Not the White Christmas…
It was the biggest Santa Claus parade in the world, but something was different.
“What are they doing?” people in the streets gasped.
“They’re… oh, my God!”
Thousands of cocks exploded in unison. Everyone was shocked except the hypnodomme that had taken over their minds.
“Not the white Christmas you were expecting, huh?” she laughed.
It’s the last week of 2021, and year 6 of this challenge is almost over. Before 2022 hits, there’s still time for another Christmas piece though. This was a dirty impromptu that came to me based on the fact that it rarely snows for real where I live. I love snow but it isn’t meant to be in this city. As such, I started wondering how to make a white Christmas come true and this is what came out.
I wish I could say I’m having a good Holiday Season but with my dog still at the hospital that’s not really the case. I hope Monday brings some good news in that regard. We’ll see.
Unending Cycle
Matthew stared at the nightstand clock. Only five minutes left. This was it! This was the day he would finally break the cycle.
“In your face, Angela!” he exclaimed. “I control my life, not you!”
Impatiently, he waited, but at the very last minute…
… he wrote another femdom hypnosis micro-fiction story, just like this one.
This writing challenge has been going on for almost 6 years now and a seventh is on the horizon. Seeing it’s at the core of Spell… B-O-U-N-D as a whole, it’s an important part of my creative output and I continue to have fun with it even if not all the days are the best. Imagination has its ups and downs, not every idea is the same. I’ve written some things I don’t like and many I love from the bottom of my heart didn’t really resonate with others. That’s how things work.
There have been times I thought about stopping, of course, but to be honest, this is one cycle I enjoy. The idea of Spell… B-O-U-N-D is poorer without it. As such, this routine won’t be going anywhere in the near future, but I can still write about similar things, similar “people” wanting to escape the loop. I did just that for the fun of it, and even scheduled this post to only appear at the very last minute of this day even though it was written first thing in the morning. It just adds some more meta flavor to the whole thing and I’m crazy that way.
Still missing my dog. Tomorrow, I’m going to see her at the hospital, hoping for good news. If you’re still reading this, wish me luck.
Truckload
“Alexandra?”
“Yes, General?”
“How was your Christmas?”
“Good, thanks.”
“Lots of presents?”
“A few. More letters than anything else though.”
“Really? But no one sends letters anymore.”
“Tell that to the truckload of them in my living room.”
“Did you hypnotize a mailman into seeing nothing but your name everywhere?”
“You know me so well…”
Slowly wrapping up the year means saying goodbye to the recurring characters of this challenge, and Alexandra is the first. She’ll be back in 2022, I’m sure, but for now…
This piece came to me because I “heard” her whisper in my mind: “I hypnotized the mailman”. However, when the time came to write something involving such a concept, I realized I liked the take above better and so I went with it. The only letters I got nowadays are bills and advertisements, and I think that happens with a lot of us. Our society is a lot more impersonal nowadays and I have a feeling it will get even more in the next decades.
Anyway, Alexandra got her fun and you read another story involving perception. Imagine if she had hypnotized a dozen mailmen instead of just one…
In other news, I went to check up on my dog and I was told her clinical situation is showing clear signs of improvement. Unless things take another turn for the worse, she’ll be home with me again before the end of the year. Wish us both luck.
The Camera Doesn’t Lie
Everyone at the Grand Cafe was shocked when they saw the Lumière Brothers engaging in sexual acts with one another.
“What the…?” Louis gasped.
“We didn’t shoot this. This never happened!” Auguste exclaimed.
“The camera doesn’t lie, boys,” the time-traveling hypnotist laughed. “Loved the movie. More tonight?”
The two men blushed as the projection continued.
Yesterday, we said goodbye to Alexandra Ryder in 2021 and I usually write a Horatia piece the day after, so… yeah, we’re saying goodbye to her this year as well.
As usual in the stories where she appears, I went looking for significant events that happened on this day and discovered that on December 28, 1895, the world’s first commercial movie screening took place at the Grand Cafe in Paris. It comprised a series of short scenes from everyday French life, captured with their camera projector called the Cinematographe (featured above). It felt just the right kind of event Horatia would love to mess with and I guess the first porn movie was born. She’s terrible, isn’t she?
Anyway, that’s it for her in 2021. We’ll see what world events she’ll change when next year hits. Look forward to them.