Never Saw it Coming
It was the first public performance of Irving Berlin’s latest song.
“I’m dreaming of a white Christmas…” Bing Crosby sang, before exploding in a pool of jizz.
“I didn’t see that one coming.” Kraft Music Hall’s announcer – Ken Carpenter – said, wiping a speck of cum from his eyelids.
“Neither did he.” The time-traveling hypnotist grinned.
The Kraft Music Hall was a popular old-time radio variety program, featuring top show business entertainers, which aired first on NBC radio from 1933 to 1949. First hosted by orchestra leader Paul Whiteman, it gained most of its notoriety after Bing Crosby took over as master of ceremonies on January 2nd, 1936.
Everybody around the world knows “White Christmas”. It’s been performed by countless artists throughout the decades but Bing Crosby’s rendition was the first and it was presented to the general public on Christmas Day, 1941. It’s certainly not a masturbatory piece but this a fetish challenge so White Christmas is also sticky Christmas.
This piece sees the time-traveling hypnotist say goodbye to 2020 but I’m sure she’ll be back for Year 6.
Only 6 days left until the end of the year.
Nothing Else
Jake kneeled on the cold bedroom floor as Grace rubbed his chest with her black stockinged feet.
“I don’t know who I am.” He muttered.
“You’re mine.” She purred.
“Since when?”
“Since always.” She stuffed her toes in his half-open mouth. “You need nothing else.”
“Yes, Goddess.” He drifted into mindless subspace, memories not included.
My first thought was to do something for Boxing Day but I wanted to step out of the Holiday spirit for a bit seeing this year’s challenge is almost over and seeing I worked with stockings for a photo story today, I eventually came to write this one, too.
Do you know who you are? If your answer is anything other than “her slave”, read the piece over and over again until you change your mind.
Five days to conclude Year 5
Prelude to Eternal Bliss
“How do you do it, Hank?” Mark asked.
“Do what?”
“Stay so positive all the time.”
“Easy. When darkness surrounds me, I stare into Judith’s eyes. When her eyes stare back, I sink and let go.”
“That sounds like hypnosis.”
“It does.”
“Why am I feeling dreamy right now?”
“Good question.”
Judith entered the room.
As I approach the end of another year of this daily challenge, I find myself wanting to share all the different moods of my writing in the last couple of days before everything starts anew and so today I decided to go for something mellower, with a hint of romance even. Sometimes, the anticipation of going into trance is enough to produce the altered state of mind required for it. Thinking about it just puts you there. If you’ve experienced feelings like these before, you know exactly what I’m talking about, and if you’ve read some of my stories in the past, you know how much I love female eyes so…
Yeah, Mark doesn’t fully comprehend it but his world is about to change forever.
And now there are only four days left in the 2020 edition of this daily exercise.
Not What He Had in Mind
Horace stared at Nicholas’ erect cock and exclaimed:
“This is embarrassing!”
“Most definitely.”
“I swear this is not what I had in mind for your birthday. I thought she was a stripper!”
“In a way, she is. She did strip our ability to resist…”
“Right…”
“Less talking and more sucking, boys.” Goddess Valeria, Hypnodomme extraordinaire, sneered.
Remember what I wrote yesterday about going for different moods as I wrap up this year’s challenge? Well, today I got dirtier than usual. Forced bi is definitely not one of my kinks but it was the idea I wanted to develop nonetheless. Always do your research, folks, and be careful of what you get yourself into. Only three days left.