdown is now at eight days. I better get started preparing the fireworks.
O Christmas Tree
“O Christmas Tree, O Christmas Tree, How lovely are thy branches!”, Ellen sang.
Responding to the hypnotic trigger, Hank hugged the farthest corner of the room, arms outstretched.
“Hey!” Nadine cried. “You promised no human trees this year!”
“No, I promised you wouldn’t be one…” Ellen smirked. “… but I do need a Rudolph.”
Nadine blushed.
Yes, Christmas is only tomorrow but we celebrate it today here as well. I don’t have a tree set up because my youngest dog sometimes thinks he’s a cat and wrecks everything up so I wrote about the best kind of trees there are: hypnotized men.
Wouldn’t a powerful hypnotic trigger be a wonderful Christmas present? Enjoy your day. One week to go.